The sailor who just jumped into the water and used water control skills to force the torpedo to turn has been pulled up through the rope tied around his waist.
I saw that the opponent's figure was illusory, much more blurry than that of other ordinary sailors.
Needless to say, this is the result of excessive consumption.
Seeing this, Wen Rensheng immediately understood the reason why the scene arranged for him to serve as the leader of the damage control team...
In fact, the role he really wants to play is to heal demons!
The objects he wants to carry out damage control are not machines, but aliens.
Thinking of this, he immediately took action.
He ordered his men to take the two exhausted aliens into the thickly armored cabin below.
The damage control personnel are well-trained and immediately started to act according to the orders.
Wen Rensheng himself hurriedly left the deck and returned to the well-protected lower cabin.
The alien who uses mysterious sniper skills is an old man.
The sailor who knew how to control water was very young, about thirty or forty years old, shirtless and with strong muscles.
Wen Rensheng didn't waste time, he simply told the two of them the techniques of the resonance method immediately, and then linked the three people's alien powers together.
Everyone's alien power is different, and of course it cannot be used universally. This is not gasoline, but equivalent to blood.
He just uses this method to enhance the opponent's resilience.
Fourteen times the recovery power, the opponent originally needed a day or two of complete rest to recover, but now it only takes more than an hour.
In the battleship era, a large sea battle often lasted a day.
The main reason is that the ship is bumpy and the gun's hit rate is low. If the hit rate is high, the fight will not last long. Both sides will be exhausted, and it will not last for such a long time.
Cannons were rumbling outside, and three aliens were sitting inside to rest.
No one blamed Wen Rensheng for being lazy here instead of going around putting out fires. Obviously the captain understood that this was the best way.
While resting, Wen Rensheng asked the old man, "Master, are you the only one who knows sniping skills on the ship?"
From Wang Wenwen's previous description, he knew that NPCs in these scenes could communicate. Otherwise, how could Wang Wenwen be hired and how could he be rewarded?
The old man looked at him and replied happily, "I understand what you mean, yes, I am the only one on this ship, and there is one on every battleship. It is very difficult to mobilize more people, after all.
Only master-level sniper skills and above can be effective against such a thick barrel."
"Are there any other aliens on the ship who know sniping skills? Are they elementary or intermediate?" Wen Rensheng continued to ask, his eyes burning.
"It's useless for them to know...wait a minute," the old man was shocked as he matured with age after all, "Could you be able to temporarily upgrade their skills to master level?"
"You can also say that." Wen Rensheng nodded.
Some abilities have to be used sooner or later and let others know. It is safe to hide them every day, but you will lose many precious opportunities.
For example, now, he doesn't know that the more fruitful the Zhenxi ship's victory is, the greater the reward will be after the war.
Wang Wenwen and the three of them just repelled a wave of pirates, and then gave petrochemicals, a drug that seemed funny but was actually very unnatural, from which a lot of black technology could be discovered.
"I know basic sniper skills," the young sailor next to him said suddenly. "Most of us who are on the battlefield will master sniper skills in order to improve our self-defense capabilities."
Wen Rensheng immediately asked a sailor to find the captain and ask him to mobilize manpower.
Soon, fourteen mutants were gathered together.
Wen Rensheng also simply taught the resonance method, and then waited for them to become proficient for a while before taking his people to apply the "guaranteed hit" buff to the four main guns again.
After hearing the news, the captain and accompanying staff members in the bridge command room suddenly became excited.
"Pause main gun fire, next target, Princess Royal!"
Then there was another shout at the top of his lungs: "Mysterious sniper technique, sure to hit!".
The four main gun barrels flashed blue again.
"Captain, the sure-hit effect is ready."
"Aim at the Royal Princess and fire!"
The four main guns roared simultaneously, and dozens of seconds later, the lookout sent a message.
"All four hits!"
Then I heard an earth-shaking loud noise!
"Hit the enemy's main turret ammunition compartment and exploded!"
"Royal Princess is sinking!"
Everyone in the command room has seen the results of the battle.
A battleship in the distance was broken in the middle, with its head and tail facing upwards, and began to sink rapidly.
Countless sailors jumped into the sea, and several nearby destroyers rushed over to rescue them.
"Great!"
"One ship sank!"
The command room was filled with joy.
"This, this is turning the main gun of the 19th century into a guided artillery shell of the 21st century..." Taking advantage of the commotion, Wen Rende whispered to Ouyang Ling.
"Are there no enemies?" Ouyang Ling frowned.
As a lawyer among the aliens, she certainly knows that opponents who can stand on the same stage are often not any weaker than herself.
Because if the strength gap between the two sides is too big, this duel will not start.
"Of course there are enemies, but they are much fewer than us," a staff officer explained at this time, "so they tend to save skills like 'must hit' and use them at critical times, first relying on more battleships
Consume our combat skills."
"But now that their idea has failed, I think they will soon change their strategy, and we will be attacked by concentrated skills."
Before the staff officer finished speaking, the captain had already issued an order to "notify other ships that our ship will temporarily retreat, fight at the extreme range, notify nearby ships, and provide cover for us."
"Start to turn, advance parallel to the enemy fleet, and maintain the ultimate range."
The Zhenxi ship immediately turned slowly. The huge battleship was not as nimble as those destroyers, so turning was a very difficult process.
Originally, their tactic was to hit, then rush in, close the distance, and use the abilities of other mutants to hit as many enemies as possible.
Now that the captain knows that there are almost unlimited "sure hits" available, of course he will not continue to advance, but will fight at the extreme range to avoid torpedoes and ordinary artillery attacks from other warships.
On this battlefield of big ships and cannons, the most important ability at this time is hit power.
If one hit is one, based on the average hit rate of 3, one battleship is equivalent to the combined firepower of more than 30 battleships, completely reversing the combat effectiveness of both sides in an instant.
There are no anti-missile missiles or dense protective arrays in this era... After being hit by a large-caliber main gun, you can only rely on armor and luck to resist.
The main battleship has a limited amount of ammunition, and the main gun barrel also has a limit on the number of times it can be fired. The higher the hit rate, the higher the output limit.
At this moment, Wen Rende suddenly warned, "No, nine large-caliber artillery shells will hit us in 20 seconds."
This is his power of prophecy, which plays a role in life and death situations.
He was very scared in his heart because he didn't know if he was really dead after being killed in this scene.
Judging from what happened to those Americans just now, being hanged means real death.
"Don't panic, they will take care of it," the captain said.
"Mysterious dodge technique, must dodge!"
The shouts of about four or five people faintly entered the command room.
Then in an instant, a thick fog suddenly appeared on the entire armored ship, completely covering the ship.
Wen Rende breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously, "Mr. Captain, why do those colleagues shout before using skills? Is there any additional effect?"
"I don't know if there are any additional effects. I just know that if they don't shout out, we won't be sure whether it's their victory or our own luck." The captain looked out the window seriously and said casually.
