The current diving depth is 72 meters. According to the high-precision shipborne terrain digital simulation system, the submarine terrain ahead is constantly changing. The terrain appears as a submarine basin and the depth continues to increase.
In addition, the shipboard navigation system shows that the current navigation position of the submarine has entered the southern part of the Huangbu Sea and is about to border the outer reaches of the Donghua Sea.
For submarines, moving away from the offshore sea and increasing the depth of the water means that their concealment increases, which can maximize the silent performance of the hull itself.
This is a good thing.
However, this good thing is extremely embarrassing for Sea Wolf, whose overall strength of the hull is now declining.
High-sensitivity metal sensors all over the hull have detected thousands of metal cracks. These metal cracks are mainly concentrated above the waterline on the left side of the hull, causing the overall strength of the left shell to drop by 30% and the overall strength to drop by 12%.
The overall strength of the local shell dropped by 30%, which is an extremely terrible thing. Once the dive continues, as the pressure increases, the injuries in the left shell area affected by the high pressure will suddenly worsen, eventually leading to the destruction of the boat and the death of people. major tragedy.
According to the barrel principle, the overall strength is actually imaginary. The core factor that truly determines how deep a submarine dives does not depend on the area with the highest intensity, but rather the area with the lowest intensity.
Continuing to dive is likely to aggravate the sea wolf's injuries, causing secondary damage to the already damaged left side of the hull, and triggering a major accident.
If the current depth is maintained, the sea wolf will never be able to escape the other party's tracking and pursuit.
How to choose?
"Fuck, why the hell aren't the backups here yet?"
Commander Oliver's face was gloomy. He raised his right hand and looked at his watch. More than eight minutes had passed, and there was still more than one minute left before the next warning torpedo strike. Thinking about the situation he was facing, he couldn't help but curse inwardly. He too difficult.
too difficult.
Really, he's so difficult.
These damn support should have arrived a long time ago. Nearly fifty minutes have passed since the rescue signal was sent out, and not even a shadow has been seen.
Kaite Base is only 800 kilometers away from here. According to the support speed of fighter jets, flying at high subsonic speed, it only takes forty minutes to arrive.
The damn support hasn't arrived yet, either they were stopped by the other party, or they simply lost their way.
In fact, Oliver has one other option left, which is to float.
As long as he floats to the surface and raises the flag, the other party will not continue to press. However, this option is temporarily impossible for Oliver, although he has had the idea of rising before.
The submarine was forced to surface, which was a traditional naval surrender behavior that has been passed down since World War II. If Oliver dared to drive the Sea Wolf to the surface and surrender to the opponent, he could be sure that his career and future would be ruined.
Never float unless absolutely necessary.
"Sir, there are still 30 seconds left before the next torpedo strike." At this time, the young reserve sonar sailor in the sonar position immediately reminded him.
After experiencing so many rounds of torpedo strikes, everyone in the command cabin has already gained experience. According to the opponent's strike rules, a torpedo strike will be carried out about once every 10 minutes. In this way, they will be warned and forced.
As soon as the words came out, the sailors and grassroots team leaders in the command cabin made preparations to resist the impact as if they were conditioned reflexes.
Watching this scene, Commander Oliver was a little silent. These lovely children, undergoing tests again and again in the dark and silent sea, have grown into truly qualified submarine sailors in just tens of minutes.
This is one of the few gains from this experience.
"Everyone be prepared for impact."
Oliver took a deep breath and once again issued the reminder that he had said countless times. He fastened his seat belt, put his hands around his chest, curled up slightly, made a standard anti-impact posture, and responded with the first officer beside him.
what to do?
What should I do?
"Countdown to the next torpedo strike, 10, 9, 8... 4, 3, 2, 1, detected torpedo strike entering the water on the way, weight 300 kilograms, water entry point... 300 meters!" read the young sonar combatant. At the end of the countdown, a dull and short sound of a torpedo entering the water instantly came to my ears. The voiceprint information was extremely familiar. While reporting the basic information of the torpedo entering the water, I checked the water entry distance. When I saw that the water entry point was 300 meters away, the sound was extremely Bitter.
