aircannonsinc Chapter 214 The Nightmare of the Japanese Destroyers
Chapter 214 The Nightmare of the Japanese Destroyers
"Also, go tell Feng Yong and Su Guiying that I'm very angry!"
Shen Li nodded.
"Yes."
"Relay the order to the entire Zhen Dong ship."
Chen Zijun picked up the megaphone.
His voice rang out simultaneously from the bridge, the turrets, the engine room, and the radio room.
"All ships, listen up! Zhen Dong, maintain speed and do not fire. Our guns are only for making the enemy look up at the sky. But that doesn't mean we can't ram them. We are a 5,000-ton cruiser, equipped with the best armor. Brothers, do you have the guts to come with me and ram them? Let those Japanese bastards know what it means to have a strong ship and powerful guns, and to ram them without hesitation!"
Silence fell on the deck.
next interest.
"yes!"
All the naval soldiers responded in unison, especially the captain, Lin Chengzhang, the commander of our Southeast Area Naval Force, who practically shouted himself hoarse.
After all, he had personally witnessed Deng Xiaoping ramming the Yoshino!
Lin Chengzhang's chest heaved, and his hand, which was saluting, was almost taut like an iron bar.
"Young Marshal, all officers and soldiers of the Zhen Dong warship understand!"
Chen Zijun put down the megaphone.
"Take fifteen to port. Press down on its starboard side. Ram it and force it to turn."
The command was passed down.
Rumble!
A low tremor came from deep within the engine room.
The gray hull of the Zhen Dong warship traced an arc in the waves, and the muzzle of its guns swayed slowly with the hull.
On the bridge of the Japanese destroyer, Major Yamamura's expression changed slightly.
"Is it trying to change our course?"
The staff officer said urgently, "If we don't change course, the distance between us will continue to shrink. Their ships are bigger than ours; they could sink ours..."
"Turn ten degrees to the right!"
Major Yamamura gritted his teeth and gave the order.
"Maintain our pressure! Don't let it discern our operational intentions!"
The destroyer began to turn.
White waves burst open from the bow of the ship.
But that turn just happened to send the starboard side into the fan-shaped area of the U-boat.
seabed.
Shui Tingbing suddenly looked up.
"Target turning! Starboard exposed! Close to firing range!"
Zhao Dezhu's palms were covered in sweat.
He glanced at the stopwatch.
Even if you've done something a hundred times in training, when the real battle begins, it still feels like your chest is being pounded by a hammer.
But he didn't tremble.
The young marshal placed the Zhen Dong warship on the sea precisely to deliver this piece of meat to their mouths.
Can't bite through?
Why bother being a submariner then!
"Launch tube number one, ready."
"Number One is ready!"
"The torpedo is set to a depth of two and a half meters."
"A fixed depth of two and a half meters!"
"Speed correction, based on the new trajectory after the enemy ship turns."
The torpedo operator's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Fixed!"
Zhao Dezhu closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.
"emission."
boom!
A muffled thud exploded inside the boat.
The entire submarine shuddered slightly.
Torpedoes leave the tube.
Seawater churned up a string of tiny bubbles outside the launch tube.
There was no cheering.
There were no unnecessary movements.
Zhao Dezhu stared at the timer, squeezing out two words through gritted teeth.
"Reload."
On the sea, the Zhen Dong warship still maintained its course.
The Japanese destroyer is still turning.
Major Yamamura suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
It's not the wind.
It was the lookout on the side of the bridge whose voice had changed.
"Starboard! Outer sea on starboard! Torpedo!"
He lunged toward the porthole.
On the grey-blue sea, a thin white contrail is approaching, brushing against the crest of a wave.
That's not a wave.
That's a torpedo!
Major Yamamura's face turned deathly pale instantly.
The Zhen Dong warship in the distance did not fire its guns.
It simply lay there coldly on the sea, watching them with its cannon barrels.
Major Yamamura finally understood.
The Chinese cruiser is not here for sea trials.
It comes to drive its prey into the net.
