Abyss Express

Chapter 139 Vol·20 [Legacy·Inheritance]

"Thirty-seven people in the command tower, meteorological staff, helmsman, combat staff, recorder, radiotelephone communication non-commissioned officer, banner officer, ready to fight!"

"Fire the command post! Twenty-three officers, lieutenants, non-commissioned officers and soldiers, the gunnery chief, the distance measuring officer, and the angle measuring officer are on alert!"

"Eighteen lieutenants and non-commissioned officers in the front turret are ready to fight. The 20mm quadruple machine gun mounts are under the unified jurisdiction of the shooting command post. The switchboard operators, telegraph communicators, and water depth surveyors are in combat!"

"All sailors, deck officers and sailors, sailors, boat captains, ammunition depot managers, and statisticians enter the combat state. Ammunition carriers and security soldiers continue to work."

"Nine people from the shipbuilding department, non-commissioned officers and soldiers, chief craftsmen, carpenters, weapon workers, sheet metal workers, blacksmiths, mechanics, and divers rushed to the second mast to collect weapons and prepare to fight!"

"Damage Control and Compartment Drainage Operations Department! Eleven lieutenants and non-commissioned officers, firefighters, emergency repairmen, chief of the front deck cabin management, and pipeline panel operators immediately join the battle!"

The battle briefing was delivered within forty seconds.

Jim Daddy returned to the Atlantic at this moment—

——Back to the most nervous and excited state.

Except for the officers in the boiler room and the electrical room, the Warrior was fully awakened, and four generations of thirty-six different families gathered together on this antique ship.

This ironclad ship needs 700 soldiers to operate, according to the shift system, at least 200 people are not included in the combat department.

These one hundred and forty-four fighters had to be divided into three people on board the Warrior.

This decadent old ironclad ship has a new turret, a new machine gun, and the old 68-pound gun has also withdrawn from the stage of history. The storage compartment under the deck has been diverted into a clean and neat bomb feeder pipeline.

But it's still a little bit, a little bit worse.

The Warrior is like a bad old man at sunset. To adapt it to the 21st century, the old man needs some time to change clothes and put on equipment.

But there is no time--

——It's over!

The light weapon in the hands of the sailors is the L85A1 assault rifle that was eliminated in 2002. If you want to get fresh and hot HK goods in the UK, you need not only the military's procurement permission, but also a fucking long transportation time.

Facing the heavily armed blood pilots, these naval fighters are like naked targets. In order to carry mechanical equipment and shells, they only have light second-level armor, and even the wearing rate of helmets is very low. .

Poor visibility made the soldiers nowhere to start, and the violent wind and rain and the shaking hull made aiming and shooting a luxury.

But there is only one thing, and only one thing not to forget—

——From 1925 to today in 2025.

This hundred years, a century, four generations. They are silently guarding the Commonwealth of Nations in the blue sea.

Only this incident raised people's morale, and their strong will to fight was like a flame in a boiler, which could not be extinguished by rainstorm and fear.

They are a real regular army, a well-trained violent organization, how could they lose to a group of gangsters who suck human blood and eat human flesh?

At this very moment—

——Robert Downing's heart was shaking.

He and Jim rushed out of the headquarters and stood in the middle of the deck in the pouring rain, looking at the dark sky and the dark ocean, trying to distinguish the flying units in the sky from the tide, wind, waves and rain.

If only there was light--

—It would be nice if there was light.

Almost everyone is thirsty for a light source.

Whether it is the soldiers on the deck to protect the craftsmen.

He is also a craftsman who is rushing to repair naval guns and build machine gun systems.

Or the electrified engineers who opened their eyes wide and were almost in tears in the dark environment below the deck.

Listen carefully—

——something is coming!

The vanguard of the vampires had already begun to dive, descending rapidly at an altitude of 1,800 meters.

Jim remembers the sound, that's how these bat freaks used to deal with anti-aircraft machine guns seventy years ago.

