Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"...Leave her alone."

Perhaps it was the first time I saw this kind of "surrender without a fight". After a few seconds of silence, the breaker could only coldly order the other sirens to stay away from the trembling destroyer.

I have to say that the sudden onset of the Explorer [-] really hurt morale.

Sometimes they also reflect on themselves-can weapons have various emotions and incomplete souls, can they really improve their combat effectiveness?

Of course, the power to question is also a "change" given to them by the regional flagship, and they have no choice.

"We will get T-superior in the battle with the southeast - the opponent has entered the coverage of the heavy cruiser's firepower, and the whole ship is firing! All use high-explosive shells! Your caliber alone cannot effectively penetrate him! Try to aim at the superstructure and secondary artillery Group!"

As the only "big boss" who had hit the Kremlin, the one-eyed breaker's judgment was indeed accurate, but she overlooked a problem, that is, such a huge fleet needs the leaders of each squadron to coordinate and execute it in the process of changing course. Order, the Kremlin's target is these heavy patrols that have just handed over the supreme command.

"Turn on engine overload!"

The scorching turbines seemed to grow hotter amidst the loud shouts of the Kremlin.

Because the northwest wind happened to be blowing, the red flag above the head of the Kremlin on the bow of the ship blew violently. The strong red cloth was as persevering as he is today, so it was so eye-catching, but after breaking into the storm, the rain washed away Looking at his gray hull dotted with red rust, it didn't take long for him to be submerged in the water vapor again.

"...Her? She disappeared!!"

The heavy cruisers who were ready to fire lost the Kremlin's shadow at the same time—the moment he came into contact with the squall, the sea became pitch black, and nothing could be discerned.

"It's optical camouflage!! His optical camouflage is on—damn it, didn't the intelligence say that the detection distance is about thirteen kilometers?? And the aircraft carrier's plane is still hanging on his head!"

The breaker immediately turned to the aircraft carrier in the fleet, which seemed to have been abandoned—the latter seemed to be unresponsive to the dissatisfied gaze of the new flagship, and muttered something.

"Chess Player No. 18!" The unbearable flagship reminded loudly in the channel——

"what……"

The former moved his head frantically, his haggard look once made the breaker feel helpless, but there was no way - she had to force the aircraft carrier to cheer up, whether it was the battleship on the opposite side or herself waiting to be led by the nose Those who are unlucky must put in [-] points of effort to survive.

"Let the fighter jets keep an eye on the Kremlin!"

"I, I have been transmitting the synchronization data back. What you can see is everything I can see. If you get closer, that guy's anti-aircraft guns will shoot down all the fighter jets—!"

The chess player pursed his lips, looking unwilling.

As an aircraft carrier, nothing frustrates her more than being deprived of the courage to investigate...

"What's the limit range of his anti-aircraft gun?" The Breaker tried to reassure her.

"Seven kilometers. If you enter this distance, all my children will be torn apart!"

As if thinking of something terrifying, her golden pupils twitched.

"Let your plane stick to the limit of the range of his anti-aircraft guns, and bring us back to the field of vision—" The Breaker arranged a difficult task for her——

"I'm already trying...it's kind of hard."

"Don't you want to avenge your friends of the same type??" The breaker said solemnly.

"..."

Friends... what a rare word for a siren.

Hearing this, the aircraft carrier gritted its teeth, seemed to boost morale a little, and began to grope into the Kremlin's air defense circle.

In a storm, it's not just that the Siren cannot capture the Kremlin's position, the Kremlin can't see the Siren's position clearly either. Both sides are blind, but the difference is that the Kremlin has more experience in concealing storms, and he Know how to "lottery" with uninterrupted aerial reconnaissance and fire control radar.

"Ok?"

Because the Siren aircraft carrier desperately touched the fighter group into the position of 6.5 kilometers, Da Ke confirmed the slight black spots mixed in the wind and rain with his naked eyes.

