frightfiction Chapter 655 I just love fried fish, why did you have to pass through my world?
Chapter 655 I just love fried fish, why did you have to pass through my world?
"Report! Target bearing green 175, distance 2000 yards, depth 300 feet, propeller noise increasing, suspected acceleration and turning!"
"Contact signal attenuation! The target may have activated its silencer or entered the thermocline!"
"The target is maneuvering to port! If our ship maintains its current course, it will leave the optimal sonar detection zone in 3 minutes!"
After frowning and making some markings on the nautical chart, the navigator suggested to the captain:
"Captain! The sonar needs to be adjusted to course 030 to maintain contact. Should we proceed?"
"agree!"
Just as we changed course at Anshan, the sonar operator shouted anxiously again: "Correction! Target noise has changed course again! External noise interference is too strong. Last bearing before the target noise disappeared was green 190. We recommend immediately turning to that bearing to maintain contact!"
"External noise?"
The captain and first mate quickly gathered around the nautical chart and began sketching based on the sonar operator's information.
Could you be more specific?
The sonar operator didn't reply, but made a gesture for silence.
The air seemed to freeze instantly, with only the distinctive, slightly sharp active pulse sound of the Tamir sonar, bearing clear Soyuz technology characteristics, echoing within the cabin.
Within sight, DD-744 roared past at high speed like a dump truck...
The voiceprint indicators on the screen in front of the sonar operator immediately became a jumbled mess, and the sonar operator hurriedly took off his headset: "Damn it..."
"Target lost..."
"What is Fushun doing! Make it fire!" the captain roared, pointing at DD-744.
"Captain, this piece of shit is running right along our twelve-dash line. According to the actual classification, it is currently sailing on the high seas!"
The captain, enraged, laughed: "Fine! You stubborn pest, I'll see who goes first today. The Fushun will escort our men home, and the Changchun will join us in blocking this destroyer to prevent it from further intruding! I brought plenty of fuel with me, let's see who outlasts whom!"
"Also! I spotted a school of fish in the blue zone, 110 yards away, 840 yards. Open fire and blast them!"
The navigator glanced at the nautical chart and grinned widely. This was right next to the destroyer's course...
However, I like...
Just as the order was about to be relayed, a spray of water more than ten meters high suddenly erupted from the sea in the distance...
"What's going on? Are there any of our ships in that direction? Did some underwater rats suddenly launch an attack? All ships on high alert! Begin to evade torpedoes according to the navigation manual! Turn on all searchlights! Lookouts, monitor the surface! Report this to the formation!"
The atmosphere froze instantly. Anshan began its wartime maneuver, and the Changchun behind it also broke away from the formation and headed to the other side.
That's what makes submarines terrifying—like an assassin lurking in the shadows, you always have to be on guard against them striking out of nowhere.
The most deadly attacks are the ones that are unseen!
"Make a radio call! Check the area within the blast zone ahead to see if any of our comrades are there!"
"Where's Haiying? It was calling for support so enthusiastically up ahead, but now that we've arrived, it's vanished without a trace?"
The navigator slapped his forehead. He realized that the news of the submarine had come from the Sea Eagle. He had been so focused on dealing with the treacherous Bald Eagle that he had completely forgotten about it.
However, since it can transmit information, it should mean that it hasn't encountered any serious threats.
"Could it be?"
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and then everyone on the ship wished they could transform into all-seeing eyes to see through the hazy night sea.
"No, no, a 500-ton boat isn't even worth as much as a torpedo. The bald eagles wouldn't be that foolish. Besides, using a torpedo to shoot down a small boat is like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito..."
Yes, that's true. Take the MK-37 torpedo commonly used by the US Navy, for example; a single one costs $600,000. The prototype of the USS Seahawk is actually the Soyuz Type 254M base minesweeper (known in the West as the T43 class), and its overall cost, excluding technology acquisition fees, is less than $200,000. The most expensive components are probably the TEM-52M electromagnetic minesweeper and its accompanying minehunting sonar.
Even so, the captain's concern for his comrades still took root in his heart.
"Call the radio to Haiying, and send out the light signal as well!"
"Captain, should we broadcast on all frequencies? Our formation is currently too far from the shore-based communication station, the radio reception range is limited, and we may be being monitored!"
"Let's send out the light signal first! My ship is heading towards the explosion point, following the circular tangent. Changchun, continue monitoring DD-744's movements! Tell Fushun to be careful of the surrounding waters when returning! That damn submarine might have circled back into our territory!"