The acceleration of free fall is like the dive maneuver of an attack aircraft when bombing and dropping bombs, except that these two-meter-long combat units are more flexible. When the meat membrane breaks the sound barrier, the whistle is like a piercing brass trumpet.

"Meet the enemy!"

Jim Daddy and Robert Kid raised their guns to the sky at almost the same time.

The sound of bullets exploded continuously, and clusters of sparks exploded in mid-air——

——More than twenty black shadows descended from the sky.

Their thick toe and claw joints can't use human hot weapons, and their huge body can't wear bulletproof vests, but also thanks to this strong texture and thick subcutaneous fat, these fleshy bodies made of mycelium protein are like bulletproof Gel - It usually takes five or six bullets to hit the same spot to do an effective kill.

Blood sprayed from the deck of the Warrior.

The two old men in the first turret were unable to dodge in time, and were smashed into the cabin from the deck by the vampire.

These monsters are like meteors falling to the ground. When attacking, they will not worry about minor injuries such as broken necks. Even if they fall from a high altitude and smash into meatloaf, they can still pass through the two cores of the brain's spiritual essence and the belly of Mrs. Bai's physical essence. , Restore the body by sucking blood.

For these vampires, the body is the best shell.

Almost in the first round, sixteen Blood Race shells hit the main deck of the Iron Warrior, and only four unlucky ghosts were shot down. These monsters took eight lives when they landed, and gradually recovered during the process of sucking blood. Go to the power boiler room!

Kid Robert emptied the magazine and asked his grandfather: "How the hell did we win World War II?!"

"How do I know!" Father Jim staggered, limping towards the bullet point, "Follow me! These vampires are the weakest when they land! This is their old trick! Enter the hull Inside, and start looking for ammo racks and power rooms. If they come to life in the ship, start wreaking havoc immediately!"

The second round of blood clan bombardment has not yet come——

——Jim Laozi pulled a fire extinguisher from the cabin passage, and sprayed sterilizing dry powder on a mass of wriggling meat paste, and the parazon and silver powder turned the mass of meat into a charred substance similar to firewood.

Robert looked at the bomb crater above his head. A layer of silver wire woven mesh was laid in the compartment of the deck. These blood races had been cut into more than fifty pieces of meat when they landed. It may take a long time to restore them to their original state. for a long time.

Lao Tzu Jim kicked away the filth covering the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, and explained with a complicated expression: "You want to ask how we won? This is the answer"

Robert quickly asked, "Have they ceased fire?"

"No, they are waiting for the feedback of the first round of shelling." Jim and his grandson explained, while mobilizing four boys from the power room team to do disinfection work: "This shelling is like a calibration gun in a naval battle. If it is effective Only then will we continue to attack, and if the attack is ineffective, we will immediately change our tactics.”

Robert said nervously, "What will they do?"

"If there is no way to force the warship to stop, and there is no way to destroy our power system from the inside—these pilots will try to eliminate our vital forces as much as possible. To put it simply, they will kill us without destroying the ship." Father Jim rushed to the corridor with a cigar in his mouth, and was about to run back to the deck to prepare for a more intense close combat.

"Grandpa!" Robert Downing took out the panacea from his pocket, taking out almost all of his inventory.

Jim Laozi was puzzled: "What is this thing?"

Robert explained nervously: "It's called panacea, and it may cure your legs and feet. I don't know if it will work, but like you said, how will you know if you don't try it?"

Jim pointed at Tang Ning's nose and cursed, "You are a top-notch rookie in battle! Something like this should have been sent to the logistics for distribution to all combat groups!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man gave himself an injection immediately.

In just ten seconds, I saw that the skin on Jim's broken arm and leg was red and cracked, and new granulation sprouted, and there was more turbid pus and tissue fluid on the floor. Crazy growth.

Jim Downing was glowing with glory, carrying a suitcase and walking like flying, like a dexterous monkey leaping onto the deck. When he returned to the battlefield, his eyeballs had just grown, and the artificial eyes were pushed out of the eye sockets.

