PS: Well...... The battleship battle will be put to tomorrow, and the high school students who are boarding at home have not achieved satisfactory results in the college entrance examination, and they have been in the mood to write it down for a long time, and it will be updated normally tomorrow. As for today's meme...... The Zeons should be able to see it......

The Vostok is a first-class battleship of the Bayarn class.

Charlemagne's greatest naval architect in the history of naval development, Jacques-Noel Clemenceau, was praised even by the Albion Navy, which boasted the royal fleet in the sky and sea, when this new warship was unveiled.

"These 232-foot (about 70 meters) four-masted battleships are clean and easy to handle, and their handling performance is comparable to that of petite and nimble cruisers. Racks and trebuchets are set up in the front and rear of the ship, and the fate of the approaching ship being smashed by boulders can be imagined. The large interior space can accommodate a large number of elite marines or griffin cavalry, and can quickly organize an assault force in the event of a broadside battle. ”

After praising Charlemagne's, Albionge turned around and copied those designs to his own battleship, not listening to the reasonable demands of Clemenceau's engineers [no copycats, everyone is responsible].

In any case, the Vostok is a successful design, and the sheer capacity and ability to sail quickly with full sails make this battleship an indispensable auxiliary and fast-moving vehicle for this rapid assault mission, even if it encounters a V.E company dog jumping over the wall and triggering a floating ship to intercept it, it is enough to quickly break away.

After the communication was cut off, after seeing the tragic situation of the ground troops, the Vostok immediately prepared to rush into the battlefield to rescue her colleagues who were being slaughtered according to the backup plan.

The huge warship slowly turned around, and the crystallization of the human shipbuilding industry moved its 3,500-ton body to prepare for the boiling battlefield.

The crew of the Vostok was so anxious that they didn't notice that the starry sky 7,000 meters away shook.

"The enemy ship is moving! Heading 010!"

The herald recited aloud the announcements from the lookout post and the radar room, and the woman in military uniform, standing next to the helmsman, stopped playing with her fan.

"The fire is already burning, and you are hurrying to put out the fire with a fire extinguisher, like words?"

The bridge was full of elves dressed in royal blue double-breasted air force uniforms, the captain's seat was exaggerated with white tiger fur, and the girl sitting on it was wearing an army navy blue coat with an armband of the General Staff, and a smile that matched the feline beast appeared on her face.

"Is that our prey? Looks good. ”

"That's their best and strongest warship, Your Excellency. ”

Captain Sima Rebil, the head of the Derfflinger-class Panzershiffe of the Alfheim Defense Air Force, nodded respectfully and cast a pitiful glance at the moving light spot outside the porthole.

"But compared to our elite warships, it's just a piece of garbage that doesn't really matter. ”

"Well, then, I'll wait to meet your wrist, Captain. ”

"Thank you for your favor, please enjoy it. ”

Colonel Sima restrained his smile and shouted to his subordinates:

The two turrets of the bow Bruno and Caesar are aimed at the enemy ship, ready for test firing!"

Under the red battle lights, the crew on the bridge issued orders one after another, and after a slight tremor, the 186-meter-long and 52-meter-wide double-fuselage ironclad artillery battleship slowly sailed away from the anchorage, and the Vostok was still unaware of its main gun range, and slowly squirmed towards the battlefield on the ground in a hurry--it was in a headwind position that made it move extremely slowly.

It is not surprising that no matter how wide the eyes of the lookout of the Vostok are, it is impossible to see the D-Everlinger hiding behind the all-round phantom of the phantom spell [Phantom City], and after the phantom wall that bends the light and casts the scenery behind it, the two electric drive bases slowly rotate, and the twin-mounted 280mm caliber main gun adjusts the pitch angle.

Sima raised her folded fan high and swung it vigorously at the Vostok.

Needless to say, Major Schneider, the long-accustomed commander of the first gunnery, roared:

"Fire!!" (To be continued.) )