"Sister Nan? Is my radar broken? Funa isn't moving."
"It's not broken. My display shows that she's not moving either. Maybe she's shooting missiles on the spot.”
Yingchan let the early warning aircraft descend a little to take a closer look at what was going on. Not only was she not moving on the radar panel, but there was also no information on the missile launch. A normal warship would not be in a daze on the sea.
The Peter the Great was docked between a pile of floating ice. The bow was facing the deep sea, surrounded by thick black smoke. Well, this was normal.
The smokestacks of the Russian ships were already spewing black smoke, and Funa had even modified the World War II boiler. The situation was even more serious. It was as if the destroyer had turned on the smoke generator and enveloped a large area of the sea.
"There's no problem…Hmm?" Yingchan looked around through the camera and almost didn't notice anything unusual.
The black smoke did not come from the chimney, but from the front deck of Funa.
"Sister Nan, Sister Nan, it's bad. Funa's hair seems to be malfunctioning and caught fire."”
"I'm panicking. I'll go take a look." Brother Chennan put away the thermos cup and rushed to the scene of the accident at full speed.
The problem was not the missile, but the launcher of the granite missile.
The launcher of the Granite Missile was called the SIM-233. The author was not making this up. It was indeed called that.
It was a kind of tilting launcher that looked like it was hanging down. The twenty launchers were at an angle of 60 degrees from the horizontal plane, tilting straight ahead.
The Russians designed it this way because they were afraid of an accident during the launch. If it was placed diagonally, even if the missile suddenly lost power, it would fall into the sea instead of hitting the deck again.
It turned out that such an inclined design was meaningless. Instead, it was more likely to cause accidents than a vertical launch device. Look at Funa now.
"What's going on?" Brother Nan asked from afar.
Funa didn't reply. She silently took the fire extinguisher and sprayed the fire.
This accident wasn't caused by any malfunction. It was purely because there was something wrong with Funa's brain and she was courting death.
She stuffed the Zircon missile into the granite launcher, and it naturally exploded.
Zircon was four times smaller than a granite missile. It was like a toothpick in a water bottle when placed in the launcher. Before it could be launched, it leaked fuel due to the jolt, causing a fire.
Of course, Funa was too embarrassed to tell him about this kind of accident.
"This child, go back to Yingchan's side. I'll take over.”Brother Nan did not ask further.
It was very dangerous for the missile fuel to leak, mainly because they were afraid of self-destruction. Before putting out the fire, Funa had taken all the missiles back to her Dimensional Pocket. This way, she could basically avoid the danger of sinking.
Funa was still emitting thick black smoke as she retreated and continued to put out the fire. Brother Chennan stayed where he was and acted as the vanguard of the fleet.
Two hundred nautical miles away from Brother Nan's location was the Deep Sea Fleet. Without the support of reconnaissance satellites and early warning aircraft guidance, she could not fire the anti-ship missiles that far.
Ying-chan had an early warning aircraft, but the data links of both parties were not connected…This modern data link also needed to be developed. Moreover, because of the high technology content, the cost was very high. Until now, Brother Nan had not been able to complete it.
If he wanted to start attacking, he had to continue to get close to about a hundred nautical miles. Chennan didn't have the intention to do so. He just watched from afar and let Yingchan play by herself.
but... It seemed that someone didn't want her to continue being idle.
"This is Guardian's Residence No. 161 in the North Pole Continent. Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"
"We have encountered a frontal attack from the Deep Sea Fleet. Changmen and Luao have sunk. Requesting backup!”
Brother Chennan carefully distinguished the sound of the broadcast. This should be Atago.
The North Pole's Guardian's Residence No. 161 was the territory of the Japanese battleship faction. It was also the first Guardian's Residence to be attacked along the route of the Deep-Sea Winter Activity.
Even though they had big sisters holding umbrellas, they were still unable to resist the super enormous Deep Sea Fleet. They had already retreated to the edge of the port area, and there was nowhere to retreat to.
When Brother Chennan heard this news, he slightly increased the output of the horsepower and prepared to lean in to help.
Facing a common enemy like the deep sea, they should be united against a common enemy and temporarily put aside the conflicts between bloodlines and factions.
After about an hour, Brother Nan met another group of ship girls who came to support him.
"Yo! Next-generation ship girl, this is BB-61 lowa.”
The other party removed his warship form in a friendly manner and ran over from the sea to shake hands. His friendly appearance was a little unbearable.
" Type 055 first ship, you can call me-Nan."
Brother Chennan also deactivated her hull transformation. After shaking hands, she maintained a certain distance. She didn't want to get close to strangers.
Just like most American ship girls, the character of her was also straightforward and friendly. She was very willing to make new friends. Her image was that of a big sister wearing a blue dress and holding an umbrella…
But there was something wrong with this Howard! He carried a Tomahawk missile launcher on his back, and there was a radioactive warning sign on the main turret.
"Are you the post-war modified version of the next generation of Howard?”Brother Chennan's eyes widened in shock.
The other party nodded and very readily showed him the equipment of the next era. The fire control electronic system was completely replaced with the technology of the 90s, and it could fire 406mm nuclear shells. There were also tomahawks, harpoon missile launchers, and dense array close-range defense cannons.
This was an extremely rare, second-generation Howard, and it had actually appeared in a godforsaken place like the Arctic.
Soon, the crew members who were escorting Howard came over and shook hands and hugged Chennan. They didn't know why they were so friendly…
"Why don't you join our Guardian's Residence? I think it's not easy for you to be alone, huh?”
Howard raised his eyebrows and invited her in a frivolous manner.
After retiring from the military, Howard had been preserved as a museum, so she knew all the developments of modern warships. She recognized that Brother Chennan was a Type 055 destroyer and naturally had the intention to rope him in.
"I'm sorry, but I have the Guardian's Residence and my friends.”
Yingchan and Funa were dozens of nautical miles behind them, beyond the sea level, and Brother Chennan was flying the fleet flag…
Which flagship would charge forward alone? Howard thought he must be alone, but he was wrong.
"Then shall we go to the rescue together?" Howard had not given up yet.
"Let's act separately. I'm sorry, I can't cooperate.”Brother Nan refused again.
Other than the Ivory Fleet, all the escort ships in the American fleet were very ordinary World War II warships. Even if there was a second-generation Ivory, their combat style would definitely be a hand-to-hand battle within sight.
The three warship ladies of Guardian's Residence No. 233 were all attacking beyond the visual range. They had no coordination with this American fleet.
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