"Gloria! My dear sister! Send this thing to the water tank!"

When Lao Tzu Jim got this kind of treasure, he immediately thought of pouring it into the fresh water pipe of the battleship. As long as it is not a fatal injury, the soldiers will not go to the line of fire.

He ran with all his strength, and needed to cross the passageway in the middle of the ship platform of more than 50 meters to meet the medical staff——

— Right now, right now.

The vampire's second attack came.

There was a noise of flapping wings in the sky. It was the blood clan's changed tactic of annihilating the enemy after they felt the spirit pressure of their companions disappear in the hull.

They are cruising at low speed on the sea surface, avoiding radar detection by sticking to the turbulent waves, and preparing to board the ship for hand-to-hand combat.

"Fire freely! Fire freely! Fire freely!" Jim's ears healed, and his scalp was numb from the dense fluttering notes in all directions. Pounder! Fire!"

The twenty-six ancient cannons in the middle cabin are no longer manned, but the modern fire control unit can make them fire, and only a small diesel engine is needed to drag the parallel ropes.

The earth-shattering bombardment brought the warriors on the deck back one hundred and fifty years ago.

The solid iron bullets blasted out a turbulent spray, and this salvo of iron cannons was like a bloodfly shaking off the body of a lion, like a roar that shook the sky.

Creatures in legends of gods and monsters have speed and strength that ordinary people cannot achieve.

But Isaac Newton, president of the Royal Society, said.

- Forces interact.

These carbon-based creatures leave the ground with the Holy Blood of Grace, and can obtain a limit speed of Mach 1.5 when diving, and can maintain a limit speed of 150 kilometers per hour when flapping their wings and gliding.

But in this state, even if a small stone hits their strong and fragile bat body, it will cause a terrible tear.

Twenty-six shells blasted a thick water column around the ship, and when they collided with the blood bats at a speed of more than 120 kilometers per hour, these pilots were smashed to pieces in an instant like an airplane hitting a hill.

Before they die they don't understand—

——Why can this ship explode with such amazing combat power.

At the pre-war meeting, it was said that there were only one hundred and forty-four men left on the Iron Warrior.

But this fierce shelling is like the roar of a full-fledged ship a hundred years ago.

When more than two hundred vampires crashed into the dead water columns, they were dizzy by the strong sound and light, as if falling freely into the sea from an altitude of 800 meters, and their bodies were instantly smashed to pieces at the sea level.

This is the final roar of the Black Prince.

The barrel of the sixty-eight-pound gun was left unattended, and the gunpowder had to be cleared and reloaded in order to hear the roar of shelling again. There was no one around the old antiques in the museum, leaving only darkness and silence.

There is also a diesel engine in the corridor of the gun room, which has just stopped, and it is immediately taken away by young sailors, ready to be sent to the deck to do the pulling work of the sea sail cable.

There was only ten seconds of silence, and the lucky blood who survived the shelling climbed onto the side of the Iron Warrior.

Time slowed down at that moment——

——Robert Downing just followed in the footsteps of his grandfather, got out of the cabin, and returned to the frontline battlefield.

Jim is holding the precious panacea in his hand, and there are 850 milliliters of potion in the box. Maybe it can further strengthen the combat capabilities of the soldiers. He is going to the central tower to send these things to the fresh water tank Every soldier on the deck can turn on the water valve at will, and he can immediately come back to life from the dying state.

Behind him there is a shadow covering the sky——

——The hideous and terrifying blood bat jumped out of the wooden window sill of the bar, with a wingspan of almost three meters. The broken glass of the window sill drew bloodstains on the face of this stupid and dirty vampire. The pain made this The rude vampire aristocrat has no demeanor, his sharp toes and claws glisten under the dim yellow light, and he is only one step away from Jim.

that moment--

—Jim almost thought himself dead.

With a stern expression on his face, he suddenly threw the box in his hand away.

The gleaming silver box swirled and flew towards the old lady Gloria on the high platform in the middle of the distance.

