Wind force, wind direction, wave height, ocean currents, and the angle and speed of the stern sail of the Dame.

　　 Countless data gathered in Favna’s mind, constantly revising her prediction of the course of the Dame.

　　 When to turn the rudder, how many degrees, when to return to the right, or not to return to the right?

　　In the era of sailing, anticipating the opponent's sailing options is a basic skill that every commander must master.

Since 　　 is a basic skill, it is certainly not too difficult most of the time.

　　 After all, the confrontation speed of sailing warfare is right there. Even if the high speed reaches the most extreme relative speed of 20 knots in close combat, the speed is only 36 kilometers per hour, 600 meters per minute, and 10 meters per second.

　　 This means that a two to three-minute offense and defense often requires ten to twenty minutes of forward swing.

　　 As long as the guess is correct, both sides have a lot of time to make adjustments in their favor during the movement and approach.

　　 But the basic skills also represent a very wide range of applications.

In some special occasions, such as the current Mystral, following and pursuing in a fighting state, maintaining an average offensive frequency of one round per minute and a half, and must not let the opponent pull out the side firing angle, once it fails , The end is likely to be (judging) the battle, and anticipation has become the most difficult technique.

　　 It requires a huge amount of calculations to infer the possible exercise plan of the target through the known items of various details.

　　 Then he needs talent, able to pick out the most probable ones from the plural candidates in an instant.

　　 Then there is self-confidence, like the bomb disposal guy in later movies, daring to cut the one that he thinks is right from the red and blue lines.

　　 In the end, it is luck. Give the way to God, enjoy success, and remedy failure.

　　Favna undoubtedly filled out this test paper perfectly.

　　 A 20-minute follow-up battle, including 4 changes of direction, 13 fake moves, and as much as possible to avoid the lady’s stern shot.

　　 She only guessed incorrectly 3 times, and every time she escaped the trap before it caused bad results, she didn't let the Mistral enter the angle of the lady's side gun door even once.

　　Favna Hanji, perhaps God's favor of the first formation. Everyone on the boat thought so.

　　 Drum sails, breaking the waves, on the bumpy bow, Favna lay behind the three-layer gun shield, and could only stare at the enemy through the only reserved observation port.

　　 "Back to the rudder, Annie."

　　 Annie, who was guarding her side, shook her big arm violently: "Return to the rudder! Control the sail!"

　　 "Five degrees to the right, slowly..."

　　 "Right rudder five degrees, keep it steady!"

　　The swift Mistral fine-tuned the bow, and faintly pulled out an angle with the lady in front.

　　 The angle is not clear yet, the lady leaning to the left just shuddered and cut to the right directly against the turbulence of the wind.

　　 Blinked and smoothed the unseen angles, and unlike the newly adjusted instability of the Lady, the pre-changing Mistra once again ushered in an excellent opportunity in the stable posture of the ship.

　　 "The distance is 50, the relative speed is 0.5 knots, straight ahead!" Annie trembled in excitement, "Favrona, chance!"

　　 "The bow..."

　　 Boom! Boom boom boom boom!

　　 Mystra’s stern cannons fired, and the ladies’ stern cannons blasted at the same time.

The shells from both sides staggered in mid-air. Two of Mistra hit the corner of the opponent’s shield stern. The lady’s interference shot made a beautiful advance, and the flying shells moved slightly with inertia, bang. The sound was in the bow gun bay of Mystra.

　　 The hull quaked, and the people on the ship turned over.

　　Favna held the support of the gun shield: "Go straight! Annie, casualties."

　　 "Um...Ah! Casualties!"

　　 A sailor ran down immediately, and ran back soon.

　　 "The direct hit is on the outer hull of the bow gun compartment." Annie patted her chest and panted. "Fortunately, the arc-shaped gun door of the bow gun has not been opened, only a small amount of paint is measured. It is judged that there are three injuries and the artillery is not damaged!"

　　 "It's okay..." Favna stared at the trajectory of the lady's voyage motionlessly, "Turn five more degrees, or to the right."

"good!"

　　 Annie answered, just about to give her order, suddenly she saw a few strange colorful stains on the nearby deck.

"This is……"

　　 She squatted down in a puzzled manner, and got a spot on the tip of her nose.

　　 There was a distinctive, unclear fragrance or smelly flavor accompanied by a pungent fishy smell that rushed into the nasal cavity, causing Annie to sneeze several times.

　　Favna twisted her head strangely: "Annie, what's the matter?"

　　 "It seems that paint splashed on the deck just now."

　　 "Splash so high?"

　　 "Who knows..." Annie shrugged handsomely and stood up, "Perhaps it was an explosion in midair. If the NS project can succeed, this one shot can kill the chasing soldiers!"

　　 "Yeah...the sea uses a flower bomb..." Favna sighed longingly, and then lay down to watch the lady, "Annie, the angle is opened, turn the rudder..."

　　 "Oh, right now! Right rudder five..."/"Boom!"

　　The gunfire came suddenly, and after a short interval, there were two more shots, bang! Bang!

　　 Annie's shoulder seemed to be hit hard with a heavy hammer, but before she had time to cry out the pain, there was another heavy blow in her chest!

　　 "Gunshots? This is..."

　　The invisible human referee suddenly emerged from the side and waved a small flag: "He was shot in the chest and left shoulder, and he was judged to die directly. No last words are allowed!"

　　 "This is hunting..."

　　 "Don't say last words!"

