Admiral, Hello

Two days later·Neon·Yokosuka Port·Anchorage of the Seventh Fleet of the Eagle Sauce Navy

Vice Admiral William R. Moz looked at the Fitz Gerrard being dragged into the dock by the tug, and asked the adjutant next to him: "Has the damage been reported?"

"It's out, General." The adjutant nodded, and took out a thick file from his own folder.

"You don't need to tell me everything, just tell me if this ship can still be repaired? How long will it take to repair her? Which is cheaper to repair her or reapply to build a ship? Is there any value in repairing her?" Lieutenant General William asked his adjutant.

"Wait a minute, General." The adjutant glanced up at the document again to make sure that he had taken it correctly, then quickly scanned the document and turned to the end and said to Lieutenant General William: "The hull of the Fitzgerald was damaged by 5%. 17. The weapon system was damaged by 33%, the power system was damaged by 20%, and the various radars and sighting equipment outside the hull were damaged by 94%... Based on the above opinions, the original manufacturer The advice given is hopeless. If you re-enter service after repairing it, it would cost less money and time to rebuild a new guided missile destroyer."

"...In other words, is she... hasn't been saved?" Lieutenant General William walked into the enclosed dock and watched as the U.S. logistics officers and soldiers tore down the camouflage cloth that covered them, revealing Fitzgerald's scars. De Hao asked the adjutant in silence for a while.

"...Yes, General. What's more, the entire hull has been marked with humiliating statements... The Congress and the White House will not allow this matter to be spread out." The adjutant followed by silence for a while, and then said to the general. Nodded.

"...Well, let me see her one last time." Lieutenant General William waved to the adjutant to leave, while standing still looking at the Fitzgerald.

. . . I am looking at the dividing line. . .

"... The following is the latest news that this station has just received: The Fitz Gerrard guided-missile destroyer of the Seventh Fleet of the Eagle Sauce Navy, caused a fire due to a mistake in the operation of the officers and soldiers on the ship during the live ammunition exercise, and some ammunition was killed. The explosion caused serious damage to the hull. After a detailed damage assessment, the Eagle Sauce Navy decided to abandon the repair of the ship, and applied for funds for a new round of ship construction additional plans. At the same time, this is the good man Richard after the fire. The second non-war warship lost by the Jiangjun Navy..."

The beautiful host of the TV station smiled, formulaically reading the press release in front of her.

"Tsk... See you, the Americans are really magnificent! A guided missile destroyer says no, just don't want it, tusk tusk..." Xiao Yuhang looked at the news bulletin on the TV, turned his head and said to the lion beside him.

"Who made them a New World citizen? Commander, do you need a cup of black tea made by your concubine?" Lion shrugged and raised his glass to his commander.

"Thank you."

Xiao Yuhang took the black tea and just drank two sips when he heard a new piece of news on TV.

"...According to interviews, due to the Royal Navy's overhaul and maintenance plan, the Royal Navy has no capital ships available in the near future..."

"Puff!"

Xiao Yuhang couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"..."

Lion had already darkened his face and stretched out his hand to the remote control.

With a soft sound, the TV screen plunged into darkness.

"Sister Lion, I remembered a joke." Xiao Yuhang said to Lion.

"Huh? Commander?" Lion motioned his commander to continue.

"In 1914, a spy counted out the Royal Navy battleships at Portsmouth Naval Port, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. The event was not good, and the Royal Navy's First Battle Fleet departed from port! In 1941, another one The spies are also counting the Royal Navy battleships departing from Portsmouth Naval Port, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Alert, alert! The main Royal Navy fleet is going to sea! 2020..."

"Enough! Commander! This kind of joke is very excessive for the concubine waiting for the ship! It's like you hold your hands up in front of Miss Richelieu!" Lion interrupted his commander directly, staring. For a long time, he still didn't pounce the black tea in his hand directly on his face due to his good feelings.

"Uh... I'm sorry, it's my pot." Xiao Yuhang directly admitted his mistake.

Lion sat up straight and looked at his commander. After staring for a while, he relaxed and leaned back on the sofa and said to him lost: "Commander, sometimes my concubine is thinking, should I bring my sisters in? Buckingham Palace questioned Her Royal Highness who was sitting on the throne. But then her concubine's thoughts changed. How could Her Royal Highness be willing to watch the glorious Royal Navy gradually come to an end? So these have nothing to do with Her Royal Highness, the wrong is all Those Labor Parties! Damn Labor Party, if it weren't for them..."

"Alright, okay, Sister Lion, those are all things in the past. You are not some of the poor people who have been imprisoned for ten thousand years in the novel. There is no need to worry about what has happened in history. You are now the ship empress. , Is my ship’s mother. I just want everyone to lay down the burden of fighting in another world and live happily with me in our peaceful country~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Humans have done well enough, now is the time for you to enjoy the fruits of your labor." Xiao Yuhang hugged the lion, turning his head and whispering in her ear.

"Well, you are right, Commander."

Lion nodded and leaned on the shoulder of his commander.

"So Sister Lion, I bought the throne and the dress once and used it once. Or I will go to your room tonight, and you will put on the dress and sit on the throne..." Xiao Yuhang whispered into Lion's ear.

"...Commander, can you not say these disappointing words when your concubine is moved? Tsk...Missouri must have taught you badly, right?" The lion stretched out his hand at the soft flesh of his commander's waist. He pinched it and gave Missouri a pot.

"Hi! Don't! I was wrong! Lioness!"

Xiao Yuhang sucked his breath and begged the lion for mercy.

As soon as Lion retracted his hand to say something, he heard a vibration from the coffee table. She looked up, picked up her commander's mobile phone and handed it to him, "Hmm... Wait, Commander your phone."

Xiao Yuhang took the phone, looked at the caller ID of the phone, and asked, "Hello? Mom? What's the matter?"

"Tomorrow, follow me to the hospital to see Director Qiu for a review. It's time to take the steel plate from your shoulder after a year." Xiao Yuhang's mother said by phone.

"Ah? Can I go after the National Day? I still want to go out on the National Day..." Xiao Yuhang immediately said bitterly.

"No, the director said that it will be picked up in one year. I will come to you tomorrow to find you." Xiao Yuhang's mother hung up the phone after speaking strongly.

"Uh..."

Xiao Yuhang had no choice but to look at the phone and shrugged to the lion.

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