There was an extremely brief moment of silence in the cabin.
A few seconds later.
A thin soldier wearing protective clothing took a step forward:
"Captain, don't be afraid!"
Although this young soldier was wearing protective clothing, Wang Anyi immediately recognized his identity from the northern Shaanxi accent—Chen Hongxing, the only one among the 22 people who did not commit suicide.
Chen Hongxing's voice was extremely clear in the small cabin, and then another soldier spoke:
"Captain! I'm not afraid either!"
Then came the third, fourth...
"Captain, I'm not afraid either!"
"Afraid of a ball! I have a scar as big as a bowl after falling off my head. What is there to be afraid of?"
"Captain, it is my grandson who is afraid of death..."
after awhile.
The first mate of the carrier-based ship...who is also the deputy captain of the commando team and the staff officer of the South China Sea Fleet Staff Department made a gesture to silence everyone and looked at Wang Anyi firmly:
"Captain, none of our comrades on board are cowards. Time is pressing, so just give the order!"
Although these soldiers on the scene have simple personalities, it does not mean that their thinking is stupid.
The current situation does not require any further ideological guidance from Wang Anyi. Everyone is actually mentally prepared for what their captain will say next.
"..."
Wang Anyi looked around the scene and took a deep breath:
"In that case...the entire assault team is here! Now follow my instructions!"
"Except for the steering squad leader, the five members of the maintenance team, and Professor Shu, everyone put on flippers, carried oxygen bottles on their backs, and went into the sea with me to salvage the data module!"
"Even if we sacrifice everyone, we will get the data cabin!"
Shu Xingbei on the side opened and closed the corners of his mouth twice when he saw this, and looked at Wang Anyi with an extremely complicated expression.
be honest.
Shu Xingbei is actually not that "red" in terms of ideology. What he returned to China to serve was not the rabbit, but the logistics company on the other side of the river.
However, the later logistics made him frustrated, so he "lived in seclusion" at Zhejiang University instead of going to Treasure Island. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he became a member of the mainland camp.
That's why he can speak freely and shut up freely, and it's his right or obligation at every turn.
But at this moment.
After hearing and seeing the attitudes of Wang Anyi and the soldiers present, Shu Xingbei suddenly realized that...some of his previous views seemed a bit narrow.
At present, the torpedo's trajectory on the other side of the sea is less than 20 meters away from the carrier-based craft. Once Wang Anyi and the others enter the water, they will be lucky to have half of them alive in the end.
However, they showed no fear at all, knowing that they would die but they still kept walking.
What kind of faith can make them willing to die?
At least Shu Xingbei has not encountered a similar situation during his years in logistics.
True.
There are also many patriotic people in the logistics industry, and many of them have even sacrificed their lives for the country, but those people's actions are more focused on personal awareness rather than collective.
for example.
Wang Anyi was the captain of Ship 101 and a high-ranking officer of the South China Sea Fleet. If it had been inside the logistics back then, it would have been impossible for a person of the same level to appear on the ship in person, let alone lead the way to death.
Why is this?...
At the same time that Shu Xingbei's values were severely impacted, Wang Anyi also came to the communication station and contacted Gui Zhaolin:
"Lao Gui, we have made a decision."
Gui Zhaolin hummed deeply, already having a premonition of something:
"Um."
Wang Anyi took a deep breath and said quickly:
"Okay, time is tight, so I won't say any more nonsense."
"Now, except for the seven comrades in our assault team who are unable to enter the water for various reasons, the remaining 15 people are ready to enter the sea."
"If I really can't come back, you will have to worry more about things in the fleet from now on."
"To be honest, I don't have the confidence to get the data cabin back, but Lao Gui, I assure you, the data cabin will never fall into the hands of the enemy no matter what."
Gui Zhaolin was silent.
As an old partner for many years, he naturally understood what Wang Anyi meant - there was a countdown device on the data cabin. If the correct password was not entered at the first time, the data cabin would self-destruct.
If Wang Anyi does not see the opportunity to return the data cabin, he will sink to the bottom of the sea with the data cabin.
After hanging up the communication.
Wang Anyi led everyone to the deck.
The organization had prepared a lot of supplies for this salvage, so even though the situation changed a bit suddenly, at least every soldier was equipped with a piece of diving equipment.
Of course.
It's said to be diving equipment, but it's actually just fins, an oxygen tank, goggles, a buoyancy vest, a residual pressure gauge, a depth gauge, etc. Don't even think about it.
Then Wang Anyi looked coldly at the periscope on the sea in the distance and raised her middle finger towards the submarine.
After making this gesture, Wang Anyi shouted at the soldiers around him:
"Comrades, come with me!"
After saying that, Wang Anyi jumped into the water.
thump--!
A wave of waves quickly appeared on the sea. Wang Anyi took two seconds to adapt to the situation in the water, and then swam toward the data cabin wearing a heavy protective suit.
