Chapter 432 06.0431: ‘You Are Lati, Then Who Is She? ’

"Open torpedo wells No. 1 and 2!" Horatio stood on the observation platform, holding a dual-channel telescope with a built-in miniature meditator array, and looked at the target in the distance in the void.

The bleak cold wind blowing from the ventilation ducts above ruffled his black hair and the hem of his dark blue colonel's fur coat, just like a real captain standing on a U-boat island during World War II to observe targets.

"Open torpedo wells No. 1 and 2!" Louise, the chief officer of the Operations Department, repeated loudly, conveying Horatio's order.

The instructions were quickly implemented link by link to the aerial torpedo silos.

"Target, enemy cargo ship A, distance 8,700 kilometers, speed 9 void knots, phase ZD, phase angle 80!"

"Spread 3 kilometers, launch!"

As the red handle was pressed, two huge and slender training torpedoes rushed out of the launch silo and flew towards the target in the void. "Turn left! Stop!"

"Open torpedo wells three and four!"

"Target, enemy cargo ship B, distance 7300 kilometers, speed 9 void knots, phase ZD, phase angle 83!

"Spread 3 kilometers! Launch!"

Whoosh!

The two torpedo silos below the ship once again fired two huge training torpedoes.

In a short period of time, four torpedoes rushed towards two different targets.

"Quick reload!" The reloading command followed immediately near the launch silo.

"Quick reload!" When the order was given to the torpedo room, the boatswain shouted at the top of his lungs, and sailors were running around.

"Pull! Hey!" With the help of the hydraulic winch, the bare-chested sailors gritted their teeth and loaded a 100-meter-long torpedo into the No. 1 torpedo silo again.

The whole journey took three minutes. They were sweating profusely and were soaked in engine oil and lubricant. With their disheveled hair, they looked like ghosts at first glance.

Loading was in progress at the front, and in a section of the cabin at the rear, hundreds of people were holding towels and mops, rubbing the parts of the torpedo that had not been coated with synovial fluid by the automatic oiling machine. A thick black liquid like resin tar gradually covered the torpedo. This was Necessary measures to ensure the normal launch and detonation of torpedoes.

At the rear end of the cabin is a torpedo maintenance machine that controls the torpedo to roll forward and sprays lubricating fluid in the process.

The degree of automation on this battleship is already quite high among imperial ships. Even so,

The dense, stuffy cabin was still crowded with sailors.

The standard temperature inside the ship is maintained at about 26 degrees, the wind change rate is one gear, and the turbine speed is slow.

This is an option to keep the ventilation equipment quiet, but it can also lead to large temperature differences in different parts of the battleship.

The hottest part of the cabin below is close to 36 degrees, while the observation tower near the top of the command bridge is only less than 10 degrees.

Below you are shirtless, roll up your sleeves and work harder.

The officer responsible for the lookout duty above must be wrapped in a navy blue dark leather windbreaker and breathe white air to perform the lookout duty.

They will only feel better when they are close to the star's light and heat.

Horatio held the stopwatch and silently wrote down the times in his mind.

30 seconds later.

"Torpedo No. 1 and No. 2 hit!" shouted Archie Cuthbert Collingwood, who was in charge of the lookout.

Another 65 seconds passed.

"Torpedo No. 3 and No. 4 hit!"

"Okay! All bullets hit!"

Horatio clapped his hands excitedly.

"All four torpedo silos have been loaded, and the total time for alternation is 11 minutes! An average of three and a half minutes per torpedo tube!"

"Training is over, all bombs hit, good job, crew, extra food tonight, half a glass of Grogg for each person!"

Horatio grabbed the caller directly, and his voice echoed throughout the sound array throughout the boat.

"Yeah!!" the crew members, covered in sweat, grease and engine oil, cheered.

On the bridge.

"Please come over to the mechanical priest in charge of the Epic. Speaking of which, I haven't met him yet. We will work together for a long time in the future."

As soon as Horatio finished speaking, a gentle and magnetic female voice came from behind him.

"I'm right here, Captain."

