Building madman

The Eastern Mediterranean Sea.

Oh oh...

Six old-fashioned high-power steam turbines are running at full capacity, and puffs of thick gray smoke are emitted from the three-meter-diameter chimney, pushing the two-hundred-meter-long steel behemoth forward through the waves.

Different from the silver-white hull paintings popular on the current home planet, these iron bumps covered with large-caliber battle guns are dark, non-reflective, or dazzling, revealing a horrifying, depressing and depressing atmosphere everywhere. , It makes the scalp numb, like a dead spirit crawling out of the abyss.

Especially the rows of North American soldiers on both sides of the steel behemoth dressed in World War II North American military uniforms, with their heads upright, embrace Thomson and M3 sudden North American soldiers...

If it didn’t happen in reality, it would be a movie...

"Oh, God, what happened to me?!"

In a fishing boat nearby, the fat captain ignored the leaking liquid in his trouser legs and desperately adjusted the steering wheel, trying to avoid the sea ahead...

However, the opponent is fast, whizzing past at a speed of nearly forty knots...

(World War II battleships are faster than they are now, and they need to grab positions and evade torpedoes, but now they are all guided weapons, fighting anti-missile systems)

In the rear, countless cruisers and frigates rushed to the west following the steel monster...

The fat captain saw an assault boat rushing, and desperately dialed the satellite phone, "Honey, I may not be able to go back..."

At this moment, a North American major boarded the ship.

"Hey, sir, where is this?"

"Eastern Mediterranean Sea."

"It seems we made no mistake."

The North American colonel smiled at the adjutant behind him, took out an obviously antique pocket watch to check the time, and then spread out the nautical chart that obviously did not belong to this era, and said with a gentle but gentle voice: "How can I get to Normandy?"

"???"

"Sir, we are going to Normandy, where the most critical battle for the home planet is going on, and we are going to save Europe..."

"Oh! Damn it! 43 years? Iowa battleship cluster?!!!"

Captain Fatty seems to be a military fan. He understands the situation. He hugs his head with his hands in despair, but he sees the adjutant carrying the radio switch on the M3 Sudden Insurance and hurriedly called out the marine navigation, "It..."

"What is this?" The North American colonel looked at the display curiously, "It's such a delicate little thing."

"..."

The Fat Captain didn't know how to answer.

"But it doesn't matter, tell me the route, we won't hurt you."

Such a scene not only happened in fishing boats, but also cruise ships and cargo ships wandering around...

But except for Captain Fatty, who was able to dial satellite phones at the very beginning, the electronic equipment of the other witnesses was destroyed by electronic silent tactics...

thus……

"Damn it!!!"

When the North American soldiers left, countless people panicked and screamed...

………………………

The southern coast of Tuji Country.

The two frigates check in daily...

"The report, received the distress signal, is the NT foreign trade fleet that has made big news recently."

"Heh, for the sake of popularity, those people really did not scramble to meet pirates one after another? What a lie! Now they are hitting us again."

"Sir, how do you reply?"

"Let them eat shit, evil capitalist!!!"

"Yes, sir……"

At this moment, in the eastern waters, a long series of black steel beasts like to drive ducks, expelling wooden warships and coming aggressively.

Occasionally, one or two sailing ships were left behind, and they were smashed by soaring flames...

Before the chief of the native chicken country reacted, a harsh whistling sound came from the air...

Rumbling...

The water column soars into the sky...

"460mm 50 times caliber main gun? Damn, why do you still have this stuff now?!" The chief of the Tuji country was not stupid, and instantly judged the enemy's firepower.

Turning around to give orders, he found that the adjutant's nose and mouth were bleeding from the high-explosive bomb, and he couldn't hear himself.

The 460mm shell, nearly 300 meters from the explosion point, could still suffer such a heavy blow...

Horrible!

The chief chicken touched his ears, his fingers stained with blood.

Unfortunately, we do not have protective earmuffs.

"Turn on the radar protection, contact the headquarters, and withdraw into the inner sea!"

"Report, the target could not be found!"

"what?"

The radar soldier watched the captain pull his ears, and quickly pulled him to the radar screen.

With reference to the surveillance picture and the light aiming lens, the radar did not show the black steel torrent at the rear of the NT fleet.

"Damn it, stealth battleship cluster? Which lunatic made this..."

boom……

During the chase, the fifty iron-clad ships at the forefront of the NT fleet approached the frigate of Tuji Nation.

In the loud noise, the chief of the Tuji country even saw NT employees on the iron armored ship waving at him for help.

next moment.

A long strip plunged into the sea...

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Immediately after.

Have you ever seen a running dog hit by Steyr's heavy truck?

Now it is!

Fifty 30-meter-long iron-clad ships, like a pile of toys for playful children, were suddenly kicked by the furious father...

Immediately, the sea was turbulent, swallowing countless fragments...

The Chief of the Chicken Fleet was scared.

Without aviation, the battlefield is still the king.

No matter how many cruises, the stuffing is thin, one shot at a time...

Within the range of a large-caliber battleship, even if Hang Mu is carrying a stealth bombing chicken, he must kneel down and call his father...

As for modern frigates and destroyers, they cannot be locked (battleship stealth)...

"Quickly evacuate!!!"

The commander of the chicken fleet personally pressed the signal.

However, the NT fleet that escaped desperately was even faster than its own warship.

In less than half an hour, the other party has already thrown away oneself far away...

What's more frightening is that the speed of the battle group is not bad...

In this way, the result is...

The native chicken fleet is caught between the NT fleet and the mysterious fleet...

Not long after, the two battlecruisers, which were smaller but not inferior to the small aviation fleet, outflanked the two frigates of Turkey.

"Turn on radar defense, defensive counterattack!!!"

"For help!"

Whoosh whoosh...

More than a dozen anti-missiles lifted into the air, accurately intercepting shells that are about to fall in midair...

boom……

Fireworks in the sky...

At the same time, several guided eggs lifted into the sky and went straight to the black steel monster...

boom!!!

The advanced armor-piercing projectile bombarded the heavy armor surface of the battleship, leaving a half-meter-diameter broken hole. Unfortunately, it had no effect on the behemoth...

Such an attack immediately attracted the attention of the entire mysterious fleet. Ten battleships completed the array in one minute. Forty 460mm battle guns were quickly aimed, and 160 120mm secondary guns were also swung...

"surrender!!!"

This is so impossible to fight!

Depending on the size and tactics of the opponent, it has ranked second on the home planet...

The commander of the Chicken Fleet was desperate.

Fortunately, the battle cluster did not attack.

Not long.

The battlecruiser approached, and fifty North American soldiers embracing the old-fashioned tutu boarded the ship.

"???"

"Hey, show your identity!"

"We are the native chicken fleet."

"A native chicken? Ally? Oh, sorry, we encountered Hitler's main navy force on our way to Normandy, and we are now pursuing..."

"Hilert?"

The commander of the native chicken fleet looked at the NT fleet that had almost disappeared into the sea in disbelief. He turned his head and looked at the clothes of the North American soldiers. He took a sharp breath and felt his scalp tingling, "Yes, that's Shearer. The main force, we are under containment!"

"Oh, great!"

The North American colonel patted the head of the chicken fleet on the shoulder, "For the peace of the home planet!"

"Yes, peace!"

"After victory, I invite you to drink vodka!"

The North American colonel waved his hand, and the North American soldiers quickly withdrew from the chicken frigate...

"???"

The commander of the local chicken fleet was stunned for a long time, and suddenly smiled sickly, "Heh, heh, they are not targeting us..."