And they've already gotten online.
……
On the gray-blue sea, the white line drew ever closer.
The lookout on the starboard side of the Japanese destroyer was hoarse from shouting.
"Torpedo! Starboard torpedo!"
Major Yamamura's fingers gripped the porthole frame tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He was just saying that Chinese cruisers dare not fire their guns.
Yes, the cruisers on the water didn't fire their guns, but they dared to ram them!
The submarines underwater, which are their targets, dare not ram them, but they dare to launch torpedoes!
The slap landed squarely on Major Yamamura's face.
"Hard to port!"
"Pressure the turbines!"
"Quick! Turn around!"
Chaos reigned on the bridge.
The messenger knocked over the chart stand, scattering pencils and coordinate rulers all over the floor. The helmsman, drenched in cold sweat, writhed the rudder wheel with a creaking sound.
But destroyers are not made of paper.
At a speed of seventeen knots, the ship had already been forced to turn right by the Zhen Dong ship. The inertia of the turn had not yet dissipated, and it was too late to force it back!
boom!
The torpedo bites onto the mid-to-aft section of the starboard side.
The water column shot up like a white wall, carrying black smoke, scraps of iron, and planks, and slammed against the bridge windows.
The entire destroyer tilted to the left.
A muffled explosion came from deep within the engine room.
Boiler steam spewed out from the cracks in the deck, blindingly white, scalding several Japanese sailors who screamed and rolled backward.
Major Yamamura slammed his chest against the compass stand, causing his lip to bleed.
Damage control!
His voice cracked from shouting.
"Report damage!"
The in-cabin phone was filled with static.
A moment later, intermittent sounds came from the damage control compartment.
"Flooding in the starboard engine room! Boiler No. 2 shut down! Aft electrical circuit disconnected! Speed reduced, unable to maintain formation!"
Major Yamamura's vision went black.
Engine room.
The torpedo didn't blow the ship in two, but it landed right on the most critical spot.
For a destroyer, speed is its lifeline.
We've lost our speed, our cannons are useless, our torpedoes are useless, and we don't even have the chance to escape.
The bridge of the Zhen Dong warship.
Lin Chengzhang held up his binoculars, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
As the water jet fell, half of his face was reflected white by the sea's light.
"Hit!"
The old navy man's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.
"Starboard engine room! A perfectly aimed torpedo!"
Quiet cheers erupted from the gun emplacements on deck.
Someone slammed their fist into the steel plate next to the gun mount.
Boom!
That's not messy.
That was a breath that had been held in for decades, finally bursting out of his chest.
Chen Zijun did not laugh.
He glanced at the naval battle results displayed on the system panel, then turned his gaze back to the sea.
I got to eat the first bite of meat.
But this is nothing. Your destroyer is trying to hunt down my submarines, so why can't my submarine force use you for live-fire exercises?
We are all close friends separated only by a narrow strip of water, how can we not cooperate more?
One destroyer is damaged before the other goes berserk.
People who are insane are most likely to make the wrong decisions.
"Shen Li."
"exist."
"Record. Enemy No. 1 has been hit by a torpedo in the middle and aft section of its starboard side. The engine room is suspected to be damaged, and its speed has decreased. Enemy No. 2 is changing course."
Shen Li's pen never stopped.
"Already noted."
Hans stood beside the chart table, his eyes never leaving the course.
He originally thought that Chen Zijun was just using the Zhen Dong ship to cover the submarine.
Now I understand, it wasn't a cover-up.
It is control.
Use the cruiser's gun barrels and tonnage to control the enemy's rudder.
Then use the submarine's torpedoes to bite the enemy in the waist.
This kind of fighting style can be taught in European naval classrooms.
But on this East China Sea, a young Chinese general made his debut.
Hans whispered, "Young Marshal, if Enemy Number Two follows standard anti-submarine procedures, it will sprint at full speed toward the approaching torpedo, forcing the submarine to submerge to evade, and then drop depth charges."
Chen Zijun looked at the sea.
"Then don't let it go at full speed."