Jim yelled, "Send it to the water tank! Gloria!"

Just this second.

Robert almost despaired—

——The bravest and most swearing captain of the entire Iron Warrior disappeared.

He was hugged by a strong vampire and crashed into the endless ocean abyss.

At the same time, the flying suitcase was intercepted by the clever vampire in mid-air, and the dexterous hook toes grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

Robert immediately raised his gun to shoot down the beast, but the scattered and weak steel-core bullets of the rifle bullets couldn't kill the grinning monster at all.

He drew Jiang Xueming's secondary weapon and fired all the silver bullets of COMBAT MASTER. Seeing that the vampire was cut into two pieces in the middle of the mast, he threw the suitcase into the hands of another companion before dying.

"ah!------"

Little Robert almost went crazy.

His eyes were bloodshot, impotent and furious.

In the process of close combat, the sailors are no match for these monsters at all. They have no time to melt silver bullets. The shipyard is not a steel factory, and the British munitions eliminated in their hands are difficult to kill these strong monsters. shape.

After being screened by the 68-pound gun, only more than forty blood bat pilots were left alive to climb onto the bow of the Warrior, but this was enough.

For four generations of Warrior, the road has come to an end.

Missile launchers still stand, but no one is operating them.

Robert Downing is about to suffer a disgraceful defeat—

——More dense, dizzying noises came from afar.

--what is that?

—Maybe more blood bats?

He saw the bloody second machine gun turret, the little brother who had lost half his body and whose spine was exposed to the air.

He leaned against the fence and saw the empty, dark ocean. Old Tangning fell from this position and disappeared.

He saw the mast snapped off by a Kindred, and the Black Prince's great canvas fell.

Tangning was disheartened, and the black jade pyroxene on his neck was frantically absorbing his dark and low emotions. At the moment when his will to fight was destroyed, even the movement of raising the gun to reload became mechanically numb.

Until a white dove landed on his arm, on his stiff arm—

——That feeling is very weird.

He couldn't understand where this pigeon came from, or that it shouldn't have appeared on this old antique that was about to sink due to wind and rain.

Until this cute little pigeon turned its head and stared at Tangning with its blood-red eyes, it spit out a piece of fresh, pulsating soft meat from its sharp beak.

Robert knows it!

That's vampire meat.

Until the little pigeon lowered its head and released the L85A1 chip to complete the locking action.

Robert was brought back to reality by the crisp sound of the barrel locking!

He can't admit defeat!

He never admits defeat!

In the dark sea, there are Martha's ashes, Martha's dead soul.

Just in this moment—

——The sturdy bodies of six blood-sucking monsters fell from the soaring Mi Ziqi.

They howled miserably, the soft flesh of the facial features seemed to be cut open by a sharp knife, the teeth, eyeballs and nasal cartilage were taken away, the ears were gone, and the cheekbones on both cheeks were exposed, showing a terrifying skeleton face.

They fell on the solid deck, and were immediately doused by the gunfire of the sailors, and died into a ball of meat.

"My dear young master!"

Under the dark clouds, a slender shadow slowly descended on the flagpole.

Winston Spencer -

—or Jack Martin.

He held out his arms, the panacea box in one hand, and Jim Daddy in the other.

"You haven't settled the bill with me, this business is not over."

The black crow feather cloak looked like a pair of cushioned hang glider, and hundreds of white pigeons were clutching the shoulders and thighs of the ghost's torso, flapping their wings vigorously.

Jack landed in front of Robert, and the white pigeons behind him scattered in all directions, trying to rescue other sailors.

Robert: "Winston Winston?"

Jack returned the old man Tangning who was also stunned and speechless in his hand to Boy Tangning, with a haughty and contemptuous tone.

"Take care of this little guy."

Lao Tzu Jim was ignited by this contemptuous tone on the spot: "Where did you come from a monster? You want to teach me how to do things!?"

