On the Flying Fortress bomber that once again flew over the warring waters, the observers it carried were constantly looking down at the sea below them with binoculars.
The job of searching for pilots who crashed into the sea is actually not easy. They don't have high-end goods like GPS, so they can only roughly determine the search range based on the coordinates reported by the returning pilots.
What was devastating was that when the two B-17 Flying Fortress bombers on a search mission flew back to the coordinate sea area, they found that the situation was completely different from what they had imagined.
There are floating objects everywhere on the sea here, including debris left from sunken battleships, as well as sailors and corpses floating on the sea.
Cyric's sailors who hoped to be rescued would also wave to the Tang Kingdom's planes flying over their heads, and these people had dispersed over a vast area over time, seriously affecting the search and rescue work.
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"There are too many people here! We can't determine the pilot's position at all!" Angrily put down his telescope, and a lookout who was searching the sea complained loudly.
Because it was impossible to pinpoint the location where the pilot fell into the water, they did not dare to abandon the sea full of enemies. So they could only search honestly and continue to be disturbed by these debris.
"Pay attention to the orange life jackets! They are all wearing orange life jackets!" the pilot reminded: "And, maybe they also have an inflatable lifeboat! It is also orange! The target should be obvious!"
"I didn't see any big orange-red things! I couldn't find any small ones either. There were red ones, green ones, yellow ones, and white fragments here! It was too distracting to the line of sight!" said another plane.
The pilot on board turned on the radio and started complaining.
"Is there any way to make these Cyric bastards stop waving when they fall into the water! Damn it!" The bombardier, already feeling dazzled, put down the telescope in his hand and cursed.
"The Little Knifefish asked, do they need to continue to maintain their course and move closer to us?" the electromechanical officer asked.
"Let them maintain their course for the time being! We have no way to exclude this sea area, so we can only continue to search! Damn it!" The captain also had a temper. His comrades were soaking in the water, but he was powerless, which made him very anxious.
, and also very irritable.
"There is a group of people ahead, and there are more people ahead...are you sure there are none in this sea area?" The pilot's voice reached everyone's ears through the radio.
This question silenced everyone - they were not sure. Who dares to say for sure about this kind of thing? The sea below was not clean, but a mess of people and debris spread out. Who could be sure that they had missed it?
"The other five search formations have already taken off. We have never searched for targets at sea before and have no experience... now... we have it." The electromechanical man shouted again.
The co-pilot looked at the sea on the other side and said without looking back: "I hope they are okay! I don't want to kill my comrades because we are inexperienced."
"Yes, I hope they are okay!" Everyone echoed.
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"How long have we been here?" Feeling that his legs were almost unable to move, the captain of the crashed plane, soaking in the seawater, looked at his damaged watch.
"I think it's been five hours anyway." The electromechanical engineer replied slightly nervously, grabbing the life jacket of the unconscious co-pilot.
"Forget it, we've only been here for two hours." Looking at his watch, the navigator gave the correct answer.
The bombardier was almost driven crazy by nervousness. He had no experience in immersing in sea water and was being tortured every moment.
For a person who is not very familiar with the ocean, the water itself represents mystery, and the awe of darkness and silence is an existence even scarier than a horror movie.
Even a sailor, even if he has a ship under his feet, or a big ship, will feel fear when facing the vastness and depth of the ocean.
Those huge, mythical sea monsters imagined by people are actually the most intuitive manifestation of this fear.
For a few pilots who were soaked in sea water and couldn't even swim well, the abyss beneath their feet contained monsters and monsters as devastating as Cthulhu.
In fact, it doesn't need to be that complicated. Even if a hungry shark appears, it is already desperate enough for them.
"Only 2 hours?" The captain asked the time countless times. He was also scared. Although he knew that he should stay as calm as possible to boost the morale of his men, he really couldn't do it.
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He himself couldn't swim, and now he was even more scared to death. So he could only ask the time again and again, hoping to wait for rescue.
But as a result, after asking again and again, he received an answer that made him anxious: time was longer than he imagined.
"Is your watch broken too? I think you should take a closer look." The electromechanical man also felt that they had been drifting at sea for more than five hours.
