The first-generation 091-class nuclear submarine equipped by the Chinese Navy at that time was so noisy that it could be detected just after leaving the port. It was just a simple solution to the embarrassing situation of "creating something from scratch". Not only was the internal electronic system backward, but the most important thing about the submarine was its silence. The performance is almost non-existent and far behind the trend of the times.
Without quiet performance, it is a living target in a war.
But things are different now. After day and night development, the latest improved Type 093G attack nuclear submarine, whose onboard electronic equipment has benefited from the development of the new era, is far superior to the Cheyenne, a later improved Los Angeles-class attack nuclear submarine.
The effect in terms of noise is not bad at all, both sides are at the same level.
"093G? I forgot about this. If we really run into each other, I would like to communicate with them to let them understand the power of the Cheyenne and the US Navy." After hearing this reminder, Vice Captain Boll suddenly realized the problem. Zai, shook his head and said.
"Times are changing and we must not let down our guard."
Yuri held the coffee, looked at the unfamiliar signal parameters displayed by the integrated sonar system, and whispered.
To be able to serve as the top commander of the Cheyenne at the age of thirty and with the rank of major, Yori is a genius. He not only has a profound naval background, but also has excellent skills and forward-looking vision.
Although staying up late on duty made him physically exhausted, his mind was extremely clear and he understood one thing deeply - times are changing!
Our own position as the world's largest navy is being challenged. The Chinese Navy, which owns the southern sea area, is booming at an unprecedented speed and strengthening its own strength.
It is about to have a second conventionally powered aircraft carrier battle group, and a third conventionally powered aircraft carrier is already under construction. There are even rumors that the opponent’s fourth aircraft carrier will use nuclear power and electromagnetic catapult. Its tonnage and advanced level will reach the same level as The equivalent of a Ford-class aircraft carrier.
Of course, Yuri does not believe this unrealistic statement, but there is one thing that is understandable, that is, the opponent is trying to catch up, or even surpass!
The southern seas are no longer the bathtub of the US Navy.
"You're right, Yuri, this is a very important awareness. The Chinese call it the awareness of worry. Our navy must not indulge in its glorious past. Fortunately, those guys who can only play tricks also understand it. threaten."
Bol, who was nearly forty-three years old, shook his head, looked at the young Yoli, and couldn't help but feel a sense of difference in his heart. He sighed, nodded and said.
"I once read the famous Chinese book "Mencius", and I liked the sentence in it the most." Captain Yue Nei's face was calm, and his eyes gradually deepened.
Bol asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"
"Born in sorrow, died in happiness."
In the command cabin of the Cheyenne nuclear submarine, which has a narrow space, a standard and powerful Mandarin sentence resounded.
Quiet,
silence,
The atmosphere inside the cabin was a bit solemn.
"Uh... I don't understand Chinese. This language is too complicated."
After a long time, Vice Captain Boll scratched his head, a little confused, and broke the silence in the cabin softly: "What does this sentence mean?"
Chinese?
Well, learning this thing is simply more troublesome than encountering the Russian Yasen-class fourth-generation attack nuclear submarine.
"The sense of worry you mentioned was coined two thousand three hundred years ago and has been passed down to this day. I like this sentence the most."
Captain Yori smiled: "Keep waiting. We will surface at 12 o'clock tonight and stay for 10 minutes to let everyone take a breath. Vice Captain, the command will be temporarily transferred to you. I am going to take a rest."
"No problem, Captain!" Bol raised his hand in salute and reported in a low voice.
In the life of submarine officers and soldiers, the world's universal rule is that everything must be as quiet as possible. The loud noises imagined cannot exist at all.
Loud?
Just wait to copy the disciplinary rules for one day and one night.
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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half a month has passed.
For the cargo ship Domewind, which sails in the waters south of the equatorial Pacific Ocean, the only thing that is different after leaving Fiery Cross Island and crossing the Sulu Sea and the high seas of Sulawesi is that there is no threat from pirates.
The world-famous Somali pirates do not have the ability to wreak havoc in the Pacific Ocean. They picked up the AK-47 and RPG individual rocket launchers that are synonymous with them, and robbed freighters to extort high ransoms.
There was no risk of piracy. The cargo ship Qiongfeng, dressed in the skin of a little white sheep, sailed unimpeded along the equatorial windless zone without any interception. It successively passed through the scope of activities of the US Seventh Fleet and the scope of influence of the Guam base.
Immediately afterwards, the cargo ship Domewind passed through the waters of northwest Australia and northwest New Zealand, then crossed the southern Pacific Ocean with a width of more than 8,000 kilometers, and arrived at the Drake Strait that separates South America and Antarctica.
The Drake Strait is the widest and highest average water depth in the world. It is located on the edge of the southern cold zone, with Antarctica on one side and Chile and Argentina on the other. Before the Panama Canal was dug, it was an important shipping channel in the world. One of the golden lifelines in the maritime industry.
However, it is completely different from the poetic and picturesque scenery imagined. The climate in the Drake Passage is now in the cold winter season.
The sky was slightly dark, covered with clouds, and the surrounding sea was dark blue, almost black, like a pitch-black abyss, eerie and terrifying.
On the vast sea surface, there are white ice floes of different sizes everywhere, numerous in number and densely packed.
Here, there is almost no trace of life, and the temperature is already minus 25 degrees Celsius.
"We'll be arriving at Cape Froward soon. We'll reach our destination in two days. I've had enough of this boat."
At the edge of the ship's side, the metal railings were already frozen. Zhou Hai was wearing a thick red down jacket, warm pants, his iconic big hat, and a complete set of warm-weather clothes. He looked at the towering lighthouse standing on the land dozens of nautical miles ahead, shaking his head. He shook his head and sighed.
Cape Froude, the southernmost point of South America, belongs to the long and narrow country of Chile. After a long voyage of twenty-two days, the Domewind finally arrived here after overcoming all obstacles and waves.
To be honest, as soon as Zhou Hai started to experience the novelty of taking a boat, his life became very boring.
slow!
Painfully slow.
It can only travel about 900 kilometers 24 hours a day, which is far inferior to the J-10D Fire Dragon that can fly 900 kilometers in one hour, let alone civilian flights.
Unfortunately, the plan of taking a civil airliner to arrive in Argentina first is not feasible at all. There is no way, there is no direct flight between the two sides.
As for the transfer?
Secrecy aside, what do four Air Force fighter pilots think when they step onto an airport on another country's territory?
If something goes wrong, who is responsible?
