On the evening of New Year's Eve, it is still a time when the weather is warm and then cold.
As the sun sets, the temperature in Lantang Strait drops sharply. The salty sea breeze blows through a burst of cool air and blows through the navigation beacon antenna at the top of the Haikou ship. The air flow squeezed through the gap between the data link antennas, and then formed a mournful and melodious roar, like the cry of an animal about to die of thirst before it dies.
Following the trajectory of the airflow, we can see that the entire deck is covered with mottled blood, and white feathers can be seen from time to time among the messy bullet casings. The sea breeze calmly blew across the deck, past the bow of the ship, and blew past the hot gun barrels to the sea. A wisp of wind gently stirred the bright red waves as usual, and then continued all the way without looking back. Blows far away.
Deep inside the warship, the CIC Combat Intelligence Center, as the "nervous head" of the entire fleet, is hidden in thick armor and a circle of cabins.
In the small war room, the combat command system hummed regularly, and the multi-module screen was emitting a bright blue light, which reflected on the faces of several non-commissioned officers, creating a sense of solemnity.
Under the light, busy figures can be seen walking in front of the command podium. The clerk sitting in front of the podium is assessing the losses of the last battle. There are also sonar operators, radar operators, and signal operators reporting to the coordination officer some incomprehensible things. The data.
In the command room next door, several department chiefs wearing navy blue military uniforms had different opinions on how to support the offshore. The first mate was sitting at the table looking at the chart and frowning in thought. There were many people in front of the fleet command seat, including tactical officers, weapons supervisors, intelligence officers and other important personnel, but the captain was the only one missing.
As time passed by, the smell of gunpowder in the command room became stronger and stronger.
People were talking to each other about their opinions, and an officer with a big beard rushed to say: "What are you waiting for? Let the Marines come in."
The intelligence officer on the opposite side objected: "No, there are too many uncontrollable factors during the landing process, and we cannot let our brothers die."
The bearded officer was panting and seemed very incomprehensible: "If we don't allow support, are we just going to watch all our brothers in the army die? We Nanhai people can't do such a thing if we don't save them!"
The intelligence officer was also excited: "Nonsense! Our warships also have responsibilities, so how can we leave without authorization? Everyone performs their duties. This is the plan made before the war. If something goes wrong here because of our recklessness, If we ultimately miss the strategic goal, then you and I will be the sinners of the entire port city base."
Someone advised him to make peace: "Old Liu, calm down. The point is that our troops on the shore are fighting with mutant creatures, and firing cannons will cause accidental damage. Without cannons, what is the use of warships near the shore? And you see Here we are, there are too many mutant crabs offshore, so sending a landing craft up now is just to deliver food to others."
The bearded officer puffed his beard and glared: "Being a soldier means fighting. If you're afraid of this or that, why do you want to be a soldier? Do you think you can just let go because you're afraid of killing people? I don't accept it!"
The intelligence officer responded tit-for-tat: "No, as I said before, there have been too many changes in the ocean since the end of the world, and we cannot allow soldiers to risk their lives. Dove Mountain Area
The brigade can still hold on. What we need to do now is to stand our ground and never make unnecessary sacrifices. "
"Okay, if you don't go, I will! Give me a team of people, and I will fight these mutated creatures with real swords and guns!"
The officer who persuaded us to make peace suddenly became angry: "Comrade Captain! What are you doing! Are you going to die? Sit down! If we go, the warship will cover us with artillery fire."
Others also tried to persuade me: "Yes, yes, Lao Liu, please sit down first. Adjutant Shen is here, isn't he? No matter how anxious you are, you still need the consent of the Operation Officer."
"Yes, Major Shen. Just tell me what to do!"
Annoyed by the noise, he stood up with a heavy hand on the table and said with a gloomy expression: "Is there nothing to do? Go back and do what you should do. Do you want to rebel if you stay here without leaving?"
"Adjutant Shen..."
"Whoever dares to disobey orders on the battlefield will be sent to a military court!" He sat back with his arms crossed and gritted his teeth to emphasize, "The mission remains unchanged. The Haikou ship is on standby offshore. If you have any objections, go directly to the captain."
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For a moment, several people looked at each other, and all of them were dumbfounded. The other party raised the banner of captain, making all their words ineffective. The last few people walked out of the command room angrily, leaving the heavy feeling of closing their eyes and concentrating inside the door.
