The Los Angeles-class attack nuclear submarine is the main trump card of the Americans, and it is already difficult to agree to the Chinese conditions.
I believe that during the ascent, many of the secret equipment on the submarine will inevitably be exposed to the Chinese. Captain Smith is willing to bet that within 24 hours, the "Hampton" will be remotely controlled by various equipment.
The distance has been scanned no less than a hundred times.
But compared to a nuclear submarine being towed back to China to be dismantled and reverse-engineered, this is already the best choice with pros and cons.
There is nothing you can do about luring a wolf into your house.
With long nights and many dreams, the Americans didn't even have the mood to continue procrastinating with the Chinese high-level officials who loved to argue, so they settled on the outcome of the discussion very happily.
As a defeated general, Captain Smith showed no trace of the arrogance of a world military power. He sighed deeply and returned to the Hampton.
A five-proof high-capacity solid-state drive copied the designated data on the submarine.
As an officer who accepted orders from his superiors and was responsible for the lives of the 130 officers and men on the ship, Captain Smith then personally watched the sailors of the "Hampton" perform the cleaning operation, but it was not without modification. Some important information was printed directly.
Come down.
There is no other way. They are worried that the Chinese will use technical skills to invade the submarine's computer system. After all, the "Shi Lang" is too close and they are not allowed to turn off the radio system. There are mountains outside the mountains and there are people outside the people. God knows if that will happen.
There will be such experts, and according to security and confidentiality regulations, they must do the same.
With a look of pain on his face, the American submarine technical officer personally reset the main computer system of the "Hampton". All the equipment was returned to the factory settings. If he wanted to start the Los Angeles-class attack nuclear submarine again,
It will take at least 24 hours to reset and schedule.
Although I don’t know whether the Americans will take action against this, there is no way of knowing.
In order to prevent Captain Smith from ordering the destruction of important information in advance, the Chinese have very politely conveyed the order to the "Hampton" as soon as possible. Unless necessary, most of the crew members must return to their cabins.
It also prohibits the operation of submarines and the destruction of classified information.
If Smith had dared to destroy the information in advance, then the Chinese Navy would definitely seal the torpedo launch holes with metal tape, wrap fishing lines around the submarine propellers, and use electric welding to directly weld the outer hatch cover of the submarine. Let one hundred and thirty people
The members of the US submarine collectively became unjust victims.
The nuclear submarine is not the ep-3e reconnaissance plane that made an emergency landing at Hainan Lingshui Airport. It can neither smash equipment nor throw hard drives. If this sophisticated and valuable submarine is accidentally damaged, it means that this big thing will be destroyed at any time.
It became the most expensive iron coffin that I could sleep in in my life, and I was buried with my stupidity.
This is almost the best portrayal of being unable to survive for one's own sins.
Smith saved himself and his subordinates, and the Chinese got what they wanted.
24 hours later, which was the fourth day after the "Hampton" was captured, the nuclear submarine, escorted by two frigates on the left and right, began to turn its head south, heading for Malaysia and Kota Kinabalu in the south of the South China Sea.
U.S. military base in Nabalu Port.
The engines running at full speed drove the "Hampton" away from the Chinese aircraft carrier battle group at a speed of 30 knots. All the US sailors couldn't help but let out a suppressed cheer. This lovely nuclear submarine did not change after all.
Become your own living coffin.
"Smith, what are you going to do in the future?"
Several officers of the "Hampton" stood on the outer deck, riding the nuclear submarine, which was about to become a surface ship, through the waves, all the way south.
"Dear Morenke, I plan to go back to work as a lawyer. Attorney John in Manhattan is my high school classmate. He used to live in the same district. I want to get a job with him."
Captain Smith, as the first person responsible for this incident, said with a bleak tone. Although there were no new orders from his superiors, the fate of himself and others was already self-evident.
"I really envy you. You have such a good classmate who can take care of you. I guess I will go back to my hometown in Ohio and run the family farm with my father. Well, the cabbage at home is delicious and tender.
Grilled lamb chops, if you ever get the chance."
There was mist in the eyes of Major Morenke, the navigator, but he stared blankly at the junction of the endless sea and sky.
