"Report to the captain!"

　　 "A U.S. warship was found fifteen kilometers away, bearing southwest west, relative speed 3.5, stable course, and six escorts!"

　　 "Compare the flagship logo, the Stars and Stripes, the Pansy merchant flag, guarded by Saint George, the bow is like a Valkyrie with a spear, and the entire ship is armored. It is judged to be the Valkyrie Valkyrie belonging to the Drake Chamber of Commerce!"

　　 "Identify the escort, confirm that the Long Island Fleet belongs to Philadelphia, Lexington, and Wisconsin, the Baltimore Fleet belongs to the Kenway and Adams, and the Boston Fleet belongs to the Mountain City, all standard 1750 French destroyers, diamond escorts."

　　 "Whether to issue combat preparations, please show me the captain!"

　　 On the Neptune, the former captain of Bermuda and now the captain of the Royal Navy Neptune’s lieutenant colonel, Amani, listened to the report of the chief mate.

　　 "Order the alert level to be upgraded to level 3." He said, "A lookout and tracking are arranged for each U.S. ship, reporting every ten minutes, and that Valkyrie is no exception."

　　 He sorted out the tassels on his body: "Warning our officers, the Drake Chamber of Commerce is not a idiot like the Americans. They are all up to the spirit, and they must use a peaceful posture to sink them."

　　 "Yes!" The first officer stood at attention and hammered his chest.

　　 "I'm going to see the general now. During the reporting period, you will control the deck and I will be responsible."

　　 "Understand, Captain!"

　　 The first officer walked with anger, looking at his sturdy back, Lieutenant Colonel Amani pulled his shirt unconfidently.

　　 "It is too difficult to dress up as a reliable person, too difficult... General, can't I always be your adjutant? The captain of a first-class ship is too difficult..."

　　 I can’t say what I say in my heart.

　　Nipton’s crew are already familiar with their young airborne captain’s strange hobby of drinking northwest wind. They must have a meal every time they have a mission, and sometimes they will drink several meals.

It's like some captains like prostitutes, and some captains like prostitutes. Essentially, they are healthy living habits specially cultivated to allow themselves to focus on missions. They are the privilege of high-level generals and do not allow others to chew their tongues. .

　　 Of course, as long as the young captain has been as rigorous and reliable as he is now, no one will chew his tongue.

　　 The reliable Amani climbed up to the stern tower with his head high, climbed to the third floor with the most imperial navy steps, and knocked out three especially just bang bang bangs.

　　 "Report! HMS Neptune Captain Tiara Amani, please!"

"Enter."

　　 "Yes! Excuse me for rectifying your military appearance!"

　　 After a while, the incorrigible Lieutenant Colonel Amani finally straightened the three-cornered hat on his head and opened the doorknob.

　　 "Admiral! Thira Amani is here!"

　　 Shaq’s office is always that simple, orderly and boring look. Every square and every inch are nurtured, and every moment is rigorous.

　　The rigid imprint of England is in all places where people can see it, and the dazzling light shines, even if you pay more attention to the inner person, you can't see through the layers of light barriers.

　　 Amani's resolute eyes melted into pitiful moments as soon as he stepped into the cabin. Although his figure remained motionless, he no longer had the slightest bit of a perfect soldier's temperament.

　　 "General, Lieutenant Colonel Raymond is so good, I can feel the whole ship wondering why he is still the first officer."

　　 "Because he is not a direct line." Shaq pointed out the crux of the problem bluntly, "The Royal Navy has never lacked excellent colonels. They are the best whetstones, and they are good at honing a worthless relationship into a qualified general."

　　 "There is no good..." Amani cried a face, "General, I have no ambition..."

　　 "You better have."

　　 "But it really didn't...My father is a rich and peaceful little knight. Last year I wore a major military uniform to visit relatives and scared him to death..."

　　 "Then let him adapt." Shaq didn't look up, "Do you know why I didn't choose the Neptune as the new flagship?"

