Chapter 622: 622 submarine
Chapter 622 622 Submarine
Several pilots who were frightened from the moment they fell into the water almost cried. They were dragged onto the unique submarine in the world, lying on the deck full of seawater, gasping for air.
"Hurry! Help me pull him up!" The electromechanical officer who had been dragging the co-pilot shouted loudly, hoping for help to get the unconscious co-pilot to the submarine: "He is injured!"
It's just that the sailor who jumped into the sea ignored his words and just pushed him onto the submarine. While pushing, he explained: "He's dead!"
A few people actually didn’t know that they had been dragging a body floating on the sea more than an hour ago, and they never gave up until they were rescued.
"You are all good." The captain of the submarine stood on the command shell of the submarine, looked down at several people, and shouted loudly.
Knowing that he had lost one of his men, the captain sat there silently. He was soaked all over. Although the sea water was not cold, he was in a bad mood now.
"It would have been better if you had come earlier. If you had come earlier... he might not have died." The bombardier murmured quietly, hugging a sailor who handed him a cigarette.
"I have been dead for a while, and we are not here for you." The sailor spread his hands and said helplessly: "You should thank God, we just happened to pass by here."
"You are not here to save us?" The pilot looked surprised. He thought that this unseen ship that emerged from the bottom of the sea was here to look for them.
"No, we are engineering and technical personnel testing this ship, and there are several representatives of the Navy... This project is still in a highly confidential stage, so few people in the Navy know our existence." A person next to him said with a smile. The man in glasses explained.
This battleship has not yet entered naval service, and everything is in the testing stage. Except for some naval submarine officers and soldiers who were studying on submarines, only some of the Tang Dynasty's senior officials knew that there was such a warship.
Even now, this battleship does not have its own name. When mentioning this battleship, it is always replaced by "that battleship".
"We have just been testing some... special functions of this battleship." Due to confidentiality, even though the pilots have seen everything, the people on the submarine still cannot mention "diving", "diving", " "Submarine" is such a sensitive word.
"If we hadn't seen your orange vests, observed you carefully for a while, and confirmed your identities, we wouldn't have even floated." He said while pointing to the height where the captain was: "You We should thank our captain, he is a good man.”
"Thank you! I am the captain of the Flying Fortress bomber No. 397. This is my bombardier, electromechanical officer, and navigator... I ask you to help me take the body of the co-pilot back."
"This is not easy..." When they heard that they were going to take a body back, a group of people on the submarine looked embarrassed: "We have no way to preserve the body."
It's not that they are taboo about anything, but... they are a submarine, and the ventilation inside the boat is not very good. If you add a corpse inside, the smell... can almost kill someone.
“We are an air force and we don’t have a tradition of burial at sea.” The captain raised his head and looked at the captain above him.
The captain hesitated for a few seconds, and then ordered: "Put it in the empty launch tube. Let our people carry it, you... forget it, follow us in."
He was still thinking about keeping the matter secret, but he thought that leaving these air force pilots outside was really not an option, so he could only give up the idea of keeping it secret for the time being and prioritize rescuing people.
So, a few people entered the submarine and saw another unique scene.
There are complicated pipelines and precise instruments everywhere. Even pilots who are used to seeing complicated instruments can only be amazed at this moment.
Even if the purpose of these instruments were not marked on the dials, they would not even be able to understand what the huge valves under these instruments are used for.
It is different from familiar transport ships, and even completely different from battleships. The interior of the submarine was entirely illuminated by lights. It was dark, stuffy, cramped, and the air was filled with a disgusting, weird smell.
The smell of men's underwear and socks, mixed with the weird smell of diesel, with the body fragrance of not taking a shower for seven or eight days, supplemented by the musty smell of rotten food...
Do you think this is all? No, this is just the beginning. All the above smells are multiplied by ten times the humidity of the air, evaporated by the temperature of the machine when it is working, and spread to every corner of the submarine.
