Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Davis, with a small notepad and pen in hand, said:

"Keep it as quiet as possible; firefights should be quick. Uh... let me see, any other suggestions on ELID or nuclear radiation?"

"Please remember this name: Tyler Leonard. He is a professor of nuclear physics at MIT, specializing in ion beam material physics and applications and fusion nuclear energy.

Of course, he is also a scholar in the field of relics, and his main research direction is related to the radiation of collapse fluid.

In general, you can listen to his opinions on nuclear radiation and collapse radiation. I don't know much about other experts in the same field. You should know why, Colonel."

After saying that, Raphael put his hand to the brim of his hat and saluted.

Davis put the notebook back into his pocket and replied:

"It's hard for me to comment on Lindsay's command style, but the way things have turned out is disappointing. I want to say that if you were under my command, the cooperation would be pleasant."

"But it's too late, isn't it."

"So, I'm sorry. I'll buy you a drink next time I have a chance."

Davis turned and walked into the cabin, probably at a jogging pace, and took three or two steps into the black helicopter that was waiting to take off.

There shouldn't be any trouble this time, Raphael thought.

Davis is a person who can control the situation and adopt different attitudes or countermeasures according to different people or situations.

The most important thing is to be impartial in dealing with people, to consider all aspects and to give appropriate solutions.

Many people know this truth, but find it difficult to put it into practice when the time comes.

In addition, this is the military. It is not enough to just be able to handle things well. You also need the ability to make decisions at critical moments.

The same could not be said for Joe Lindsay, who had screwed up when he isolated the Enfield squad from the task force.

The team led by Raphael was not in an irreversible situation, and they could move on foot.

Even if there is a shortage of ammunition, supplies can be obtained by helicopter airlift.

So, what right did Joe Lindsay have to do this? Only I know the answer.

When the MV-22 Osprey side-rotor helicopter crashed - even though Lindsay did not need to bear any responsibility for the accident - the Army could no longer remain silent, and replacing people became the consensus of everyone.

As the other party to the conflict, Raphael and her people could not stay in Norway, no matter how effective her assistance was in the initial operations.

The MH-60 Pave Hawk leaped gently into the air with a sharp whistle and disappeared in a moment.

The sea is blue, the sky is blue, and the water is very warm.

The captain carried his beloved loudspeaker and led the off-duty crew members to the edge of the flight deck, and the diving and swimming training called "Swin Call" began.

Chapter 207 The Best Days

By early July, the MV-7 Osprey had almost become a plane dedicated to transporting corpses.

This time it was the Red Navy's liaison officer's turn to cry bitterly. When he saw the eye coffin, tears burst into tears, and their tears sparkled brightly under the scorching sun.

After giving a few instructions in an unclear accent, he lifted the coffin with his own hands and took the elevator to the cabin at the stern.

The "Frunze" transport boat was parked there, having been waiting for a long time.

During this period, people kept flying from the Bougainville to the Norwegian mainland, and also flew back from the Norwegian mainland. One day, people could no longer see the familiar faces.

All those who were transferred back from the front with injuries looked deathly pale.

When traveling in Norway, unexpected things always happen.

On the radio, the soldiers on the shore always joked that they stood on the edge of a cliff every day, and would fall into the abyss at the slightest sign of trouble.

There was no accident now, it was just luck that it was not his turn.

As Joe Lindsay's successor, he discussed with senior military officers and believed that it was not appropriate to formulate a completely new plan and to continue using Lindsay's previous plan.

There are many reasons for the predecessor's failure, but Lindsay's previous views were the views when Davis took over, and they have been implemented until now when they have more route options.

Having more route options means they are out of the fjord area formed by glacial erosion, but it also means they have to face more ELID deformed monsters, and the environmental dangers become more dangerous.

"boom--"

The sight of cruise missiles trailing white smoke into the sky no longer attracted anyone, as everyone was bored. When the Frunze first launched missiles, everyone was very excited because they had never seen the Russians launch missiles.

The Red Navy rarely even flies its Ka-29 helicopters, let alone launches missiles from its vertical launch system.

