The weapon then dispensed the expended power casing with large amounts of smoke venting from the breech.
It was very interesting that these weapons were extremely light caliber guns, in comparison to the other weapons, not even the primary armament.
These weapons were many times the caliber of her own rigging, requiring individual loaders for each gun.
And there lies the vulnerability,
The crews of the guns were exposed to the outside, which was brimming with siren laser attacks just waiting to melt the crew with a single blast,
The mounted smaller dinghys and smaller boats mounted above rocked and shook with the blast of the main guns,
It was like trekking through a bomb site, and explosion could come from anywhere and swallow her whole.
Bismarck never had this feeling of existential paranoia before, almost like every step she took on deck could very well be her last.
She was so vulnerable when she thought about it.
Bismarck found Daniel tending to a wounded sailor near one of the 10.5 centimeter gun turrets,
Burns and scorchmarks were everywhere,
"Gunner took one directly to the face" Daniel said casually,
"What?" Bismarck said,
"The gunner got nearly hit by one of those siren laser beams near the eye while manning the gun, he's blinded in his good eye now." Daniel said
"And A blind gunner is pretty useless..."
Daniel proceeded to get towards the gunner's position on the turret, climbing in through the exposed rear section of the turret.
"What are you doing? If he got hit by staying in there why would you want to go-" Bismarck said,
"Eh, I'm fine, the gun shouldn't be too hard to use,
Can you lift a shell by any chance?" Daniel said.
He was acting like his survival was secondary, so either he was extremely brave or he wanted to die
Was he aspiring soldier or a psychopath?Shells were piled on deck, and spent brass casings rolled across the deck,
"I, Uh... I think so..." Bismarck stammered out, still struggling to process exactly what is happening,
"Good, get a shell on the deck, and put it into the breech." Daniel said.
The breech was what the shell was supposed to go into, presumably.
She found a shell on the ground, right next to the turret, likely dropped by a loader.
She grabbed it with one hand,
It was actually lighter than she imagined, weighing in at around twenty seven kilograms, well within the reach of kansen, whose physical strength was practically superhuman.
The breech was easy enough to load, all she had to do was feed the shell into the hole in the weapon. Which then closed itself.
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Azur Lane: The King of the Ocean
FanfictionThe Atlantic Ocean, 20xx. The war between the alien Sirens and humanity has been raging for decades, with the Sirens having a seemingly unbreakable death grip of Earth's oceans. With their advanced technology, the Sirens seemingly have the upper h...
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