Chapter 778: Impossible Shot

"Comrades, are you afraid of death?"

Hearing Wang Anyi's words.

There was an extremely brief moment of silence in the cabin.

After a few seconds.

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 was the only one among the 22 people who did not submit a suicide note.

Chen Hongxing's voice was extremely clear in the small cabin, and then another soldier spoke:

"Captain! I'm not afraid either!"

Then the third and fourth

"Captain, I'm not afraid either!"

"Afraid of a ball! I have a scar as big as a bowl on 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 is also the deputy captain of the commando team and the staff officer of the South China Sea Fleet Staff Department. Lin Qianqian made a silence gesture to everyone and looked at Wang Anyi firmly:

"Captain, none of our comrades on board are cowards. Time is running out, 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 did not require any further ideological guidance from Wang Anyi. Everyone was actually mentally prepared for what their captain would say next.

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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 logistics later 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 across 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. They knew they would die but 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 were 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 take the lead in dying.

Why is this?

Just when 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 running out, 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 promise you that the data cabin will never fall into the hands of the enemy."

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 although 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 plus an oxygen tank and 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 yelled at the soldiers around him:

"Comrades, come after 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 a few bubbles from his mask, and in just one minute, he had swam nearly forty meters.

Without weight-bearing, this distance is 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.

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 sped up a bit.

".Farke!"

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. After 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 three nuclear submarines, five conventional diesel-powered submarines were sent across the sea this time. The Triggerfish led by a 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 battle sequence across the sea.

The white man's name was Marcel Rhodes, a veteran who had participated in the Peninsular War. He originally thought that this was just 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.

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 obediently, so that you are good, I am good, and everyone is good.

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 Rod 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 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 you command, 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.

But actual torpedo launches are far 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 a torpedo is mainly related to the target ship's course, speed, distance, and torpedo speed. Generally, point F represents 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, and FH is the torpedo course.

Among them, there is a very important parameter, which is ∠FTH.

John Bull generally calls it Target angle, and the opposite side of the sea generally calls it Angle on the bow, which represents the direction of movement of the target ship relative to our ship.

Most of the equipment for calculating ∠FTH is a slide rule, which has a circular or semicircular frame with three connecting rods on it.

As long as the connecting rods are set according to the enemy ship's speed, torpedo speed, and ∠FTH, the slide rule can calculate a hit area point E.

The device used to collect data is the periscope (or the submarine will float up completely, and the person sitting on the submarine will aim with the scope), so soon, the lookout Stephenson put his eyes on the periscope and began to use the gyroscope in his hand to set the target:

"The target direction is 47.4 degrees west of the northwest of our boat, and the speed is slow, about 0.8 meters per second."

"Gyroscope calibration accuracy +3.44, B355, Z4-15"

Fire control officer Fairey Beeson quickly wrote down these data and was ready to start launching torpedoes at any time.

However, just as Stephenson was about to report the last few sets of data, the fat Latino suddenly howled:

"Ah!!!!"

Captain Marcel Rhodes and Fairey Bisson looked at the lookout at the same time and asked in confusion:

"Stephenson?"

"My eye."

Stephenson covered his left eye and howled softly. After a long time, he slowly let go of his hand. When he saw that there was no blood on it, he realized something:

"Uh?"

Marcel Rhodes frowned immediately when he saw this:

"Stephenson, what's wrong with you?"

Stephenson stared at his left hand in a daze. After a moment, he suddenly looked at Marcel Rhodes in astonishment:

"Captain, someone is attacking our periscope, and the lens has been shattered!"

"The periscope was attacked?"

Hearing Stephenson's words, Marcel Rhodes subconsciously retorted:

"What a gift, how is this possible? Stephenson, are you kidding?"

Fairey Bisson on the side also nodded, looking a little dissatisfied with Stephenson.

As we all know.

As the eyes of the submarine, the periscope is generally designed to be very thin in width in order to reduce the exposure rate.

Usually, the top diameter of the periscope is between 160 and 300 mm, and the thicker ones are only 500 mm, which is about 50 centimeters.

On the vast sea, this width is basically the same as a needle.

So even if someone wants to attack the submarine, they can only attack the hull below the submarine, and it is impossible to hit or hit the periscope.

Not to mention that the nearest enemy ship on the sea is the Chinese ship, and the distance between that ship and the ship is 700 meters.

Obviously.

Stephenson must be lying.

Either he is joking on purpose, or the periscope mirror is "blurred" by something - this situation has happened before, for example, some seabirds will flutter up to block the view, or the non-Africans are so extreme that the lens is covered by bird droppings.

Thinking of this.

Marcel Rhodes glanced at Stephenson, walked to the periscope equipment, and put his head on it.

He was ready to use his rich experience to expose Stephenson's nonsense, but soon, a light exclamation sounded from his nose:

"Hmm?"

After a moment.

Marcel Rhodes slowly moved his eyes away and frowned at Fairey Bisson:

"The periscope is indeed broken. Judging from the material of the periscope lens, it can only be a bullet attack. Stephenson is not lying."

Fairey Bisson's pupils shrank immediately.

He and Rhodes have known each other for fifteen years, and he knows the character of this captain partner very well. Rhodes is the kind of person who will think about countless possibilities when doing things, and is steady and even a little indecisive. In this case, he will never lie.

In other words, the periscope was really broken.

But how is this possible?

Under such surface conditions, can anyone hit the submarine's periscope?

Even if the sniper king Ivansid Salenko is present, it is impossible.

More importantly.

With the periscope destroyed, their submarine can only rely on active sonar to aim at the target.

Although active sonar is accurate, it is not as effective as manual guidance in this situation.

Just like a bow and arrow, it is powerful for killing enemies at a distance, but extremely inefficient in close combat.

Thinking of this.

Captain Marcel Rhodes turned his head and looked at the translator, with a complicated expression on his face:

"Transmitter, contact Mr. Hampry and tell him the situation."

"Ask him whether our boat will continue to carry out the original plan or hand over the task to other friendly forces?"

"In addition, if the surface department has enough capabilities, I want to know who destroyed our periscope."

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