Sometimes, such a unique and unbearable air, suffocating air with every breath, even makes people suspect that the entire interior of the submarine will explode like marsh gas, burying everyone under the sea.
It took less than ten minutes for the fresh feeling of just getting into the submarine to completely dissipate. The captain of the Flying Fortress even began to suspect that this thing was developed to banish heinous criminals.
"Are we still on the sea?" I saw that the captain who was testing the ship handed over the task to the adjutant and returned to his captain's cabin, which had almost only one bed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and had just changed into a set. The captain in damp clothes asked. "At sea, we have completed this endurance test and will send you back to Long Island as soon as possible. Don't worry, the telegram about you has been sent out and will probably be sent to the formal channel by now." The captain sat When he arrived next to the captain, he was obviously used to this small environment.
He has a nice bedside lamp, which provides light that makes the place look a little more spacious than other places.
In fact, if you are really familiar with submarines, you can use this bedside lamp to identify what state the submarine is in: Under normal circumstances, the submersible state requires all lights to be turned off.
“This thing is really torturous. I thought the working environment in the Flying Fortress was bad enough, but it’s even worse here.” The captain commented on the environment in front of him.
The environment of a submarine gradually changes with the length of time you go out to sea. It was actually fine when you first set sail, but as you go later, you become more relaxed.
There was no way. In the first week, everyone had all kinds of fresh food, and the clothes were all washed and starched. At that time, everyone had a haircut and shaved, and they all looked human.
Now in this submarine, everyone can only wash themselves with sea water, and all the fresh food has been eaten. After eating canned food and other messy things for seven or eight days in a row, their beards and hair are disheveled, and they look like A mentally ill patient who was just released.
In fact, this is not the most extreme state. If they really enter a combat state, these people may have to drift at sea for a month or two. By that time, everything they carry will be exhausted.
I have read the thick book more than twice, and the playing cards are all in pieces, and I can even tell the suits and numbers from the pattern of missing corners.
Everyone will forget what life is like on land, and the only thing that supports them in continuing to live is killing.
This is probably why every German submarine officer and soldier in World War II performed outstandingly: apart from sinking enemy battleships, they really couldn't find anything interesting to do.
Even if the identities of these pilots can be confirmed, the submarine's power compartment and front torpedo room are still not allowed to enter, and these people are not allowed to stay in the command room for a long time.
Even so, the risk of leaking secrets is still very high: the internal space of the submarine is too compact, and every place must be used, so some secrets can be seen everywhere.
You must know that even the toilet on this submarine is high-tech and is strictly prohibited for use by these air force pilots.
"Thank you. If it weren't for you, we might have been in the sea for a long time." The captain stretched out his hand.
The captain stretched out his hand and took the captain's hand: "You're welcome. I hope we can fight together again in the future."
In fact, the captain was a little too optimistic. He didn't know that the plane looking for him was still circling at this moment, and even expanded the search area.
Because submarines have not joined the navy, the navy does not know that such a new warship is cruising in the war zone.
Night came quickly, and the thousands of Cyric sailors and various officers, cooks, and boilers who were soaking in the sea could only continue to wait in the water in despair.
In fact, the rescue work has already begun, and the Little Knifefish has picked up more than 50 Cyric prisoners. However, they still could not find the pilot who fell into the water, and the search and rescue work had to be concluded hastily before nightfall.
The patrol plane returned dejectedly and left the sea area, and the search work was handed over to a Fengshun-class destroyer that came later.
Huge searchlights rowed back and forth on the sea, and cries of begging came and went, gradually becoming feeble after the sky became completely dark.
The sharp bow of the battleship cut through the sea, sometimes even knocking away debris, corpses and living people floating on the sea.
But after a busy circle, they still couldn't find the pilots who had been soaked in the sea for maybe 5 hours.
Then, Xiao Yun, who was directing the search and rescue, received a telegram from the navy saying that five pilots had found...
Then, these Cyric prisoners of war who were soaked in the sea finally waited for the order to rescue them...
(End of this chapter)