: The sudden change of the storm

"Gentlemen!"

When Major General Jetlica was mixed with a hoarse voice coming from the gangway as if he was suffering from a cold, Captain Colonel Angelo, nuclear weapons expert Dr. Mante, and White House envoy Leghall were still standing in the command position of the battleship with a wide view like a wood carving.

The three of them turned around at the same time. The tone of Colonel Angelo's speech made people think of the child who was bullied by his friends and asked for help from his parents.

"Sir... UFO... is a Soviet UFO, we have no choice..."

It took only more than half an hour to leave the command position and go down to the cabin. General Jetlica may not have fallen asleep at all. The complexion on his face was typical of fatigue and weakness caused by lack of dormancy. For the pitiful expression of Captain Angelo, he gave the elder-like care and encouragement with his generous and steady eyes, although the age difference between the two was almost the same.

"I saw the silver-gray saucer, it was really amazing! Think about it, one of our two powerful enemies created an unprecedentedly huge super battleship and the other created an extremely advanced aircraft. We actually won a decisive victory in two battlefields. It was not easy!"

As soon as this statement was made, the shock of the three people on the combat bridge suddenly eased a lot. The German-Japanese axis during World War II did have many technical and tactical advantages over the allies. However, the result of the war shows that the advantages of comprehensive strength are more decisive than outstanding in several aspects.

"You guessed it." General Jetlica walked to the envoy Leghall and stopped, looking at the other party with a positive attitude, "We are indeed regarded as delicious on-the-trade meal by the enemy. The guessing process is actually no longer important. What matters is what will happen next."

The same question had been asked once before, and Leghall shook his head anxiously: "I can only think about whether they want to use us to severely attack the morale of the allies and the people. As for their tricks, how to do it, whether to carry out submarine attacks, air strikes or other methods... I am not good at military analysis, and I know almost nothing about combat, I can't think of it."

The general reached out and patted Leghall on the shoulder. In terms of identity, such actions were rude. In terms of age, it reflected a certain mentality of the seniors towards the juniors - recognition, comfort, care or just encouragement.

"The worst day in December 1941, on the Black Sunday in the United States of America, I took office as the weapon commander on the battleship California, and experienced that unbearable nightmare. In the countless nights afterwards, I closed my eyes and saw the terrible scenes of purgatory, the twisted faces of my comrades struggling, the burning flames and chilling hot oil. Several times I thought I was going to suffocate in my dream, but I woke up. Day after day, until today..."

General Jetlica told his experience in a slightly hoarse voice, while looking into the vast sea and sky, the flying saucer was gone, and the white water reconnaissance plane hovered over the fleet over and over again. To the west, the setting sun of the west gradually changed from dazzling light to a relatively soft orange red; to the east, the gorgeous sunset was forming. This should have been a natural and beautiful sunset view, but what happened in just a few minutes just now made every officer and soldier in the fleet unable to maintain a normal mind.

"What is the worst thing in the world? Everyone has their own ideas. In my opinion, the worst thing is to watch their companions be swallowed by death and unable to help. After that day, the war that lasted for nearly four years was full of twists and hardships. We were also trapped in a very unoptimistic sea battle and were also subjected to sudden attacks by enemy submarines. One of the two warships I stayed at later sank and the other seriously injured and overhauled, but there was no scene in a nightmare. Slowly, I untied my heart.

The key is not the terror of the situation, but the mentality - when you suddenly fall into trouble from being unprepared, you may give up because of despair when the situation is still turning around. Therefore, every time I transfer any ship, I will tell my crew members to be prepared to deal with difficulties at all times. As long as you have a strong enough heart, even the most vicious enemy can be defeated." After saying this, General Jetlica took off his military cap, stroked his short white hair along the wind, and then swept over the three of them with a meaningful gaze.

Angelo seemed to have realized an important philosophy of life from the general's words. His face, which was slightly convulsed due to panic and nervousness, finally returned to normal, and he no longer looked around frequently to guard against the arrival of the enemy's flying saucer. Dr. Mante obviously belonged to the category with an IQ far higher than emotional intelligence, and his emotions were far less intense than the other two. He thought about it thoughtfully - he didn't know whether he was chewing General Jetlica's words or the unfinished speculations of the envoy Leghall.

After hearing the general's words, the most complicated reaction was Leghall, who was given the title of "White House Envoy". He lowered his head slightly, looking a little annoyed and a little disappointed. Perhaps he had overcome the panic and nervousness in his heart, and his thoughts were becoming active again.

"College, send an order to all ships: The most dangerous battle is coming, and only all the officers and soldiers can work together to overcome this difficulty!" General Jetlica ordered.

"Yes!" Colonel Angelo moved his footsteps again, his staggering posture when he saw the flying saucer just now was gone. The communication command was appointed by the staff officer on the ship to implement it. It took him nearly ten minutes to return to the combat bridge. During this period, he was probably seriously examined and cared for the naval weapon he directly commanded. The Baltimore class is a first-class heavy cruiser recognized by World War II. World peace lasted for several months and once made the US team's sword enter the warehouse. The horse was put in the Nanshan Mountain, and had to take a considerable time to re-architecture the Soviet Union after the war started. Most of the Baltimore class was in service during the transition period between the two battlefields, and the ideal ship condition was higher than that of many old battleships, ordinary escort aircraft carriers and wartime destroyers.

