What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 162: Super Awesome

Lynch's guess was correct.

Half an hour after Ike arrived, two high-speed sea targets approached.

This time it was no longer reporters, but a mixed formation consisting of the Kongo shield ship and the George Phillips frigate.

The Kongo-class is a castrated version of the Arleigh Burke class, while the George is a Perry-class frigate. Both received orders to change course while on patrol.

The two fleets that encountered each other immediately greeted each other on the radio, but failed to prevent the distance from closing.

Both battleships came in from a vertical direction at a speed of 30 knots and soon stopped in front of the battleship.

When they came into visual range, the bridge of the Kongo was already crowded with impatient people. Captain Masao Iwaki had prepared a telescope early, but when he saw the silhouette of the battleship in his memory through the porthole, his mouth opened wide and he even forgot to pick up the telescope.

He would never make a mistake because his father was once a member of it and his first toy after he was born was a wooden model of the Yamato.

Even though this huge imperial ship had sunk before he could remember, it had always been an unshakable spiritual pillar in his heart, and no other warship could compare to it.

"Suo...na (How could this happen)"

"Good afternoon, Captain. Our ship bears no hostility. We simply request a closer observation. Is that really a Yamato? Please!"

Lynch was a little confused when he heard the unusual greeting on the radio. This was not in the plan.

No, you are a foreign soldier, how can you be so polite?

You are commanding a Diamond-class destroyer second only to the Arleigh Burke class. Even if the North Sea Fleet gambles everything on it, all we can say is that both sides will suffer losses.

Where is your backbone? Just because of this battleship?
Lynch couldn't understand Masao Iwaki's train of thought, but this was actually due to the limitations of the times.

Although the Plaza Accord has been signed, Japan's economy is still booming, and the entire nation is full of confidence. Once they have money, they will naturally seek spiritual support.

Yamato is the undisputed symbol of the Combined Fleet. Nothing is more suitable than it. Its status is definitely no less than the three ships of Zhiyuan, Dingyuan and Zhenyuan of the Beiyang Fleet.

The captain of the accompanying ship, the George Phillips, was even more alarmed. The reason they were accompanying the Kongo was that the latter had taken the initiative to request close-range "reconnaissance."

The result caught George off guard and he could only communicate with Masao Iwaki on an independent channel.

However, what he didn't know was that all the crew members who could come out from inside and outside the bridge of the Kongo came out, each of them desperately wanting to catch a glimpse of the Yamato.

"The Empire's secret decisive battle weapon is reproduced, and it must be restored."

Iwaki Masao spoke with tears in his eyes, but his tone was unexpectedly rejecting.

In the airspace around them, Ike eavesdropped on the entire public channel conversation and shouted, looking like he was enjoying the fun:

"The descendants of the Combined Fleet have returned to their faith. Will they be willing to board this battleship again?"

"This is not the Yamato, this is our country's Type 001 battleship."

Lynch was telling lies in a serious tone, even though he didn't believe it himself.

"Please keep a safe distance and don't cause misjudgment!"

In fact, in this weird atmosphere, the Kongo continued to approach and slid through a large bend. It was not until it was warned by the Chang'an to stop at a large turn when it was less than 3 kilometers away. The two ships were less than 100 meters apart at their closest point, and one could even see the expressions on the faces of the other's crew members.

Under normal circumstances, the atmosphere at this distance would have been extremely tense, but at this moment, the Kongo's full attention was on the Yamato not far away.

At least one hundred witnesses of the Chang'an appeared outside the battleship, holding various licensed devices and taking pictures of the battleship crazily. The series of flashes were like optical weapons.

The 051 is almost two generations behind the Kongo. The sailors of the Chang'an ship really couldn't understand why the Kongo, which is much more powerful than themselves, would be so obsessed with a holy relic, but they tacitly did not continue to expel it.

Masao Iwaki kept asking on the radio whether the guns on the Yamato were real, whether it was the real Yamato, whether it was reproduced according to the drawings, etc.

Lin Qi and Lao Zhao felt their scalps tingle, and they kept saying "no comment", but it did not dampen each other's enthusiasm at all.

The Beechcraft 200 flew high in the sky and circled in front of the battleship, fanning the flames over the radio:

"Hey, guess what I saw, the chrysanthemum badge on the bow of Yamato is gone, and now there is a red star." Both fleets heard Ike's words clearly, and the atmosphere became even more awkward.

"Captain, does your country's construction of the Yamato also indicate its aspirations for a combined fleet?"

Iwaki Masao's thoughts became more and more outrageous. Lin Qi could no longer bear it and said with a stern face:
"No comment."

"Ah, congratulations on acquiring the largest ship in Asia. It used to be ours, but now it's yours. Could you please visit the island at a suitable time so we can come aboard and have a chat?"

"No comment, please do not accompany the voyage, keep your distance!"

"Oh, could you please turn the main turret? Please, sir, private Marseille!"

I don't know if the battleship could not stand his perverted harassment, but about two minutes later, the three gun barrels of the No. 2 turret at the bow were raised up one after another, like a raised sharp blade.

At the same time, the turret weighing thousands of tons rotated to the right at a speed of 6 degrees per second.

"OHHHH!"

The crew on the Kongo became excited instantly and shouted directly on the radio:
"This turret weighs three thousand tons, equivalent to the entire weight of the George. Captain Taylor, are you listening? Look, a frigate is turning!"

Taylor:…

The No. 2 turret rotated to the 3 o'clock position and was slightly above the horizontal line, so the Beechcraft 200 in the air could be seen more clearly, and a lot of photos were taken from a bird's-eye view.

Hearing the noise on the radio, Lynch felt strangely relieved:

What's wrong with the shield ship? The shield ship also envies the battleship. You don't understand the happiness of the BB party!
While satisfying the wish of the Kongo, all the crew members also wanted to move the main gun of the battleship a little. They had been drilling into the turret many times before.

I thought things were almost over here, the HNA J-8II was about to arrive, and Lynch was ready to start chasing people away.

Iwaki Masao: "Respected Captain, could you please demonstrate your artillery fire for us one last time?"

No, absolutely not.

Several people in the battleship's bridge shook their heads at the same time. Do you think this is a song request?

"Commander, telegram from base!"

The Qinan ship suddenly forwarded a telegram. When Lin Qi saw the content, he broke out in a cold sweat.

They became famous.

Blumberg is one of the world's largest media outlets. In just one hour, millions of people listened to the broadcast and it attracted great attention.

Japan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs issued an urgent press release, expressing great concern about the Yamato, requesting further contact with its side, and expressing its intention to send a visiting delegation.

This is followed by the command:

Depending on the actual situation, live-fire training for battleships will be organized in a certain sea area in the front.

……

海峡上部方形演习区域，001战列舰在18节航速时1号与2号炮塔转动，朝着假想目标打出了6枚齐射穿甲弹药。

The impact of the huge cannon created a shock wave visible to the naked eye, and the smoke cloud of the propellant was dispersed and surged upwards.

Even though the Kongo and George were driven 10 nautical miles away, the sound of the naval guns remained undiminished, like a thunderclap in a clear sky.

“Sbarasi (superb)!”

Iwaki Masao gave a thumbs-up and choked up as he said goodbye over the radio:
"Thank you so much, Captain. Please be sure to protect her and don't remove the main gun turrets!"

Lynch: "..."

After Ike enjoyed the last stunning fireworks display, he turned the Beechcraft 200, which had little time left in the air, and rushed towards land with the big news.

(End of this chapter)