Immediately afterwards.
thump--
thump--
thump--
Behind him, the sound of the other fourteen people falling into the water sounded, and all the people on the ship-based boat who could enter the water entered the sea!
at the same time.
Keisuke Sugawara, who rushed to the scene quickly, gritted his teeth and jumped into the water with his four assistants.
"Gudu..."
Wang Anyi exhaled several bubbles from his mask, and in just one minute, he had swam nearly forty meters.
Without weight-bearing, this distance can be easily exceeded by many ordinary people, let alone athletes.
But at this time, Wang Anyi was wearing heavy protective clothing, which caused great resistance to movement both internally and externally. In addition, she was carrying an oxygen bottle behind her, so it was already amazing that she could swim forty meters in one minute.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hula...
Just as Wang Anyi was adjusting his breathing rate, a water arrow instantly passed through an area about five meters in front of him.
Due to the extremely fast speed, after the main body of the water arrow disappeared, a spreading wake was still left in the sea water.
Wang Anyi's eyes suddenly focused.
It is clear.
This was a warning to him from across the sea.
However, Wang Anyi showed no fear at all against the threat from the opposite side, and actually speeded up a bit.
"...Fake!"
500 meters away from Wang Anyi.
Looking at the small black dot that was still moving forward on the active sonar, a white man with bald patches on his head couldn't help but curse Fake, turned to the lookout not far away and asked:
"Stephenson, are those Chinese people still advancing?"
The white man described Stephenson as a fat Latino man. Hearing this, he observed carefully for a while:
"Sir, the fifteen Chinese people are still advancing."
Bang!
The white man punched the chair in annoyance.
In addition to the three nuclear submarines, five conventional diesel-powered submarines were sent across the sea this time, and the Triggerfish led by the white man was one of them.
The surgeonfish-class submarine is a transitional product from the World War II configuration to the conventional submarine in the early Cold War. It has a displacement of 2,200 tons and does not rank very high in the order of battle across the sea.
The white man's name is Marcel Rhodes, a veteran who participated in the Peninsular War. He originally thought that this time he was performing an ordinary shopping mission, but he didn't expect that the Chinese actually made big news.
...
At the same time, because it is closest to the scene.
Marcel Rhodes received an urgent order from Hanprey not long ago:
Launch a torpedo to attack the Kingston in the Maple Leaf Kingdom, blocking the Chinese route. If the Chinese cross the line rashly... you can launch torpedoes at it!
This move is extremely dangerous for Wang Anyi and others, and the pressure on Marcel Rhodes is not much less.
After all, he is just the captain of a non-premium submarine. If he really causes casualties to Chinese soldiers... he will probably not be in a good situation then.
After the Chinese possess nuclear weapons, there is even a slight possibility that he will be sold to appease his anger.
Therefore, in Marcel Rohde's view, the best thing for Chinese people to do is to stop and say hello to you and me.
Unexpectedly, those Chinese people were so stubborn that they were willing to risk their lives to salvage the data cabin...
"Sir!"
Just as Marcel Rhodes' expression was tangled, the submarine's translator also spoke out:
"Report sir! Mr. Hanprey called and asked why we didn't attack the Chinese directly!"
"fa..."
Marcel Rhodes subconsciously wanted to scold Farke again, but he changed his words on the spot after thinking that Hampri was his direct leader:
"Fairey, prepare to launch torpedoes. This time, aim at the Chinese salvagers."
The Fairey in Marcel Lord's mouth is the submarine's fire control officer Fairey Bisson, a red-necked southerner from across the sea. Hearing this, he swallowed dryly:
"Sir, are you really staring at people and beating them?"
Marcel Rhodes sighed and said helplessly:
"Fight, otherwise we won't be able to explain to our superiors, these Chinese people..."
To the end.
Marcel Rhodes' somewhat complaining tone actually contained a subtle sigh... No, it should be said to be admiration.
After all, we are all soldiers. Although we have different beliefs, if we think about it from another perspective, Marcel Rhodes knows very well how much courage it takes to do this.
To be fair.
At least Marcel Rhodes himself couldn't do this. He still couldn't bear to part with the neon girls at the Guam base.
Seeing Marcel Rhodes confirm his attitude again, Fairey could only shrug:
"Okay, as ordered, sir."
Then Fairey looked at the lookout:
"Stephenson, please report the data."
In 2023, when Xu Yun traveled back in time, in many ship games, as long as you locked on the enemy ship, an auxiliary aiming area would appear, and then you could press the launch button and you were done.
But actual torpedo launching is much more complicated - at least in this day and age.
In this era, there is no mature guidance technology and no integrated circuits for automated data analysis. The targeting of torpedoes can only be completed through actual calculations.
