In the entire plan, Chance is an important link carefully arranged by Miyazawa and his party. Since the beginning of the Soil War, he has shouldered an important mission.
Using "slander" to prompt Cleaver to rebel against the Crisis Planning Agency was his first task, including providing him with intelligence on the tracking and surveillance of the alert formation, and arranging a homesick banquet for the former Dark River Company military personnel on the deck. masterpiece.
It can be said that the reason why Clifford was able to make up his mind to rebel had a lot to do with his turning a deaf ear and fanning the flames.
After that, Chance, who gained Cliffor's trust, became his confidant. All of Cliffor's arrangements were immediately put into Li Jianfeng's hands without reservation.
Cleaver's rebellion provided a strong cover for Crisis Plan to secretly collect red soil resources in the Congo River Basin in the name of annihilating the rebels.
Although the Crisis Plan lost a considerable number of ocean-going vessels and several ships throughout the operation, all seemed insignificant against the irreplaceable red soil resources.
After arranging Zhang Puqiang and others, Qian Si returned to the command module.
"Fortunately, you showed up in time, otherwise, those people's conspiracy would have succeeded." Cleaver said to Chance as soon as he stepped into the cabin.
"But, I think..." Chance stared at Clifford and swallowed the words on his lips.
"What do you think?"
"Zhang Puqiang's statement is not unreasonable."
Clifford raised his head and motioned for him to continue.
"The goal of the Crisis Plan is to get the nearly 500 million tons of red soil. As for our rebellion, they don't seem to care." Chance paused and continued, "If they get the red soil, as for us, we belong to Taber Star people or Dark River Company, it doesn’t matter to them at all.”
"You mean, as long as we give up those red soils, we'll be safe?"
"You can say that, but, as you said, those red soils can enhance our status and wealth in the Dark River Company."
Clifford fell into deep thinking. The red soil and his own life seemed to be an either-or issue. If he wanted to have both at the same time, he might have to use external forces to achieve it.
"If we take the northern route, that is, follow the route of the Crisis Plan, it means that we can only save our lives but not have those red soil resources." Chance said.
"Does taking the southern route mean confrontation?"
"Yes!" Chance nodded, and then continued, "Zhang Puqiang is right. If we take the southern route, we are less than 1,000 nautical miles away from the area controlled by the Crisis Planning Agency, and they will launch an attack on us at any time."
Chance's words shocked Clifford's heart. After looking at the map, he turned his attention to him.
"Once they launch an attack on us, we only have four conventional submarines, and there is no suspense about the outcome."
"Aren't there 25 small Tiber starships above us? They can help us repel the Crisis Plan." Cleaver reminded.
"Hmph!" Chance sneered. After a moment, he suppressed his smile and said, "The Tiberians can repel the Crisis Plan's attack, but cannonballs don't have eyes. As long as one missile hits us The flagship, we will be buried in the sea."
Clifford's face became serious, and Chance's words hit his weak spot.
"In other words, even if the Tiberians wipe out all the invading Crisis Plan ships, what will happen? We have turned into cold corpses."
Seeing Clifford's expression becoming increasingly gloomy, Chance struck while the iron was hot: "Putting our lives on the Tiberians is nothing more than asking for a fish in the wood. Once the war breaks out, they won't care whether we live or die!"
"Huh..." Clifford took a long breath, and after a long time, he sighed, "Yes, it is really stupid to gamble with your own life."
An hour later, Cleaver's submarine formation led the ocean-going transport fleet heading north...
After replenishing supplies at a military port in northern Oceania, the formation will enter the Timor Sea, then cross the Arafura Sea and sail towards the Underwater Company.
Of course, supply is just an excuse. Once the entire formation enters the supply port controlled by the Crisis Planning Agency, only Cleaver's four submarines will leave.
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In their own territory, the Crisis Plan had ten thousand reasons to convince the Tiberians that the ocean-going transport fleet carrying red soil resources was unwilling to continue sailing, or that a "collective mutiny" had occurred for some reason.
Or something even more unexpected by the Tiberians might happen.
Raw rice is cooked rice, and the Taibo people have to accept it even if they don't accept it.
Perhaps aware of the Earthlings' intentions, the Tiberians' supreme commander sent an urgent notice to Snate.
This notice caused the originally jubilant command hall of the Supreme Military Executive Committee of the Crisis Planning Agency to fall into a dead silence.
Content of the notice: The Crisis Planning Agency is informed that the control of the ocean-going transport fleet has been taken over by Cleaver's submarine force. After the fleet is replenished at your port, it shall not be detained for any reason or excuse, otherwise it will be deemed to be related to A signal for all-out war to break out on our side!
The notice was like an ultimatum, completely disrupting the entire deployment of the Crisis Plan. It was also like a newly lit torch being forced into the water without even leaving any embers.
The atmosphere in the command hall was unusually cold and solemn. Snet, Li Jianfeng and Miyazawa were all silent. They looked at the cold and murderous notice on the communication screen and fell into endless despair.
This notice was like a blow in the head, catching the three of them off guard. When formulating the entire soil war strategy, the three of them had conducted a lot of deductions and predictions on the specific implementation plan, but this was the only one that they had not expected.
"It seems that we have to revise our previous strategy." Li Jianfeng said.
The stars were swirling around and the moonlit night was endless, but in an instant, a thick layer of clouds spread across the sky. The originally vast and bright starry sky was completely covered by the lead-gray clouds, and the entire sea surface became dim.
The sea is rolling with furious waves and huge waves. Thousands of ocean-going cargo ships, tugboats and other auxiliary vessels are lined up in a long queue, like giant dragons galloping on the vast sea as far as the eye can see.
This is the ocean-going fleet carrying red soil.