Horatio turned around and saw a group of Vossian technical priests coming behind him, the leader of which was a female priest, a female priest who was not unfamiliar to him.

"Lati?!"

Horatio cried out, looking at the priestess in front of him who was wearing the iconic red and yellow holy robes of the Vosites and whose figure was as plump as ever, he was so shocked that his chin almost turned white.

"Captain, my name is Lati-EB2A1. I am a craftsman based in Voss in the Gothic Forge World. I am also a geneticist. In the days to come, I will serve as the chief engineering and technical priest of the Epic. Please Don’t confuse me with other individuals.”

Horatio felt a little confused when comparing the Latie in front of him with the Latie in his impression.

"Wait a minute, then this - Lati-EB2A1, what is your relationship with Lati-EB2A2? If I remember correctly, there is a mechanical priest wearing a Martian robe who is almost exactly the same as you, except that her last code name is It’s A2.”

"I have never heard of it. I have no social relationship with the individual you mentioned, Captain.

Maybe we were cultivated using the same version of the standard modulation gene module. Although it is rare, this situation does not exist. As a layperson, you will inevitably get confused. "

The priestess showed that familiar smile: "So, our first meeting, Your Excellency, Captain."

Horatio quickly adjusted and with an apologetic smile, told the technical priest next to him that as the captain, he wanted to have a private chat with the priestess and needed some space.

"Hey, Lettie, what are you doing?" he asked in a low voice when no one was around.

He was sure that this was definitely the same person!

She didn't say a word, but walked straight up to Horatio, raised her right hand, and sent a string of source power towards his iron hand.

"Ah! Mr. Horatio, now do you know why I am so calm? Fufufu~"

Lati's voice instantly became ethereal, as if it sounded directly in his mind.

"How did you ------- change from the Iskra sect to the Voss sect? How did you manage to get into the position of Chief Engineering and Technical Priest of the Epic?" He was puzzled by what he witnessed and looked embarrassed. asked.

"Sir, you must respect the privacy and secrets of ladies. People who insist on exploring ladies' secrets are not gentlemen.

You won't be welcomed by ladies either. "

She raised a finger and tapped his lips. The mature and beautiful face was so close that it even made the fuzz on his face itch.

[Yes, this Lati is Pilati, but how did she manage to have two layers of vest? How strange! ]

At this time, Farida, who was conducting daily inspections on the battleship, passed by the door. She glanced at the bridge as usual, then turned back and shuddered.

[? ? ? ? Isn't that——Tech Priest Ratti? What is she doing? Did you have a conflict with the captain? ! ]

The female military supervisor frowned in confusion and walked towards Horatio. She didn't understand the difference between the Adeptus Mechanicus and didn't find anything strange. She didn't understand what the different colors of the robes meant.

"Ah! It seems that your breeding partner No. 001 is dissatisfied with you and me being too close. So,

Sir, please give the ladies some privacy at this time. "

Horatio looked at her and raised half of his delicate brows. He could no longer see through this mysterious technical priest more and more.

[No, I must check her again in the future. She is definitely not as simple as she seems. But before applying for the use of sector-level military intelligence resources, why couldn't she really find out where she came from? ]

"Captain, have you encountered any problems? I saw your expression when you were talking to this technical priest, it was very strange."

Military Supervisor Farida asked with a kind-hearted look, and then looked at Lati with vigilant eyes.

"Ah! Long time no see, daughter of the Hood family." The priestess turned around and said with a smile.

"Hello, Father Ratty, I hope you have not had any conflict with the captain."

She stood on Horatio's side, raised her slender fingers, raised her hand a little higher, and reminded with a warning: "As the Epic's military supervisor, I have the responsibility to maintain the authority of the captain and the safety of the battleship."

"Of course, I'm very relieved to see you doing your job so well."

"Yes, Commander Hood, Father Ratty and I are just catching up on old times. There is no problem. Don't worry."

The blond female military supervisor glanced at the two men again, nodded after confirming that nothing was wrong, and said in a reassuring and confident tone: "If you have any problems, please tell me, Captain, and I will make the problems you face easier." Another question."