"It seems that the Siren is ready to fight with me. Zeppelin! The carrier-based aircraft is approaching the tail of their fleet from the west! There is no need to venture into the air defense circle, just give me a rough coordinate!"

At the same time as the strong man ordered, he also tried his best to capture those reflection marks that were almost too small to be recognized on the radar.

"Let me see how you deal with it—I am not afraid of any enemies that lurk within the storm."

Opportunities are always two-way. One way to grasp is to take the initiative. What is often needed is not the skill in conventional combat, but the purest courage.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins—and he considers himself to be the most proficient at charging among the core of active battleships.

Of course, if the opponent is something like the Emperor Monkey or Hindenburg, the Kremlin will still... think a little more before entering the storm...

……

"I have already entered the range of his anti-aircraft gun, but his ship is still blurred—do you need my plane for a one-time reconnaissance—" The chess player is ready to sacrifice his plane at this time Prepare.

"That's enough, we just need to know her position roughly, and then let those heavy cruisers play their role."

But the flagship refused—in the case of being so close to the enemy ship, if the Kremlin slammed into the center of the siren formation, he would be attacked on both sides. The own ship maintains a relatively slow approaching attitude.

In this state, the maneuvers he can make are relatively limited, so as long as the aircraft continues to send back vague coordinates, they can also increase the hit rate of blind fire.

"All heavy patrols, fire on this position—"

The coordinates brought back by the chess player are at a speed of about 33 knots, and the game breaker creates a layer of fire coverage area according to the oval shape of the shelling.

"Boom!!! Boom—"

In the center of the eye of the storm, hundreds of bright lights flickered alternately for a moment, allowing the Kremlin to intuitively feel the ferocity of the opponent's firepower.

Of course, the other party has the other party's bombardment methods, so he will naturally not allow the other party to prostitute himself in this process of approaching.

Although the Sirens can share coordinates, they cannot share vision—the information given by the aircraft carrier is always delayed, which is Dake's unique advantage.

From a bird's-eye view, Zeppelin's plane recognized half of the ships that fired at him in an instant. Through the size of the muzzle flames of the firing guns, the Kremlin immediately judged the opponent's caliber and configuration—if the Siren's Type [-] heavy cruiser was equipped with With the mine installed, a single ship can only have up to eight artillery pieces that can fire at the same time, while a heavy cruiser with specialized artillery capabilities has around twelve to ten artillery pieces.

His targets are naturally those guys equipped with torpedoes.

"East 12 on 33!"

The enemy ship has been touched about 12 kilometers away. At this time, even if the Kremlin fires blindly, the dispersion of shells has been concentrated to a level that even a cruiser must envy.

As the first wave of golden rain fell, the Kremlin also fired back at the enemy ship—compared with those energy-boosted shells, the sound and light effects of gunpowder weapons firing seemed not shocking, and mixed in the light spots all over the sky, it was not enough to make people The sirens confirmed his exact location, but his shells flew far faster than the small water pipes boosted by energy. Against the rain and strong wind, they passed through the golden spots that had just fallen, as if they were charging towards the Cossacks whose strength was hundreds of times their own. Knight, gouging to the stern of the Combined Fleet—

"boom--"

The artillery shells that had already broken through the sound barrier smashed the glass of the conning tower of the heavy thunder patrol at the rear of the team just by relying on the distorted air on its surface. Useless things, but for some considerations, it seems that their creators still kept some rather humane and traditional devices and equipment in their main body suits.

It doesn't matter if they usually hide in the ship's installation space, but after being directly attacked by the Kremlin, all these complicated equipment seem to have become their burden-this is the price that must be paid for the crew inside.

After all, they are not like the chessboard-shaped automatic ships. While their combat effectiveness is higher, they naturally have many weaknesses.

"She hit me!!!"

One shot shattered the tempered glass and flew over, and the other hit the heavy cruiser's anti-mine belt. Although she didn't kill her directly, in order to fill the leak, her speed inevitably slowed down and she began to break away from the main force.

As the leader of the squadron, her speed reduction caused the speed of the middle part of the fleet to also drop, which disrupted the formation somewhat.

