Marvel's princess becomes king

More than a dozen veterans walked slowly from the watchtower, deck and ship's side. Some of them were fat, some were thin. It could be seen that none of them were in very good health.

Compared with the old CIA Brian who was busy rescuing his daughter, rescuing his wife, rescuing trucks, and rescuing planes every day, their mental outlook was much worse, but at this time, more than ten people still walked out with their heads held high.

Some of them are veterans who participated in World War II and are over 91 years old. Some of them participated in the Persian Gulf War and retired together with the warships.

A fat old man with a mustache walked up to Natasha in an imposing manner: "Madam, I have received an order from the Ministry of Defense. We will assist you in activating the USS Missouri battleship. Please give the order."

Natasha took a deep breath. She not only looked at these veterans, but also glanced at the old agent Brian and his old CIA buddies.

Then he looked back at Jin, Sergeant Broken Leg, and the technical geek. The average age of the people on this ship was already over sixty.

"Gentlemen, you have only one mission, activate the battleship, and join me in blowing that damn ground base station into rubble! Mr. Bryan, you and these veterans are going to light the boilers. I remember the Missouri has eight boilers, right? Point seven, Jin, you go to the observation room, Sergeant Mick, I will hand over the gun to you, Mr. Captain, please teach me how to operate this big guy."

Natasha didn't talk nonsense at all. With the order from the Ministry of Defense, she didn't need to be polite when giving orders, and she had no time to be polite at this time.

It’s true that she has never flown a battleship, and it’s true that the operation manual is six volumes as thick as a dictionary, but she knows some simple instructions. There are special courses for agent training. Now, as the original captain, the fat old man explained them one by one. , she quickly had a basic understanding of the ship under her feet.

"Don't run away. How many ground base stations have you built?" She grabbed the technical house who was about to disembark and asked in a low voice.

Natasha had never paid attention to this damn base station before, but she had been to Oahu several times, and it seemed that there was more than one in her mind.

The technical geek also verified her conjecture.

"Six...six seats."

The six base stations are not built together, but are scattered across the island. If you want to blow up all these base stations, the USS Missouri would have to circle at least half of the island.

Natasha wanted to call Shatter back, but her children were still more important than Hawaii in her heart, so she should work harder on her side.

"Light the boiler and move forward!"

The extremely heavy battleship USS Missouri slowly sailed out of the port. They rounded the southernmost promontory of Oahu, and the first base station was already in sight.

Natasha flipped through the operation manual very quickly and gave precise orders one after another.

"Turn northwest."

"Turret No. is ready."

"Turret No. is ready."

"Starboard ready."

"Leave one boiler unburned and don't slow down after that! Don't slow down!"

"The communication base station on the target Anling Ridge has a high chance of encountering the enemy. Repeat, there is a high chance of encountering the enemy."

This time she really wasn't being clumsy. As soon as the battleship turned around the corner, she saw a leaden-gray aircraft lying quietly on the coast.

The distance between the two parties is getting closer and closer, so close that ordinary people can see the shape of this thing clearly.

It's a bit like an airplane. It has two wings. There is some kind of solar energy absorption device installed on the surface of the aircraft. After entering the atmosphere, this thing keeps flipping the solar panels. The nose of the aircraft is square. Looking in through the gap between the flipped solar panels, There are densely packed weapons and equipment inside, and in the translucent cab, you can still see several Grisians without exoskeleton armor.

"Steady! Steady! Don't panic! These guys' technology is not much better than ours, keep moving forward!"

There was no trace of panic in Natasha's voice. Rather than cheering everyone up, it was more about telling everyone her thoughts.

Not to mention the veterans, after living to this age, they are not afraid of death at all. The old agent and his old buddies are not afraid at all. Following his unlucky father, he is kidnapped every day. Jin is very calm, even with a broken leg. The black sergeant also looked as if he was ready to die. Strictly speaking, the one who panicked was the technical geek.

The Grisian aircraft had been lying on the coast on guard. When they saw the battleship Missouri, they immediately turned around and jumped forward on the sea like a frog. The target was their battleship.

When the distance between the two sides was less than eight nautical miles, it stopped, and several rays began to scan the battleship Missouri.

"Don't worry, aim your naval guns at this guy, but don't fire yet."?

"Sergeant Mick, what do you think of Army soldiers boarding a Navy battleship?" Natasha asked seemingly relaxed.

The black sergeant with a broken leg was squatting on the ground adjusting the firing angle of the naval gun.

At this time, he replied without looking up: "When will the cannon be fired? I just want to blow up the legs of these alien bastards!"

"Quickly...accelerate! Light the last boiler! Sprint with all your strength!" Natasha's voice suddenly became louder: "Sprint to the northwest! Prepare the naval guns!"

The battleship's guns all turned to the right and were aimed at the alien aircraft. This made the Gris people from 20 light years away furious. Did you get the wrong script? Now we are invading you!

The hatches on both sides of the aircraft opened, and countless missiles the size of gas tanks were launched in a curved manner, hitting the Missouri in arcs.

Natasha had never seen this kind of attack before. The earth was exploding all the time, but as an elite agent, she had already made plans for several possible situations.

The Missouri suddenly accelerated towards the northwest corner. The Grysians had calculated their speed and believed that their own missiles could hit the battleship. However, these aliens ignored the influence of water flow and did not expect that the battleship had left a boiler unburned. , and Natasha cut the battleship outward in advance, which caused it to shoot out in a curve, and several missiles the size of gas tanks all fell into the sea grazing the tail of the battleship.

The battleship's speed did not slow down at all, and it quickly rushed to the right side and rear of the aircraft.

The opponent's missiles only have a range of about degrees from the front. After the battleship enters the blind spot, it can only turn around.

This is the opportunity between life and death.

"Fire!" Natasha shouted.

"Fire!" Old agent Brian and his old guys, the old captain and the veterans shouted at the same time.

The voices of "Fire!" were heard in succession, and in the end it was no longer clear who was shouting. Everyone only knew that the 406mm main gun on the battleship Missouri sounded a series of roars.

MK1200 armor-piercing projectiles weighing 8 kilograms were fired out of the muzzle in unison. The distance between the two sides was less than eight nautical miles. This distance was almost impossible to hit. A total of nine armor-piercing projectiles hit the Grysian aircraft! Then came the big bang!

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