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On the square in front of the joint office building of the US Seventh Fleet Command and the Neon Maritime Self-Defense Force in Japan, a team of American engineers transferred in an emergency is confirming the situation in a dozen large pits on the square.

The two rounds of shelling that fell on the square frightened everyone. The shells roared and hit the stone slab in front of the square, leaving more than a dozen deep pits as high as one person.

"Boss! Confirm that there is no risk of explosion! It seems to be an uncharged shell! But this caliber... seems to be a big guy over fifteen inches?" The engineer inspecting the shell in the pit was sweaty in the heavy explosion-proof suit. Report.

"Fifteen inches or more? No charge? Are you sure? I said you didn't play with neon women's belly too much in the past two days, right?" The commander of the engineering unit was quite speechless to his men. Asked.

"Boss! You are slander! No matter how dazzling I am, I won't misread such a large projectile, right? This is obviously a 15-inch or more shell, OK?" The engineer underneath pointed to an already dissatisfied The cannonball that turned into an irregular metal object complained to his commander.

"Well, since it is confirmed that there is no risk of explosion, we will come up quickly. The enemy's shelling has not ended yet, we are not sure which round will hit us." The commander of the engineering unit said as he gestured to others. People hurried to help pull him up.

This team of engineers had just left the square when the scream of artillery shells was heard again in the air.

"Huh... Fortunately, running fast..." The commander of the engineering unit exhaled in fear.

. . . . . .

"Dafeng, how is the situation at the port? Are the young masters lined up? Also, there is no one on the square, right?" Missouri opened the communication and asked Dafeng.

"The young masters have been lined up, all the people on the square have avoided, Missouri, you can carry out the next step of the plan." Dafeng replied to Missouri.

"OK, I understand! Very, come on! Let me see the unparalleled precision firepower of the Royal Navy!" After Dafeng's reply, Missouri said loudly to Wubi.

"No problem! Look at me!" Chou said to Missouri also loudly.

So the two ship maidens did not use time to cover themselves. They maintained the limit speed of three rounds per minute and used uncharged armor-piercing shells at the joint office building of the US Seventh Fleet Command and the Neon Maritime Self-Defense Force in Japan. There was a barrage in the square.

. . . I am the dividing line of shelling. . .

An hour later, a U.S. military staff officer in a hurry pushed open the door of the commander's office in the underground command.

"General! Emergency! This is an aerial photo of the square." The staff officer handed a stack of photos to General William.

"It's just some bullet holes. What did you find?" General William asked the staff officer, flipping through the photos.

"...General, you will understand by arranging each photo by number..." the staff officer said to General William with an ugly look.

So General William arranged the photos neatly according to the prompts on each photo.

"His~~~?!"

"Nani?!"

Then he and Yamamura Hiroshi took a breath.

Originally, one or two photos alone didn't seem to be much, but once the photos were sorted according to the label, a sentence of classic English that everyone could understand appeared on the desktop.

"F, u, c, k, y, o, u? Fu.ckyou? Uh... I'm sorry, sir." A Haizi officer looked at the photo that made the two big men take a cold breath, subconsciously Read it out in a low voice.

"This is a coincidence, right? General Yamamura." General William said to Yamamura Hiroshi with an ugly expression.

How smart is Yamamura Hao? He saw General William staring at him, so he immediately nodded with a donkey, "Yes, General William, you are right, this is just a coincidence."

"Huh... If it's a coincidence, just inform Michael and let him deal with it carefully! Also, hasn't the enemy's position been calculated so far? The engineering unit has reported that the enemy's shell is more than 15 inches. For large-caliber naval guns, no matter what the opponent’s ship is, you should always be able to calculate the bearing through the trajectory reversely? It’s almost four hours, don’t tell me you don’t even know where the enemy fired!" General William faced him Asked the staff officer.

"Report to the general. The trajectory has been calculated, but the enemy has been moving and cannot be tracked." After hearing the question from General William, the staff replied in a cold sweat on his forehead.

As a staff officer, a lot of information will be filtered from his hands. He can swear by God that the row of ‘fuckyou’ craters on the square in front of the office building is by no means a coincidence as General William and Hiroshi Yamamura said, because he has not dared to tell General William about a more terrifying piece of information.

"Always moving? Nonsense! Of course I know the enemy is always moving! What I want you to do is to reversely calculate the enemy's position, and then let the fighter jets kill them!" General William said angrily to the staff.

On the contrary, Yamamura Hiroshi on one side saw something wrong from the staff's face. He persuaded General William: "General William, don't be angry. This lieutenant colonel might have any important information to tell us~www. readwn.com~ right? Lieutenant colonel?"

The lieutenant colonel's staff got more sweat on his forehead when he heard Yamamura's words. He looked around, then lowered his head again.

General William understood what he meant, so he got up and took two guards with him and said to him, "Come with me."

Several people came to an unmanned office, and General William asked the staff officer: "Go ahead, what information is there?"

There were no other people waiting around, and the staff dared to say to General William: "General, the picture is not a coincidence."

"Isn't it a coincidence? What about the evidence? If there is no evidence, it is a coincidence!" General William was not angry, but said lightly to the staff.

"Evidence... The evidence is that our technical staff reversely calculated the location of the other party, but the other party's location has been changing regularly. Until we portray the other party's location on the map..." the staff officer said something. Don't dare to continue.

"Go on." General William ordered to the staff.

"Uh... General, after we portrayed it, we originally thought it was a coincidence, but the other party has been repeating this rule except for the changing direction... This is the location map of the other party we portrayed. Repeating a short sentence..." The staff officer handed another document to General William.

After opening the file, General William was stunned. It took him ten seconds to throw the file to the ground in anger.

"This is a provocation! This is a provocation to our Seventh Fleet! Kill them for me! Life or death!" he roared at the staff in front of him.

Yamamura looked down and saw that the line on the document formed a big sentence.

"Hitme!"

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