Angelo's first sentence was: "Fortunately, the officers and crew members were in a relatively stable mood. They were all speculating while staying at their posts. It seems that it is still beneficial to not know the inside story."

General Jetlica had a cold expression at this time. He asked with a scattered look: "Have our reconnaissance plane discovered an enemy submarine before? Is it a submarine?"

Angelo then realized that he had forgotten to report this equally unignorable situation to the genuine fleet commander. He thought that he had come straight to the combat bridge after coming out of the cabin. He also saw the traces of the UFO in the middle of the journey, but did not ask the staff officer in detail.

"Sorry, sir, I was so excited just now..."

General Jetlica waved his hand in displeasure: "With the strength of the Soviet Navy, the technology of the flying saucer is not enough to transform into an invincible fleet, but if they ambush the submarine, we will try every means to find a safer and more reliable path."

Colonel Angelo was suddenly depressed again: "We had imagined it this way before, but since we intercepted the radar wave last night, we temporarily changed the route. It is unlikely that the enemy will know in advance and set up ambush along the way. Following this idea, the conclusion we came to was back to the dead end - unless the enemy submarine has a faster speed than us!"

The general was speechless for a moment, and the envoy Leghall spoke: "Although we can't rule out this possibility now, I have a sense that the cunning enemy may have used our fear of unknown technology to direct a highly misleading magic with some clever arrangement. They are waiting for us to get out of the way and then have serious omissions in defense."

"I agree with you." General Jetlica raised his eyebrows slightly, "The reason is simple. We can think in the opposite direction. If the Soviet Navy had advanced submarines with high speed, they could use this technology to drive our fleet out or destroy it in the Baltic Sea, and their army would be even more invincible. But what is difficult to understand is that they obviously received UFO technology from the Germans and already had technical entities, so why were they not used to resist the continuous bombing of their industrial zones by the Allied Air Force?"

The envoy Leghall continued the general's analysis and said: "Either they do not have any attack power; or they are just illusions created by optical technology. No matter what the truth is, the seemingly invincible demons we face do not need us to defeat at all. All we need to beware of is those who have truly attack power..."

"Soviet submarine!" The envoy and the general said in unison.

Colonel Angelo also suddenly realized: "Ahhh, the truth is here... Suppose the Soviet Union put all ocean submarines into this plan, and the number can reach up to 100, divided into four to five ambush battle groups, select the sea areas we are most likely to pass to set up combat zones, and then use radar wave sources to influence our courses, driving us to step into their trap step by step."

General Jetlica frowned, but this time the mood was not helpless anxiety but calm thinking. After a moment, he looked at Colonel Angelo and said, "This is probably the enemy's real combat intention. Come back to the command room to analyze our route and location, so that you can reversely push out the approximate position of the enemy's submarines to set up a concentrated ambush. As long as you avoid them far away, the fleet will be safe."

The colonel wanted to raise his hands and feet to agree, and the four of them hurriedly walked under the bridge.

Forty minutes later, the flagship "Boston" sent a signal of the fleet turning. The eight ships sailing at high speed adjusted their course in a consistent pace. The turning radii of different ship types was different, so this "consistency" could not be as neat as a well-trained infantry queue. However, standing on the ship, rolling white waves were raised at the tail of the ship in front, and the thick water marks in the continuous spread showed an elegant arc. The sharp bow of the ship in the rear split the waves. As the hull rotates accordingly, the front of the hull showed a graceful curve like the blade of the martyr blade. On the towering masts, bright star-striped flags fluttered in the same direction; on the majestic turrets, the mighty naval gun barrels pointed high towards the unknown distance.

Just as the fleet was about to complete its turn, the silver-gray disc-shaped aircraft appeared silently again. Without the comparison of the water reconnaissance aircraft, its speed did not seem so exaggerated. It was seen that it flew over the fleet like a wandering stroll, hovering, descending, circled, diving, and ascending. The duration of this process was roughly the same as that followed the US water reconnaissance aircraft before. However, this time the anti-aircraft guns and cannons in the fleet did not shoot in panic. Under the command of the flagship, each ship accurately completed the steering action, and the crew were on duty in the anti-aircraft gun position.

On the top, all the muzzles were raised to point at the arrogant and domineering invaders, and all their eyes were staring at each other in a nervous anger. When it was like a failed hunting lion and finally disappeared from sight, warm cheers burst out from the destroyer "Anthony". This emotion of freedom like a pressurized spring suddenly infected every ship in the fleet. The crew shouted, waved their arms, high-fives or hugged them, and the officers also walked out of the closed cabin one after another, looking at this breakthrough that was more important than victory with an optimistic and positive mood.

