Chapter 323

Gascogne continued to fire randomly at the battlefield without any rules.

The Clearer saw that the other party was determined to ignore him, and he felt his anger rising rapidly.

Missed!

Missed!

Missed.

Missed again!

None of the shells could touch the corner of Gascogne's clothes, which made the Clearer seriously doubt whether he had neglected the target practice during this period.

However, she turned her head and looked at the ship equipment behind her that had been repaired forcibly and looked like it was pieced together, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"It must not be my fault!

It's because the ship equipment has not been restored this time, and I can't even exert half of my strength.

It's normal that I can't hit the opponent. It's not my problem, it's the problem of the ship equipment."

The Clearer, who quickly completed his self-attack, cheered up again. The opponent's dancing in the shells naturally made the Clearer very unhappy, and he even thought about whether to raise his arm and beat the opponent.

After all, if I can't hit you, then I can always use my fists to talk!

However, when he thought of the scene where he was greeted by the opponent with a spear on his head, the Clearer immediately dispelled this somewhat tempting idea.

It's better not to go up and send food. I always feel that I have suffered a big loss here. I should change my opponent with the Purifier.

She thought so, and her eyes locked on Gascogne again.

"No matter what, we still have to continue to restrict the opponent's actions. Even if we can't hit the opponent, we have to stop the opponent from continuing to fire and expand the results!"

The gun holes on both sides of her ship moved loudly and were refilled with several specially made shells.

"Blind!"

Several shells whizzed over.

Gascogne raised her head in confusion. These shells were not aimed at her, but scattered around her.

For a moment, Gascogne didn't know which direction to dodge. After all, the calculation results showed that it seemed that standing still would not be a problem at all.

The shell exploded with a "bang" before it fell on the sea surface, and then the gray smoke began to spread with the shell as the center. The extremely thick smoke and dust rolled, instantly covering a large area above the sea surface.

The corners of the cleaner's mouth curled up slightly, "I see that you can't see, where can you fire?"

She thought so.

In the smoke, two more booming sounds were heard with the same rhythm, and then the two mass-produced warships were blown to pieces under the artillery fire.

"Continue firing based on the position in your memory?"

The Clearer snorted, and threw several more blinding shells, and at the same time began to order his subordinate fleet to leave the original position.

She didn't believe that she was in this state, and the other party could come up with any tricks.

Under the command of the Clearer, the Siren fleet began to cover the area covered by smoke with unlimited firepower.

The Clearer proudly put his hands on his waist, "I finally found a way to target you! Hehehe, I won this battle!"

In the smoke, Gascogne's originally golden eyes began to light up with a faint red glow.

These smokes created by the Siren are not only difficult to expel and penetrate, but also have the effect of slightly suppressing the operation of their own ship equipment.

Gascogne has already felt that in such smoke, whether it is the speed of loading ammunition or the maneuverability of the ship equipment, it has caused a considerable degree of interference.

Even she could only barely see the outlines of some things outside the fog through the fog.

However, this was enough. As long as she could see some outlines, her own computing power was enough to simulate the situation on the battlefield in her mind.

These fumes could only barely interfere with her a little bit. After she rebuilt the battlefield model, it would not have any effect on her.

At this time, another communication channel was connected.

Gascogne subconsciously wanted to completely delete this communication channel, but soon realized that this was not information harassment from the Siren on the opposite side, but from her own communication.

The communication channel was connected, and the somewhat dull voice of the lone wolf came along the communication channel.

"Sister Gascogne, I'm here to help you. I have arrived at the designated location and am looking for an opportunity."

Gascogne's eyes lit up.