Rumble... Rumble...

Thunder roared between the sea and the sky.

The power of the ninety-four cannons was destroyed by the power of the volley. Even ten kilometers away, Lorraine on the platform seemed to smell the faint smell of gunpowder.

The atmosphere at the observation depressed, Lorraine glanced and saw Washington's tightly clenched hands and his gray face.

Hamilton said the sentence that Americans wanted to say but didn't want to say: "What is this? Provocation? Deterrence? Prevention!"

"What is it?" Lorraine thought for a while, "Mr. President is a serious leader of a country, and this meeting also started with Shaq's invitation. This is a diplomatic occasion, and the salute is a suitable embellishment, representing the respect and welcome of the host."

The voice paused subtly here: "If you want to maintain a good mood, I suggest you think so."

"You let Mr. President deceive himself?"

"What is expected is not as psychological construction than deceiving oneself."

Hamilton was extremely angry and aggressively looked at Lorraine: "Lorraine, can you guarantee that Shaq Drake will not act despicable?"

"Can you guarantee it." Lorraine's answer was completely beyond the expectations of the Americans. "After all, you think of yourself too high, what is the victory, the founding of the country, the British withdrawing troops, and even New York gave up..."

"Shaq is a severely poisoned patient of glory. In his eyes, the face of the family is more important than God's decree. Murdering a leader of a small country will make Drake a laughing stock in the upper world, and will also make the fearless deterioration and decay that the ancestors have passed on for two hundred years."

"If killing the president here can make America fall apart, will the UK probably be happy to see it?"

"But what does that have to do with Shaq? For him, we can just slap the bugs to death at will, and it is not worth his sacrifice of glory. You can rest assured that you can rest assured."

Strangely, I felt relieved...

For the first time in his life, Hamilton discovered that safety can be a humiliating thing.

He did not doubt Lorraine's analysis. Whether it was emotional or rational, he believed that Lorraine would not have malicious intentions towards Washington.

But what is the throbbing in my heart?

Those reasons that were so real that they could not be refuted unraveled the knot in front of them and also cut off the glory of America's past, not even an inch left.

Is this the real portion?

Hamilton gritted his teeth: "Lorraine, how should we deal with it?"

"The safest way is to live in vain."

"But you said that he disdains to attack us!"

"That is to say, you want to respond to Shaq's expectations as much as you want..." Lorraine touched her chin, "I want to escort the command of the fleet."

"this……"

"Yes." The person who spoke was Washington, "As long as you need, we will give you what you give, including myself, from now on."

"That's it..." Lorraine smiled with clarity, and the foremast of the flagship Adams reflected in her pupils. "Please complete the transfer of command within ten minutes. Also, I remember that there is a box of military dresses in the president's luggage, right?"

"Uh..." Hamilton was stunned for a while, "There are clothes, all of them are new styles of the Army. The president originally planned to organize the honorary ceremony of retired veterans in the Old North Church..."

"The veterans probably won't mind that their dresses are worn by someone... Yes, yes, please lend them to me too."

...

Pansy slowly descended from Valkyri's foremast. Soon, a dark blue ringed star flag was hung on the mast tip, with thirteen stars, and the shape completely replicated the Great Federation flag before the birth of the Stars and Stripes.

This is the command flag of the American army. The shallow American country has no full-time military flag so far, and of course there will be no more detailed admiral flag.

The only value of the FLAG is to be dead (crossed out) and to clearly command. When the flag was transferred from the Adams to Valkyrie, Lorraine had command of the American naval warship.

They had already stepped down from the observation deck. At this moment, Lorraine stood on the bow of the ship with a knife hilt like in every war, and a group of American elites stood behind him, watching the national sports battle between the Drake brothers.

"Order! The escort fleet dispersed at half speed, patrolling the sea with Nepton as the center for twenty kilometers."

"Required that the patrol routes of each ship must cut into the sea one kilometer of Nepton, must not approach 500 meters, and must not dodge artillery."

"When you find a British warship during the patrol, you will be close to the expulsion and the flag will warn you. No artillery shall be fired, no fire shall be fired, and no retaliation shall be allowed."

"Notify every escort sailor to know that they are glorious American soldiers and are ready to sacrifice their lives for the country!"

The incredible order was transmitted to the ships through the flag order, and the escort fleet was in an uproar, but the flag words of the complaint were clearly rejected by Valkyri's flag.

