On the chaotic deck of the destroyer, a man with his face covered in blood sat among the broken glass. He didn't care to check his injuries and shouted loudly to the surroundings.
This man was Etuhun, the captain of the destroyer. The violent impact threw him from the command room on the bridge to the front deck. Fortunately, this was only a destroyer. If it had been a battleship, he would have been thrown to death.
Two or three sailors gathered around:
"Ejunmen! Ejunmen!"
"Ejunmen, are you okay?"
"Hey, stretcher, come quickly and carry the military gate!"
Etuhun opened the stretcher, stood up holding the side of the boat, glanced at the water, and said sternly:
"Why are you still pushing forward? If you push forward any further, it will overturn! I just said that the twin engines are reversing. Didn't anyone tell me?"
"Report to the military gate, someone has already gone to deliver the order!"
"Junmen, Junmen," the second officer ran over ecstatically, "You are so clever. This is better than using deep-water bombing to capture Nanming's submarine crew alive. This is the first time in our entire Qing Navy! You
The medal is gone! Haha, there is a whole boatload of Nanming girls, from the captain to the soldiers, all captured alive, I am afraid there are not more than a dozen. Now the brothers are very happy!"
Etuhun glared at him and said with a smile:
"Wipe off your saliva, what are you thinking? Send a report to the shore and ask them to send torpedo boats. We must quickly control the river near here and don't let the ducks fly away. It will be annoying if the Ming army comes from the south bank to snatch it."
"嗻!"
"Don't turn on the searchlight. Nanming has dispatched a light cruiser to the Xiaguan Pier opposite. It's not fun to lure it here. Hurry up and put the boat down and shout for them to surrender! It's been a while,
It’s almost time to give up.”
There was a lot of laughter around:
"嗻!"
"Second officer, you finally take someone down to search for code books and documents! They are in such a mess now that they will definitely not have time to destroy it. They will tear it up a few times at most. If you search carefully, if you get it, it will be a real great achievement."
"嗻!"
E Tuhun wiped a handful of the blood flowing to the corners of his eyes and smiled slightly:
"Report the damage to me."
The second mate smiled and said:
"Fortunately, our Liaohe is an old-fashioned warship with an attack angle installed underneath. The bow of the ship was slightly damaged and there was no water ingress. The front rudder and sonar were completely damaged, but the rear rudder was fine. Oh, look, we have already poured it out now.
.”
Sure enough, the destroyer "Liaohe" now used all its strength to reverse, and now it has pulled the bow out of the injured submarine.
"Are any brothers injured?"
"Don't worry, there's no one in the army!"
"Okay, very good," Etuhun took a towel, wiped the blood on his face, and said with satisfaction, "Now we are fine. However, things are probably going to be miserable inside the submarine now... Well, military doctor
What? Call me to bandage my wound."
Everyone on the ship seemed very excited. After all, this was the first time to capture a Ming Dynasty submariner alive, and everyone knew they had to take credit.
The military doctor was also delighted and asked while bandaging:
"Junmen, what do you think of the Ming Dynasty submarines using only female soldiers?"
"You don't even know this," the second mate said in front of the captain, "it's very simple, there will be a shortage of men tomorrow!"
As soon as he said this, the busy sailors around him burst into laughter, and the second officer scolded:
"Why are you guys laughing? I haven't finished yet. The lack of men is just one of them. There will be less than a hundred submarines in the Ming Dynasty. If you count the number of submarines in the sky, there will be five thousand submariners. No matter how short of men you are, you won't be short of these thousands of people, right?"
"Sir, what else is there?"
"Also? There were a lot of women in the Ming Dynasty army, and there were not enough men. Women were filled wherever women could be used. But those were all for logistics, communications, medical care, civilian work, etc. Real combat
Soldiers are also a type of submarine soldiers. Why? Submarine soldiers are not afraid of being captured, and female soldiers have nothing to be afraid of doing this. Look at our surface ships, when they can no longer fight, they will abandon the ship, and even if they are fished out, they will become prisoners.
.Submarine warfare is different. Life is life, death is death. If you bomb them in deep water, there will be no one alive. Otherwise, why would it be so difficult for us to capture them once? Junmen, you think I am right."
Etuhun smiled and said:
"You guys are half right. There is no shortage of these thousands of people in the Ming Dynasty. Why not just use men? I tell you, it is said that the Nanming Navy conducted an experiment and said that female soldiers are more suitable for the boring life on submarines than male soldiers.
Life. Hey, don’t laugh, this is true. Just like the task of German submarines blockading Britain in the European War, the male soldiers couldn’t bear it after two weeks at sea. If they don’t go back to rest and recuperate, their morale will drop. They don’t need to be attacked by the enemy, they can just do it by themselves.
The fight is here. Female soldiers are much better. I heard that female soldiers from Nanming can go to sea in a submarine for two months. They are not that good. When they come back, their faces are thinner and whiter. This is what female soldiers are good for.
, endures longer than men."
"Well," the second officer nodded and said with empathy, "what the military said is very true. Take my mother-in-law as an example. She can sit there sewing for a whole day. If it were the old man, let alone a day.
How about asking him to sit still for ten minutes? It would be weird if he doesn't jump up!"
After bandaging, Etuhun waved his hand:
"Okay, shout and let them come out!"
The sailors around him started laughing again.
…
"Is there anyone else inside?"
After pulling out the last person from the stern cabin, the captain asked loudly.
"there is none left!"
"Okay, close the door quickly!"
Several people faced the surging river water and worked together to tighten the handle of the round watertight door.