Torpedoes are very different from naval guns. Cannonballs move in three-dimensional space, while torpedoes only move on a plane. Therefore, torpedoes do not involve ballistics, will not cross-fire, and are relatively easy to aim.
The aiming of torpedoes is mainly related to the course, speed, distance and torpedo speed of the target ship. Generally, point F is used to represent our ship, point T is the target ship, point H is the torpedo hit point, FT is the aiming line, TH is the enemy ship's course, FH
is the torpedo course.
One of the very important parameters is ∠FTH.
John Bull is generally called Target angle, and the opposite side of the sea is generally called Angle on the bow. This represents the direction of movement of the target ship relative to our ship.
Most of the equipment used to calculate ∠FTH is a slide rule. The slide rule has a circular or semicircular frame with three connecting rods on it.
As long as the connecting rod is set according to the enemy ship's speed, torpedo speed, and ∠FTH, the slide rule can calculate a hit area point E.
At the same time, the equipment used for data collection was a periscope (or the submarine completely floated up, and a person sat on the submarine and aimed with the scope), so soon, the lookout Stephenson put his eyes on the periscope and began to pass
The gyroscope in my hand set a target:
"The target position of our boat is 47.4 degrees west by north, and the traveling speed is slow. The visual inspection is about 0.8 meters per second..."
"Gyro calibration accuracy 3.44, B355, Z4-15...."
Fire Control Officer Fairey Beeson quickly wrote down these data and was ready to launch torpedoes at any time.
However, just as Stephenson was about to report the last few sets of data, the fat Latino man suddenly let out a howl:
"ah!!!!"
Captain Marcel Rhodes and Fairey Bisson looked at the lookout at the same time and asked doubtfully:
"Stephenson?"
"my eyes....."
Stephenson was seen covering his left eye and howling in a low voice. After a while, he slowly let go of his hand. Only when he saw that there was no blood on it did he realize something:
"Forehead?"
Marcel Rhodes frowned when he saw this:
"Stephenson, what's wrong with you?"
Stephenson looked at his left hand blankly. After a moment, he suddenly looked at Marcel Rhodes in shock:
"Captain, someone is attacking our periscope, and the lens is broken!"
"Periscope was attacked?"
Hearing Stephenson's words, Marcel Rod subconsciously retorted:
"How is this possible? Stephenson, are you kidding me?"
Fairey Beason on the side also nodded, looking a little dissatisfied with Stephenson.
As we all know.
The periscope is the eye of the submarine. In order to reduce the exposure rate during design, the width is generally designed to be very thin.
Usually, the diameter of the top of the periscope is between 160 and 300 mm, and the diameter of the thicker one is only 500 mm... which is about fifty centimeters.
On the vast sea, this width is basically the same as a needle.
Therefore, even if someone wants to attack the submarine, they can only attack the hull below the submarine. It is absolutely impossible to hit it, and it is impossible to hit the periscope.
Not to mention that the closest enemy ship on the sea now is a Chinese carrier-based ship, and that ship is a full 700 meters away from the ship...
It is clear.
Stephenson must be lying.
Either he was deliberately joking, or the periscope mirror was "obscured" by something - this has happened. For example, some seabirds would flutter up to block the view, or the non-chiefs were extremely overwhelmed.
Bird droppings covered the lens...
Think of this.
Marcel Lord glanced at Stephenson, walked to the periscope equipment, and put his head against it.
He was ready to use his rich experience to expose Stephenson's nonsense, but soon, a whisper sounded from the wings of his nose:
"Well?"
After a while.
Marcel Rhodes slowly moved his eyes away and looked at Fairey Bison with a frown:
"The periscope is indeed broken. Judging from the material of the periscope lens, it can only be caused by a bullet attack. Stephenson did not lie."
Fairey Beeson's pupils suddenly shrank.
He and Rhodes have known each other for fifteen years, and he knows the character of his captain partner very well. Rhodes is the kind of person who thinks about countless possibilities when doing things, and is so steady that he is even a little indecisive. This is absolutely impossible in this situation.
Will lie.
In other words, the periscope was really shattered.
But....how is this possible?
Under such surface conditions, could anyone hit the periscope of a submarine?
It would be impossible even if the sniper king Ivansid Salenko was present...
More importantly...
With the periscope destroyed, their submarine had to rely on active sonar if they wanted to aim at the target.
Although active sonar is accurate, its effect is not as good as manual guidance in this situation.
Just like a bow and arrow, although it is powerful in killing enemies from a distance, it is extremely ineffective in close combat.
Think of this.
Captain Marcel Rhodes turned to look at the translator, with a complicated expression on his face:
"Translator, please contact Mr. Hemprey and relay the situation to him."
"Ask him whether our boat will continue to implement the original plan, or whether we will hand over the task to other friendly forces?"
"In addition...if the surface department has enough capabilities, I would like to know who destroyed our periscope."
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