Unfortunately, Nepton's salute ultimately failed to hit any American warship.

It is normal to analyze purely rationally.

Apart from 500 meters, the maximum hit rate of British naval guns is no more than 1%. There are only 300 guns per side and seven rounds of gunfire. The occasions when American destroyers need to bet on their lives are less than or equal to one round, and no ship has the courage to try the second round.

This result disappointed Lorraine.

He thought that the old iron-shelled country would be braver no matter what, but judging from the results, bravery and Wuzhu is indeed a matter for his juniors, and it has nothing to do with the current US Navy.

Valkyrie cut into the Nepton one kilometer, and the artillery fire suddenly stumbled, and the sea surface became quiet again.

Rows of British Marines came out of the stern cabin with volley guns, lined up on both sides of the ship, looking down at Valkyrie who had sailed down from a high place.

"I hate the height difference..."

Lorraine gently blew and raised her arm high.

"The deck is in place, catch the cables thrown by the other party and connect the two ships! Be careful not to disturb the ceremonial guard!"

"yes!"

After a while, fourteen thick cables connected the two ships of similar lengths and heights to one piece. Nepton threw down a rope ladder, and Hamilton was about to command his entourage to pick it up, but Lorraine grabbed it.

Lorraine was too powerful, and this pull almost pulled Hamilton off the ground. He stood firm in a mess and turned around in an unknown way.

"Lorraine, what are you doing?"

"You want Mr. President to climb onto the British warship?"

"Huh? I asked the Navy people, aren't the ships and ships connected with rope ladders?"

"You probably have any misunderstandings about the docking ..." Lorraine snorted, "The essence of the docking lies from one ship to another, a process, not a method. The rope ladder thrown by Nepton is of course a common method. It is not only safe, but also a particularly embarrassing gentleman who is well-dressed."

Hamilton froze for a moment: "Shake Drake...will he actually use such a trick?"

"Sak should be disdainful of using tricks, and even lazy to arrange the details of your boarding. I probably know who arranged the rope ladder. If it was him, these details would definitely be taken into account."

Cold sweat emerged from Hamilton's forehead.

In the unfamiliar ocean, the details that were impossible to be neglected in the past have become difficult to avoid. If Lorraine had not taken on the mission of honor, the face of the United States would have been stripped of the moment when Nepton's salute sounded...

He took a deep breath: "Lorraine, now..."

"Mr. President is still changing clothes?" Lorraine stretched, "It's not a problem if you have enough time and a little trick..."

When Washington finished changing clothes and walked out of the cabin, he saw three boat boards being formed between the two boats, like a gentle slope, with anti-slip horizontal strips every fifty or sixty centimeters.

The boat board is a necessary shore mooring tool for every ship, but the freeboard height of Valkyrie is much different from the side height of the two ships, so it is set up to be particularly backward and looks particularly smooth.

Seeing the rope ladder next to the boat board, Washington completed the story on the deck just now at a glance.

He nodded slightly to Lorraine: "Sir President, America remembers your kindness."

"I have given America a lot of good intentions, but the memory of politicians is always good and bad, so... thank you Mr. President."

Facing the naked thank you, Washington could not see any embarrassment on his face, and he smiled like a spring breeze.

"Don't worry, Mr. President, as long as there is no interest in the country, I have always had a good memory."

"I don't doubt it, Mr. President."

Lorraine saw someone appearing on the other end of the shipboard, which was the familiar Tira Amani. Judging from the gilded military uniform and complicated sleeve patterns, the captain back then was now a lieutenant-colon captain.

Lieutenant Colonel Amani stood on the high side of the ship and bowed toward Washington.

"General Washington, welcome to the first-class battleship of the Royal British Navy, HMS Nepton. She is one of the greatest sailing warships in the world today. It seems that you are more lucky than most people in the world to be able to board her."

"We have different interpretations of luck, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel. In my opinion, the boat tied to the dock of Mount Vernon is the good one that can bring luck. The Nepton is too big and she will be stranded in most parts of America."

"However, it is our mission to not let the Nepton run aground. I am Captain Nepton, Lieutenant Colonel Tira Amani of the Royal Navy."

"Captain Amani, I am George Washington, commander-in-chief of the American Army, and have a good friendship with Major General Cornwallis, a famous country."

"Legendary? Cornwallis? I have heard of hundreds of Cornwallis, and none of them can be called famous ones."

Strike and verbal.

This routine innuendo-like verbal confrontation brought Lorraine a strange sense of freshness.

Washington's stranding statement was obviously telling Amani that he could not conquer America with his powerful navy. The later legendary Major General Cornwallis was obviously referring to the loser Cornwallis in Yorktown.

This is a very exquisite combination, confident and reserved, but not enough to make Lorraine feel fresh.

Lorraine's freshness comes from Amani. Unexpectedly, that honest man who was so angry would have an eloquent side.

and……

No matter how good Amani is in the story, his identity is just an insignificant lieutenant colonel captain after all, and the role he plays today is not more noble than a doorman.

Such a small person actually had to work Washington to deal with it himself, and during the entire conversation, including Hamilton, no one in the American elite team stood up.

Are you inferior? Or nervous?

Lorraine glanced at Hamilton's face, it was ashen, and it seemed that the description of inferiority and nervousness was too simple. Their relationship should be more complicated. It made Lorraine recall the Portuguese general named Scolari.

Spain was once the leader of Portugal. When Lorraine mentioned Spain before Scola, his expression was similar to that of Hamilton now.

"If you miss the Sect Master, you are not a competent son of freedom." Lorraine murmured in Hamilton's ear, and then put her posture lightly.

Hamilton suddenly woke up, nodded gratefully to Lorraine, and took big steps out of the ranks of his followers.

"Captain Amani, the chat has been long enough. Do you know that General Drake has dressed up his wig?"

"Go!" Amani tilted his head and spat, "Your Excellency General is waiting for you on the stern deck. If you don't worry about getting all the things in one go, you can all come."

The permit to board the ship was approved, although in Lorraine's view, such diplomatic experience was extremely humiliating.

But Americans have reasons to meet Shaq. Lorraine knows their fears well, so naturally she will not doubt their tolerance.

Under Washington's leadership, they stepped onto the boat board, with only seven or eight people in total, without escorts, leaving only one official, General Smith, the admiral of the escort fleet.

Looking at the crowd disappearing from the dead corner of sight, Lorraine glanced at General Smith with a corner of her eyes: "Do you need me to call the Adams back?"

"Call all the ships back," he said with a cold face. "If the worst happens, I will launch the first round of counterattack on behalf of the United States."

"Even in the War of Independence, you have never launched a mortal charge, right?"

"But Mr. President deserves this." General Smith said firmly, "and the British need to know that America is willing to do this for Mr. President!"
Chapter completed!