Horatio saluted her in farewell, and she returned the salute and returned to her guard area.

"Next, we will go to the Far Eastern territory of the empire. Although you have a lot of things that make me confused, but now that the matter is over, I hope we can each fulfill our responsibilities, madam."

"As you wish, Captain." She maintained a dignified and gentle smile, held up the skirt of the holy robe with her prosthetic limb, and made a lady's salute. Her slender hands made a gear salute unique to the Adeptus Mechanicus. .

"Please don't forget, my name is Letty-EB2A1." She hinted Horatio not to call her by the wrong name in public to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Of course, Father Letty." Horatio snorted and made a polite gesture as a gentleman.

Suddenly, he saw behind Lati, among the engineering crew who were stabilizing the hanging Sky Eagle sculpture, a bald-headed little old man, looking at him with a smile.

When the old man saw the captain looking at him, he quickly waved his hand and said hello in a slightly vulgar and reserved manner.

Horatio was no stranger to this man. When he was still running a labor gang, this man known as "Old Man Joe" was the repairman in the gang, and he had the ability to turn waste into treasure.

However, this little old man has no loyalty at all. As long as he can afford the price, he will do any job.

Ever since, after the Labor Gang was on the verge of bankruptcy due to Corcoran's arrest, he did not hesitate and ran away to serve other gangs.

However, this little old man never hurt anyone with a gun, so he sold his magical skills like a green-skinned giant just to make ends meet and earn some Goth coins.

In addition, he never offends people easily, so no one is willing to touch him, so he survived the fierce gang war.

He has been working hard in the port area all his life. He only accepts various odd jobs and does not accept any long-term employment. He gets a fixed price for everyone and works on a case-by-case basis. Even the big changes in Abyss Port last year did not affect his ability to pick up the craft. live.

It is said that he did this for his family.

He had an unlucky young son who was arrested by the Chaodu bailiff for breaking the law and required a lot of bail.

But now the Nest City Marshals are gone, and I don’t know what’s going on at this old man’s home.

“Old Joe, why did you get on the warship? Oh, and you became a warrant officer? I remember you weren’t such a dedicated person.”

With the order to disband, there were not many people left on the bridge. Facing an old acquaintance, Horatio did not act like a captain according to military regulations, but instead said in a teasing tone.

“Hey, the navy is recruiting people, and I saw that the price was quite high, so I signed up to try. I didn’t expect that I actually passed the assessment. You know my skills.” The wretched old man rubbed his dirty hands covered with motor oil, not caring about the irony implied in the conversation, and laughed.

"Have you ever thought about why the Navy's attack ships offer a higher price to the damage control team? There is no such thing as a free lunch.

I remember that the recruitment regulations state that the requirements for the warrant officers of the damage control team include 'going through fire and water, and daring to sacrifice.

Do you know what the damage control team means?"

Horatio frowned, looking at the little old man in front of him, looking up and down at the military uniform taken out of the warehouse, which had obvious creases and smelled moldy.

The old man put it on without washing it, which looked neither fit nor decent. Rather than being a warrant officer, he looked more like a cabin laborer.

It would damage the prestige of the Imperial Navy if he was pulled out.

"I---""-Hiss, I can really go if I have something to do." The little old man scratched his scalp with short hair, as if he wanted to try his best to straighten his skinny chest to prove his determination.

"You won't bring your eldest son and youngest son on my warship, will you?"

"Well·

"Captain, did he do anything? "The Damage Control Team's immediate superior, the Chief of Engineering Officer Leidos, saw the captain interviewing a newly promoted warrant officer and stepped forward to ask.

"Leidos, let me see the list of the Damage Control Team." Horatio frowned, his eyes still fixed on the slumped old man in front of him, and he extended his right hand to Leidos.

"Yes, Captain." Leidos, who had replaced both his hands with metal prosthetics, didn't understand, but still saluted Horatio with a metallic military salute, and then handed him the list tucked under his armpit.