Jack leaned closer to Robert's ear: "I'm telling you, take care of yourself, write at least a suicide note, and the person who belongs to the estate will just write my name—"

He pointed at Jim and winked at Tangning.

"—and take care of the little one."

The pitch-black figure turned into a cloud of thick smoke and disappeared instantly.

The moment Jack disappeared, the two vampires, who were hiding outside the side of the ship and trembling at the gun of the iron-clad ship, immediately regained their confidence. They jumped from the side of the fence again, and were about to pounce on Tangning and his grandson.

The dissipated black mist once again gathered into an entity——

——Jack appeared from the shadows, and the meat-sawing knife pulled out a fiery star flame on the iron plate and steel skin.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The scorching blade sliced ​​open the neck of the first vampire, and the scorching serrated blade sprayed hot blood on Father Jim's chest, and then ripped open the belly of the second vampire——

——The ejected Mrs. Bai covered Robert Kid's face.

These two monsters were like dolls that had lost their silk thread, and their limbs were paralyzed and half hung on the fence. Amid terrifying and hideous laughter, they were kicked into the sea by Jack.

He seemed to be shopping in a vegetable market, turning around and chatting with his grandpa and grandson.

"Sir Jim, I'm sorry, I was joking just now, which is a typical American joke, such as [Aha! I'm leaving! I'm not leaving! I'm lying!] This kind of joke, can you understand-I'm an American , long-winded Americans."

He wiped the blood off the meat saw, making the silvered edge shine again.

"—but my father used to work in a British munitions factory, Enfield, you know?"

Jim shook his head dully.

Jack continued, with a sad look on his face: "It doesn't matter if you don't know. All in all, I respect you both, grandpa and grandson—respect everyone on this boat. If these pigeons can be smarter and fly faster, I can Come here early, fortunately I arrived, fortunately I arrived."

After finishing speaking, he took the rifle from Kid Robert's hand and threw thirty bullets behind him, and the monster that had just climbed onto the deck fell back into the sea.

Putting the gun back into Boy Downing's hand, Jack disappeared into smoke again.

The grandfather and grandson finally came to their senses and sprinted towards the middle tower.

The two worked together to pour the panacea into the fresh water tank, and finally had time to look back at the blood-stained deck——

——If you don’t look at it, you don’t know it, and you have entered an unknown and incomprehensible realm when you look at it.

On the spacious deck, there are more than a dozen vampires who are slaughtering the sailors of the Warrior. These monsters with superpowers can bring up a piece of residual limbs with just a light wave of their toes and claws.

But at this moment, countless white pigeons flapped their wings and rushed towards the faces of these freaks. Robert scratched his head violently. He could even see the medical emergency team in groups of three. An old man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death came to the water valve, and a little pigeon turned the valve with its head to release water to save people.

The light of the knife in the black mist is like a weeding and cutting machine. It floats around the hull like a ghost, and when it condenses into the shape of Jack Martin, it will bring a thick blood and drop a hot bat head.

It was such a weird feeling——

— because the strange man in the shadows keeps laughing.

In a word that spoils the atmosphere, the laughter started from the second turret and the communication station.

It [hahaha] stopped suddenly, and then went to the machine gun tower to continue [hahahaha].

It's like an old broadcast tape chuck, the smile is not very sharp, not smooth enough.

But under this silvery saw blade, the death speed of the blood-sucking monster is too smooth - the interval between the black mist dissipating and forming is only a few seconds, and it can immediately take away one or two fresh blood-sucking nobles.

After cleaning up the enemies on the deck, the black mist penetrated into the hull.

Immediately, Mr. Jim heard the sound of ping-pong-pong from below the deck, as if the reinforcements descended from the sky met a difficult opponent, and saw two huge blood bats knocked out of the stained glass of the VIP cabin, trying to escape from the sky——Jack · Martin followed, dragging them back into the room.

Jim asked, "Who the hell is this guy?!"

Robert shook his head violently: "I don't know!"

But there's no time to explain—

——Three warning bombardments sounded from a very far distance, and huge water splashes exploded on the bow and stern of the Iron Warrior.