Now everyone is concentrated in the central command cabin. The water here is knee-deep, and many things are floating. The captain rowed his legs and directed the injured communications officer to be placed on the bed made of large wooden boxes.
Above the head is the control tower leading to the exit. The two crew members each hold a revolver and guard the exit with their faces raised.
"Does the radio still work?"
"Report to the captain, let... let the water soak."
"Where's the codebook?"
"In...in the safe in the captain's cabin..."
The engineer officer pointed weakly at the watertight door.
"What about the coordinate map, the mine map, and... and other pictures?"
The engineer officer weakly pointed at the watertight door again:
"It's also there, I didn't even have time to take it out..."
The captain was chewing her nails and kicking the water irritably. After a few seconds, she pointed at the two crew members holding pistols:
"You two just stay there and kill whoever shows his head."
"Then... what if you throw a grenade in there?"
"I won't throw it away, huh, I know, they... want to capture us alive."
There was dead silence, and then several people started crying.
…
A man's voice came through the loudspeaker into the submarine:
"The submarine ladies of the Ming Dynasty..." Accompanied by these words, there was a burst of laughter.
"... Why are you laughing? You guys should be more serious... Ahem, I am the captain of the Qing Navy's Liaohe... I now order you to put down your arms and come out and surrender... According to the Geneva Convention on the Treatment of Prisoners of War,
I will keep your lives safe... I will keep you safe from violence, insult and curiosity..."
The laughter became more violent, mixed with many whistles.
The dozen or so girls standing in the icy water in the submarine were pale and shivering even more.
The captain bit his blue lips, slowly took out his gun, and held it tremblingly in the air:
"Who...who wants to use this?"
Everyone in the circle stared at the revolver as if it were a ghost, and no one said a word.
After all, it is one thing to be blown up by the enemy, but it is another thing to kill yourself.
…
"Plop!" the captain threw the gun into the water.
Then, she took out a small medicine bottle with difficulty and raised it in the air:
"Then...who wants to use...this?"
There was still the sound of crows all around.
…
"Plop!"
The captain threw the medicine bottle into the water again.
"Captain..." the communications officer raised his body with difficulty, "at the back... both sets of batteries... have all leaked. In a while... the water here will become... acidic..."
Everyone lowered their heads in horror and looked at their calves soaked in the water.
…
The loudspeaker is still broadcasting:
"...I am the captain of the destroyer 'Liaohe' of the Qing Navy..."
…
"Wow!"
The captain suddenly threw the compasses and set square on the chart table into the water, leaned on them and sobbed.
After a while, she raised her head, looked around her subordinates, and said with tears in her eyes:
"Then we will go out and surrender. I hope the captain is... a good person..."
The rubber raft was parked next to the submarine's control tower. The girls in the submarine got out of the control tower one by one and climbed onto the rubber raft obediently. Every time one emerged, a burst of cheers and whistles sounded from the destroyer.
Under the dark shadow of the destroyer's bow, Xiang Xiaoqiang clung to the anchor chain in the water with his hands and feet, and carefully huddled in the water, with only his head exposed. He felt that it was not as cold as before, as if staying in the water was better than being exposed outside.
A little warmer.
Just now, Xiaoqiang was lying on the command tower and heard everything. Only now did he understand where he was, what era he was in, and who were the people on both sides. Although he couldn't understand why all the submarine forces of the Ming Dynasty were
Women, but after listening to their conversations and the laughter on the destroyer, I immediately understood the plight of these poor girls.
They saved his life. In order to save him, they took the risk and did not put the periscope down, but they yelled and attracted the Qing destroyer.
After the initial shame and regret, an inexplicable excitement and self-confidence arose. He didn't know why, but his situation was obviously not optimistic: he was shivering with cold in the dark, and it was difficult to protect himself if he was discovered, but in his heart
But he has made up an unrealistic idea:
I, Xiang Xiaoqiang, must rescue these girls.
He didn't know where the courage came from, and slowly slid from the submarine into the water. Under the cover of darkness, he quietly swam to the anchor chain of the destroyer.
Xiang Xiaoqiang knows how much he is capable of, and he doesn't know what his fate will be. But now he has a strong feeling: he is no longer the humble and cowardly person in his previous life who was fired by companies and dumped by women. He only knows how to go to court.
The person who works from 9 to 5 and sends in his resume is a coward. People must have a sense of responsibility. For him now, the word "Xiaoqiang" means:
Small, yet powerful!
After loading the prisoners and searching the cabin, the destroyer began to pull out the anchor. Xiang Xiaoqiang quickly released his hand and swam to the side. The big iron chain came out of the water with a "squeak" in front of his eyes. When the big anchor claw finally came out of the water, he saw
At the right opportunity, I hugged him and was taken up instantly.
"Bang!"
The chain was finished, and the anchor claw was stuck on the side of the bow of the ship. Xiang Xiaoqiang climbed up with force, squeezed into the inside of the anchor claw, and his body was hidden in the shadow.
The destroyer roared, proudly drew a large circle on the river, loaded its loot, and sailed towards Pukou on the north bank.
In his previous life, Xiang Xiaoqiang was not a Han nationalist. To him, the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty were just two dynasties in Chinese history. He had no obvious favorable or unfavorable impressions of either side. But things are different now.
The world has not even lasted an hour, and he has already clearly chosen his side.
Xiaoqiang climbed on the outside of the destroyer, with Qing sailors talking and laughing above his head, and the roar of machines in his ears. The cold river wind blew on Xiaoqiang's body, but his blood was boiling and his body was warm.
It feels like you have opened a game with the mouse and are lng...n!~!