But after many times, everyone's general reaction is:

"Oh, the guys on the shore are in trouble. But it's not a big problem. If one cruise missile doesn't work, then two will do. If two missiles don't solve the problem, the Marine Corps' armed helicopters will be here soon."

Raphael continued to pace forward. "Go up, pass," she called.

As she passed the Soldiers' Rest Club, she inadvertently heard some playful laughter. Seven or eight meters away, two senior petty officers and four or five young sailors were walking towards her, chatting and laughing.

Their sturdy and powerful bodies moved in the corridor with great weight, their proud eyes and thick lips smiled happily. The cold corridor, which was always covered by lights, suddenly became brighter because of their appearance, as if it had let in sunlight.

Raphael didn't want to meet them, so she turned around and walked up the stairs behind her.

After hastily finishing her long-delayed lunch, she immediately took her things to the stern of the dock and used the small shooting range set up by the Marines to kill time.

There was no other way. Including the technical soldiers of the electromagnetic department and the original two officers, plus the four people in the humanoid team, the CIC's electromagnetic group had a total of 2 people working in shifts, which far exceeded the original establishment.

These days were probably the most relaxing days in their service career. The humanoid team had the same feeling, no security pressure, short duty hours, it was simply heaven.

Raphael went down to the shooting range and saw the gun. She was overjoyed. She probably knew where the URGI M4A1 in the Ranger's hand came from.

Most of the Marines had M4A1s, and a handful had the Army's M7 SPEAR - everything coordinated.

The pot-cut man with a single silver bar saw the person coming and came forward to ask, "Captain, who are you...?"

"Can I use your training grounds?"

The lieutenant looked at Raphael's Christmas tree M7, and couldn't hide his envy. But there was also a slight disdain. Raphael understood this look immediately. He definitely didn't like the armor-piercing ability brought by the 6.8 bullet, and the fact that the gun itself was large and long also had an impact on it.

"Well, that will have to wait until my people finish training."

Raphael thought it was no problem. This was the opponent's training ground and it was being used. It was natural to wait.

"Um... please, stop staring at my gun, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm offended."

A burst of laughter came from behind the lieutenant, and his pale face suddenly turned red. He immediately turned around and yelled at him with a veiled scolding.

Rafael's M7 is calibrated, and even a slight touch on the base knob of the scope requires recalibration of the trajectory. It would be fine if there was a field, but there is no chance to shoot -meter targets on the boat.

The ship was called the Bougainville, not the Enterprise.

It's quite interesting to watch the Marines fight in a small space. Their main responsibility is to protect the safety of the ship, so they have a very good level in this special subject. They include almost all the problems they see and give solutions.

Moreover, they were very worried about ricochets and damage to pipes, and every shot required subtle adjustments, and the action was ingrained in their bones.

Rafael also noticed that their M4A1s were all equipped with training kits, and the receivers, magazines and barrels were all blue in color. It seemed that these 556 bullets were rimfire reduced-charge bullets.

However, it was different for those team members holding M7s. They were equipped with full combat equipment, and Joe Lindsay actually took a batch of assault rifles from them.

It was interesting to watch the Marines train, analyzing their movements and the decision-making before each move, and then putting himself in the same environment to think.

She watched two rounds of alternating training in their entirety, but due to venue limitations—she believed that the Marines' home port had more complete training facilities—Raphael only gained limited experience because it was a purely horizontal level activity.

However, considering that the Marines are likely to receive guidance and warnings from the monitoring room, there may be more room for tactical choice.

For example, it is very possible to leave some team members behind to block the enemy's passage, while the others go up from the corridor and gangway on the other side and launch an attack from the enemy's flank.

After all, this was the ship they were guarding, and their understanding of the warship's internal structure always exceeded that of the enemy.

If the enemy knows the layout of the ship better than they do, it means that the enemy is likely a traitor.

Because of the shipyard and batch specification design, each ship has more or less differences. These differences are difficult to see on the cabin design drawings. Only by coming and living on them in person can you know them.

Raphael waited until the Marines finished their training summary before walking up to take a closer look at the details of the layout of the small training ground.

It was a lot of fun. She bet that some Marines had used the M7 for target practice before, because the simulated pipes were full of big bullet holes.

