Five Hundred and Seven Cults

"Ten degrees to the right rudder, cut in!" "Brünhildr cut in! The route is blocked, warning! Avoid!"

"Side-cutting the board!!!" "Crossing the board!"

"Port side, shoot!" "Drive away, shoot!"

This array.

No one expected that a simple confrontation drill within the fleet directly under the Drake General Chamber of Commerce would really play out the courage of a fight to the death as the name suggests.

The first formation and the secret service formation were completely insane.

Those fragments deeply embedded in the hull, those dazzling colorful paints, those scattered and twisted armor pieces, as well as the dismantled cables, rolled up sails, closed gun ports, and shouting sailors, all of them are obvious. This shows that even if they use non-lethal shells, they still cannot shake their determination to send their opponents to the bottom of the sea.

The first formation turned around quickly after handing over, and restarted the battle at a critical period when the lady lost her foremast sail group and her speed and flexibility were greatly affected.

Brunhilde took the lead, and cut into the space between the Future and the Lady, and pushed the Future away under artillery fire, so that the Future could no longer take into account the defense of the flagship.

The Gray was not to be outdone, and its momentum was stronger than the former, and its murderous look once made the new codename think that he was about to encounter a ship while advancing at a medium speed.

It wasn't until Freemany subconsciously issued the order to evacuate and heard the laughter on board the Gray that the "core member of the sea operation" realized it later.

"We've been tricked..." He gritted his teeth.

The first officer beside him looked at him cautiously: "Captain, the Noble Lady is alone."

"Return to the defensive position immediately, the lady is very fragile now, if..."

"The Gray is approaching!" Freemany was interrupted by the sailor's roar, "70 meters off the side! The port side was bombed!"

"Right full dodge!"

Boom boom boom!

"Port side, fight back!" Freemani gave the order to shell fiercely, "Tch! It's just a change of admiral, the group of people in the first formation...are they crazy?"

On the left wing, the Future was squeezed away by Brunhilde, on the right wing, Gray made it difficult for the new generation to get close, and behind the lady was forced out of a wide sea area with a span of more than 400 meters. The Mystra broke in and took a bite. Bite the tail of the Grande Dame.

On the Mystra, the sailors gathered in front of their admiral and captain Favna as they did before the battle.

Favna turned her back to them,

Holding the big chart, the small body shrank into a ball.

Annie regained her indomitable and strong woman temperament.

"Admiral, please speak!"

Snapped!

Everyone stood upright, making Favna tremble violently.

"That...it's urgent..." Her voice was like a mosquito.

"We're running out of time!" Annie said furiously.

"The Lady...Vice President Artis...We have to inflict damage on her before she recovers..."

"The Lady is very powerful, stronger than the entire First Formation! Vice President Artis is also an excellent admiral. As the president's direct disciple, we don't need to doubt his ability!"

Annie continued to perform super-translations like parsing ancient texts.

"But now there is a chance of victory in front of us! In the handover just now, we destroyed the bowsprit of the Lady. According to the information provided to us by the referee, they probably need to fully construct the front The mast is fully loaded. In fact, the foremast of the Noble Lady has indeed entered the state of slack!"

"Her speed and agility hit rock bottom before the sail is built. We must seize the opportunity to inflict as much damage as possible on her!"

"The target is the rudder..."

Favna mustered up the courage to turn around, and timidly raised her head. A dozen or so eager eyes focused on her all of a sudden, causing her to shrink back behind the chart in a fright, and a fluttering sound came from behind the big board.

"Make good use of... make good use of the bow gun, bite... pay attention to the angle of fire..."

"Make good use of our bow gun!" Annie gritted her teeth with hatred for these rough old men, and even her voice was murderous, "Bite that lady from the front and back, bite her ass, and don't get into her broadside! Angle of fire!"

"Order! The stalking battle begins! Separate the sprig and foremast cables in an orderly manner, gather the gun shield and the bow! Target the center of the enemy's poop, fully reload the bow gun, and shoot rapidly! Do you understand!"

"yes!"

"Admiral, please close the order!"

Snapped!

Favna was startled again by the sound of knocking on the heels.

She hid behind the writing board and looked at Anne plaintively for help. Annie showed her a sunny smile and silently encouraged her to let the crew members bravely face her.

I really think too much...

Favna didn't raise her head, didn't straighten her back, and didn't even raise her knees any more than before.

"Everyone... Shrapnel... Be careful..."

"Stray bullets can't be avoided!" Annie fully understood the meaning of her friend, "If it's a man, stick out your chest and kill the lady in front! Who dares to shrink his neck, a hundred whips, and the main mast for 24 hours!"

Favna is going crazy!

The courage that came from nowhere propped her up, blushing and anxiously looking at everyone: "No, no..."

"Follow the admiral's order!"

Everyone yelled loudly, and even Chenori, an old man who lacked trust in Favna, was caught in the frenzy in the air.

"Fight for the goddess, die without regret!"

"Run! Run, everyone!"

"Five degrees to right rudder! Bite the front tail tightly!"

"Pull up all the gun shields, without leaving a single side!"

"Separate the cable! Don't affect the navigation, and be prepared for the bow mast to be destroyed!"

"Distance 70, bow gun, release!"

Favna stared blankly at this sudden event, her hands and feet were soft, and she just wanted to sit down and cry.

"Annie... you... I... don't care about you!"

...

"Two plans are two deals for you. Which do you want to see first? A or B?"

In the box on the spectator stand, Lorraine and Hamilton changed into a standard seat for business negotiations.

There was a table between the two of them, and on the table were two planning documents with blank covers.

Lorraine clutched her chin and thought for a while: "Is there any hint? Or, are these two deals related?"

"The biggest connection..." Hamilton smiled, "Both Party A are in the United States, and you may not be the only Party B, but you are definitely the first Party B in the world to see the project."

"In other words, it doesn't matter which one you choose." Lorraine didn't show any gratitude, and ordered the thicker book, "The problem is, I don't have time to read it sentence by sentence right now."

"That's not a problem." Hamilton stretched out his hand and pushed the book that Lorraine had selected forward half an inch. "If you are willing to trust me, I can give you a brief explanation of the content of the project."

"How can I trust you on issues related to the United States..."

A black air rose on Hamilton's face: "Then what do you say?"

"I care about me, you care about what you say."

Lorraine opened the plan, and her slender fingers lightly slid across the title on the top of the first page, [Revolving Door Project: First Bank of America Preparatory Proposal].

"It's actually the National Bank... To be honest, this business is much bigger than I thought..."