Below the surface is Cleaver's submarine formation, which is in charge of navigation.
At this moment, they are traveling at high speed on the northwest coast of Oceania, only 300 nautical miles away from the planned supply port.
A small banquet was being held in the flagship of the Cleaver submarine formation.
The small captain's lounge was crowded with the main people in charge of the flagship. They were the commander-in-chief Cleaver, the adjutant Chance, the first mate and the weapons officer.
A rusty round table was filled with delicacies and various famous wines. Seven people sat around the table, enjoying the smoothness of the food passing over their taste buds and the pleasure of the wine sliding down their throats under the soft music.
They were celebrating a piece of news they had just received, which was the notification from the Tiber Star that had left Li Jianfeng and the other three at a loss.
"Come! Let's have another drink!" Chance raised his wine glass high, with a delighted smile on his red face.
After a clinking of glasses, the seven people drank it all in one gulp.
Chance seemed to be unsatisfied. He picked up the wine bottle and couldn't wait to fill the glasses of the six people with wine.
"Come on, everyone, raise your glasses high and wish our Lieutenant Colonel Cleaver that he will continue to rise in Dark River Company and have a bright future!"
Clifford's face was red, and he drank happily after listening to Chance's compliments.
Another stream of flattering words floated in the lounge, and there was the sound of sips of fine wine being poured down the throat as cups were pushed and changed.
Gradually, there was no sound in the lounge. After the occasional sound of bottles being knocked over, it became completely quiet. After a while, the sound of everyone snoring could be heard.
"Creak!" The door to the lounge was pushed open, and Chance walked out unsteadily. He took out a blue pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. It was a quick-acting hangover pill.
He stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers toward the corridor, and left quickly.
As soon as Chance left, Zhang Puqiang led several people into the lounge. After a burst of dull gunfire, six people, including Clifford and the first mate, fell in a pool of blood.
Outside the submarine command cabin, Chance covered his exposed body armor with his uniform and strode into the cabin.
"Target 278 airspace, foreign enemies are invading, launch missiles immediately!" Chance ordered the combatants.
The combatants looked confused
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, they all stared at Chance with a serious face, a little at a loss.
A radar soldier scanned airspace 278, and his expression immediately turned panicky... How could there be any foreign enemies in this airspace? It was obviously the 25 small interstellar ships of the Tiberians that had been accompanying us all along!
Confusion was written on his face.
"Did you hear that? Target 278 airspace, launch missiles!" Chance yelled.
"Major Chance, are you mistaken?" the commander asked tremblingly.
"Excuting an order!"
"I want to ask Lieutenant Colonel Cleaver for instructions!"
Chance's face sank, and then he snapped his fingers, and saw Zhang Puqiang rushing in with a group of people, and they fired without any explanation.
Although the combatants also put up a brief resistance, they were eventually killed one by one because they were outnumbered.
After the smoke of gunpowder passed, the people led by Zhang Puqiang took over the corresponding combat positions.
Control of the entire submarine fleet was also taken over by Chance.
One minute later, 50 submarine-launched missiles were fired from four submarines. As huge waves broke through the sea, they rose into the sky and the missiles rushed towards the small Tiber starship formation above the ocean-going fleet. .
Two missiles locked onto a small Tiber starship.
The 25 small starships that were completely unprepared were caught off guard. They were so arrogant that they never expected that the submarine below them would launch submarine-launched missiles at them, so the biological protection barrier was not even opened.
Exploding fireballs exploded over the ocean-going fleet, and the fire lit up the entire sky. After the thick smoke, the wreckage of small interstellar spaceships fell into the dark sea one after another.
In less than 1 minute, 24 of the 25 small starships were shot down, and the only one was scarred but did not fall.
The small starship spacecraft reacted and immediately launched a counterattack. It dropped hundreds of drop-shaped metals as clean as silver onto the sea surface. As soon as these metals touched the sea surface, they plunged into the sea.
They maneuvered at high speed in the deep sea, quickly locked the positions of the four submarines, and rushed towards their respective targets at high speed...
"Start the underwater supercavitating projectile!" Chance ordered loudly.
Soon, four turbulent and dense tongues of flame were sprayed from the tails of the four submarines. Their speed was like a beam of underwater light, and they hit the incoming dense droplet-shaped metal in an instant.
Several fireballs exploded in the water. After the fire, 2 of the 4 submarines were hit.
The undulating explosions spread across the two submarines. The rapid explosions directly tore the submarine into pieces. In the burning fire, the fragments sank into the cold deep sea.
Chance realized that the second wave of attacks would come soon, and using underwater supercavitating projectiles would not be completely effective when locked by the enemy.
"Emergency dive!" he ordered.
The two submarines began an emergency dive. At this moment, two more drop-shaped metal balls were dropped into the sea.
Fortunately, after the two drop-shaped metal balls entered the water, the two submarines had successfully dived to the seabed.
They implanted.
"Turn off the engine and all infrared and electromagnetic signature signals!"
With the engines and various signaling facilities of the two submarines shut down, the submarines became completely silent on the seabed.
Even the lights used for lighting are completely turned off at this moment.
This type of submarine uses a large number of new materials and new processes on its hull surface. When the engine and all communication facilities are completely turned off, its radar reflection surface is about the same as that of a seal.
To search for these two submarines with signal characteristics similar to those of fish in the dark and vast depths of the sea is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The two drop-shaped metal balls lost their target. They scurried around like headless flies. Schools of fish in the sea and fish as big as seals became the targets of attack.
Balls of fire exploded in the deep seabed. After the fire, groups of fish turned into debris.
After the attack failed, the injured Tiberian's small starship flew away and disappeared into the dark sky.
Maybe it was just to escape, maybe it was to move reinforcements.
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