Abyss Express

It was five fifty-one in the morning.

"Feng! When will our weapon system come in handy!?"

Captain Jim turned the steering wheel and sounded the whistle.

"Friends! Stand still! We're going to turn around!"

Staggering and running around on the deck, the fat first officer almost fell down. He followed the engineering soldiers and squeezed under the chiming platform of the main gun to check the injuries of the Iron Warrior, and shouted angrily at the radio station: "Give me twenty minutes!"

Jim: "Fifteen minutes!"

"At least twenty minutes! The weather is terrible! This is not a wooden boat and iron cannon! This is a delicate thing with mechatronics!" Feng's expression was fierce, and he burrowed into the gap in the deck, "Where are we going next? Captain? "

"The Oak is navigating for us. I want to keep up with it. It's heading for Allam Bay in the English Channel!" Jim's eyes drifted, with excitement and anxiety in his eyes.

The fat first mate saw the wiring in the horizontal cracks on the deck, and after checking the damage to the bomb feeder belt, he was finally relieved. The damage caused by the direct main gun fire just now did not damage the pipeline of the Warrior, and the reinforcement ribs of the deck were not damaged. It's all right. The turret base also shows no signs of crooked collapse, which is the best case scenario.

"Fifteen minutes!" The first mate immediately changed his words: "Jim! You can continue to set off fireworks in ten minutes at the earliest! Are we going in the direction of the Three Needles Stone? According to these stinky brats! Didn't they throw it in that water? Thunderstorm?"

Jim looked complicated: "Yes"

Ms. Gloria's eager voice came over the radio: "Captain, who are we fighting with? There may be my children on the three frigates. They went to the aircraft carrier formation."

Jim replied without thinking: "It's the Adventurer, Bulldog and Richmond, one old and two new."

Gloria: "That's all right."

Feng: "How do you know?"

Jim laughed loudly: "Guess! Otherwise? Go to the ship's flood net to check? Wake up! My first officer, we don't have a reconnaissance plane now, listen carefully! Did you hear anything?"

"It's a helicopter!" Feng exclaimed.

Jim analyzed: "It's the Merlin HM.1 helicopter, the frigate Richmond can park two-it's dropping vampire shells on us, a group of sixteen. In thunderstorm weather, these monsters want to rely on It is also difficult to fly into cumulonimbus clouds above 800 meters with wings, and they went up by helicopter."

When the Warrior was turning, a signal flare could be seen far away on the sea level.

"The other two frigates have been silent since they were bombarded by the warning bombardment of the 68-pound gun. I assume that they are all new electric propelled ships that have been launched in the past few years. There is something wrong, and it will take time to self-check and troubleshoot - in this peaceful age, Britain can no longer lose a ship, especially a new ship that has just been launched."

The ancient ghost warship draws a magnificent arc in the Allam Bay.

The rotting stern of the Oak stirred up a cloud-like froth, which floated far away.

The Armored Warrior opened its last remaining sail. As an old man who fought in World War I, it was very difficult to turn, and the creaking and horrifying notes were issued from the iron armor, finally catching up with the untimely death. younger generation.

"Winston Spencer!" cried Jim, "if you're idle! Go help the mate! I saw you tear vampires apart! You must be strong."

"Sorry! Captain Jim! I'm busy!—"

A black shadow flashed from the window of the command tower, and Jack carried the head of the blood-sucking monster and flew past, threw the hot bat head into the sea, and then got back into the boat to deal with the resurrection from the dead. blood race.

"—Let my little pigeons help you!"

The pigeons who were still helping the wounded to open the gate and release the water rushed into the cracks in the deck of the Iron Warrior.

They scrambled to squeeze into the mouth of the pit, and took out wood slag and broken steel from the inside of the hull. If there were large shards of more than a hundred kilograms, they would gather into a group and slowly drag them out of the connecting channel of the cabin.

"Robert! Robert, what are you doing?" Jim called out to his grandson loudly: "The starting point works! Robert! There is a shortage of people everywhere now!"

Robert Jr. was observing the status of the Oak from the bow. According to this route, he should have hit the floating mine long ago—could the enemy just be bluffing? Want to scare the Warrior back into Portsmouth Harbour?

"Grandpa! I see the short hills at the Isle of Wight Zoo!"

shouted Robert Jr. into the radio.

"No mines! No!"

Jim: "No?"

Robert smiled happily: "Really not! There was no thunder alarm, and no explosion! The Oak drove fast and steadily."

Jim scolded: "Stupid boy, floating mines can't hurt it, the charge is only 150 kilograms, and the Oak is very strong."

Talking and talking——

—Old Jim fell silent.

Little Robert: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

Jim: "."

The Hood was escorting at the rear, and it was very close to the Iron Warrior. It capsized several times because of the deflection of the huge cavity of the hull, and it looked precarious.

As long as you stand on the side of the ship and look back, you can see its empty walkways and decks, and see its turret still rotating to search for enemies, and the rust in the base and steel plate emits high-temperature steam and sparks.

