Many years later, when Captain Barr recalled his first experience on the ship, he said:

That was June 15, 9526.

That day, the Seventh Fleet of the United States of White Eagle felt for the first time the fear of being dominated by alien technology.

At 3:30 pm, in accordance with the mission requirements, the aircraft carrier battle group with the USS Ronald Reagan as the core will join the Chinese First Fleet in the designated area of ​​​​the South China Sea to jointly transport three alien spacecraft to the Pacific Military Science and Technology Research Center.

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Captain Barr is now standing on the stern deck of the guided missile destroyer USS McCampbell. He is the new commander of the radar department of this destroyer and has just been transferred to the ship from the fleet staff.

Barr, who had always only worked in an office, faced the undulating waves on the Pacific Ocean and deeply felt his weak character.

It had only been half a day since he took office, and he had already vomited his stomach three times.

By now, he had mastered the technique of vomiting and stood at the stern of the boat so that he would not be soaked by the wind and waves hitting him. Although the violent ups and downs made him feel like he was churning very rhythmically.

"The destroyer's ability to withstand wind and waves is still a bit poor..." He slumped beside the guardrail of the deck and thought, "If I had chosen to go to the aircraft carrier, I might not have been so uncomfortable."

He chose a guided missile destroyer after listening to the advice of his colleagues that it would be difficult to climb up the ranks while serving on an aircraft carrier.

"Don't disgrace the name McCampbell, Private."

Barr raised his head and saw a middle-aged man in his early forties walking towards him. A large captain's hat symbolized this man's identity.

"Captain Albert." Barr reluctantly stood up and gave a fairly standard military salute.

"Go and watch your radar squad. I think we will see the Chinese fleet soon." The man stepped on the guardrail, took out a colorful candy from the pocket of his short-sleeved shirt, and threw it to Barr.

"then."

"What is this?" Barr looked at the Chinese characters on it and raised his head in confusion.

"Hawthorn candy, from Hong Kong." He also took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, throwing the candy wrapper into the white waves at the stern of the ship.

The roar of the propeller came from under the butt, indicating that the guided missile destroyer was advancing into the South China Sea at a speed of at least 28 knots.

After Barr ate the candy, he hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask: "Captain, do we really want to move forward like this?"

Although there was no such thing as a GPS map at this time, Barr knew based on his own knowledge that they had crossed into the Chinese Sea at least fifty nautical miles. This was far beyond the waiting position required by the original mission.

Under normal circumstances, they would soon see helicopters hovering overhead, followed by Chinese missile destroyers, which would send them a deportation order.

"Are you scared?" Captain Albert turned back and glanced sideways at him.

"No, sir!" Barr subconsciously stood up straight and gave a military salute.

"Then what's there to ask?" The captain sneered, "Those ships from China are too slow. If we wait for them to arrive before setting off, we will most likely miss lunch at the shore cafeteria at noon tomorrow!"

"...Yes, sir!"

Barr thought for a while, did not answer, turned around and walked towards the radar room of the warship.

He knew that the Chinese army was slower than the White Eagle. Most of China's current standard warships still used steam turbine engines, and the power conversion efficiency was much lower than the White Eagle's gas turbine.

However, as soon as he walked into the radar room, he heard the operator reporting loudly: "The Chinese fleet has entered within 60 nautical miles!"

After hearing the report, Barr immediately walked to the console. The fleet size displayed on the electronic screen did not change.

China's First Fleet did not dispatch many ships. The only one that can be called a capital ship is the battleship "Qinchuan" launched last year. The railgun on this ship has a ballistic muzzle velocity that is said to have reached Mach 11, exceeding the normal

Defense evasion range.

The alien spacecraft and wreckage are all at the very rear of the Chinese fleet, being towed by several ships. According to the data displayed on the radar, the Chinese fleet is indeed moving at a low speed of about 26 knots.

Captain Albert has returned to the command room. According to the instructions, all ships of the Seventh Fleet have stopped and are waiting for the Chinese fleet to come and join forces.

Feeling the destroyer's rapid deceleration, Barr couldn't help but raise his head and glance at the map. At this time, they had crossed the South China Sea border 62 nautical miles. Although he was not warned by the Chinese military, he always thought in his heart that maybe those people

The faces of Chinese people will be quite ugly.

He patted the shoulder of the soldier beside him: "Has the meeting message been sent?"

"Just sent, sir."

That's good. He swallowed these words in his stomach. Barr walked to the window and looked at the sea in the distance in a daze. 60 nautical miles, 26 knots, which meant that they had to wait here for nearly two days.

How many hours would it take to come face to face with the Chinese fleet?

Barr sighed. He was about to sneak back and take a nap, but was stopped by a soft cry from the soldier beside him.

"What, what's going on?" he asked.

"Sir, China's battleship... is speeding up." The soldier looked back at him in confusion.

"Speed ​​up? Qinchuan?"

"Yes, sir!"

The radar chart was adjusted to the main screen. It can be clearly seen that the cyan mark symbolizing the Qinchuan has turned orange. This is a sign that it is speeding up. At this time, it has surpassed the ship beside it.

Frigate.

"What's the speed?"

"Qinchuan, the current speed is 31.5 knots, and it is still increasing...ah!"

No need to ask, everyone in the radar room saw this strange scene. The orange triangle mark suddenly jumped forward one space, then flashed and disappeared from the electronic map!

Captain Albert's voice immediately came from the earphones: "Captain Barr, what are you doing? Why is the radar malfunctioning?"

"Captain, it's not our radar's problem!" Barr immediately replied, "Our radars have all been turned off. The target is being tracked now by a large phased radar base in Hawaii!"

He himself was confused. It stands to reason that such an advanced radar could have a detection range accurate to within 20 centimeters. How could a perfectly good ship suddenly disappear?

China has improved its new anti-radar device?

He couldn't help but think of the last scene on the screen, where the Qinchuan had moved forward a lot as if it suddenly made a leap of frog. This must be against common sense.

According to his many years of experience, it was probably some new anti-radar device installed on the ship that caused the detection of the Qinchuan to fail. After all, the display of other ships was normal.

Isn’t that alien who came to Earth two days ago in China now? Maybe it’s the alien black technology he created?

Barr sat on the chair with a puzzled look on his face. He casually put his sailor hat on his face, lay down and fell asleep. More than two hours were enough for him to make up for his insomnia last night.

However, his sweet dream did not last long.

When he was woken up by a sharp and noisy sound in his earphones, less than half an hour had passed since he fell asleep. Barr frowned and took off his earphones, and put on his hat with his other hand. After ten

After several seconds, the noise in the headphones finally stopped.

Then, a sentence that he would never forget for a long time rang in his ears.
Chapter completed!