300 meters!
Another 300 meters!
What does the other party want to do?
Want their lives?
No one answered the questions that haunted the sailors.
After reporting the situation, the sailor who prepared the sonar immediately pressed the switch of the device's safe mode, took off the earphones, and prepared for impact.
"boom!"
The explosion came as promised.
The command cabin was violently bumpy, and various military paper documents, signature pens and other items were scattered on the floor. Most people were forced to change their body postures under the high impact force, and their limbs and necks were impacted to a certain extent, causing soft tissue damage. contusion.
Almost all the sailors and team leaders sitting on the chairs had stiff necks, and the sailors in the rest of the cabin also suffered varying degrees of injuries.
After a few seconds, Sea Wolf regained its balance. The main computer on board showed that the hull moved 20 centimeters laterally due to the impact.
"Report the situation, recover quickly, reset the torpedo strike countdown, give me the hull data, kids, cheer up!" In the chaotic command cabin, Oliver shook his dizzy head, recovered a little, and stood up immediately Stand up and issue various orders as quickly as possible.
After hearing Oliver's order, the sailors quickly woke up and restored order while understanding the situation of the boat.
The newly added torpedo strike countdown on the large screen was reset and started counting at 10:00. At the same time, the onboard computer received data transmitted from the high-sensitivity metal detector on the hull. The right side of the hull was severely damaged, and the shock wave caused Metal cracks appear on the surface of the casing.
"Reporting to the commander, the overall strength of the hull has dropped by 11.8%, and the overall strength of the right side hull has dropped by 29%. The sensor shows that metal cracks have occurred in the right side of the hull. The overall strength of our boat has reached 76.2%. The left and right hulls have been severely damaged. Currently, The strength of the shell can only support sneaking to a depth of 150 meters."
"Reporting to sir, there is a malfunction in the forward auxiliary engine room, and there are three pipeline leaks. The sailors are making emergency repairs. The remaining cabins are in good condition and there are no accidents."
"Sir, the 424th to 435th anechoic tiles, the 529th to 531st anechoic tiles, the 596th anechoic tiles, and the 601st to 609th anechoic tiles have fallen off, a total of 23 pieces. "
"Sir, the bow sonar shows that the explosion point is located 305 meters to the right."
Good guy, the opponent also plays a symmetrical hand.
After listening to the reports of the sailors, Oliver seemed calm and relaxed at this time. He was no longer as angry as he was at the beginning, feeling as if his dignity had been provoked.
dignity?
Sorry, in front of torpedoes, all living beings are equal, and others don't care about your dignity and personality.
"The forward auxiliary engine room is ordered to complete emergency repairs within ten minutes. The speed remains unchanged and the diving depth remains unchanged. Children, we must hold on, support will be coming soon."
Oliver stared at the big screen, looking at the red damaged area displayed on it, nodded, looked at a group of silent sailors, and encouraged: "This difficulty will not trouble us, nor will it trouble us, the world's most powerful people." The best submarine sailor ever!"
"Yes, sir!" Hearing Oliver's encouragement, all the sailors were stunned for a moment, and all of them felt a sense of enthusiasm in their hearts, and they cheered up again.
"Damn support, damn support, please come quickly. If you don't come, I really can't hold it anymore..." Oliver looked at the sailors who seemed to be very motivated, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and silently prayed that damn it Support can come quickly because he knows that his and the sailors' endurance is limited.
Two rounds of torpedo strikes at close range of 300 meters almost pushed Sea Wolf and Oliver to a dead end.
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East China Sea, central region.
"Groan!" The sharp and high roar of the aviation engine resounded through the sky. This was the roar of the F100-PW-220 turbofan engine.
The four F-15Cs, fully loaded with ammunition and fuel, were divided into three combat teams, shuttled through the sky, drawing beautiful and elegant arcs, and exchanged friendly greetings with the four J-11BHs in the airspace. There are two J-10As holding the formation in the distance.
These four F-15Cs come from Kaite Base.