A little further away is the Prince of Wales at the end of the line.

Its middle deck could no longer see anything, only horrible holes.

Workers at Elsway Arsenal were still assembling its main gun before it sank to the bottom of the sea.

Cruising at a further distance is the Baham, which has always maintained a T-shaped side drifting state against the enemy, and must aim all turrets at the rear pursuers.

To Robert Jr.'s surprise, Baham's hull tilted fifty degrees to one side, as if deliberately hiding the torpedo wound below the waterline. In this state of side drifting, its speed can still be maintained at around 22 knots, it's a hell of a thing.

"Boy, is there a possibility." Father Jim's hand holding the radio was trembling: "They are not the only ones who come to help us tide over the difficulties. This weird ocean current pushes the Warrior forward all the way, maybe in the next year , East Coast fishermen in the U.S. can catch those floating mines.”

Little Robert leaned on the fence and looked into the deep sea. There were countless stars shining under the dark sea level. Those light sources were like dead ships and sunken ships lighting up the signal lights again.

For a moment, he even had an illusion.

Mistakenly thinking that these phantoms are really hanging upside down below the sea level, they are still sailing.

Not only battleships, he even saw the upside-down lights of the Titanic cruise ship.

It's just that the sea is too dark and the wind and waves are too strong.

Before he could see clearly, the turbulent ocean currents pushed the Warrior further away.

Right now, right now—

— Three bright signals from the radar.

It's the pursuers.

Riding this warm and dark current, the Richmond rides the wind and waves, with two naval upstarts—

"—Come and eat the cannonballs!" The fat man slammed open the gate of the conning tower.

Jim: "Can't you open the door normally?!"

The fat old man was wet and shivering from the cold: "It's so windy and windy outside! The command building of this dilapidated ship shouldn't have this gate!"

Jim: "What did you just say? You called it a wreck!"

Feng: "Otherwise? We have guns! Anti-aircraft machine guns can also be used! Captain! Are you going to duel with me at this juncture?"

It is rare for Jim to lose in the bickering session, and now is not the time for fighting.

"Mate! Let's go to the fjords! They're too fast!"

The first mate said in surprise: "What do you want to do? You really want to"

Jim has started to steer—

"—Where's your will to fight? First officer! Are you permanently in the bunker in Berlin? With your Führer?"

There is no doubt that Jim wanted to sink the three British frigates in service.

When the Richmond dropped Bloodkin shells on the deck of the Iron Warriors, Jim had already figured it out—there was no end to it.

"Dean!" Jim just called out.

Immediately drop a steamer from the Iron Warrior, and the superintendent of the nursing home usually has to wear multiple jobs. In addition to taking care of the polo team, the malnourished old bone has to work part-time as an observer and Gunnery calculator.

"Jim, I'm already in place. Next time—if there is a next time, I hope your grandson will be more careful and buy some floating radars." The dean sat on the back of the small motorboat, holding The tiller, holding a telescope in one hand: "But there is one thing to say, in this era, in this environment, in the midst of violent storms, meat detection is more effective than electric detection."

Thunder flashed in the dark clouds from time to time, and in the violent sea, seven ships were racing at extreme speed. They were traveling at more than thirty-three knots, circling the mountains of the Isle of Wight in the fjord.

"Boom—"

The muffled shelling followed the thunder.

The Richmond was the first to attack, and its secondary guns landed on the stern of Baham, just like a child seeing a ferocious adult, not knowing what's going on, and tentatively throwing a fist, trying to calibrate the trajectory , Identify the bullet point, and prepare for the next attack.

But the answer to Richmond—

—It's Baham's port gunfire!

At that moment, the people on the Warrior almost felt deaf.

On the observation boat in the storm, the old dean only felt the hot wind blowing against his face, and the scorching flames passing over his head were like a meteor shower. The sudden bombardment made his eyes go blank, and his mind was shaken by the strong light and sound, but he was still broadcasting the battle situation. Plan your next sailing route.

"Jim! It's a big loss for Richmond! It doesn't seem to understand what these ghost ships are capable of, or where they come from-I saw three fires on its deck, and the conning tower has blown up. It has almost no ability to fight back, if the other two frigates are smarter, they will not take the initiative to attack these ghost ships."

Jim yelled sharply: "Damn it! How dare this guy shoot at Baham? Do you understand what this means? He actually fired at the Heroic Spirit ship? Where did he get the guts!?"

"Calm down! Jim!" The dean said immediately, "I have been to the Isle of Wight. If you want to defeat these two newcomers, you want to sink the adventurer and the bulldog. Find them between the third peak and the fourth dwarf peak." A cannon mount!"

Jim asked, "Are we sending cannonballs over the hills?"

Feng asked: "This is too difficult!"

The Prince of Wales had just passed the side of the observation boat, and the huge water pressure difference almost threw the small boat into the battleship's fan blades.

The dean narrowly escaped death several times, and finally had time to answer.