"It's a navy frigate." Father Jim looked nervous and began to feel anxious.

Tangning gritted her teeth, "What should we do? Are we really going to fight them offshore? Can we beat them?"

Jim was silent—

——The Iron Warrior is the historical heritage of the last era.

It can't withstand the main guns of modern warships, and it will become a tombstone in the ocean after eating a few shots.

Immediately afterwards, Captain Jim looked at his companions on the deck.

Even under the treatment of panacea, there are very few soldiers with combat capabilities left.

The only thing they can do is to urgently repair and maintain the turret in preparation for launching the rain-making missile.

"Let's run away." Jim is very unwilling, but in this state, he can only pray that the Warrior can get rid of these followers.

But even worse news came immediately from the command room of the command tower.

The communicator, with blood all over his face, craned his neck while holding the radio, and shouted to Captain Jim out the window.

"We have nowhere to escape! Captain! They sent a letter to warn us! The secret service team has deployed floating mines in the nearby waters, and if we go northeast, the Warrior will be bombed and sunk!"

Jim yelled, "Turn the ship around then! How come the frigates are here! Let's run out of their safe passage! I can't believe these young brats dare to shoot at the Warrior!"

"But...but the direction of the current has changed!" The correspondent said nervously and eagerly: "The direction of the ocean current has changed! Captain! They only give us ten minutes to think about it! Either surrender to the Royal Navy and return to Portsmouth Harbor to continue serving Antique museum! Or become a sea of ​​foam! Like the little mermaid! That's what they say!"

"God doesn't have eyes?!" Jim just felt unlucky: "This terrible weather"

One of the masts of the Warrior was broken, and it was impossible to run past these frigates with its boilers and double sails.

Right now, right now—

—a sudden burst of fire from the Warrior's hull gun bay.

Just like the frigate's warning bombardment of the Warrior.

Six solid iron bullets landed in the extreme distance, 1.5 kilometers away, precisely cut off the frigate's military flag, and crashed into the sea.

Jim felt incredible.

"Who's firing!?"

"who is it?"

"Did I order it? Who's messing around?!"

An electronic control sergeant emerged from the cabin and said to the captain in a panic.

"I don't know! Captain! Just dealing with the deck is enough for us."

Jim roared like thunder: "Could it be haunted!? The sixty-eight-pound cannon can't move by itself! Which cutie didn't listen to my order! It fired without permission!"

He rushed back to the cabin angrily, and returned to the cabin of the twenty-six iron guns with Kid Robert.

Immediately afterwards——

——I saw the night, the rainstorm and thunder.

There are spirit bodies that seem real and illusory, and ghosts wearing sea soul shirts.

These sailors stood beside the cannon, skillfully handling the shells and piercing the gunpowder bags.

Until Jim Daddy knocked open the gate—

——These ghost crew members looked back in unison.

Jim didn't say a word, and closed the door behind him.

He was discussing with his grandson outside the door.

"We're going to hell, aren't we? Really, really hell."

Kid Robert nodded.

"That's right. Grandpa"

Jim asked next.

"I saw the third cannon on the starboard side. That loader is my father. Did you see it clearly?"

Robert: "See clearly, it looks exactly like me."

Jim didn't hold back all of a sudden: "I don't know what to say, Robert Jr. When I was young, when I saw the Iron Warrior for the first time."

Robert Jr. took out a rag from his military uniform. There was some engine oil on it, but it didn't stop him from wiping away his tears. "I know, you've said it many, many times. You said that as long as you take a look at this ship, you will never be able to leave this ship again. Your soul will die." It's going to be left here."

"Now my heart is messed up by those frigates outside - the sudden change and these inexplicable things make my mind like a mess." Jim went on to say: "My father didn't give me What kind of inheritance is left, I didn't expect to meet again on this occasion, it's really fucking unlucky."

Little Robert patted Grandpa on the back.

"It's a good thing"

After finishing the vampires on the deck, Jack Martin appeared beside the grandpa and grandson.