"Keep going! Keep calm sisters!"

The breaker sighed in his heart, and his eyes kept focusing on the distance—at this time, the casualties were no longer within her consideration, even if they were all explained here, as long as the Kremlin was sunk, it would be a successful revenge. He also has the face to face the flagship of the region...or his sleeping companions on the bottom of the sea.

"I seem to have hit the mark!"

There is no shooting feedback system, but the siren can also judge whether there is a hit by observing the light of the falling point of its own round of barrage. ——

"Where? Is there a sight? Was something damaged?"

"The coordinates are being uploaded!"

For a while, the rain of bullets pouring into the Kremlin seemed to spread much smaller.

"Casting a wide net—it's a good idea indeed."

Looking at Eugen, who was hit by a shell and shook his whole body, Kremlin actually wanted to let her get off the turret. After all, it was impossible for the 203-caliber heavy cruiser to penetrate the top layer of armor of his turret—no matter what angle it was from. It's impossible.

Thanks to the fact that these sirens were forcibly linked to human ships in some respects, otherwise the Kremlin believed that what he faced was very likely to be directly hit by various large cruise guns exceeding 300mm.

But his subsequent counterattack directly cut the belly of the heavy cruiser that provided the fleet with hit data.

"breakdown!"

Zeppelin sent back good news:

"The remaining ships are 60."

"Received, 10 kilometers away from the vanguard—"

We will soon reach the observation distance where the shipboard fire control radar ignores reflections!

After the bridge was slightly shaken by another golden high-explosive shell, the Kremlin's gaze no longer focused on the golden rain in the sky.

That posture was as if the opponent wanted to smash him to death with countless flares, but it was really useless except to create psychological pressure on him.

"Prince Eugen—comrade captain!! Get ready for shelling! After 8 kilometers, our ship will forcibly 'light up' the enemy ship!"

"learn--"

Eugen is still standing on the No. [-] turret, holding a cup of fuel and pouring it into her stomach. The opponent's high-explosive bomb has just stuck to her main load--not counting for the "rough-skinned and thick-skinned" German heavy cruiser What, it just made her in a trance for a moment.

"Torpedo tubes are ready!"

Z-23 began to aim nervously at the "starlight" shining sea.

In the refraction changes of smoke clouds and rain, she once thought that the siren's muzzle flames were being dragged into streamlines at high speed - she immediately realized that visual observation was no longer reliable, only the Kremlin's fire control radar synchronized with her It can stably identify battlefield targets in this extreme environment.

"East 42—comrade captain, release the torpedo!"

"Torpedo launch!"

The Narvik type has a maximum mine distance of 3 kilometers and a high-speed cruising range of about 10 kilometers after being modified to a Type 8 torpedo. Although the Z-23 does not know why the Kremlin let itself throw mines at a distance of more than 9 kilometers, but she I did it anyway.

The spray of the torpedo entering the water corresponds to the brilliant "stars" in the sky, just like the inconspicuous microwaves in the pond. The eight white marks are advancing leisurely under the water at a speed of about 60 knots. They look carefree, as if they are Come to cross the English Channel for sports enthusiasts, not weapons.

"Zeppelin, let the attack carrier plane take off!"

"...Received, two groups of torpedo bombers and one group of dive bombers are ready to take off."

8.6 - 8.4! 8.2 kilometers!

Soon to enter, both sides can forcibly confirm the distance of the hostile ship through the optical rangefinder!

And according to Zeppelin's observations, the Kremlin learned that the Siren's fleet was heading southeast and re-entering the northeast direction, and they were ready to hit Dak——

"Turn on the smoke generator!!"

When the odometer number of 8 kilometers jumped, Kremlin immediately activated the smoke generator he placed on the bow.

The white mist blown forward by the fuel smoke generator evenly covered his hull, and the highly efficient smoke powder could even extend to a place fifty meters away from the front of his bow against the wind.

Bri technology, shocking.

"What the hell?? Fog bucket??"