An Unscientific Mechanic

"The following announces the heads of each department, Organ Section, Tokugawa Kawahikozaemon."

"Technical Section, Ian Varsity..."

"????" Ian asked with a face.

"Tactical department, advanced in ancient times."

"Navigation, Daisuke Shima..."

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"Woo~~" In the middle of the night, Ian was woken up by the air defense siren, and glanced at the time, it was 3 in the morning. There is still 1 hour left before the estimated departure time from the lounge.

"Enemy attack! The Cylas Fleet has broken into the atmosphere! The First Fleet sets out urgently to meet it!"

"The interceptor unit is dispatched, and the Milas bomber formation is approaching Kagoshima. Don't let them approach the Yamato's dock!"

"The chariot convoy departed from the second and seventeenth gates, and the enemy dropped chariot troops."

"The 3rd Infantry Brigade, assemble at the 7th departure gate, and Milas dropped ground troops to intercept them."

"Shandong and Rome lifted off to go to low-Earth orbit to intercept the interplanetary ballistic missiles of Kylas."

"Montana, the Conqueror and the First Fleet join forces to strike at the enemy fleet."

"Yamato, the last batch of material handling has begun. The departure procedure of Yamato remains unchanged, and the boarding procedure will start at 5:00."

"Richelieu, Bismarck and the US Pacific Second Fleet took off and went to the E41 area to intercept the approaching Milas Fleet."

"Kirov and the First Far East Fleet took off to meet the enemy fleet approaching from the north."

"It's a mess..." Ian put on his clothes and washed, took the luggage he packed the night before, and walked downstairs. "Padmé, how's the situation over there?"

"Urban combat troops and police are maintaining law and order, building street fortresses, and guiding residents into underground shelters. No one has been found to be causing trouble." Padmé pushed the baby carriage with two children and walked towards the intelligence department building. "Where are you?"

"Everyone is in a stable mood, and even a little excited." On the way to the traffic station with his luggage on his back, Ian noticed that the people walking around him had a rather indifferent temperament.

Life and death bearish temperament...

"The Propaganda Section proposed to rebroadcast the real-time footage of the new fleet's challenge to Milas in the underground city. After evaluation by various departments, this proposal was approved."

"Will it be ugly if you lose?"

"How did the wave gun fleet lose by riding on the face?"

"...Although I don't think I can lose, I still feel that the flag has been raised."

"Where did the people on Earth get this kind of technology...?" Colonel Shu Zi clenched his fists. "Shield? High-power positive electron blaster? This is not a technology that backward races in the borderlands of the galaxy can develop!"

"E23 was sunk! E11 was broken and broke away from the battle line, Commander! Our ships are being killed one by one like mosquitoes!"

"Keep a distance, use torpedoes for long-range bombing, and contain local air-to-air firepower. What about interstellar ballistic missiles?" Colonel Shu Zi let go of his fist, leaving several wounds on his palm punctured by brackets to ooze blood.

"No. 1 was shot down at a distance of 370 kilometers from the ground, and the rest are on standby behind the fleet. With the speed and maneuverability of interstellar ballistic missiles, it is impossible to break through the enemy's air defense network."

"What about reinforcements from our own country?"

"Commander Demel's Seventh Mobile Fleet of the Fourth Front has arrived at Barron, and will arrive at the Pluto base in three days."

"D221 is sunk! Commander, the enemy shield carrying ship is coming!"

"What? All the gun ports open, the whole fleet fires in salvo! Even with a shield, he can't last forever!" Colonel Shu Zi gave up entanglement with temporarily meaningless things. "The destroyer class is deployed in multiple directions, and they cannot maintain omnidirectional shields for a long time. The high-speed cruiser group focuses on attacking the enemy's old warships, and let them fight alone. Call the carrier aircraft back!"

"No, the carrier-based aircraft unit is entangled by Tyrann's air force, and if they return by force, they will all be wiped out."

"Cut... The heavy cruiser fleet spread out on both wings, aiming at the X-shaped hull, and the ship directly bombarded it."

"Enemy fleet bombardment formation." The radar officer on the Bismarck reported to the captain.

"Hmph, bombardment... The First Fleet of the Far East is providing artillery support in this space domain. Our ship and Richelieu advance to defeat the enemy fleet."

"Secondly, this ship and Bismarck are standard assault warships, not fleet warships."

Well, the frontal firepower of the Bismarck's hull has reached an astonishing thirteen twin-mounted 460mm positron impact cannons.

In order to strengthen the defense performance, heat dissipation performance, rate of fire and maneuver performance of the main gun, the carrying of door guns had to be reduced. It is the only wave energy mechanism carrying ship equipped with dual turrets.

The Richelieu, on the other hand, uses six quadruple-mounted 406mm positive electron pressurized cannons on the front, emphasizing the single-barreled rate of fire of the main gun, but loses the function of clustering multiple barrels in a single turret.

"Boys, the hunt has begun!" Captain Bismarck, who was born as a space pirate, turned the captain's hat 180 degrees on his head. "Organs at full speed, break through the waves!"

Space pirates... The four auxiliary engines of the battleship Bismarck and the main nozzle of the wave engine all sprayed out long tail flames, rushing towards the main line of Cylas.

"A charge of just two ships? Take them down!"

The red positron beams and a large number of torpedoes hit the wave shield of the Bismarck one by one.

"According to the current reduction rate, there are still 2 minutes and 35 seconds for the full power of the wave shield to deploy. Captain, pay attention to the time. The timing begins."

"The main gun attack begins! Pass through the gap of the enemy's left wing fleet, and the main gun opens the breach. CIC, missiles and torpedoes, you decide the target by yourself."

"As expected of a captain who was born as a pirate, what a bold tactic. Follow the friendly forces, and the whole ship attack begins." Richelieu's captain flicked the brim of his hat.

"The left wing has lost a lot!" Listening to the correspondent's report, Colonel Shu Zi's face became even more stinky.

"Is this the legendary third bridge? But... the appearance of the Yamato has changed a lot..." Ian got off the personnel carrier and looked at the Yamato in the large dock.

At least the original Yamato ship does not have such a large two box hangars...

And the length is twice as long as the original version... 666 meters, super auspicious...

The shipboard armament is stronger than the original version, with 11 460mm triple-mounted main guns and 8 200mm triple-mounted secondary guns.

"... My post is actually on the first bridge? Am I not from the technical department?"

"All the supervisory posts are on the first bridge, and your post is in the ship's laboratory when you are not in combat." Sanada Shiro walked to the bridge with Ian after putting away his luggage in Ian. "Theoretically, for the first time we leave the solar system, we need someone who knows enough to take care of the place."

"..." Ian didn't speak, but looked at Sanada Zhirou with the eyes of "you are such a scientist who knows everything".

"I'm the deputy captain. I'm too involved to do the job of assisting the captain." Shiro Sanada said with a smile.