On the night of December 8, 3 nautical miles away from the coastline of Fuzhou in the East China Sea, under the white moonlight, the sea looked like a huge Pelatus.
Two North Carolina-class battleships and six Cleveland-class light cruisers were parked quietly on the sea at this moment. Only the signal lights on the battleships were still flashing, like several mysterious behemoths in the darkness.
“Ice and snow accompanied by storm, thick fog and darkness,
Aurora flashes in the sky, huge romantic scrolls in the sky. "
“Sailors are like hunters, brave and never retreat;
A majestic battleship, as reliable as a partner. "
"The friendship of comrades is as long as death.
Dawn appears in front, and the red light reflects the sea and sky. "
…
The loud singing resounded across the sea. It was naturally the sailors on several warships singing. After all, there were not many entertainment options on warships.
Note: The battleship names are too long, so from now on, the two Nanda battleships are named Zhulong and Xiangliu, and the two North Carolina battleships are called Canglong and Zhuyan.
In the bridge command room of the Canglong battleship, Xu Yunfeng, like Deng Shichang, was now promoted to the rank of rear admiral and served as the captain of the battleship.
The signal corps opened the hatch and reported: "Report to captain, the general headquarters sent a secret message, asking us to leave Fuzhou tomorrow, follow the coastline to Xiamen, and be responsible for suppressing Sun Chuanfang's fleet in Zhangzhou Bay."
After hearing this, Xu Yunfeng's face showed excitement, "Okay, please call back immediately and tell me that our department has received the military order and will act in accordance with the order tomorrow."
First Officer Jing Hong took the information handed over by the signal corps, read it carefully, and couldn't help but muttered: "Captain, Sun Chuanfang's navy is too weak."
"How dare you claim to be a Kewei fleet? The total displacement of these three old and leaky armored cruisers is no more than that of one of our light cruisers..."
"Haha, Chief Officer Jing, you are belittling our national defense army by comparing Sun Chuanfang with us."
"Today, except for our East China Sea Fleet, the total displacement of all the warships in the hands of the warlords in China is only 42,000 tons, and the total displacement of our eight warships out for training is 140,000 tons."
Xu Yunfeng took the information from the first deputy's hand and couldn't help but shake his head after reading it, "Okay, first officer, don't tell me, this Fujian province's Sun Chuanfang is really good at pretending. He has such a small fortune and dares to call himself fleet."
The deputy captain, Zhao Li, was a little worried about the situation of the frigate. "Captain, the navigable watershed of Wulong River is not as good as that of the Yangtze River. Do you think our frigate task force can reach Minhou and Minqing of Wulong River on time?" Basin, will you support the Army’s cross-river campaign tomorrow?”
"There should be no big problem. The average water depth in the lower reaches of the Wulong River from Fuzhou to Gutian can reach 5 meters, and the ship navigation capacity is still very good."
Xu Yunfeng also gave Zhao Li a shot in the arm, "According to the intelligence of the Fuso Kingdom, the Fuso people had dispatched the Hinoki destroyer with a standard displacement of 755 tons under the United Fleet as early as 1918, and entered the Wulong River Basin smoothly. We have reached the Gutian River Basin in the middle section of the Wulong River, so the frigate is absolutely fine."
Many military fans may have never heard of this so-called demon-class frigate, because this is not the ship Lu Xiaojia purchased from the system at all.
This is a frigate self-developed by Hudu Merchants Shipyard. It has a standard displacement of 753 tons, a full load displacement of 858 tons, a maximum speed of 30 knots, a length of 81 meters, a width of 8 meters, a draft of 2.4 meters, and a crew of 98.
The armaments include 2 Mk12 127mm naval guns, 3 Mk22 76mm secondary guns, 6 M2 machine guns, and 70 Mark 6 depth bombs.
This kind of firepower is already armed to the toes among frigates, and its displacement is small, so it can sail into the inland river basins of China to fight.
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Late at night, in Minhou City, Fujian Province, there is a deep house with complete pavilions and pavilions.
"Ah! Ah! Ah..."
Ma Yuanlang, commander of the 26th Zhizhi Division, was enthusiastically practicing horseback archery in his room at the moment.
Judging from his bulging veins, he seemed to be riding a war horse for the final charge.
Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, a panicked voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"It's not good, it's not good, Master, something bad has happened. Open the door quickly, I want to see Master!"
"No, Master is busy with business now. He is probably in a mood. You can't go in."
"Adjutant Mao, I think you know Master's temper, so you should wait here for a while!"
The two guards at the door still wanted to stop him, but to his surprise, the adjutant refused to listen at all, "We still have to wait for the chicken feathers, wait for the day lilies to get cold, and the warships of the Patriot Army have arrived at Bailongkou!"
Ma Yuanlang in the room was frightened when he heard this, and quickly put on his pants and opened the door.
"Adjutant Mao, what did you just say? There are several warships of the Patriot Army. Didn't our mountain artillery battalion deployed at Bailongkou fire at them?"