　　 Dead Annie’s last words were physically interrupted, and the living captain stood up in panic.

　　 at this moment! Bang! Bang!

The tricorne, which symbolizes the captain, flew high, and Favna dumbly touched her buzzing forehead. From the hair of the pine canopy, she felt a puddle of blood as thick as red, radiating warmth, and Exudes a pungent fishy smell.

　　 "It is judged to be in the forehead, Admiral Fafna Hanji, kill!"

　　 "I... shot to death? To kill means... eh!!!"

　　……

　　 At 11:45, as Valkyrie fired another round of cannons in the open sea, Drake's direct fleet's first live-fire confrontation exercise and the Maritime Group's first product promotion meeting came to an end.

　　 The drill lasted 2 hours and 45 minutes, and the winner was the secret service formation, which was a terrible victory.

　　 In front of the viewing platform, the British observer Colonel Collingwood and the French observer Sobert commissioned by Drake replayed the short and intense simulation battle for the audience in the form of a board.

　　 Their explanation subsidy is as high as 200 pounds per person. Their main job is to disclose the performance details of some ships that are difficult for laymen to pay attention to and are vital to placing orders.

　　 At 9:22, the formation of the two sides met. Mystra is broken, the lady is broken, the new generation name is broken.

　　 At 9:37, the three ships of the first formation intercepted the Sunflower. The Sunflower sinks and lowers its flag.

　　 At 9:50, the White Pelicans joined the team and threatened the lady to sail.

　　 At 9:55, there was an organizational error in the first formation of the first formation.

　　The battle was reversed from this moment.

　　 Mystra and Gray fought and broke the new generation name, the new generation name broke, and the flag was lowered. The Dame and the Mirai fought Brunhild at the same time, and Bolshilde was sinking. Even the white pelicans who brazenly stepped forward to support were also implicated and both lowered their flags.

　　 At 10:22, the Secret Service Headless Ostrich broke through the strangulation battle, lowered the flag, and the first formation began to focus on the main formation.

However……

　　 At that time, the fore mast reorganization was completed, and the lady who had survived the greatest crisis with Fremany's great dedication has been slain.

　　 Under the protection of the Mirai, she sank four ships of sea parrot, sea sparrow, oleander, and hydrangea, and three ships of frigate bird, dark champagne, and grey.

　　 At 11:04, the Mirai was judged to be sunk in the action to break Grey, but that was the case, the first formation did not have the power to recover.

　　 At 11:37, Mystra was pierced by the ammunition compartment by the lady. It was judged to sink and the flag was lowered. The remaining Grey-backed Falcon left the battle zone and took the initiative to abandon the battle.

　　 At 11:45, the referee Valkyrie announced that the battle was over, and the White side's special service formation only avoided the ladies and won.

　　 Generally speaking, Lorraine’s attempt to demonstrate Drake's design system in actual combat has achieved unprecedented success.

In this short battle, the speed of the Jiaohua level, the comprehensiveness of the seabird level, the balance of the first generation of Samurai, the power of the second generation of Samurai, and the strength of the Valkyrie level at the ruling level below the patrol level have all been maximized. Performance.

Although there are special orders and land auctions in the evening, many customers are still tempted by the three free maintenance that comes with the on-site order, and have signed a ship purchase contract with the salesperson of the Maritime Group, and sold a total of 32 Jiaohua Class Brigentine, fourteen seabird class Brigs, three ships of a generation of samurai.

　　 Surprisingly, Lorraine ordered two second-generation samurai in the powerful alliance of the Hundred Commercial Association, allowing Lorraine to see the commercial potential of this small main battle gunship with a price much higher than normal destroyers.

　　 The colorful actors dragged their tired bodies back to Hong Kong.

Mystra, whose hull was full of fragments, and the lady whose buttocks were full of broken iron, anchored in the same batch, and the plank was lowered. Favna, who was so wronged, walked down from her seat in Anne’s comfort. Ship, from a distance, saw Catalina in a wheelchair welcoming them.

　　Favruna’s sorrow broke at the moment she saw Katerina~lightnovelpub.net~ She cried out, like a lost deer stumbled into Katerina's arms.

　　.゜゜(′□｀?)°゜. : "Miss Catalina!!! Lost, lost wow!!!"

　　 "Be good, be good..." Catalina gently touched Favna's head, touched the dry paint, and immediately understood the reason for the sudden abnormal command of the first formation during the battle.

　　 She glared at Pierce who had just disembarked, lowered her head and lifted up Farrhona's small head, pressed against the tip of her nose, and stared at her big watery eyes.

　　 "It's just a small failure. Success is nourished by failure."

"But... but..."? (T?T)?, "In order to help me integrate the formation, you didn't even care about your own injuries, and forced to leave the hospital early. In order to reduce my adjustment period, you taught me So many skills to command the fleet..."

　　.·′ˉ`(>▂<)′ˉ`·.: "I am not reconciled...I am not reconciled...Ah!!!"

　　 The cry of the Goddess of Victory echoed in the anchor port of Jackdaw Town, and Pierce slammed his eyes on his ship board, bathed in hundreds of condemned laughing eyes.

　　 "That little girl who seems to be thirteen or fourteen is really Favna Hanji? Really? Really?"

　　 "Freemani! What is your look? I don't even know that my opponent is such a small one!"

　　 "Sanmei can give me a testimony...Hey, Sanmei, don't leave! Hey!!!"