He hugged the radio and observed the angle between the Isle of Wight mountains and the ship with his naked eyes.

"No! Don't think about avoiding the mountains, but smash them! The mountains in the Monkey Paradise Zoo are all scenic mountains. I have taken my granddaughter to visit several times. Our 16-inch main gun, don't underestimate it! It is MK6 ! Its shells can break through nine meters of concrete, and I don't think it's a problem to go straight through these rockeries. They can block electromagnetic waves, they can block sonar, and in this violent storm, satellite radar can't see us-"

The dean quickly played the shelling coordinates on the radio, and said.

"—Blast these vampires while they're blind. We only have one chance, Jim! The Warrior won't have a chance to make a full circle around Britain with the main guns of these frigates. Me."

At this moment, the old dean heard the sound of a helicopter.

He looked up and saw a dozen shadows in the sky flapping their wings, as if they heard the loud noise from the radio station.

"Jim." The polo captain wiped the rain off his face, but he couldn't wipe it off, "When you saw the Prince of Wales, were you crying?"

Jim: "It's just too much rain."

The last sentence of communication came from the radio station.

"Goodbye! Captain!"

Then there was the roar of the close-in anti-aircraft guns.

Father Jim wanted to say something, but was dragged by the huge inertia of the Warrior's turning and turning, and almost fell down.

With difficulty, he climbed back to the steering wheel and put the earphones back on.

"Fuck! You were saying goodbye to me just now? What the hell happened to you? Are you still alive?!"

From the other end of the radio station came the rustling sound of wind and rain.

The old dean finally got up from the motorboat, pushed away all the filth on his body, and cleaned the blood bat meat in his arms.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

This weather-beaten veteran was swearing, and saw the Prince of Wales clearly. The machine guns at its stern were roaring and spitting out tongues of fire. The heroic spirits in the machine gun tower were dreamlike, like a faint blue veil, and they had blood-red eyes. , the body is full of bright starlight full of spiritual power.

It is the same as the Union Jack of the United Kingdom.

The rain washed away the flesh and blood on the old dean's face. He picked up the radio and cursed at the mothership Warrior.

"Same as fucking back in North Korea! I'm PTSD! Fuck! I'm broken!"

Jim wondered: "Have you ever fought this battle?"

The old dean: "If it weren't for this bloody rain, I might have forgotten it long ago. I thought I could forget it! I could forget it! Fuck your fucking United Nations Army! Fuck your fucking world peace."

Jim: "Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

The old dean ordered sharply: "It's time to fire! You missed at least two shelling timings! Now it happens to be the third!"

The crew sergeants of the Iron Warriors hissed and roared.

"—Be careful! Fix your body! Resist the impact!"

The speed of the turret turning was very slow. When the old ship drove into the corner of the fjord, it had been relying on the coordinates broadcast by the observation boat to lock on to the two ships behind the mountain.

Three main guns and six secondary guns are its last resort.

There was no order to fire.

The hot warhead drilled out of the barrel, and the fireworks at the muzzle were like fireworks in the night sky, offering the most precious gift to the newborns in Britain.

They flew through the storm, crashed into the scenic mountains of the Isle of Wight, and shattered the fountains and swings of the Monkey Mountain. In the wild beast area two hundred meters away, the lions transported from Africa were so frightened that they scolded their mothers.

They climbed out of the mountain, crossed the barbecue camp, and flew over the heads of thirty-two young punks who were looking for excitement and preparing to have a swinging party.

They hit the Adventurer's ammunition rack—

——It only needs to be tapped lightly, and a more intense flame emerges from the cabin of the hull.

Fifteen seconds passed—the sound of roaring gunfire continued, and the Warrior was under the bulldog's counterattack.

The second round of salvo—the setting sun rose from the east at this time.

The sun nearly blinded the vampires in the Bulldog's command building.

The shell weighing more than one ton was pressurized by the 406mm gun barrel and landed on the front armor of the Bulldog, almost moving the entire hull by ten centimeters.

The six Harpoon anti-ship missiles flying from the west side of the mountain were all stopped by the Prince of Wales and intercepted with the hull. It blocked the side of the Iron Warrior, like an insurmountable iron tower.

The battle lasted only a short minute.

You can see the fruitful results on the other side through the rockery.

Half of the bows of the two British upstarts were paralyzed in the offshore shoals of the Isle of Wight. In order to salvage the hull and save the crew, they had to run aground and land.

After confirming this matter, it was determined that the enemy had no ability to fight back, lost the will to fight, did not raise the white flag, and surrendered.

The Silver Iodide missile onboard the Warrior finally took to the sky.

In the distant sky, the sun just escaped into the clouds, and the fleeting sunlight melted the four ghost warships. Their rusty hulls were like fragile ice flowers, and they made a violent collapse sound, but within a few tens of seconds After a while, it sank into the bottom of the sea.

Jim and Robert the Kid would never let it go.

Immediately afterwards, the Warrior turned its bow and sailed further north along the north shore of the English Channel.

For them, the journey has just begun.