Admiral, Hello

Hearing the company's questioning, Hindenburg turned his head in a dark face and pointed to the sea to face her and said, "Why don't we change, you will fry fish?"

The company’s long golden hair immediately shook like a rattle, and she smiled and said to Hindenburg: “No, no, no, let’s come! You are the number one German black technology in the world, and it must be a side dish. dish?"

"...Then watch it from the side!" Hindenburg's face darkened, she glared at the company, and then another round of shelling at the sea.

. . . I am the dividing line of fried fish. . .

The sound of two rounds of shelling awakened the officers of the U.S. Observation Corps on the cruise ship behind.

After they looked at each other for a while, someone finally asked cautiously: "This...? Why did the Hindenburg miss suddenly fired? Could it be that... there are enemies?!"

Speaking of enemies, the officers on the deck immediately jumped from their bunkers as if they were pierced by needles.

"Shooting the alarm! There may be hostile forces near us! Ask the Seventh Fleet for help!" a lieutenant colonel subconsciously shouted.

"Uh... Lieutenant colonel, this is the territorial waters of the rabbit. It is impossible for our fleet to step into this area without permission. We can only ask the rabbit for help..." a major said helplessly to the lieutenant colonel.

"Uh... well, then ask for help from the rabbit! Their ship maiden encountered an enemy here, I don't believe they will not come for reinforcements! Go!" The U.S. lieutenant colonel took a look and opened fire on the sea. Hindenburg gave an order to a lieutenant in front of him.

"Yes!"

The lieutenant who received the order immediately saluted, and then ran to the bridge of the cruise ship in three and two steps.

. . . I am the dividing line for help. . .

At the base where Richelieu had been received before, the signal unit suddenly received a request for help from the US Army Observer Group. He did not dare to delay, and immediately reported to his superiors.

His superiors were also taken aback when he received the news. In the South China Sea, near the rabbit's house, there will be an unknown enemy lurking in?

Immediately afterwards, the superiors immediately contacted the leaders of the base. The leaders of the base were stunned for a long time looking at the reported news. After thinking about it, they did not continue to report, but came to the communication room and said to the correspondent: "Please contact me for observation of the US military Mission, ask exactly what's going on? It's impossible for them to send a message, so we immediately believe it, right? Also, when contacting them, we will contact this channel by radio."

With that, the base leader handed over a communication channel to the communicator.

This channel is nothing else, it is the contact channel that Richelieu and the others agreed with the base leader before they set off. As long as something happens, the base will get in touch with Richelieu and the others through this channel.

After a while, Richelieu's puzzled voice came through the channel: "Hello, who? Contact us at this time, is there something happening at the base?"

"Miss Richelieu, I am the base. Excuse me, are you fighting the enemy?" The leader of the base asked Richelieu with the intercom.

"Huh? Fight with the enemy? No? Did you make a mistake? We didn't engage with any enemy?" Richelieu's astonishment in his tone could be felt even through the intercom.

So the leaders of the base asked the US Army Observer Group for help, telling Richelieu that Hindenburg was fighting an underwater enemy.

"Ah? Uh... this... I'm sorry, Hindenburg was a bit loud, sorry!" Richelieu first said to the base leader embarrassedly, and then explained dumbfoundedly: "That was when we were frying fish for the noon barbecue picnic. Please help us to tell the U.S. observation team that we are just frying fish with artillery shells, and no enemy is fighting with us!"

"That's it, I understand. I will let people tell the US Army Observer Group, I wish you a happy visit, Miss Richelieu!" The leader of the base nodded, and then blessed Richelieu.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you clearly, I made you a false alarm." Richelieu also said to the base leader apologetically.

"Well, it doesn't matter. If those Americans want to move their minds, just tell us that we are your strong backing!" the leader of the base said to Richelieu.

"Well, thank you." Richelieu nodded, and then hung up the communication.

The base leader put down the communicator, and then said to the correspondent: "Tell the U.S. Army Observer Corps that the ladies of the ship are just frying fish, so they don't make a fuss like a countryman who has never seen the world.

"Yes, chief!" The signal soldier was greeted by the words of his chief, and then sent out to the US military observation team.

. . . . . .

"What? Fried fish?" The lieutenant who had previously ordered the request for help looked at the lieutenant who had come to report the results of the request for help, and asked him with a look of confusion.

"Yes, sir, this is what the rabbit said in the reply~www.readwn.com~ They said that this is just the fried fish prepared by the ship ladies for lunch. Let us not panic." The lieutenant's face remained. With a serious expression, he revised the rabbit's reply and said to the lieutenant colonel in front of him.

"...Frying fish? Do capital ships use naval guns to fry fish? What? Is the world becoming incomprehensible or is there something wrong with my head?" The lieutenant colonel can see the explosion on the sea even without a telescope. He couldn't help but doubt the knowledge of warships in his mind.

"..."

The lieutenant stood blankly on one side, waiting for the lieutenant colonel's next order.

"Okay, let everyone know that the alarm is lifted. Fried fish... Just let me know!" The lieutenant colonel struggled for a long time, and finally said to the lieutenant.

"Okay, sir." The lieutenant saluted the lieutenant colonel, then went down to deliver the order.

"Fried fish and fried fish...Fried fish on capital ships? Shouldn't this be a matter of destroyers and light cruisers?" The lieutenant colonel was still a little bit confused about fish fried on capital ships, and he murmured again. In front of the binoculars, observe Hindenburg's fish frying action.

. . . I am the dividing line of fried fish. . .

After Hindenburg bombed for a long time, he watched a layer of white-bellied marine fish floating on the sea and asked the company: "Is the enterprise enough? So many marine fish are enough to eat?"

The company glanced at the densely packed sea fish, took out a fine-eye fishing net commonly used by marine fishing boats from its own ship loading space and handed it to Hindenburg and said: "Abo, you take this end, I take the head, we take the fish Fish it up."

"Oh."

Hindenburg took the fishing net, and after standing separately from the company, the two waved to the sea to cast the net and began fishing operations.

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