"There are all ships, Zhang Fan, disperse!"

The final order was issued, and the soldiers had no chance to appeal. Even if they were dissatisfied, they could only obey and set sail.

General Smith, who came to Valkyrie from his flagship, stared at Lorraine with his big red eyes.

"Crazy! You are asking my soldiers to die!"

Lorraine looked indifferent: "From the last round of cannon salutes, the range set by Nipton was 1600-800, and I asked them to cruising at 1000-500, which would only cause trouble to the shellers, and the possibility of being hit is slim."

"But what if it hits?"

"What if?" Lorraine tilted her head, "What? America is still planning to declare war on Great Britain?"

General Smith was furious.

"That's it." Lorraine said, "There is no choice for America. Even if the escort fleet is sunk, it can only be regarded as a sad accident, and then how far it is and how far it is."

His playful tone completely ignited General Smith. The politician general, who was the chief MP, stepped forward to Lorraine, raised his chin, looked down at him, and tried hard to look at Lorraine: "You know this, but you still set layers of restrictions for my soldiers and force them to die!"

"Because you need dignity." Lorraine's face turned colder and her voice became colder. "For weak countries, only fearless soldiers are dignity."

"Are they dangerous? Dangerous, with the physique of the destroyer, a twenty-four pound is enough to penetrate their hulls."

"Are they dangerous? Not dangerous. The eighteen-pound cannons can only leave shallow pits on the hull of Nepton. They are not threatening, and Shaq will not deliberately target them."

"I let them advance with anger and let them seek enemies under Nepton's nose. However, there is no enemy at all twenty kilometers around Nepton. Valkyrie's main mast is 58 meters, and I have already seen their exploration range."

"What does this enemy search look like in the eyes of the British?" Lorraine asked himself, "The American escort fleet attacked in the salute, paraded with murderous aura and fighting spirit by the powerful opponents. Even their sharpest minions were not enough to tear open the opponent's fur, and they were still moving forward, and were still willing to gamble on their lives just to make the opponent throw a mouse and avoid the enemy."

"This is a fearless army, a fearless army and extremely loyal to the leaders. They may be able to despise their lives at sea, but on land? Will the red-clothed army, which has lost its glory, dare to challenge these fearless madmen again?"

"Just six destroyers, just 1,500 lives that are not well trained. If you don't even dare to push out these bets, why do you want dignity?"

"In the free America, the value of life..."

"This...is very good." Washington's low voice cut off General Smith's rebuttal, the free father looked at Lorraine sadly and firmly, "This is good, but is this all your preparation? Bet on the faith of America and shape a group of unscrupulous men?"

"Of course it's more than that." Lorraine shook Washington's chest, "Fearlessness is part of dignity, symbolizing strength, and a gentleman needs cultivation and firmness in addition to strength."

"Catrina, are you ready?"

Katerina stood out from the crowd and responded loudly: "Reported, according to the captain's order, Valkyrie was promoted to level 2 combat readiness, and all the staff were cancelled for rest. The 40 stormtroopers had been replaced, the artillery cabin and deck were fully prepared, and they were all on standby."

"Order, stormtrooper deck line."

"yes!"

Two groups of magnificent stormtroopers lined up from the stern cabin, led by Lef on the left and Kao on the right. Except for Lef and Kao on the upper body, fully armed, the rest were wearing meticulous American military dresses, holding brand new bayonet spears, standing equidistantly, standing like pine.

"It is a naval ritual to line up on the deck, if it is being inspected, and the only regret is that I lack enough Charville on my ship. But who knows? The U.S. military is like the Immortal Card. It's not a big deal to have an escort that uses maritime commuters occasionally."

"In this way we reflect our cultivation."

"Finally, firm..." Lorraine looked at the stern of the boat, "Rise the sails, open the sails, open the sails, and the gun doors are fully opened."

"Command! Target HMS Nepton, Valkyrie is moving forward at full speed. The left and right sides are air-packed and ammunition is prepared, and the two sides are fired with five kilometers as the boundary."

"Demonstrate a real salute to our opponents and let our opponents appreciate the performance of the wind. Tell Shaq Drake that small countries also have the dignity of small countries."

"Then gentlemen, ladies, we have a firm foothold, we... set sail."
Chapter completed!