This feeling of living like a year is really too frustrating. He would rather crash on the ground and hit the top of a mountain to die. At least it can be a little easier.
"I just said that damn inflatable bottle doesn't work! The things made by those bastards are useless!" Several people who gradually became more extreme discussed the unreliable inflatable lifeboat for the fifth time.
"It's been two hours. The plane should have arrived, right? Why hasn't it arrived yet?" The navigator looked up at the sky and ignored these people's questions about his watch.
At least his watch is still running. The dial of the captain's watch is now full of water. If you have the ability to look at your own watch, what do you want to do?
"Damn, I thought I saw a shark just now!" In the boundless fear, the bombardier no longer knew whether he was hallucinating.
"Stop talking nonsense...where are you?" The captain's muscles all over his body tensed up. He swung his head back and forth crazily, observing the silent sea around him.
"I don't know...I'm really not sure. I seemed to have seen something just now, which was round and round. It floated and disappeared." The bombardier was trembling a little as he spoke.
If a shark really comes here, their brothers may have to explain it here. Now all they can hope is that the orange life jackets they wear can scare the shark away...
"Is it possible that it's a dolphin, or... a whale?" The electromechanical engineer and the navigator quickly tried their best to guide things in a good direction.
The captain's face turned even paler with fright. While he was looking for shark fins that might appear nearby, he encouraged himself: "Yes, yes! It's possible, it could be a whale, or, or a dolphin!"
"I don't know!" the bombardier continued to defend himself: "I'm not even sure if I really saw it."
"Then don't be scary! I can't breathe! Bastard!" The voice of the electromechanical technician who was holding the unconscious co-pilot had already started to become shrill. He knew, however, that there was a hole in the leg of the co-pilot he was holding. , the smell of blood has long since dissipated.
They all live on Dragon Island, and naturally they have almost all heard what the old sailors told about how sharks would gather when they smell blood.
Sailors who often make a living at sea will even kill some fish to lure sharks in order to catch these ferocious marine creatures.
"Wait! I, I seem to hear something!" The captain suddenly motioned for everyone to be quiet, and several people suddenly felt that their hairs stood on end.
Just when they were suspicious, something cut open the water surface not far away, leaving waves spreading on both sides.
A few minutes later, the entire sea surface seemed to begin to roll. This time the movement was so loud that it was impossible for the pilots floating on the sea to miss it.
The thing was less than a hundred meters away from them. While several people were dumbfounded, the pipe protruding from the water broke away from the surrounding sea water, and a huge steel shell emerged from the water.
The sea water fell along the enclosure, and the water column dripped continuously from the ladder welded on the enclosure. In front of the enclosure, a long deck gradually separated the water, making a deafening splashing sound.
What he saw in front of him made the captain floating on the sea unbelievable. In his entire life, he had never heard of a ship that could dive into the sea and come out on its own.
Not only him, but the navigator, electromechanical personnel, and bombardiers around him had never seen or even heard of such a thing in their lives.
But everything they saw in front of them made them believe that there was really a ship in the world that could emerge from the water on its own!
"I x!" Unable to bear it, the captain swore when he looked at the strange ship in the distance with its smooth hull completely exposed and the deck cannon on the deck.
In the distance, on the towering enclosure, the round hatch was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket stuck his head out, ignoring the water dripping on his head, and got out hatch.
He stuck his head out and looked at the pilots floating in the water with a smile on his face: "Hey, let me tell you, aren't you pilots? Why did you learn to swim here?"
Several people soaking in the water even forgot to answer, because they were not even sure whether the person shouting in front of them was a human being...
"You have no sense of humor." The submarine he was in had already approached, less than twenty meters away from the pilots, and the captain standing on the hull lit a cigarette and complained.
On the deck near the sea, several sailors had already stretched out their hands to the pilots: "Come here quickly! Hurry!"
Next to it, there were sailors throwing the rope into the sea: "The rope! Over there! Can you come up by yourself?"
While he was talking, a sailor had already jumped down, plunged into the sea, and swam towards the pilots.
