Looking for the lost ship girl

The girl looks youthful and beautiful in a one-shoulder short sleeves with exposed navel, paired with denim hot pants. Of course, it would be better if there were no circles of iron chains wrapped around his thighs and a ferocious red and black ship suit carried behind his back. Then... in fact, it is a rare ship uniform. Only a few people can judge her identity from her ship uniform, the USS Maryland.

Small ripples rippled under the sailing feet. The ripples were not big, like a dragonfly touching the water. Her short white hair with a hint of pink was dancing in the wind. Maryland was putting her hand on her forehead to block the sun, trying her best to look into the distance. However, apart from the boundless sea, white clouds and seagulls under the blue sky, there was nothing in sight.

There was a pink-haired girl beside her. Judging from the ship's outfit, it was obviously the light cruiser Oakland. Although it also belongs to the front-line base combat group, it only exists as a main ship escort, doing auxiliary work in the battle to suppress the deep-sea ship girls.

There are only two of them, and their number is quite small. However, even in the depths of the sea, deep-sea fleets do not always appear.

Oakland was looking around, and she said: "Sister Maryland, no enemies were found."

The short-haired Maryland muttered to himself: "It should be over here. There can be no mistakes in the intelligence."

There were no obstacles around, no place to hide. The two came here after receiving the information. They were not submarines and they shouldn't be.

This was not the way to go. Oakland asked, "Sister Maryland, where is your advanced fire control radar?"

After hearing this, Maryland immediately stretched out his hand and patted Auckland on the head: "I usually take more classes, and that thing doesn't add enemies. Even if it does, I don't want to carry it. There is no battleship that doesn't carry cannons and radar. Little Cruiser, what do you know!”

Maryland opened his hands: "Big is good, more is beautiful, caliber is justice, turret is truth!"

"The greater the caliber, the greater freedom, the faster the rate of fire, the greater democracy, the more turrets, the greater equality!"

“The truth is within the range of the cannon!

Auckland didn't argue, she just lowered her head and thought, it's nothing if she can't hit.

Maryland held her chin. She didn't see the enemy, but she didn't want to go back like this. She complained: "I ran over happily, but I didn't see a single person. What the hell? The command team is really useless."

Oakland smiled and said, "Sister Maryland, your speed is too slow, so by the time we get here, the enemy will have already run away."

Maryland had suffered speed losses many times, but there was nothing that could be done about it. But this did not prevent her from brushing her bangs, tilting her head to look at Auckland, and then gave a wild smile to warn: "To live is to be happy, and life is beautiful. Everyone should cherish it... Just tell me if you want to die."

"Be brave enough to face your shortcomings and don't run away from them." Seeing Maryland's increasingly ugly face, Oakland decided not to commit suicide. Although he wouldn't actually kill himself, he might be hanged. She waved her hand, "Don't worry. I'll just say it casually. As long as there is firepower, it doesn't matter. Speed ​​doesn't matter. We are ship girls, and what speed affects T-optimism is all metaphysics."

Humming, Maryland smiled contemptuously and snapped his fingers: "Continue moving forward at two o'clock."

Auckland stood at attention and saluted: "Hi, my order, keep going at two o'clock."

The sun was shining brightly, and the two of them sailed at a constant speed for a while. Auckland used his palms as a fan to fan himself: "If I had known that I would wear something like you, Sister Maryland, it would be really uncomfortable to wear long clothes. There should be no stupid people like me in the world." .”

Maryland said smoothly: "I have seen you wearing a cotton-padded jacket in the summer and a swimsuit in the winter. You are just trivial."

Oakland stared at Maryland's belly button and asked, "It's strange, sister Maryland, you exercise every day, but you don't have abdominal muscles."

"Have I exercised?" Maryland asked.

Oakland recalled carefully: "I don't think so. I just watched you fight every day."

"It's so ugly to talk about fighting. We call it sparring. Friendship comes first."

Until the scorching sun was in the sky, Maryland suddenly stopped. Auckland was about to ask what happened when she immediately noticed a small black dot in the distance. He was too far away to see his face clearly, but he was definitely not his companion, and a kind of disgust came from the bottom of his heart. This feeling can only be felt when facing a deep-sea ship girl, so ship girls and deep-sea ship girls are eternal enemies.

Oakland said: "We found the enemy, what should we do?"

Maryland has already begun to adjust the ship's equipment: "Silly, prepare for bombardment."

Being able to join the battle group, even though it looks immature and there are no newcomers. Oakland controlled the battery, keeping an eye on anti-submarine warfare, and had anti-aircraft machine guns at the ready.

Calculating the distance, the enemy's speed, and the impact point of the shells in his mind, summarizing everything, Maryland controlled the fort to slowly rotate and raise a few more angles. She raised her hands high and waited for the opportunity, then waved her arms down, and the gunfire exploded in an instant, and the strong recoil shook her whole body.