He just pushed the door open, glanced at the gun room, and then showed the same astonished expression of Jim's father.

"Oh! Oh oh oh oh!"

Jack waved his hand, embarrassed.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong door."

Immediately afterwards, he closed the door and stopped disturbing these undead.

The three of them stood by the observation window, only seeing the raging waves outside the window beating against the hull from time to time. It is impossible for the Warrior to sail against the current at this moment.

There are floating thunders in front, and chasing soldiers in the back.

Leaning against the window, Jack took a cigar out of Mr. Jim's pocket familiarly.

"Captain! I cleaned up the deck, where are we going next?"

Father Jim was downcast: "There's nowhere to go, it's the end."

Kid Robert also said: "Thank you for your hard work, Winston, I didn't expect you to be so good."

Jack scratched his face, a little at a loss. He was a member of the British Army more than 160 years ago, and he knew very little about maritime affairs.

Father Jim beat the window sill unwillingly, and said in a stern tone, "It's only just started! If it weren't for this sudden weird ocean current, I might be able to drive more than a hundred nautical miles."

"What does the master mean?" Jack didn't understand: "Master, can you explain to me?"

Robert Jr. patiently explained: "The power system of the Iron Warrior is too old. It can't outrun those modern ships in this ocean current environment."

Jack asked back: "Is this kind of ocean current environment common?"

Little Robert shook his head: "It's rare, very rare. The sea is not as cloudy and cloudy as the sky. All ocean currents have their own destinations. It's impossible to say that a current suddenly changed direction in a certain year, hell."

The voice has not yet fallen——

— Splashes from the viewing window.

The entire Iron Warrior was squeezed and deformed by the sudden turbulent water flow, and the keel frame shook accordingly, screaming and screaming.

The craftsmen and soldiers on the deck who were still racing against time suffered pain in their buttocks.

When they climbed up, they grabbed the ropes of the fence, stretched their bodies and stretched their necks to look out, and then there was a dead silence, and the faces of these soldiers were illuminated by a strange and soft light.

In the dark storm, there were three more ships around the Iron Warrior——

——To be specific, it suddenly appeared out of thin air!

A question came over the radio at the comms station, a stern question to Jim Downing.

When the staff officer's sanity was almost in a state of madness, his voice was trembling but he wanted to forcefully maintain a rational question.

"What are those ships?"

Looking out of the round hole observation window, Jim could only see two warships about 80 meters away.

"It is HMS Royal Oak, sunk by German U-47 in Scapa Flow, October 14, 1939."

"And the Hood, which was sunk by the German Beamus on May 24, 1941."

Jim Laozi galloped in the cabin.

He was going to run to the porthole on the other side to see the last warship.

"And the battleship Baham, sunk by submarine U-331 in the Mediterranean."

Staff: "You mean these are ghost ships?"

"Fuck you! These are Heroic Spirit Ships!" Father Jim hadn't finished cursing when he saw a dark shadow appearing in the waters less than 50 meters away from the Iron Warrior.

The huge rusty ship broke through the waves——

——The three of them finally saw clearly how these ships appeared on the sea.

The turret covered with coral, the command building and the bridge are all covered with green burrs.

If you look closely with a telescope, there are still fish jumping around in the satellite dish on this ship.

As the steel and ocean currents slapped a water column tens of meters high, it has not yet stopped, and small eddies can still be seen in the underwater cavity. After these eddies completely dissipate——

——Jim Laozi switched the walkie-talkie to the public channel, and asked the staff to transmit the communication signal to the new generation of young boys on the frigate.

"The last ghost ship shown on your radar—is the George V class, the battleship Prince of Wales. My squad once served on this ship. I visited the United States with Churchill and signed the Atlantic Charter."

"On December 10, 1941, it became the heritage of Malaysia's seabed, and today, it has traveled thousands of miles back here."

"Now! Who is the Royal Navy?"

"Boys! The sky! It's going to clear up!"

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