Admiral, Hello

Of course, Missouri finally gave up this attractive idea.

Sneak out and beat up the Seventh Fleet violently, and everyone can be fooled by two pushes and one for five without causing death. But this directly captured the Seventh Fleet, and handed it over to the country would break the sky. Yingjiang will definitely be ashamed and angry for choosing to go to war on an indescribable country for the Seventh Fleet, and there will be no compromise.

Once an indescribable country enters a state of war, the little days when the ship ladies want to go fishing and paddling with their admiral are all gone. In this case, the culprit of Missouri is not going to be stuffed from below with a 533 or 610 torpedo, and then shot by Veneto's 381!

Although it's cool to eat a torpedo, it can leak out like Dafeng, but Missouri thinks it's better not to do it. I still follow the original plan honestly, execute the plan and it's done.

"Missouri, I have a bold idea, you see..." At this time, I also saw the actions of the two aircraft carriers through the shared vision, so she leaned to Missouri's side and wanted to express her bold idea.

"No! You didn't!"

Missouri immediately held it down, preventing her from expressing her bold idea.

There are still two IJN ship girls here, and I thought it out, what if two people are passionate about it, and their brains get hot and go alone? Although I am watching here, after all, Neon’s domestic features are alone. . . So I can't say this, and I must not let them do this.

"Why? Missouri?" Looking at Missouri in astonishment, wondering why she stopped herself.

"Look at the phone." Missouri quickly typed a sentence on the phone.

I took out my phone and watched Missouri’s message on the phone, "I don’t want to eat a torpedo and I was shot, so stop talking." With these words, he looked at her inexplicably.

"I'll talk to you when I go back! Fusang, get the job done quickly, and then we should run away!" Missouri said to Fusang hurriedly, ignoring He Chou's explanation.

Yingjiang was killed by Missouri's exquisite anti-aircraft artillery to kill an F22 fighter team. In order to save the cost of his own soldiers, he was unwilling to send fighters to check the situation without knowing the situation. But the dog raised next door has no such concerns. Isn't the dog raised for so many years used at this time?

So after receiving a request from his master to send a fighter to assist in the investigation, perhaps it was to please his master and plan to get some flesh and bones after he performed well. The Neon Air Self-Defense Force took off a fighter squadron in one go, along with an early warning aircraft and a reconnaissance aircraft.

Missouri discovered the Neon Air Self-Defense Force violently attacking from a distance, so it urged Fuso.

"understood!"

Fusang nodded, then raised his hand and another round of shells fired out.

. . . . . .

"Dear General Michael, I am the Self-Defense Officer of the Sixth Air Regiment of the Air Self-Defense Force, and the second-class Air Commander (equivalent to Lieutenant Colonel) of the 306th Flying Team. We have 18 F-15J/DJ fighters, E One -2C early warning aircraft and one RF-4EJ reconnaissance aircraft are about to arrive. Please give your advice!"

From the bridge, the Japanese-English voice of the fighter unit leader of the Central Aviation District dispatched by the neon emergency was heard.

Michael thought for a long time before he realized that the instruction that Big Bird Rockman said was actually asking him to issue combat orders. . .

"Lieutenant Colonel Big Bird Rockman, I now ask you to go to this coordinate for investigation. If you encounter an enemy, capture and control the enemy as much as possible!" Michael ordered the Bird Rockman.

"Hayi!"

Da Niao Shiren responded with a sound, and then flew towards the target area with the fleet.

"These neon people can't speak well? Just OK?" Michael murmured, and then he felt that the aircraft carrier under his feet was slowing down. So he picked up the intercom and asked the lead destroyer ahead: "What happened? Why is it slowing down?"

"Report the general! We... We broke into the minefield!" The intelligence officer reported to Michael Hui with a bitter expression.

"What? Minefield? Why did we break into the minefield? Are the destroyers in front eating shit?" Michael couldn't help but spit out fragrance.

"Uh..."

The intelligence officer was speechless because he didn't know how he got into the minefield.

"Report to the general! The surrounding friendly forces called. After the sonar detection, the minefield was a pocket. We had to retreat on the spot and leave in the direction when we came." A staff officer came to Michael with a map. , He handed the map to Michael and said.

"How did you get into your pocket? And how big is this minefield? Why can we form a pocket accurately?" Michael asked the staff.

"Sorry, General. We don't know." The staff shook his head with a wry smile.

"Okay... Can I just reverse the same way and go back? Can't you turn?" Michael looked at the map on the table and asked the staff ~www.readwn.com~Can't turn, General. "The staff officer shook his head and replied to Michael.

"Not even a destroyer?" Michael looked at the staff in a puzzled way.

"Uh...General, we don’t know how the other side planted the mines, because all the mines were almost released next to our battleship. In fact, if the other side’s shelling did not detonate the mines, we might wait for the mine to strike. Only then will I find out..." The staff member explained to Michael with sweat.

"What? How did the other party do this? You are all eating... What are you doing?" Michael originally wanted to scold him for eating shit, but he swallowed after thinking about it.

"Sorry general, we don't know..." the staff officer said helplessly.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know! What else do you know? Wait, it seems that the shelling has stopped?" Michael was just about to breathe out fragrance at the staff, and suddenly realized that the regular shelling seemed to disappear.

"Yes, General, the shelling stopped five minutes ago." An officer who was always watching the situation outside reported to Michael.

"Wait...Wait...Oh my God! General! Call from George Washington, let's see the deck? What's on the deck? Wait, the crater on the deck? Oh my god! General! General! Come and take a look!" At this time, a communications officer glanced at the message on the screen, then glanced at the deck outside the porthole, and exclaimed to Michael.

Hearing the officer's exclamation, Michael took two quick steps and looked out the porthole.

I saw the uncharged shells that fell on the front deck of the Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier neatly arranged into an English word.

‘Thisisrevenge! ’

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