After moving northward, the rendezvous and the Essex-class aircraft carrier "Oliscanny" that turned around to support would be delayed for two hours, but this would not affect the mood of the fleet officers and soldiers. In the next afternoon, the mysterious flying saucer painted with five stars in red disappeared completely, and even the strange radar waves did not appear again. The fleet's speed was adjusted to 20 knots, and the engineers and the mechanics were able to take this opportunity to carry out a marching maintenance on the ships that continued to sail at high speed. At dusk, the carrier-based aircraft formation of the "Oliscanny" and the sumptuous dinner with extra dishes made the crew's mood of falling to the bottom of the valley to the highest point.

In early spring, the day and night in the Atlantic Ocean were changing with natural laws. By 7 o'clock in the evening, the sky was basically dark. The special fleet commanded by Major General Bentlica once again adjusted its course and informed the "Oliscanny" battle group that came to meet with secret electricity. Just as all this was in the direction expected by Bentlica and his colleagues, the headache-inducing pulse radar wave appeared at around 9 o'clock at night. This time it was not a short-term detection of dodging. It lasted for more than twenty minutes, allowing the radar officers on the US warship to calmly detect and calculate the theoretical orientation of the radar wave source - it was approaching about 15 nautical miles. Jetley

Kath then sent the destroyer Anthony and the rapid minesweeper of the Emmons to reconnaise the enemy situation and authorized them to launch a direct attack when they discovered the target. The Rear Admiral originally planned to submarines to dive and avoid them, so after the two escort ships left the fleet, he ordered the fleet to accelerate to 30 knots, preparing to use a period of high-speed sprint to get rid of the enemy's radar tracking. However, the development of the situation surprised Jetlica and his temporary staff team - Anthony sent a signal for help: the friendly ship "Emons" was attacked by torpedoes, and the hull exploded and was sinking rapidly. Due to unknown number and position of the enemy, slowing down to rescue and it is very likely to be attacked by the enemy's second attack!

Going for reinforcements or leaving them alone, the heavy choice was placed in front of Rear Admiral Jetlica. Now, seeking opinions from the Navy Operations Department is no longer able to solve the near fire. Under Colonel Angelo's reminder, he had to ask the destroyer "Paton" to go for assistance alone, and ask the "Angony" to report the battle immediately.

The speed of the expansion of the US Navy during the war was amazing, but this does not mean that commanders at all levels were mixed up and filled in. Good academies and reserve aircraft provided a large number of qualified officers for the US Navy. Most of the people who could serve as captains have been trained by naval academies, and some have even served in the Navy for 20 or 30 years. Soon, the "Anthony" sent a concise report. It turned out that after approaching the reconnaissance area, the surface radar of the "Anthony" detected the traces of the submarine periscope, which was controlled by fire.

The radar guided the naval guns to launch artillery fire. While coordinating the Emmons to throw deep-water bombs, the Emmons did not hesitate at all, but when approaching, it was attacked by torpedoes fired from the side. These torpedoes accurately hit the target under poor optical visual conditions. After all, the unlucky Emmons was just a 2,000-ton combat ship. The bow and stern of the ship were hit by a torpedo and a violent explosion occurred. The ship ignited a fire on the spot and lost all its power. Then it quickly sank. Most of the surviving crew members did not have time to use lifeboats and liferafts.

Holding this battle report from the first scene, General Jetlica, Colonel Angelo and the envoy Leghall's expressions were exactly the same as the shock, confusion and even despair before the night. The enlightenment and psychological victory during the day were like a self-deception joke at this moment. In this vast sea, the probability of the fleet changing its course temporarily and breaking into the enemy's submarine ambush zone is perhaps even an outsider like Dr. Mante. The myth of the high-speed submarine is moving into reality from the illusion, and people in the prey are in a heavy mood!

"This may be the enemy's new tactics, based on fast and flexible silent submarine technology..."

Leghall murmured unwillingly, but he claimed to be a military blind man and made random speculations. How could Jetlica and Angelo, who had been struggling in the navy for many years, deliberately think about it?

"No matter whether the enemy has set up a submarine ambush position in advance, we two cruisers that basically do not have anti-submarine capabilities cannot go over and take risks no matter what. Keep the escort force of the two destroyers at least, and at most another one will be sent... Also, we must immediately notify the Oliscany and its escort ships to strengthen their night guards, let them turn around and drive east, and meet us after dawn - if we can hold on until that time." Jetlica's words were full of helplessness and sorrow. Before Angelo could speak to comfort her, she heard the staff officer on the ship ran in panic: "Ultra sauce...Ultra sauce..."

The flying saucer during the day is like a kite, and the clouds are as powerful as it is. What will happen at night? Dr. Mante, who is close to the porthole, suddenly shouted "God". Jetlica and Angelo hurried over and took a look. At this time, a high-speed moving fire ball appeared in the night sky. It did not have the light of the sun, but was extremely dazzling in the dark. Even if it was not a burning flame, it made people feel that it had the terrible power to swallow everything.
Chapter completed!