If a huge cargo ship of more than 80,000 tons collided with the Sao Paulo of more than 30,000 tons, putting aside the humiliation, the Brazilian Navy's status as the boss would be lost.
"The other party is changing course. It's basically okay." Captain Li Mu put down the radio, his palms were sweaty and he was still frightened.
"call……"
Hearing the words coming from the radio, everyone standing there breathed a sigh of relief.
False alarm!
Fortunately, there was no misjudgment. It turned out to be a normal training mission and not specifically coming for them.
Even so, no one dared to take it lightly, for fear that the other party would be suspicious of the enemy.
"Zero, the analysis idea is good." Captain Fugu held a telescope, looked through the bridge's protective glass, and observed the Brazilian Navy aircraft carrier battle group approaching slowly at different angles. He gave Zhou Hai a thumbs up and praised.
Zhou Hai shook his head slightly: "It's nothing. Only when you pass the other side will you be truly safe."
The analysis of ideas is not 100% accurate. If the opponent suddenly strikes, this is also a possibility.
Slow and tense time passed by minute by second, and the distance between the two parties gradually shortened.
More than twenty minutes later, the aggressive aircraft carrier battle group, exuding the aura of a maritime hegemon, passed by the Qiongfeng at a safe distance, without any abnormality.
"Goodbye, St. Paul."
"Goodbye, Poor Crazy."
In the public radio channel, the captain Li Mu and the male correspondent on the opposite side once again greeted and cared for each other, extended their blessings, and then said goodbye.
Li Mu shows the elegance of an oriental country, while St. Paul reveals the elegance and courtesy of a maritime overlord.
However, the aircraft carrier battle group that often bullies the Argentine Navy does not know that the Domewind, dressed in the skin of a little white sheep, transports third-generation semi-high-performance fighter jets from the Eastern countries in the northern hemisphere, as well as the most elite flight instructors.
The Green Dragon and Blue Bird can easily defeat a large number of children such as the second-generation and half-level Mirage III fighter jets and F-5E fighter attack aircraft.
After a false alarm, we bid farewell to the USS Sao Paulo aircraft carrier battle group. Not long after, the "Poor Crazy", as others called it, sailed past the southernmost point of South America. It immediately changed its course from due east to northeast, crossing a wide and deep place. The bottom of the Drake Passage.
Then, it bypassed the Fire Island Province in Argentina and changed its course to due north again, facing the fertile land that was once the backyard of the world police with a harmless appearance.
The eight high-performance fighter jets transported in the cargo hold, plus three deadly advanced air-to-air missiles, are about to welcome their new owners.
…
The sky was clear, the sky was blue, and the sun was shining brightly.
The scorching sun hangs in the sky, releasing light and heat, dispelling the deep chill of winter in the southern hemisphere.
After the last day and a half of sailing, passing through the waters between São Co Province and the Falklands, the Dome Wind crossed the final distance of more than a thousand kilometers and arrived at the Madryn Military and Civilian Port in Chupi Province.
"Buzz!"
The rich and melodious ship's whistle sounded all around, and the Qiongfeng, loaded with cargo, gradually moved closer to the third berth with the help of the tugboat.
The large container crane, with the English characters "Made in China" painted on its entire body in red, is ready and will start unloading the cargo just as the Qiongfeng docks.
"We're finally here." Zhou Hai, wearing winter clothes, stood on the edge of the ship's side, looking at the Madeline Military Port with a light layer of ice and snow on the surface, and let out a breath.
This exotic port is full of cultural elements of South American style and Argentinian customs, which makes people feel novel.
In the next four months, he will start teaching about the blue sky in this strange and fertile land.
A dozen mid-level officers and soldiers belonging to the Alfang Air Force stood on the heavily guarded port. A few minutes later, the Qiongfeng docked steadily, tied a thick metal cable, and built a disembarkation ladder.
The prepared Zhou Hai and three members of the flight instructor team, plus four armed guards, left the Qiongfeng cargo ship first according to the original plan. Led by a Lieutenant Colonel Alfang officer, they left the port by car and headed straight to the The apron in the military port area.
At the same time, members of the Chengluo Ma technical group, ground support squadron and guard troops, led by the person in charge, disembarked from the ship in an orderly manner, bidding farewell to the Qiongfeng, which had lived for more than half a month, and set foot on this strange land.
They gathered in formation and waited quietly. They had to follow the export fighters, three types of missiles and related supporting equipment.
After all our own personnel disembarked, the large cranes at the Madryn Port entered working mode, unloaded the special containers as quickly as possible and placed them one by one into the container transport vehicles.
quick!
Everything has to be fast!
In addition to providing armed support, this secret transportation also needs to shorten the transportation time and reduce risks as much as possible.
Military port apron area.
An SA-330 'Puma' medium-sized helicopter painted in military green with the Albanian Army logo on the tail is parked quietly in the center. The fuselage is relatively new and has been well maintained. The body is in good condition.
"Dear flight instructors, please get out of the car. We will arrive at Fat Base in this army helicopter."
After the military vehicle stopped, Lieutenant Colonel A Fang opened the passenger door. His face was slightly red and he was a little embarrassed, and he introduced to everyone.
"This thing?" Captain Fugu was a little confused after getting out of the car.
"Damn it, the Army SA-330 helicopter, the Air Force is doing too badly, isn't it?"
Shui Lian, who was wearing a down jacket, adjusted her slightly tilted hat and looked at the classic helicopter that once traversed the entire Middle East battlefield on the open-air tarmac with some surprise.
"I'm sure I'll rent it from the Army." Lychee sighed.
Looking at this Jaguar helicopter that seemed to have been in service for decades, even Zhou Hai couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth: "..."
awful!
It's too awful!
The entire Air Force is so miserable that it doesn't even have a single helicopter and has to rent it from the Army Aviation Corps. It lacks the respect, status and demeanor of a first-class person in the three major services.
"Dear flight instructors, I'm sorry. This is the most sincerity we can show. Please forgive me."
Looking at the expressions of everyone, Lieutenant Colonel Al Fang, although he could not understand Chinese, understood its meaning. His face turned even redder, his right hand hidden behind his back clenched and relaxed, revealing inexplicable emotions in his heart, and he apologized softly.
There are not even helicopters to transport guests. To be honest, this is like a great shame for the once glorious Albanian Air Force.
Unfortunately, reality is so cruel and ruthless.
Moreover, this Army SA-330' Jaguar helicopter numbered 013 is also the one in the best service condition among the Army's many Jaguars.
"It's okay, Lieutenant Colonel Somer. We don't mean to be dissatisfied. Thank you very much for your hospitality. Everyone, please come on board." Captain Fugu came back to his senses, smiled, expressed in proficient and standard English that it was okay, and then signaled to everyone on board.