　　 "Uh...because you trust me and believe that I can make Neptune follow his orders?"

　　 "No, because I like it. This is the right of the admiral."

　　 Draw a long straight line on the chart, Shaq raised his head and pointed to the sofa in front of him.

　　 Amani quickly sat up with her legs closed, sitting only on a quarter of her ass, to ensure that the dovetail had enough space to stretch.

　　 "I hope you have a good reason to interrupt my drawing, and not just use my cabin as a refuge, Lieutenant Colonel Amani."

　　 "Reason..." Amani lost her memory tremblingly, "That..."

　　 Shaq frowned, squeezed out three deep Sichuan characters, and rushed towards Amani's eyes like a sharp claw.

　　 Amnesia was cured in one fell swoop!

　　 "Reason! General, your brother... No, Mr. Drake of the Drake Chamber of Commerce is here, and the mainmast of Valkyrie is flying the Stars and Stripes!"

"So he still accepted George Washington's employment." Shaq didn't see the joy or anger on his face. "Sure enough, the humble businessman can't live without the humble social circle, Emmons, you guessed it again. "

　　 A hand stretched out in the darkest part of the cabin, Shaq stood up, took out a gold pound from his pocket and put it on.

　　 Emmons blew the gold pound happily, listening to the sound of the gold coins, and sighed contentedly: "Shenghui, my beloved general."

　　 "Take the gold pound away and tell me why I am so sure that Lorraine wants to sell this favor."

　　 "Because the subordinates discovered that President Drake seemed to trust the potential of the hillbillies."

　　 Emmons smiled and took the gambling money into his arms and patted his pockets.

"He spared no effort to manage the connections and friendships with the hillbilly. In his personal relationship, Alexander Hamilton is a close friend second only to Horatio Nelson. Although there are factors of affinity, a noble character like him, this There is no need to condescend."

"He took the initiative to maintain contact with Hamilton. It is well known in the United States that Hamilton is backed by the financial resources of the Drake Chamber of Commerce. If Hamilton can take advantage of this step, I can only guess that President Drake believes that the hillbilly can give him more I believe that the hillbillies will have a more prosperous future."

"The Confederate lawmakers who were close to us told me that Hamilton was trying to promote Valkyrie to become George Washington's North Cruiser, but the conditions put forward by Mr. President were too harsh, and the hillbillies also have dignity. This matter was rejected in February. NS."

　　 "You see, the hillbilly dared to veto the terms of the nobleman. This arrogance must not be tolerated. Even if it is for the dignity of the nobleman, we also need to make the lower class beg for mercy."

"Mr. President's decision is just an unexpected joy in this punishment. Now I am convinced that his reason for protecting the hillbillies is not only pleasing to the eye~lightnovelpub.net~ Shake nodded slightly: "The analysis is very good. Brilliant, Emmons, but not enough. "

　　 "Not enough?"

　　 "My brother is stupid, but he has been praised by his majesty after all. He needs to put himself in a clearer position and see the difference between noble and humble."

　　 "Today is a good opportunity, I am going to teach him this." Shaq closed his eyes coldly, "Lieutenant Colonel Amani, where does Valkyrie come from?"

　　 "Report, 15 kilometers from southwest to west."

　　 "Order to go down, fully open the artillery door, enter 10 kilometers to full on both sides, 5 kilometers to full again, 1 kilometers to full for the third time."

　　 "George Washington is an internationally recognized leader of a country. This is a formal diplomatic occasion. The three-gun salute is worthy of his identity, and then... just open the gun to allow them to take the ship."

　　 Lieutenant Colonel Amani blinked embarrassedly: "General, if you need a salute, you only need the top cannon. Is it a bit full..."

　　 "You seem to admire Lieutenant Colonel Raymond, right?"

　　('°Δ°`)!

　　 "Each of you was in charge of one side when you fired the salute, and told him that I had a good impression of him."

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