latelenovela Chapter 653 The cannon barrel is pointed to the sky, you can't hit me!
Chapter 653 The cannon barrel is pointed to the sky, you can't hit me!
The USS Blue also spotted the rapidly approaching, unwelcome light immediately. On the bridge, Colonel Williams, who had rushed back to the command room, instantly turned grim. Through his binoculars, the string of navigation lights indicated at least one convoy. Not to mention the scattered fishing lights behind the convoy.
"You're mobilizing the masses again... You guys are really united!"
“CAP! Just a bunch of rabble, cooperating with us…”
Before the first mate, with his livid chin, could finish speaking, he saw his captain looking at him with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
“CAP?”
“My first mate, didn’t you see those fishing lights? Never mind, we’ve gone this far; we have enough leverage to deal with the intelligence officers.” Colonel Williams rubbed his fingers together, then raised his binoculars and stared blankly at the fishing lights for a while. “Their fishermen are truly good fishermen…”
"Send a light signal to tell the Marines to cease all unnecessary actions and prepare to disengage..."
"Two vehicles on board, heading 270! Speed 11 knots! Casting out mooring lines to prepare for mounting small boats, all ships on level two combat readiness, all weapons pointing their guns skyward to indicate we have no hostile intentions..."
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The whistle of the "Blue" began to sound again, but unlike its previous aggressive blasts, this time it merely hummed like a kitten.
As the lights flashed, the Marines swung their propellers and desperately tried to reach the approaching destroyers.
On the sea, our soldiers were alert to the changing situation and, when they discovered that the "Brut" was adjusting the muzzle of its 127mm main guns toward the floating area, they prepared a "bombardment" plan.
Unexpectedly, the muzzle of the main gun kept tilting higher and higher, eventually pointing directly at the sky.
After a short while, there was no response from lights or radio. The Blue, having turned its bow around, its massive body carrying an air of panic and disarray, began to accelerate.
The dark gray hull clumsily and abruptly drew a much larger arc on the sea surface, once again intruding into our waters to pick up the "Marin" ships. Then, it turned its bow and headed at full speed toward the high seas beyond the territorial sea line.
A massive wake trailed behind it, leaving a long, churning white chain, like the pathetic traces left by a fleeing behemoth.
On the sea, someone let out a long, trembling sigh, a sound that shattered the tense silence. Immediately afterward, a long-suppressed, choked cheer erupted!
"They're gone! That bastard ran away!"
"Get lost!"
"We won! We held on!"
The soldiers on the sea were all lying in the rubber boat, panting heavily. "Hey! What's our captain doing? Aren't you coming to get us?"
"That's strange. They were just sending out light signals, telling us not to detain those blond foreigners. Where have they gone now?"
"Hey, send a few people to keep an eye on those couples on the plane..."
Li Jianguo lay on the edge of the patched-up rubber boat, gagging himself and spitting out several mouthfuls of seawater.
"Damn it, I got too excited just now and almost forgot I can't swim..." Li Jianguo collapsed next to the gunner, panting heavily, but still proudly waved the thing in his hand: "Hehe, look, some rare stuff. Zhao Laosi said it was good stuff, so I pounced and grabbed two of them!"
Gunner looked at the thing that looked like a tank helmet, fiddled with the two cannon-like lenses on the helmet, and then stuffed it into Li Jianguo's arms.
"What the hell is this thing? It's so heavy! If you put this on your head, don't you want to lose your neck?"
After saying that, the gunner, ignoring the soreness in his body, stood up, took out his flashlight, and shone it around.
"Zhao Laosi has sharp eyes. Let him see where our minesweeper went. The captain is so stubborn, he probably went after that destroyer, didn't he?"
"Look! Isn't that our minesweeper? It's still sending out light signals!"
The gunner began translating: "What! There are submarines underwater?"
"Hey! Let's go help!"
"No rush. Submarines are just sitting ducks once they're detected. Look, our destroyers are already making their move..."
