An Unscientific Mechanic

"Ship type identification, it's Jetlantis."

"Gatlantis? Have those cosmic savages penetrated into the territory of Cylas to this point? What are the border guards doing?" Minister Misera felt a little embarrassed, although there are many strange stories in this space, For example, the witch's singing and so on, and there are also countless spaceships that have disappeared in this space. As time goes by, Mirlas doesn't run here much.

But it's too much to meet the Gatlantis fleet directly, right?

And didn't those barbarians have a good time fighting with those border guards at the border? There is also the First Fleet of Microlas of Cosmic Wolf Demel, which is a serious and super-class fleet. Seriously, under the same conditions, it can play a one-to-three exchange ratio with other Microlas fleets.

"The territory of your Milas is thousands of light-years across, isn't it? Don't embarrass your garrison. How do you guard the border on this scale?" Ian looked at the Gartranti he had just collected. Sri Lankan ship data. "Avanguard Fleet, wait for the enemy to fire the first shot, communicator, call the enemy ship."

"I am Gulansen Sigon of Raging Waves, the commander-in-chief of the Gatlantis Gulansen Expeditionary Force. Your ship is qualified to pay tribute to the Great Emperor. In the name of the Great Almighty Great Emperor, I give you an order to stop the ship. Surrender your ships and spare your lives."

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Ministry of Consolidation. Think about it with your brain, which is not much bigger than a walnut. Is this possible?"

"Then give you a noble death." The other party directly cut off the communication.

"What kind of speech from Secondary School... Commander, what are you thinking?"

"I suddenly felt that it would be interesting to put a comfortable big sofa in the bridge, covered with a whole piece of animal skin, wearing a scary armor, with two rows of drums behind it." Ian rubbed his chin.

"Are you trying to leave forever on the path of the great chief?"

"Too…"

"The enemy ship fired! The counterattack begins, the counterattack begins!"

"The enemy ship's attack method is a positron beam, and the shield frequency is adjusted to... what? Quantum torpedoes? Hey, from the Interstellar Federation, are you still selling quantum torpedoes to them?"

"Confirm the impact, and start the counterattack." The heavy-duty turbolaser cannons on the three advanced Jagers began to fire.

"Gunner, reduce the output of the second-level turret, all of which pass through, and the effect of the anti-aircraft gun is stronger than yours."

In various parts of the hull, hundreds of quadruple-mounted 155mm live ammunition anti-aircraft guns happily poured 155mm semi-armor-piercing shells on the Milas ship. And those anti-aircraft guns on the Gatlantis battleship can use low-power positron beams to defend against air, can you believe it?

The group of people on the Enterprise who were startled off their glasses picked them up.

"How did that Zan Zhuan Cannon shoot so accurately?" A group of technicians looked at the Zan Zhuan Cannon, which was spinning so fast and whose interception rate was close to half, in silence.

There's no logic to this gun...

First of all, what do you need for a close-in gun?

A sufficiently stable platform, powerful enough projectiles, and then the speed of fire.

Cannon tubes can be added, and 4 tubes can be fired at the same time, so there is a "Shilika River" self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, a river of flames paved by 4 23mm machine gun shells, so that any enemy who invades from medium and low altitudes will never return.

The gun barrel can also be rotated, so there are Gatling cannons such as Phalanx, goalkeeper, and ak630. With a rate of fire of nearly 10,000 rounds per minute, the death net made up of countless shells is difficult for even missiles to break through.

Let me boast again. I finally used the nano-repair technology and the 155mm rapid-fire gun of the subspace bomb supply facility. I finally liberated myself. The ammunition is directly supplied by the weapon factory on the other side of the Dirac Sea. The barrel can be replaced at any time and the rifling can be repaired. . The rate of fire of the 155mm rapid-fire gun finally stabilized at 1300 rounds per minute for a single tube.

Usually equipped in four packs, the anti-aircraft warheads include armor-piercing shells, armor-piercing high-explosive shells, programmable shrapnel shells and programmable arrow shells.

The only downside is that the muzzle storm is too frenzied, causing the shells to scatter a bit too much.

but……

Davarish, the muzzle wind is too strong, the accuracy is not good, and it keeps flying, what should I do?

Ann two doors ah!

Davarish, high-explosive ammunition is not powerful enough to wash off battleship armor, what should I do?

Ann two doors ah!

Davarish, the barrage on the port side is a bit thin, and it can't stop the oversaturated attacking missile group, what should we do?

install! two! Door! ah!

As we all know... the 4-mounted near-anti-aircraft guns modified by the Jaeger are a group of 4...

However, what the hell is this thing?

The particle irradiation speed of Starfleet's phaser cannon is a serious sub-light speed, reaching an astonishing 0.8 times the speed of light.

The single-seat anti-ship missile hit rate of that thing is only 35%, and the interception rate of shells with this density?

The single-seat interception rate given by the shipboard computer is 0.07%. If the destroyer-class Gatlantis ship has 5 large, 3 small, and 10 air defenses, there are 18 rotary guns in total, and a total of 18 firepower channels. The interception rate is only less than 20%.

"What kind of Zenith Star technology is this..." A group of technicians looked at the sky speechlessly.

The 155mm artillery shells battered the incoming Gatlantis ship, and most of the warships were blown out of the bridge, floating there helplessly.

"Send combat robots aboard, and I will use these ships as research samples." Ian suppressed the absurd mood caused by the conflict between logic and reality. "If the enemy is captured, he should explode himself. He doesn't need a prisoner, just suppress it directly."

"Understood, the Marine Corps sent."

"Let the headquarters send a squadron to deal with the matter here, A01 waits for reinforcements, and the rest of the ships go to that planet. Continue the investigation mission, and don't play this kind of sad music in the battle BGM, you put it The onion song will do."

Ian scratched his head.

"Commander, we didn't play the BGM."

"The witch's song..."

"It seems that we have found the right place... The fleet is moving forward, and after reaching the detection distance, it will start dimensional detection and high-dimensional detection. The ark of the star patrol is there, find out the passage for me to enter."