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However, Lieutenant Colonel Roger shook his head to New Jersey with a gloomy face and said, "It's useless, Miss New Jersey. I have tried lnne a while ago. We are just abandoned children, they have abandoned us... "

"...Forget it, let me use the international public ss channel!" New Jersey shook his head helplessly, and then used the international public ss channel to shout to the Fitzgerald in the distance: "This is bb62 New Jersey, here it is. A warning is issued to the US destroyer ahead that this ship has no intention of entering into a firefight with your ship. Please stop firing at this ship immediately! Otherwise, the ship will take any form of counterattack action! And all casualties caused by the ship's counterattack The loss will be borne by you! I repeat the warning, this is bb62 New Jersey..."

But just as New Jersey had previously expected in her mind, the Fitzgerald did not respond to her warning at all, and even the gun fire became more intense.

The maximum rate of fire of the k45 type 127mm naval gun on the active US ships is 20 rounds per minute. It is clear that the opponent has entered the maximum rate of fire shooting mode.

As the ship’s mother, New Jersey knew all the publicly available information on mainstream surface warships from all countries in the world when it first came to this world, and naturally also learned about weapons whose information has been publicly available.

But after feeling it for a while, she couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her mouth, revealing a slightly contemptuous smile and said: "Sure enough, everyone is the same, everyone will hide their hands! This rate of fire is like 20 rounds per shot. At least 30 rounds per minute! It’s nothing, anyway, it can’t break the protective force field of this lady’s ship." x

She glanced at Lieutenant Colonel Roger and the others, who was being protected by herself, turned her head and said to them, "Hi! Uncles over there! If you can't mix in the U.S., you can consider changing places! I see that Xingtian’s country is pretty good! If you have any intentions, you can just report my name! Now I’m going to deal with the destroyer, bye!"

After speaking, she stood on the embankment and leaped towards the sea below.

but. . .

Our Miss New Jersey launched the ship in mid-air to prepare for the water battle. She seemed to have miscalculated the weight of the ship and the jumping route.

So she and Maomao made a mistake in jumping. Like a gif, it fell straight into the sea in mid-air.

"Puff!"

The k45 naval artillery shells that followed immediately made a splash on the water.

Everyone on the Fitzgerald bridge stared at the sea, hoping to know that the ship's ammunition was almost finished, and whether New Jersey was alive or dead.

Obviously they were disappointed. How could the 127 small water pipe on the destroyer break through the protective force field of the black technology ship on the ship’s mother?

With a handsome action, New Jersey reappeared on the sea with three triple 406mm K7 main guns.

"Huh! It's a shame! Fortunately, there are no other sisters in the port area. Otherwise, if they see me, wouldn't they laugh at me for a whole year." She brushed a few strands of seaweed on her hair and threw it into the sea. Rejoicing with his chest.

. . . . . .

"She's still alive! Shoot! Quick! Fire! The missile is about to launch!" The captain of the Fitzgerald could not help shouting when he saw New Jersey emerge from the sea.

"Sir, I need to remind you. We are in the explosion range of our own Tomahawk cruise missile. I don't know what the other party will be if it is launched, but our external equipment will definitely be severely damaged. In addition, we Today, the Tomahawk cruise missile was not loaded into the vertical launch system." The fire control officer looked at the screen in front of him and reported helplessly to the Captain.

"Why is Watt like this?" A row of question marks suddenly appeared on the captain's forehead.

He didn't think there was a problem with his questioning, but he felt there was a problem with the answer of the fire control officer.

"Uh... because it is a ground support mission, so..." the fire control officer explained to the captain very vaguely.

So the captain understood what the fire control officer meant. Who would have thought that the original ground support mission would abruptly become a naval battle?

Even if it’s a naval battle, who would have thought that the goal of a naval battle would be a two-year-old human girl

What everyone did not expect was that it took only a short time for this human girl to quickly get close to the distance that her ship-borne missiles could not use.

So he had to change his order silently and said: "Don't worry about the missiles, keep the naval guns on fire, and at the same time all the near defense weapons fire at the target! Whether it is a 25mm machine gun or a godmother, I need a lot of firepower to stop it. she was!"

"Yes, Captain!"

. . . . . .

New Jersey looked at the destroyer that even the old godmother on board was shooting at him under the command of the captain, and couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

Her gaze swept over her main gun, and she thought about dealing with small guys like destroyers, but there is no need to use the main gun~www.readwn.com~12 on her body.

Seeing the Fitzgerald, which was still slowly speeding up on its side, New Jersey suddenly had a novel idea in his mind.

Knowing about modern warships, she knows that modern warships are all thin-skinned dumplings, just like the Royal Navy battle cruisers during World War I. So she replaced the pre-loaded high-explosive grenade in her 127mm high-level dual-purpose gun and reloaded it with an armor-piercing projectile.

She turned slightly, and 10 twin 127mm dual-purpose guns aimed at the Fitzgerald, whose speed was slightly increased.

"Fire suppression, start!"

The voice fell, and the K12 dual-purpose gun fired at the highest rate of fire in a round of three seconds spewed out hot flames at the Fitzgerald!

. . . I am the dividing line of the secondary artillery flow in New Jersey. . .

Just as New Jersey was playing with his new toy, the Fitzgerald, the domestic time zone, which was one hour later than the Tokyo time zone, finally snatched from Akagi the right to use his commander's overnight use of Missouri Masahiro, holding Xiao happily. Yuhang was lying on the bed.

Recently, his own commander didn't know what was wrong. Every night he would pull Akagi to do some ulterior things. After every time he was done, Akagi would rub his calf and feet to the bathroom.

So curious Missouri planned to find out what the two people were up to every night, but even if she tried her best, she didn't notice the slightest difference from her commander.

Just when Zhengxiang was sleeping in the exhausted Missouri, she suddenly felt her body trembling.

"Commander! What's wrong with you" Missouri immediately opened her eyes and turned to look at her commander with concern.

"hiss!"

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