Yes, submarines are easy targets once detected by destroyers. At this moment, the Anshan, under the constant light signals from the minesweepers, is gradually approaching a certain sea area.
"Report! Enemy destroyer DD-744 has left our waters. Should we pursue it? Please advise!"
"Order the Fushun to advance and closely monitor enemy movements in a zigzag pattern! Main guns will follow; if there are signs of re-entry, fire immediately as a warning! The Changchun will accompany our ship to force that thing on the seabed to the surface! The fishing boats on board will immediately go to support our surface warriors!"
"Yes!"
"Sonar room! Maintain active sonar illumination! Closely monitor changes in target bearing and distance! Pay special attention to identifying propeller noise characteristics! Calculate target heading, speed, and diving depth! Report every minute!"
Yes, every minute, our soldiers wished this time period could be measured in seconds. Unfortunately, limited by technology, the accuracy and frequency of measurement were lower than those of the enemy countries at the same time.
"Gunner! Depth charges ready for combat! Load depth charge guns No. 1 and No. 2 (P6Y series)! Prepare depth charge launchers! Main gun (130mm) ready! Load armor-piercing rounds! If the target dares to surface to periscope depth, engage it decisively!"
"Both engines forward three! Speed up to 20 knots! Silence on the entire ship!"
"Captain! Enemy position calculation complete! Based on the predictions from the 'Sea Eagle' minesweeper and our ship's sonar, the enemy submarine's expected course is as follows!"
Following the sonar operator's report, the navigator quickly drew a dotted line on the nautical chart with a red pen, and then heavily circled a certain location.
"Well done! Hard port! New course 030! Seize the bow direction of the enemy vessel!"
Yes, seizing the bow of the enemy submarine is somewhat similar to the "T" bow of the Bald Eagle. At this time, our naval anti-submarine tactics emphasize seizing advantageous positions in the bow or front of the submarine and using depth charges to inflict damage.
With the confirmation of the new route, the Anshan, an early maritime weapon of the People's Republic of China, was instantly unsheathed. On the foredeck, the heavy bases of two P6Y-1200 multiple rocket launchers rotated with a hydraulic hum, pointing towards the port bearing of 060. Beside the depth charge racks at the stern, sailors chanted commands as they pushed hundreds of kilograms of depth charges to their launch positions, preparing to set the fuse depth.
Inside the sonar cabin, the sonar operator, sweat beading on his forehead, stared intently at the slightly blurry display screen (early Soviet-made equipment), his ear pressed against the headset, straining to distinguish the active echo and possible target noise. He reported loudly: "Target heading stable 055! Speed approximately 4 knots! Depth… corrected to 60 meters! Still descending!"
The Anshan warship broke through the dense fog, its hull tilting slightly as it made a high-speed turn. The sonar operator's tense voice rang out again: "Report! The target's propeller noise has suddenly increased! Its bearing is changing rapidly! It has spotted us! Make an emergency turn and submerge to evade!"
"Want to run? It's not that easy!"
"Captain! What is the target's relative position?"
"Entered maximum firing range! Bearing: Port 045! Distance: Approximately 2800 meters!"
"Good! Gunnery officer!" The captain of the Anshan slammed his fist on the command platform. "Target bearing: port 045! Distance: 2800 meters! P6Y-1200, one salvo! Fire!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" — Twelve P6Y-1200 rocket-propelled depth charges, trailing blazing flames, roared deafeningly like angry fire dragons as they shot violently from the launch tubes, tracing high arcs in the air and crashing down on a fan-shaped area of sea ahead of the submarine's predicted course!
Immediately afterwards, a heavy metallic clang and the rattling of chains came from the stern—several high-yield depth charges, pre-set at their depths, were pushed into the sea, slowly sinking with a death sentence.
Dare to invade our borders?
Then be prepared to sink to the bottom!
Naval warriors, brimming with martial spirit, have always been like this: they'd rather take action than say a word!