Chapter 825 The Battle of Oahu

More than a dozen veterans walked slowly from the watchtower, deck and side of the ship. Some of them were fat and some were thin. It could be seen that their bodies were not very good.

Compared with the old CIA Brian, who was busy saving his daughter, wife, train, and plane every day, their mental outlook was much worse, but at this time, more than a dozen people came out with their heads held high.

Some of them are veterans who participated in World War II and are in their 80s. Some of them participated in the 1991 Persian Gulf War and retired with the warship.

A fat old man with a mustache walked up to Natasha imposingly: "Ma'am, I received an order from the Ministry of Defense, we will assist you in launching the USS Missouri, please give the order."

Natasha took a deep breath. She not only looked at the veterans, but also glanced at the old agent Brian and his old CIA buddies.

Looking back at Jin, Sergeant Broken Leg, and the Tech House, the average age of the crew must be in their sixties.

"Gentlemen, your task is only one, start the warship, and join me in blowing up that damn ground station to rubble! Mr. Brian, you and these veterans will light the boilers. Missouri, I remember eight boilers, right? Order seven, Jin, you go to the observation room, Sergeant Mick, the naval gun is handed over to you, Mr. Captain, please teach me how to operate this big guy."

Natasha didn't talk nonsense at all. There was an order from the Ministry of Defense. She didn't need to be polite when she commanded, and she didn't have time to be polite at this time.

It is true that she has never driven a battleship, and the operation manual has six books as thick as a dictionary, but she knows some simple instructions. There are special courses for special agent training. Now the fat old man is the original captain. , she quickly gained a basic understanding of the ship under her feet.

"You, don't run, how many ground base stations do you build?" She grabbed the technical house where she was about to disembark and asked in a low voice.

Natasha hadn't paid attention to this damn base station before, but she had been to Oahu several times, and she seemed to have more than one impression.

The tech house also verified her conjecture.

"Six...six seats."

The six base stations were not built together, but scattered all over the island. If you wanted to blow up all these base stations, the USS Missouri had to circle the island for at least half a circle.

Natasha wanted to call Smash back, but in her heart, the child was more important than Hawaii, so she should work harder on her own.

"Light the boiler,

go ahead! "

The USS Missouri, which seemed to be extremely heavy, slowly sailed out of the port. They bypassed the southernmost cape of Oahu, and the first base station was already in sight.

Natasha flipped through the operation manual very quickly, and at the same time gave accurate orders one after another.

"Turn northwest."

"Turret No. 1 ready."

"Prepare the second turret."

"Get ready to starboard."

"Leave a boiler, don't slow down after that! Don't slow down!"

"The communication base station on the target Saddle Ridge has a high chance of encountering the enemy. Repeat it again, and there is a high chance of encountering the enemy."

It wasn't her crow's mouth this time. The battleship had just turned around the cape when she saw a lead-grey aircraft lying quietly on the shore.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, so close that ordinary people can see the shape of this thing clearly.

It's a bit like an airplane, it has two wings, and some kind of solar energy absorption device is installed on the surface of the aircraft. After entering the atmosphere, this thing has been flipping the solar panel. It has dense weapons and equipment inside, and in the translucent cab, you can also see several Gris people who do not wear exoskeleton armor.

"Hold on! Hold on! Don't panic! The technology of these guys is not much better than ours, keep going!"

There was no panic in Natasha's voice. It was not so much to cheer everyone up, but to tell everyone what she thought.

Not to mention the veterans, after living to this age, he is not afraid of death at all. The old agent and his old buddies have no fear at all. They are kidnapped every day by their hapless father. Jin is very calm, even the broken leg. The black sergeant also looked like he was dying. Strictly speaking, the one who panicked was the technical nerd.

The Gris people's aircraft had been lying on the coast to be alert. When they saw the battleship Missouri, they immediately turned around and jumped forward on the sea like a frog. The target was their battleship.

When the two sides were less than eight nautical miles apart, it stopped and several beams began to scan the battleship Missouri.

"Don't worry, aim the gun at this guy, but don't fire it yet."

"Sergeant Mick, what do you think of the army soldiers getting on the navy's battleship?" Natasha asked seemingly easily.

The black sergeant with a broken leg was squatting on the ground to adjust the firing angle of the naval gun.

At this moment, he answered without looking up: "When will the cannon fire? I just want to blow the legs of these alien bastards!"

"Soon...accelerate! Ignite the last boiler! Sprint with full force!" Natasha's voice suddenly became high: "Sprint to the northwest! The naval guns are ready!"

All the muzzles of the battleship turned right to aim at the alien aircraft, which made the Grisians from 20 light-years away furious. Did you get the wrong script? Now we are invading you!

The hatches on both sides of the aircraft were opened, and countless missiles the size of gas tanks were launched in the form of curved shots, drawing one by one arc, hitting the Missouri.

Natasha has never seen such an attack method. The earth is now in a straight line of explosions, but as an elite agent, she has already made plans for several possible situations.

The Missouri suddenly accelerated towards the northwest corner. The Grisians calculated their speed and believed that their missiles could hit the battleship, but these aliens ignored the influence of the water flow, and did not expect that the battleship had been left with a boiler. , and Natasha cut the battleship out ahead of time, which resulted in curved shots, and several missiles the size of gas tanks all wiped the tail of the battleship and fell into the sea.

The battleship's speed did not drop at all, and quickly rushed to the right side of the aircraft.

The opponent's missiles only had a firing range of about 120 degrees in front of them. After the battleship entered the dead spot, it could only follow.

This is the opportunity between life and death.

"Fire!" Natasha yelled.

"Fire!" The old agent Brian and his old buddies, the old captain and the old soldiers shouted at the same time.

"Fire!" The voices were continuous, and in the end, it was impossible to hear who was shouting. Everyone only knew that the 406mm main gun on the battleship Missouri sounded a series of roars.

The MK8 armor-piercing projectiles weighing 1,200 kilograms were shot out of the muzzle in salvo. The distance between the two sides was less than eight nautical miles. This distance was almost impossible to empty. Nine armor-piercing projectiles hit the aircraft of the Gris people! Then came the big bang!

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