"These guys really don't make people worry about it." The heavy man in front of the chart sighed and rubbed his temples. "I want to fight, but I don't dare to tell the captain face to face. They have to work together to act and instigate me."
He knew they didn't want to be scolded, but the problem was that he didn't want to either...
The intelligence officer's analysis was correct. There were no people on board the ship to land for combat before the war started. Now the best opportunity has been lost. Moreover, although the battle on the beach is urgent, the Haikou ship also has its mission, and it is better not to leave unless necessary.
Thinking of this, the heaviness becomes a little clearer. It is estimated that these old guys thought he must know something, so they came to find out.
It can be seen that Chief Officer Zhongchang is temporarily serving as the ship's tactical operations officer, responsible for leading the ship's CIC team and overseeing the entire ship's tactical operations. But the captain, who has the final intervention and veto power over the operational officer's tactical decisions, is nowhere to be found.
When I thought of that majestic captain, my heavy eyebrows twisted into knots unconsciously.
Counting the days, it has been eight years since the captain of this ship officially took over the position of captain of the previous Haikou ship. Over the years, they have been training, conducting military exercises, going out to sea to escort, and they have fought a lot of battles, but the captain is still the same.
To be precise, he doesn't look like a captain at all...
Often when there is a war, the captain will go aside and act as the adjutant, leaving all combat tasks to his adjutant. As for the captain himself, he either went to the open-air platform and put himself in danger, or wandered around in various cabins, stealing the work of ordinary operators from time to time, and living an addiction to live ammunition, and even called it a normalized inspection... …
On the other hand, the Haikou ship has performed hundreds of large and small tasks over the years, and it has never had any trouble. It is truly a miracle among miracles.
Perhaps this is due to the captain's observation of the public sentiment?
No, it is not accurate to say that she is unreliable, and it is even more wrong to say that she is unreliable.
Because I remember clearly that when the Haikou ship was in rare danger and the entire crew was in danger, the captain would always appear in the command center immediately. She couldn't help but take over the heavy work at hand, as if she knew the whole story clearly, as if she had a pair of eyes that could see the overall situation and a mind that knew everything, and no difficulties could stump her. .
Once that happens, the captain seems to be a different person.
The captain who only takes action personally when making major decisions or critical moments, and the unknown officer who has no airs and gets along with the soldiers, instantly becomes the captain who strategizes and wins decisively thousands of miles away.
If there is anyone on the entire ship whose tactical wisdom and strategic vision can make Zhong Chen admire him, that person is definitely the captain. Although she was two years younger than him and not as experienced as those middle-aged officers, this group of people only recognized her even if they trusted her.
That's right. If it weren't for the captain's charisma, why would he give up his senior position in the Guangzhou Military Region and follow her and Commander Chen to the South China Sea Fleet? He is willing to suffer at sea and travel for twelve years. Thinking about why he chose such a path in the first place, isn't it because he is born with a hard life?
With a wry smile, his heavy eyebrows suddenly relaxed a lot.
"Keep waiting. I hope... her judgment is right."
After saying that, he smiled heavily again. Even if the captain is wrong, so what? Even if you don't obey her orders, can you do better than her?
Speaking of which, if it weren't for her, the more than two hundred people on this boat would have fed the sharks in the Gulf of Aden ten years ago.
They should trust and believe in the captain's judgment, just like they gave their hope of life to the still immature naval officer ten years ago.
Shen Zhong knows very well that after the disaster, there will be a major change that has not been seen in a thousand years. Working alone and fighting alone will only wither early. Only a group with strong cohesion can go further.
A soldier is a soldier who follows orders and prohibitions. After making a choice, he follows the steps and obeys and executes it unconditionally.
Today they made a good choice again, just like that night in a foreign land ten years ago.
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But, my Lord Captain, when your poor adjutant with no human body is busy, how can you still have time to play outside...
She was probably observing from the bridge at the moment. After all, the glass windows there had the best view.
Alas, it is heart-wrenching to see people crushed to death at the official level. When will we, the workers, be able to stand up?
Henzhen suddenly clasped his hands together devoutly.
"Amitabha, I heavily curse you to be demoted tomorrow and become my little brother, oh no, my exclusive cook. Hum."
So a certain captain who was both beautiful and intelligent on the bridge suddenly sneezed at an inappropriate time.
"Spring cold? Strange..."
