Unfortunately, Neptune’s salute failed to hit any American warship.

　　 It is quite normal to analyze purely rationally.

500 meters away, the maximum hit rate of British naval guns is not higher than 1%. The single-sided seven-round artillery can only count as three hundred guns. When the American destroyer needs to bet for life, it is less than or equal to one round. No ship has the courage to try the first Second round.

　　 This result disappointed Lorraine.

　　 He thought that the old iron-clad country would be braver anyway, but judging from the results, the bravery without casting is indeed a matter for the younger generation, and it has nothing to do with the current US Navy.

　　 Valkyrie cut one kilometer into the Neptune, the artillery fire ceased, and the sea calmed down.

　　 Rows of British Marines filed out from the stern compartment with platoon guns, lined up on both sides of the ship's side, looking down at Valkyrie with the sails down.

　　 "I hate the height difference..."

　　 Lorraine took a sip and raised his arm.

　　 "The deck is in place, and catch the cable thrown by the opponent to connect the two ships! Be careful not to disturb the honor guard!"

"Yes!"

　　 After a while, fourteen thick boat cables connected two boats of similar length and different heights together. The Neptune dropped a rope ladder. Hamilton just wanted to command the entourage to pick it up, but Lorraine grabbed him without checking.

　　 Lorraine's power was too great, and this tugging almost pulled Hamilton off the ground. He stood firmly in embarrassment and turned his head without knowing it.

　　 "Lorraine, what are you doing?"

　　 "Do you want Mr. President to climb onto the British warship?"

　　 "Huh? I asked the navy people, don’t ships and ships use rope ladders?"

"You probably have a misunderstanding about the docking..." Lorraine narrowed his mouth. "The essence of docking is from one ship to another, it is a process, not a method. The rope ladder thrown by Neptune is of course a kind of Common methods are not only safe, but also particularly embarrassing for a well-dressed gentleman."

　　 Hamilton froze for a moment: "Shaq Drake... how could he do such a small trick?"

　　 "Shaq should be disdainful of tricks, or even bother to arrange the details of your boarding. I probably know who arranged the rope ladder. If it is his, he will definitely take these details into consideration."

　　 Cold sweat came out of Hamilton's forehead.

In the unfamiliar ocean, the details that could not have been neglected in the past have become inevitable traps. If Lorraine had not taken on the mission of honor, from the moment the Napton salute sounded, the face of the United States should have been Stripped clean...

　　 He took a deep breath: "Lorraine, now..."

　　 "Mr. President is still changing clothes, right?" Lorraine stretched his waist. "There is plenty of time, and a little trick is his own. It's not a problem..."

　　 When Washington finished changing his clothes, he walked out of the cabin. He saw the three boat boards being put together between the two boats, like a gentle slope, with anti-skid bars every fifty to sixty centimeters.

　　The ship board is an essential berthing tool for every ship, but the Valkyrie’s freeboard is high, and the prepared board is also much longer than the height difference between the two ships. Therefore, it is erected to the rear and looks exceptionally gentle.

　　 Seeing the unattended rope ladder beside the ship's board, Washington completed the story on the deck just now at a glance.

　　 He nodded slightly to Lorraine: "Mr. Chairman, America remembers your kindness."

　　 "I have given the United States a lot of kindness, but the memories of politicians are always good and bad, so... Thank you Mr. President."

　　 Facing the naked words of thanks, Washington could not see the slightest embarrassment on his face, and he smiled like a spring breeze.

　　 "Mr. President, don't worry, as long as I don't care about the interests of the country, my memory has always been very good."

　　 "I don't doubt it, Mr. President."

　　 Lorraine saw a figure appearing on the other side of the ship's plank, and in the middle was the Tiara Amani he was familiar with. Judging from the gilded military uniform and complicated sleeve patterns, the captain of the year was now a lieutenant colonel.

　　 Lieutenant Colonel Amani stood on the high side of the ship, stroking his chest and bowing to Washington.

　　 "General Washington, welcome to the HMS Neptune, a first-class battleship of the Royal British Navy. She is one of the greatest sailing warships in the world today. It seems that you are luckier than most people in the world to be able to board her."

"We have different interpretations of luck, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. In my opinion, the boat tied to the pier of Mount Vernon is a good boat that can bring people luck. The Neptune is too big. She will run aground in most parts of the United States."

　　 "However, it is our mission not to let the Neptune run aground. I am the Captain of the Neptune, the Royal Navy Lieutenant Colonel Tiara Amani."

　　 "Captain Amani, I am George Washington, the commander-in-chief of the U.S. Army. I also have a good friendship with your country's famous Major General Cornwallis."

　　 "Famous people? Cornwallis? I have heard of hundreds of Cornwallis, and none of them can be called famous people."

　　 lips, guns, tongues and swords.

　　 This routine innuendo-style exchange of rhetoric brought Lorraine a strange sense of freshness.

　　 Washington’s stranding theory was clearly telling Amani that the United States could not be conquered by a powerful navy alone, and the subsequent famous Major General Cornwallis was obviously referring to the loser Cornwallis in Yorktown.

　　 This is a very delicate combination, confident and reserved, but not enough to make Lorraine feel fresh.

　　 The freshness of Lorraine comes from Amani, and I didn't expect that the honest person who felt like an air bag would have an eloquent side.

and……

　　 No matter how good Amani is at speaking skills, his identity is after all an insignificant lieutenant colonel captain, and the role he plays today will not be more noble than a doorman.

　　 Such a small person actually had to labor Washington to deal with it personally, and during the entire dialogue, including Hamilton, no one of the American elite team came forward.

　　 Inferiority complex? Still nervous?

　　 Lorraine glanced at Hamilton's face. It was green. It seemed that the descriptions of inferiority and nervousness were too simple. Their feelings should be more complicated. Lorraine couldn't help but think of the Portuguese general named Scolari.

　　 Spain used to be the sovereign of Portugal. When Lorraine mentioned Spain in Scola, his expression was similar to the present Hamilton.

　　 "If you miss the sovereign state, you are not a competent son of freedom." Lorraine murmured into Hamilton's ear, and set his posture with a single tap.

　　 Hamilton woke up suddenly~lightnovelpub.net~ Gratefully nodded to Lorraine, and strode out of the entourage.

　　 "Captain Amani, I have been chatting for a long time. I wonder if General Moralek has dressed up his wig?"

　　 "Boom!" Amani tilted her head and snorted, "Your Excellency is waiting for you on the stern deck. If you don't worry about catching it all, you can come."

　　 The permission to board the ship was approved, although in Lorraine’s view, such a diplomatic experience was extremely humiliating.

　　 But the Americans have reasons to meet Shaq. Lorraine knows their fears, so naturally they will not doubt their tolerance.

　　 Under the leadership of Washington, they set foot on the board. There were only seven or eight people in total. They did not carry any escorts. Only one official was left, the admiral of the **** fleet, General Smith.

　　 Watching the crowd disappear into the blind spot of sight, Lorraine glanced at General Smith from the corner of his eye: "Do you need me to call Adams back?"

　　 "Please call all the ships back." He said with a cold face, "If the worst happens, I will launch the first round of counterattack on behalf of the United States."

　　 "Even in the War of Independence, you haven't launched a mortal charge, right?"

　　 "But Mr. President deserves this for us." General Smith said firmly, "and the British need to know that the United States is willing to do this for Mr. President!"

　　

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