Wind force, wind direction, wave height, ocean current, and the angle and speed of the stern sail of the lady in front of you.


    Countless data swirled into fafuna''s brain, constantly revising her prediction of the course of the lady.


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


    In the sailing age, predicting the opponent''s sailing choice is a basic skill that every commander must master.


    Since it''s a basic skill, it won''t be too difficult most of the time.


    After all, the confrontation speed of sail warfare is there. Even if it is high-speed to the most extreme 20 knots relative speed of melee, it is only 36 kilometers per hour, 600 meters per minute and 10 meters per second.


    This means that a two to three minute attack and defense often takes ten to twenty minutes to shake forward.


    As long as you guess correctly, in the process of movement and approach, both sides have a lot of time to make adjustments conducive to their own side.


    But basic skills also represent a wide range of applications.


    In some special times, such as the current Mistra, it follows and pursues in combat, maintains an average attack 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 sink, and prediction has become the most difficult skill.


    It requires massive calculation to infer the possible motion scheme of the target through various details of known items.


    Then you need talent to pick out the most likely ones in a moment.


    Then there is self-confidence, like the bomb destroyer in later films, who dares to cut the one who thinks he is right from the red and blue lines.


    The last is luck. Give the way to God, enjoy success and remedy failure.


    Favna undoubtedly filled out the examination paper perfectly.


    A 20 minute follow-up battle, including 4 Changes of direction and 13 fake movements, including avoiding the stern gun hit back by the lady as much as possible.


    She only guessed wrong three times, and each time she escaped from the trap before the consequences, and did not let the Mistra enter the firing angle of your woman''s side gun door even once.


    Fafuna Hanji, perhaps God''s blessing to the first formation. Everyone on board thought so.


    In the bumpy bow of the ship, fafuna lay behind the full three-layer gun shield and could only stare at the former enemy through the only reserved observation port.


    "Back to the rudder, Annie."


    Annie, who stood beside her, waved her big arm: "turn back the rudder! Control the sail!"


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


    "Right rudder five degrees, keep stable!"


    The fast-moving Mistra slightly adjusted the bow of the ship and vaguely pulled out an angle with the lady in front.


    The included angle is not clear yet. The left leaning lady shivers and cuts directly to the right against the turbulent flow of the wind.


    Different from the newly adjusted instability of the lady, the Mistra, which changed direction in advance, once again ushered in a great opportunity in a stable ship attitude.


    "Distance 50, relative speed 0.5 knots, straight ahead!" Anne''s voice trembled excitedly. "Fafuna, opportunity!"


    "Bow gun..."


    Boom! Boom, boom!


    Mistra''s bow gun was fired, and the lady''s stern gun was fired at the same time.


    The shells of both sides crossed in mid air. One of Mishra''s two hit the corner of the opponent''s shield stern. The lady''s interference shot made a beautiful advance. The flying shells moved slightly with inertia and hit the bow gun cabin of Mishra.


    The hull of the ship shook violently and the people on board turned upside down.


    Favna held the support of the gun baffle: "direct attack! Annie, where are the casualties"


    "Um... Ah! Casualties!"


    Immediately a sailor ran down and came back soon.


    "The direct attack position is on the hull outside the bow gun cabin." Annie patted her chest and gasped, "but fortunately, the arc gun door of the bow gun has not been opened, and only a small amount of paint has been measured in. It is judged that the three injuries are not damaged!"


    "It''s all right..." fafuna stared at the lady''s navigation track motionless, "turn five degrees again, or turn right."


    "Good!"


    Annie answered and was about to give an order when she suddenly saw some strange colored stains on the nearby deck.


    "This is..."


    She squatted down puzzled and picked up a stain to the tip of her nose.


    A distinctive and smelly flavor accompanied by the pungent fishy smell rushed into the nasal cavity, scratching Anne for several sneezes.


    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 her shoulders and stood up. "Maybe it''s a mid air explosion. If the NS project can succeed, such a shot will kill the pursuers!"


    "Yes... The sea flower bomb..." fafuna sighed longingly, and then fell down to monitor the lady, "Annie, the angle opened and turned the rudder..."


    "Oh, right now! Right rudder five..." boom! "


    The gunshot came suddenly. After a short interval, there were two shots in succession. Boom! Boom!


    Annie''s shoulder seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, but she didn''t have time to shout out the pain, and there was another heavy blow on her chest!


    "Gunfire? That''s..."


    The invisible referee suddenly came out of the side and waved the small flag: "shot in the chest and left shoulder, judged to be dead directly. Don''t say your last words!"


    "This is hunting..."


    "No last words!"


    Dead Annie''s last words were interrupted by physics, and the living Captain stood up in panic.


    At this moment! Boom! Boom!


