Episode 1 The Women's Submarine Troop of the Ming Dynasty
On a Saturday in December 1935, at 7:30 in the evening, the water surface of the Yangtze River in Nanjing.
To the north of the river route, on the waters of the Qing Dynasty, a periscope quietly stretched out of the water.
A few meters below the water, a small submarine of the Ming Navy carried twelve female soldiers, making a slow reconnaissance voyage.
In the narrow cabin with dim red light, the captain's entire face was pressed against the periscope. His arms were clinging to the large handles on both sides of the periscope, and the brim of his hat was pushed back behind his head, and he was slowly turning in circles, humming a tune:
"Now... raw rice has become rice... How difficult is it to change... Well, let's take a look, what's new in the Tatars today..."
"Did you see anything new?" the engineer officer leaned to the side and asked with his head in the air.
"You can't see anything new from this distance. Let's get closer."
The engineer officer hesitated and said:
"Sir, this is already very close...Do you want to get closer?"
"Yes, yes."
Engineer Officer Nai turned his head and ordered:
"Steady the speed and steer five degrees north."
"Are you kidding? It's off by ten degrees."
"Captain," the engineer officer said with a crying look on his face, "do we have to be so desperate? Other boats can only go out once a week, but this is your third time. Besides, tonight is the weekend, so you can get by...
"
The captain turned to stare at her and said with wide eyes:
"Passable? What does "passable" mean? Let me tell you, the Tatar capital is two thousand miles away from the Yangtze River, and our capital is only two thousand meters away from the Yangtze River. It will take a war for us to reach Beijing, but it may only take a war for the Tatars to reach Nanjing.
A battle. In the three hundred years since Empress Changping regained the southern half of the Yangtze River, the Tatars have never wanted to cross the river, but they have never succeeded. This is because we are on high alert. Behind us is the city of Nanjing, and we can 'get by'
, the Tatars are coming. Do you want the tragedy of the Yangzhou Tenth Day and Jiading Three Massacres to happen again?...Humph, I don’t care about others, anyway, my parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, aunts and grandmothers are all in Nanjing.
Living in the city... Hey, why are you laughing? Work!"
After venting like Tang Seng, she put her face back into the periscope.
"Today's moon is quite good," the captain muttered dissatisfiedly. "It's already late, but it's still so bright. Otherwise, we would definitely be able to see more things if we floated up. The field of view with the periscope is too low... It's better to do it."
Good thing...cover everything...I'm so stunned..."
"You must not float up." The sonar soldier raised his head in horror and covered his earphones. "I just heard a fast propeller moving at position 255. It seemed like a destroyer!"
"Hmm..." The captain continued to mutter while spinning around, "What are your ears for... I've seen it a long time ago. Note it down and visually inspect it. I found a Tatar destroyer at twelve o'clock.
Moving horizontally, the distance is about 1,500 meters, the speed is about...12 knots."
"Write it down."
The captain continued:
"Hey, Xiuxiu, check its parameters for me... It's about 90 to 100 meters long. The distance between the front bridge and the rear bridge is very wide. There are three chimneys in the middle, and there is a front main gun.
, the rear main gun has no protective turret, well, it looks like an antique after all... Hey, have you checked it?"
The communications officer quickly flipped through the "Album of Appearance Identification of Pseudo-Qing Ships" and nervously reported:
"This should be an old-fashioned Baylor-class destroyer, with a displacement of 1,145 tons, a maximum speed of 25 knots, and a 75mm main gun at the front and rear. Well, it is also equipped with 24 50kg deep-water bombers..."
"I know, the 'Baylor' class, a German product, seems to be older than the 'Dreadnought'. After the war in 1918, the Germans paid compensation to the French, and Qinggou bought it from the French. The Tatar Navy
It just doesn’t work. We are still using this old-fashioned ship designed at the end of the last century." The captain continued to press the periscope and hummed with satisfaction, "... I heard that my brother has been ill for a long time... we... carried my wife..."
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"Ding----"
Before the singing ended, a clear, long sound wave echoed clearly in the cabin.
The sound is very nice, very similar to the notification sound after the Thunder download is completed.
Suddenly, the expressions of everyone around the periscope changed.
This is the sound wave detector on the destroyer, also called active sonar. The destroyer uses it to send sound waves into the water. The sound waves will bounce back when they hit the submarine hull. Based on the echo received, the destroyer can determine whether there is a submarine nearby.
, bearing, distance, depth, etc.
Then, you can smell the scent like a hunting dog, drive to the top of the submarine, and drop a deep-water bomb. As for how long this process takes, it depends on whether the commanders on both sides are rookies or veterans.
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"Ding----"
Another sound.
