“When do you plan to return to the port? You’re not actually going to leave everything to Miss Gascogne, are you? That’s too much…”
Since there was no way to stop this scummy Commander from showing off, Pennsylvania decided to bypass the topic of how many Ship Girls Wang Yu actually had.
Wang Yu tilted his head to look at Pennsylvania, finding her pouting and whistling, looking around as if to hide her guilt…
Why do you keep bringing up my wife? Wang Yu decided he definitely needed to keep Gascogne away from her in the future. He had a feeling she was up to no good with his wife.
His wife was indeed cute, but she shouldn't always be thinking about her…
“Actually, there isn’t much to do. Da Jia Jia is very capable. It’s rare for me to come out this time, so I plan to stay here for a few more days, conduct a thorough inspection, and it won’t be too late to go back after that.”
“Tianqing City doesn’t have a dedicated naval base for Commanders yet, so you can rest at our operations base tonight. There are independent resting rooms specifically prepared for you Commanders anyway.”
“Alright.” Wang Yu agreed to Pennsylvania’s suggestion without much thought. After all, finding a hostel to rest would be time-consuming and laborious, and he’d have to worry about someone ignorant causing trouble. Pennsylvania’s proposal was exactly what he wanted.
Soon, they arrived at the sea area where the drill had taken place. Not seeing York on the shore, Wang Yu searched the sea for her.
“Bring me a telescope.”
Pennsylvania tossed the telescope to Wang Yu: “This one sees more clearly.”
Wang Yu thanked her, placed the telescope on the bridge of his nose, and searched the sea for the battling figures.
...
Omaha turned her rudder at high speed, and despite her emergency evasion, she was still hit by several rapid-fire shells. Such an attack was bearable, but it was estimated that her durability would drop significantly in the simulated calculation.
She aimed her main guns, loaded the ammunition, and locked onto York, preparing to counterattack. However, she found that the opponent had actually intensified her offensive during her counterattack window, with no intention of evading. Trading damage, the main and secondary guns fired directly at her simultaneously, the dense attack forcing her to abandon her counterattack and continue evading.
“Damn it.” She cursed under her breath, dodging the incoming artillery fire in a disheveled manner, but was still hit by several more concentrated rapid-fire shells…
She had no intention of clashing head-on with the opponent. A heavy cruiser’s firepower was inherently much stronger than a light cruiser’s, not to mention that the opponent was not a torpedo cruiser in the usual sense, primarily relying on main gun output for firepower, with torpedoes merely being an added bonus.
Moreover, this particular York, although not high in combat level, was in some ways an out-and-out monster.
The several defeated sisters before her had clearly shown her just how powerful the opponent’s artillery fire was. A few armor-piercing shells, and durability was instantly depleted, resulting in a loss.
Yet, she still felt somewhat aggrieved. The suppression was too ridiculous. The opponent had some unknown equipment, but its effects were terrifyingly strong. Such good equipment was not given to the main fleet of the port, but to a Ship girl who clearly had little combat experience. It was a complete waste!
What was that Commander thinking? At least this equipment should logically be given to Ship Girls of sufficiently high levels!
And although the opponent’s combat experience was rusty, her combat awareness was quite excellent. There were no errors in her methodical, conventional combat, which was incredible for a rookie who had never been on the battlefield.
However, after a few small probes, the opponent realized her advantage in firepower, and every subsequent attack became fierce and aggressive, each attack not hesitating to trade damage.
After all, this was not a real combat exercise, so there was no pressure to use a damage-trading tactic. But she had no advantage in either firepower or armor. If they traded damage, it was highly probable that the opponent would be severely damaged while she herself would be heavily damaged, and the drill would inevitably be judged as her failure.
If it were just this, it wouldn’t have made them so upset. She tried to glide closer to the opponent, using the cover of the waves to quietly deploy torpedoes. The torpedoes re-locked onto the opponent. She risked taking a few more barrages of attacks to reach the torpedo’s effective range.
Alright, if she fired here, there was a high probability of a hit.
But just as she locked on and prepared to launch torpedoes, she saw the heavy cruiser in front of her begin torpedo evasion maneuvers with a completely illogical mobility. And she consciously retreated, controlling the distance between them, while simultaneously ensuring the output power of her main guns!
This was the most incomprehensible part for them. They accepted that a heavy cruiser had powerful firepower, but why was a heavy cruiser so mobile? Despite such powerful firepower, she was as agile as a destroyer.
She was certain that the opponent’s mobility was no worse than her own, and she had always hidden her attack intentions very well, yet the opponent reacted quickly with various evasion maneuvers as if she had detected them in advance. The several torpedoes poised on her launcher remained unable to fire.
After all, with the opponent performing high-speed evasion, and at such a long distance, the probability of a torpedo hit was negligible.
But if she didn’t launch torpedoes, and only relied on shelling, a light cruiser like her couldn’t possibly match a heavy cruiser’s firepower…
Bang bang bang!
Another few shells landed on her. The more she rushed to close the distance and use torpedoes to lock onto the enemy, the harder it was to evade the opponent’s artillery fire. Several times she narrowly dodged the opponent’s main guns, but was repeatedly hit by the opponent’s secondary guns out of helplessness.
She remembered being hit quite a few times before. If estimated by the opponent’s firepower, it should be…
“Judgement: Omaha’s damage is nearing critical. Drill ends. York wins.” Hearing the voice from the communication channel, Omaha also helplessly stopped her evasion maneuvers, and the opposing York also ceased her barrage of fire, stopping in place and cheering.
Omaha sighed. She had never expected that after years of combat, during this sea drill, she would be outmaneuvered by the opposing heavy cruiser. This was simply unheard of.
Moreover, the opposing Ship girl’s level was far below hers. Although her combat experience was very raw, her grasp of combat opportunities was very accurate, and most importantly, her equipment was too good!
Powerful firepower, thick armor, astonishing durability, and also not low mobility!
She was certain that the equipment on the opposing Ship girl was definitely of the rarest kind, and the enhancements should all be maxed out, reaching a level that even the main Ship Girls in the most powerful ports might not have. She wanted such equipment too!
Seeing the little girl cheering excitedly over her drill victory, she couldn't help but sigh. The opponent was still a child after all, but she couldn't even defeat a little girl. She was becoming more and more of a disgrace to her ship…