Auckland looked at the artillery fire streaking across the sky and the huge water column rising in the distance. She said, "Did you get hit?"

"How would I know? It's so far away."

Maryland had already begun to attack, and the enemy naturally discovered this side and began to fight back one after another. In order to dodge the attack, Maryland started to run, her high-heeled sailing feet "squeaking" on the sea as if she were walking on flat ground. Then her speed continued to increase, and she also changed from running to sailing. After all, no one could Not a target.

Becoming excited, Oakland sailed while pumping his fist, and many afterimages appeared in the air: "Charge. Ola Ola Ola -"

Maryland said: "Don't get too excited, pay attention to dodge, you don't have as thick armor as me, they have battle cruisers."

"I know." Oakland nodded.

The important indicators of a battleship are firepower, protection, maneuverability, and fire control system, that is, hits. More than that, these are advantages, but not overwhelming and decisive. The fewer mistakes you make, the better the art of directing and shooting is equally important. In the end, when the ship equipment parameters and training levels of both sides are equal, then the element of luck and certain technical details will be crucial.

In short, the battle begins, and everyone's level will be tested next. The brave one will win when they meet on a narrow road.

Fire!

Load!

Keep course and speed!

volley!

The distance was relatively far, and as the light cruiser Oakland didn't have enough range, she had nothing to do. She could only ask from the side: "Sister Maryland, I'm very surprised, why sister Colorado has Type 91 armor-piercing projectiles, but you don't. Her equipment is much better than yours."

"No nonsense."

One third of the power moves forward slowly!

Close range!

Straddling!

"We're going to win." Oakland can analyze the pros and cons.

Maryland said proudly: "That's a matter of course."

The enemy's bombardment diminished, and when victory seemed imminent, Auckland had no choice but to jump to his feet and cheer.

Suddenly, she saw the enemy again in the distance. She said: "They seem to have support, there are a lot of them. Let's withdraw. He who knows the current situation is a hero."

After all, there was no fear on her face.

The battle had reached a fever pitch at this time, and artillery fire exploded around the two people, raising water jets. Oakland said: "Maryland, your sister is here."

"It's just some destroyers. I don't need a sister yet. I can do that."

"Do you know how to do that?" Auckland waved his hand, "I accompanied your sister on an attack last time, and we encountered many enemies. I saw her controlling the turret to aim at different enemies, and one round of shelling destroyed two enemies. It was so cool. I'm stunned. To be honest, you are actually not as strong as your sister. She is much better than you. She is the captain and you are the soldier. Her equipment is worse than yours and her training level is higher than yours. Especially if you are too tall. Well, you can’t compete at all, and I’m so envious.”

"Shut up. No one told you that you deserve a beating?" After loading the ammunition, Maryland once again controlled the fort to fire out the shells, "Tomahawk Madness. I can do that, and I want me to learn from her, but I dislike."

"You aggressive Mary."

Just after she finished speaking, Auckland saw another black figure appear. She quickly reminded: "At nine o'clock, another battleship has arrived. Why are there so many people?"

Maryland turned his head and looked over, seeing the enemy and the artillery fire flying in the air. She twitched her lips, thinking that I am a battleship. Alas, your light cruiser is faster and easier to dodge. It's too late.

Boom——

Two artillery shells hit the Maryland ship's armor. The triple gun on one side was completely paralyzed, the barrel was twisted, and there was thick smoke... It was originally a twin sixteen-inch gun, but due to the replacement of a triple sixteen-inch gun, inch gun, the ship's equipment has changed.

The loss of the triple artillery was heartbreaking. In fact, the anti-aircraft machine gun was also completely damaged and exploded by the artillery fire. The fragments of the machine gun scattered everywhere and then sank into the water one after another. In the end, the clothes on his body became tattered and tattered even though they were able to protect him from the brutal battle.

Oakland saw the artillery fire hitting Maryland, at least it had been hit. She worriedly shouted: "Sister Maryland!"

Maryland comforted: "It's nothing, I just lost one cannon, it has no impact at all. If there are more enemies, we will leave, but these are the only words...I am a combative Mary!"

"What." Oakland didn't know why.

Maryland wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, licked her lips with her tongue, and leaned down like a beast ready to go. Her voice was contemptuous and she yelled: "That's why."

Still scratching her head as to what Maryland wanted to do, Oakland asked, "So what."

“Pain makes me excited, pain makes me sharp.”

The turret turned and aimed at the enemy, firing. It had already launched a straddle shot, but this time it hit directly and sank the enemy.

Auckland was excited: "I won."

"Of course." Maryland sneered.

"But there's a lot more."

Maryland laughed: "I like it. I like fighting more than winning. Aggressive Mary? No, God comes down to earth."

"Second grade two."