The captain swallowed his saliva. Through the periscope, he could see thick black smoke emitting from the bow of the Qing Dynasty destroyer in the distance, and he began to search menacingly.
"It has been discovered by an enemy ship," the captain quickly calculated. "This place is no better than the sea. Not to mention the narrowness of the river, the depth is less than ten meters, so we can submerge. As long as the enemy ship drops deep water bombs, we will lose our chance."
Run or fight? Thinking of this, the captain felt courageous, gritted his teeth and ordered:
"Maintain course, advance with twin engines at two-thirds speed, and prepare the bow torpedo room."
The submarine slowly accelerated towards the enemy destroyer.
"Captain," the communications officer was about to cry, "our fastest underwater speed is only 5 knots, while Tatars can reach 25 knots. The water here is so shallow! Send..."
I wanted to say, "This is not how you die," but you stopped and swallowed.
"Shh... don't make any noise. Let me tell you, being shallow has its advantages. In this way, their acoustic detector will receive a lot of underwater noise, and we can mix it in. And the closer we get, the less effective the detector will be. Besides,
"The captain stared at the periscope, with a confident and evil light in his eyes, "The Tatar captain is probably a fool. He should have done a zigzag sailing by now. He was still driving straight and steadily, with his long hair exposed.
The flanks are like targets... If you encounter something like this, it would be a sin not to hit it... The depth of the torpedo is set to 1.5 meters, the speed is set to 40 knots, and the two are spread out at five degrees..."
Knowing that the captain was about to go berserk again, everyone was sweating.
While the gunnery officer was busy giving detailed instructions, he thought bitterly that following this captain, it would be easy to achieve success and die soon.
"Torpedo setting completed."
"Tube No. 1 is ready."
"Tube No. 1 is ready."
"Tube No. 2 is ready."
"Tube No. 2 is ready."
"Okay, hold on tight... Nie hum hum... one thousand meters..."
Suddenly, the sonar soldier covered his earphones and shouted:
"Deep water fry!"
"Gah?!" The captain was stunned. He could see clearly in the periscope. The enemy ship was clearly about a thousand meters away. Where did the deep-water bombing come from here? Did it fall from the sky?
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"Tum——!!"
Not everyone has the experience of falling from a height of several hundred meters into the freezing cold water of a river. And they were still wearing summer clothes.
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt like a deep-water bomb, being dragged by gravity and falling rapidly into the cold abyss. The remaining air in his lungs seemed to be crushed.
Although he almost fainted after being photographed when he entered the water, he still used the little bit of reason he had left to hold his breath while quickly greeting all the ancestors of Li Guanniao and that "Feifei".
When his feet touched the soft sand, Xiang Xiaoqiang quickly curled up his legs with great talent, pushed hard, and his body was like a cork, drilling towards the water surface.
I don't know how long it took, but just when he felt that his lungs were about to burst, his head suddenly came into contact with the cold air. He took a breath in Xiaoqiang, and the cold air rushed into his lungs, and the blood in his body began to circulate again.
Xiang Xiaoqiang swung his feet to keep himself afloat, wiped his head and face, and spit out a mouthful of yellow turbid river water. His first thought was:
"Fortunately, it was fresh water and they didn't throw me into the sea. These two ***..."
He shivered and looked around. The dark water was dotted with moonlight, and it was so dark that he couldn't see anything at all.
That said, it’s tomorrow morning.
"Damn it, it's so cold, where did you throw me? Such a big body of water... Onan River? Songhua River? Nurgan Dusi?"
A gust of cold wind blew, and Xiang Xiaoqiang shivered again. Although he kept moving, he already felt that his limbs were about to turn into ice.
"It's over... I'm going to die..." He took a sip of water and thought desperately, "I haven't married a lot of wives yet. I'll freeze to death here... I'm so cowardly..."
Click, took another sip of water.
Just when Xiang Xiaoqiang was about to collapse, he didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but he seemed to see a black thing standing upright not far away, which seemed to be a thin stake.
He didn't have time to think too much, so he used the last bit of strength in his body to swim towards the life-saving straw.
I swim! Finally...it's still a little bit close.
I swim! I swim! Finally... well, it's still a little bit close.
I swam! I swam! I swam again! Finally... holy shit, why, is this pile still moving?
Under the strong desire to survive, Xiang Xiaoqiang used all his strength to pounce and hugged the stake that he wanted to escape from.
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"Gah?!" The captain made a strange sound again.
"Captain, what's wrong?"
The captain rubbed his eyes and leaned against the periscope again. Slowly, his eyes widened.
"What did you see, Captain?"
"Yes, yes, what did you see?"
The captain slowly turned his head and looked around at his subordinates with a strange expression.
"Uh, how should I put it...there is...an eye in the periscope." n!~!