Adjutant Mao wiped the sweat from his face, "Master, according to Commander Xiong of the Shanpao Battalion, there are eight warships in the Patriot Army this time. Commander Xiong saw that the enemy was very powerful and was afraid that he would not be able to defeat the naval guns and expose his position. We lost strength, so we did not fire on the warships on the river..."
When he learned that the eight warships of the Patriot Army had successfully passed through the Bailongkou of the Wulong River, Ma Yuanlang's blood surged and he slapped his adjutant directly and roared:
"Made, why the hell didn't you report earlier!"
"And this Xiong Jie, he dared to let Lu Xiaojia's warships pass Bailongkou without firing a shot, and missed the last chance to repel these warships. I want to report this to Marshal Qi and scratch this coward alive. guy!"
The fact that Lu Xiaojia owns a fleet of unknown size has actually been known to everyone for a long time.
After all, whether it was Qi Xieyuan, the 18th Fuso Division, the destruction of the Revenge Fleet, or some ships of the East China Sea Fleet, they were all blatantly involved.
Sun Chuanfang was naturally not deaf. In order not to make the same mistake again, this time he specially handed over the precious field artillery regiment he had established with a lot of money to Ma Yuanlang's command.
This field artillery regiment is quite powerful, equipped with 36 Schneider M1897 75mm field guns, and is deployed at Bailongkou, the most dangerous part of the Wulong River.
It stands to reason that relying on the advantage of the terrain, as long as the field artillery regiment seizes the opportunity to fire, it should be able to damage the warships of the Patriot Army and make them retreat.
Unexpectedly, the leader of this field artillery regiment was actually a softie, and he directly let in the enemy warships. This magical operation caught Ma Yuanlang off guard.
"Xiong Jie, my grass#￥Nima%&ancestor$#..." Then he greeted all the women of the eighteen generations of Xiong Jie's ancestors in turn.
Ma Yuanlang calmed down a little and did not dare to delay any longer. He quickly asked his men to prepare their vehicles and prepare to go to Minhou's Jiang defense position in person.
Just kidding, his immediate superior Sun Chuanfang issued a death order, asking him to join forces with Gankui of the 21st Division, plus two garrison brigades.
River defense fortifications were built between the three cities of Minhou, Minqing and Shuikou on the south bank of the Wulong River, relying on the natural moat of the Wulong River to block the offensive of the Patriot Army.
As a result, Lu Xiaojia's warships are now attacking, which means that the Patriot Army will attack tomorrow.
If Sun Chuanfang is quickly pushed away by the Patriot Army again this time, he and Sun Qiankui will definitely be killed before Sun Chuanfang goes out.
The next day, that is, at five o'clock in the morning on December 9, the surface of the Wulong River was still covered with wave fog, and the milky white fog floated gently like a gauze curtain.
Eight demon-class frigates lined up in a line, dropped their anchors, and hid in the Zhuqi Gorge of the Wulong River.
Zhuqi Gorge is about 7 kilometers long and is located between the two cities of Minhou and Minqing. The ever-flowing Wulong River runs through the gorge, and there are steep cliffs on both sides.
Therefore, there is no direct military garrison here. After all, the Patriot Army is not Spider-Man.
Sun Chuanfang's 2nd Division and 2 Brigades were all deployed in the three cities of Minhou, Minqing, and Shuikou. These cities had large flat river beaches along the river, making them the best choice for crossing the river.
Captain Jiang Feng, the captain, was standing on the bow deck of the ship, looking at the bottomless river and waiting for news.
Their frigates nest here to prevent accidental damage from the Air Force. After all, the Boeing B29 is a strategic bomber, and its bomb delivery accuracy is far inferior to that of a dive bomber.
If we accidentally drop aerial bombs on the heads of these frigates when bombing the Zhijiang Army's Jiang defense positions, it will not be a proper attack on friendly forces.
Therefore, their eight frigates cannot go out until the air force's mindless bombing is over.
The chief engineer came behind Jiang Feng with a cup of coffee, "Captain, the water here looks dark. It should be the deepest basin of the Wulong River."
Jiang Feng took the coffee, pointed to both sides of the river and said: "Lao Zhang, you guessed it right this time. The average water depth here is 35 meters, but you also missed a little. This is not only the deepest point, but also the widest part of the Wulong River." , there is at least 400 meters wide between the two gorges..."
The chief engineer took out a cigarette, lit it, and took two puffs. "Captain Jiang, you are from Fujian Province, but you know Wulongjiang so well."
"I'm not from Fujian Province. My hometown is Yunlin, a treasure island. The information about Wulongjiang in mainland China was something I read in a book written by Fusang people."
Jiang Feng took out a Japanese version of "China's Inland River Hydrology" from his pocket and handed it to the chief engineer. He shook his head helplessly and continued:
"The Japanese's wolf ambition is obvious, we must guard against it... I really hope that the commander-in-chief can unify the mainland now, and then send troops to take back my hometown treasure island."