"Yes!"
…………
Where is the Sea Eagle?
Actually, it was right in the same area as the explosion just now, and they were the ones who caused the explosion.
Right now, sonar operator Xiao Zhao and Liu Huaqing are excitedly reloading munitions onto the depth charge launcher, their backsides sticking out!
"One, two, three, get up!"
The two men, seemingly possessing incredible strength, managed to lift the 600-pound depth charge onto the launch pad.
"Let's have another big one! Hahaha, good fortune has come our way this year! Our engine was completely broken down, but this little deep-sea thief delivered himself right to our door. It would be too ungentlemanly of us not to blow him to bits!"
Wow, case solved. No wonder the support fleet couldn't contact the "Sea Eagle"—with its main engine down, the generator couldn't function properly either, and all communication and lighting systems were offline.
On the vast, dark ocean, even if you call "Eagle Eye" (a high-powered surveillance system) to see a 500-ton vessel, it won't be visible.
However, by stopping like that, they hid themselves quite perfectly. Didn't you see that the giant catfish in the seabed hurriedly passed right under their feet?
Don't be a fool to accept undeserved credit!
As for how it was discovered...
Damn, what kind of fancy ship keeps spewing oil onto the sea the whole way?
That scene, you have to admit, was quite beautiful. When you shine a flashlight on it, what do you call it?
Isn't this just a classic case of "black in all its colors"?
The Sea Eagle, which was drifting with the waves, saw it and, without thinking, threw a huge piece of trash down into the sea.
The depth of the deep-sea bomb is easy to determine; setting it to 80 meters ensures it sinks to the bottom. Sure enough, one of these bombs went down, and even more oil slicks rose to the surface…
"Oil film! Look, another oil film is rising! Those down there are definitely not having a good time!"
"Hahaha, Captain, if we really manage to bring that thing out of the water, won't we get all the credit?"
"Great! Use this credit to beg for a big ship! 1000 tons? No way! 2000 tons is barely acceptable, but I'll be satisfied with 3000 tons! You'll be the sonar operator on a 1000-ton ship! We'll load it with all sorts of weapons, deep-sea rockets, and towed sonar—nothing can be missing! We won't even board the ship without a backup engine! We'll have one vehicle advancing and four retreating, two vehicles retreating and three retreating, creating turbulence for the enemy. We won't even need to fire cannons; we'll just use seawater to overwhelm them!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Hey Hey……"
As the two men envisioned the future, a surge of energy welled up within them, and they managed to carry the remaining three depth charges onto the launch pad.
"Wait, that's not right. Captain? How can we drop bombs if we're grounded? You want us all to fly away? We can fly, no problem, but not this 'Sea Eagle'! We're the only minesweeper in the entire fleet that can still move. No, no, we can't do that! Making a name for ourselves is a small matter, we have to protect this one and only one!"
Liu Huaqing glanced at Xiao Zhao, whose face was covered in blood, and remembering that this young comrade had only recently been transferred from 6605, kindly explained:
"Who said I was courting death? You forgot that this is the 6610 model! Compared to the 6605, we have two emergency diesel generators! Even if the main engine fails, we can still maintain a speed of 4 knots! I don't know where Wuchang learned this from, they call it a 'backup'! Originally, they said two were not enough and wanted to add two more. Unfortunately, we have too many weapons on board, and we can't add more when the ammunition is full."
"Tsk, we still need to have these emergency backups! This needs to be added to the latest plan!" Liu Huaqing nodded affirmatively. "Backups are a good habit. Having an extra backup makes you feel less anxious, and having two extra backups gives you peace of mind!"
"Captain! The emergency generator has started! However, there are some malfunctions that I cannot resolve. All power can only be used to ensure navigation!" the chief engineer shouted from inside the cabin.
"It's nothing, just a shiver. Move around, move around, and make the catfish underground stop scurrying!"
"Hey, Captain, we're running low on bombs. How about we send the power supply to the sonar room? I'll go listen again and try to land the bomb right on their heads!"
Liu Huaqing looked at Xiao Zhao's still bleeding ear and refused without thinking.
"No need! The oil's already overflowing, it won't go fast at all! Don't mess around, it's just a crappy submarine, you'll be following me from now on..."
Before he could finish speaking, bubbles began to rise around the minesweeper.
"Eh?"