Chapter 208 Interception

Work is work, no personal feelings involved.

The helicopter pilots climbed into the cockpit chatting and laughing. Today's work was no different from yesterday's: look for laser signals with identification codes and pull the trigger to launch air-to-ground missiles.

Where this AGM-114K Hellfire flew to after leaving the rack and what it was going to hit had nothing to do with them.

Only when they used rockets to cover the area did they find the exhilaration of the boring flight.

"Viper 3, stop chatting on the radio."

"receive."

Compared to the aviation control room upstairs, the combat situation center downstairs is much quieter. There are no new plans that make people's blood pressure rise, only the calm equipment prompt sounds.

"Have you heard that the United Nations Heritage Office has decided to complete the relocation to Antarctica by May of 42?"

"The Heritage Agency... the UN-established agency that was ordered to be expelled a few years ago?"

"Yes, they publicly announced that they would move their office to the research base in Antarctica. It was really sudden."

Raphael tapped their heads and said, "Keep your voice down. We're on duty now." Her words were quite interesting. The two of them lowered their voices tacitly instead of shutting up and pretending to work.

However, the topic soon turned to the Franco-German alliance and the war. Like most people, the officers and soldiers on this amphibious assault ship were naive and had no sense of reality about war, and were quite proud of the US military's position as the world's number one.

The captain operating the radar nearby said he hoped the Navy could do more work on amphibious assaults and not just limit itself to what he had learned.

The Bougainville served as a transit platform in Norwegian waters for more than two months. The daily schedule was packed so full that she wished she could use one day as two.

He said that if the country was really involved in a war one day, landing would become a problem for almost the entire navy, because no matter which continent the enemy was in, the navy could not escape the problem of landing operations, and the defense of the coastline was of paramount importance.

Raphael didn't bother to care about them. As long as the sound didn't exceed the threshold she set, she would just pretend they didn't exist.

So does everyone else.

Major Bradley, the tactical officer sitting in the center, was holding a tablet computer and was looking at something intently.

The other officers noticed Bradley's state and were happy to be idle. They warned their men at the same time that they could play and make noise but not disturb Bradley who was slacking off.

He has to be serious. No one will have an easy time during the day shift today.

On days like this, there is always endless gossip and fun things to hear.

For example, the two lieutenants in the air defense group talked about their classmates assigned to the Pacific Fleet in a nonchalant and lazy manner when they were not on duty:

Two were getting divorced, a child had died, and the leader who had once made a name for himself at the Naval Academy in Annapolis was now an alcoholic.

After a while, they talked about the former executive officer who had been transferred, saying that he had gotten this position purely through luck, charm and a wife with a good background - that's all;

His way of managing the warship almost made everyone collapse, and Captain William Jonathan was suffocated several times.

The former executive officer came up with a fuzzy training program that was very unpopular.

Raphael sent a look to them, asking them to stop talking about the private affairs of their former superior officer behind their back. It was true that the other person had left, but that didn't mean that he had no contact with the senior officers of the current ship.

Once the other party hears about it, they might run into each other in the officers' club at the home port one day.

You don't even need to go out of your way to ask for favors, just mention it casually. In the end, the one who suffers the most is the one who can't control his mouth.

At this time, Lingyin came in, leaned close to Raphael and whispered: "The North African War is over, Algeria surrendered unconditionally."

"Got it. It won't affect us."

"No, it's about... the industry in Germany."

Raphael raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter? Did you find out the truth? Who taught you to not finish what you are saying at once?"

"I still remember that the Defense Forces announced that they wanted to invest in the transformation and overhaul of production lines."

"I'm not surprised," Rafael said. "They are all assets of the Polish Army. Although the supplier is from South Korea, the technical specifications are compatible with NATO. Adjusting them for compatibility is a suitable option without spending a lot of money."

"The question is what do you think?"

"Isn't that great? A chance to rise to prominence."

"Is this true? Don't joke around." Lingyin clenched her fists. They were talking about serious matters.

Raphael glanced at the radar information and said, "Okay, wait a moment." He stood up and walked to Major Bradley, then kicked the load-bearing column of the chair.

“What the f**k are you doing?!”