    The triangular hat symbolizing the captain flew high. Favna blankly touched the buzzing forehead and felt a pool of dark red as thick as blood from her loose hair. It was warm and gave off a pungent fishy smell.


    "It''s right in the forehead, favna Hanji Tidu, kill!"


    "I... kill? Kill means... Ah!!!!!"


    ……


    At 11:45, with another round of artillery fired by valkiri in the open sea, the first live ammunition confrontation drill of Drake fleet and the first product promotion meeting of maritime group came to an end.


    The drill lasted 2 hours and 45 minutes, and the winning team was the secret service formation, which won miserably.


    In front of the viewing platform, Colonel Collinwood, a British observer entrusted by Drake, and lieutenant colonel Sobert, a French observer, are resuming the short and fierce simulation battle for the audience in the form of drawing boards.


    Their explanation subsidy is up to 200 pounds per person. Their main work is to disclose the performance details of some ships that are difficult for laymen to pay attention to and crucial to placing orders for the audience who mainly come from the chamber of Commerce in accordance with their conscience.


    At 9:22, the formation of both sides crossed the ship. Mistra middle broken, lady small broken, freshman code name small broken.


    At 9:37, the third ship of the first formation intercepted the xiangyanghua. The sunflower sank and lowered the flag.


    At 9:50, the White Pelican joined the battle group and threatened the ladies to sail.


    At 9:55, the first formation made an organizational mistake, and the freshman code name was killed and intercepted by the broken grey to support the ladies.


    The battle reversed from this moment.


    Mishra and grey attack the freshman code, freshman code, drop the flag. The lady and the future were attacking Brunhild at the same time, and burhild was sinking. Even the White Pelican who had a hard head to support was also involved and both lowered the flag.


    At 10:22, the headless ostrich of the secret service formation broke in the hanging battle and lowered the flag. The first formation began to concentrate on the formation.


    However


    At that time, the lady who completed the reorganization of the foremast and survived the greatest crisis with freemani''s great dedication had gone crazy.


    Under the protection of the staff of the future, she successively sank the four ships of sea parrot, sea sparrow, oleander and Hydrangea, and the three ships of big broken warship bird, dark champagne and grey.


    At 11:04, the future was determined to sink in the action of breaking grey, but even so, the first formation had no power to return to heaven.


    At 11:37, Mistra was broken through the ammunition compartment by the lady. It was decided to sink and lower the flag. The only remaining gray backed Falcon left the theater and abandoned the war.


    At 11:45, President valkiri announced the end of the battle, and the white secret service formation won only with the help of ladies.


    In general, Lorraine''s attempt to demonstrate Drake''s design system with actual combat has achieved unprecedented success.


    In this short battle, the speed of Jiaohua level, the comprehensiveness of seabird level, the balance of the first generation of God attendants, the strength of the second generation of God attendants and the strength of valkiri level in the ruling level below patrol have been fully demonstrated.


    Although there were special orders and land auctions in the evening, many customers were tempted by the three free maintenance attached to the on-site orders, and signed ship purchase contracts with the salesperson of maritime group. A total of 32 Jiaohua brigantines, 14 seabird Briggs and three generation gods were sold.


    Surprisingly, Lorraine ordered two second-generation attendants in the powerful alliance of the 100 business Associated Press, which showed Lorraine the commercial potential of this small main battle gunship with a price much higher than that of a normal destroyer.


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


    Mistra, whose hull was full of fragments, and the lady whose ass was full of broken iron, anchored in the same batch. The planks were lowered. The aggrieved fafuna listlessly stepped down from the ship in Anne''s comfort. From a distance, she saw Katrina, who met them in a wheelchair.


    Fafuna''s sadness burst at the moment of seeing Katrina. She cried out like a lost deer and stumbled into Katrina''s arms.


    。 ゜゜(′□｀?)°゜。： "Miss Katrina!! lost, lost WOW!!!"


    "Darling, darling..." Katrina gently touched fafuna''s head, touched the dry coating, and understood the reason why the command of the first formation suddenly went wrong in the battle.


    She stared angrily at Pierce, who had just got off the ship, lowered her head, picked up fafuna''s small head, put it close to the tip of her nose, and stared at her big watery eyes.


    "It''s just a small failure. Success needs to be nourished by failure."


    "But... But..." ????????????????????????, "in order to help me integrate the formation, you can


    ". ′′′` (▂′′′′`...:" I''m not reconciled... I''m not reconciled... Ah!!!!"


    The cry of the goddess of victory echoed in the anchor port of jackdaw town. Pierce clubbed on his boat board with shy eyebrows, bathed in hundreds of condemning laughter.


    "That little girl who looks thirteen or fourteen years old is really fafuna Hanji? Really? Really?"


    "Freemanny! What''s that look in your eyes? I didn''t know my opponent was so small!"


    "San Mei, can you give me proof... Hey, San Mei, don''t go! Hey!!!!"