"Damn it! Captain, why can't we resist!"
The person who spoke was the communications officer, Major Zach Love. His eyes were red and he roared loudly. Like everyone else, he had not been able to sleep for three days and three nights. It was extremely rare that the "Hampton" had a vacant bed.
Two tears slid down his cheeks.
"Shut up, Zach, do you want more than a hundred of us to go see God for this impulsive idea? Here are not just your comrades, but also your father's son, your child's father, and your wife's husband.
, do you want their families to be heartbroken?”
Captain Smith rarely reprimanded the tall and strong communications officer in a stern manner.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I hate myself. We are the pride of the Navy. We have the most advanced Los Angeles-class attack nuclear submarines. We have torpedoes and we can fight. Why can the Chinese be able to fight without firing a shot?
It's so easy to catch us, why? Why? I just won't let it go!"
As he spoke, the communications officer major covered his face and burst into tears like a wronged child.
Crystal tears with a light salty taste overflowed from the fingers, dripped on the outer deck, and mixed into a small pool of sea water that accidentally splashed up, indistinguishable from each other.
Several other submarine officers were also moved, their eyes red.
"Zach, Zach!" Smith gently patted the communications officer like a brother and said in a low tone: "Although we can fight, we are facing an entire aircraft carrier battle group. They can launch the aircraft in an instant.
The overwhelming depth charges have blown up the entire sea area where we are. They can even throw sonar directly into our submarine cabin. For an enemy that cannot be defeated, this is not a shame. We need to save our lives for our families.
, no one will despise us, we cannot compete with carrier-based aircraft in speed, or depth with depth bombs and torpedoes."
Recalling the sonobuoy that almost blew him away, Captain Smith didn't know whether he was comforting Communications Officer Zach or looking for an excuse to make himself feel more at ease.
"Oh!~ Wait until we go back. We should be dismissed and retired. What a pity. I don't know how long I can see this blue sea." Major Morenke stretched out his hand, as if to touch the ocean. This day. This
world.
As an officer on a submarine, everyone loves his position and this submarine.
With an iron-clad camp and flowing soldiers, only fanatics would be allowed to board this submarine full of fighting passion, but not lunatics.
"What are those old beauties doing?"
Two J-15 "Dark Halberds" drew an elegant curve in the sky, and the wingman among them said on the carrier-based aircraft public channel of the radio.
Every move of the Americans on the outer deck of the "Hampton" fell into their sight.
The public channel is also relative, not completely open, and can be received by all devices. Among them, the formation public channel must be divided. The aviation group formation public channel, the flight deck public channel, etc., calls on almost all channels are affected by the "Shi Lang"
Monitoring by the communications team of the aircraft carrier command center.
"'Catfish', they are venting their grievances. After being caught by us once, are they still very happy to go praty on the deck?" The resentment of the "Hampton" is beyond the limit, and it is unfair.
The instigator of the debt-to-owner relationship, "Dragon Knight" Lin Mo, is leading a team to monitor the Los Angeles-class attack nuclear submarine heading south.
This is a standard deportation operation.
If Captain Smith and others on the outer deck of the "Hampton" knew that one of the two "Dark Halberds" in the sky was sitting on the pilot who spotted them, and if he had an anti-aircraft missile in his hand, they would have
Maybe even if he was sunk, he would be able to knock him down.
There are military satellites from China and the United States in outer space. In the sky there are "Dark Halberd" carrier-based aircraft carrying "Changying-1" anti-submarine missiles and depth bombs, and Z-9 helicopters carrying anti-submarine torpedoes.
The frigates "Haijiao" and "Penjia" were moving hand in hand at the same speed on the nearby sea, and there was the submarine "Jingke" hanging far behind under the water.
It is simply a three-level three-dimensional escort for the whole journey out of the country.
With this kind of treatment, even the American Seawolf-class and Virginia-class nuclear submarines would be unable to fly.
"Haha, 'Dragon Knight', you are so funny!" Cadet "Cat Fish" Cao Yang on the wingman let out a suppressed chuckle, and then said: "What a shame, if only we could keep this submarine.
Already."
"Let me interject!" Suddenly the voice of a girl from the communications team of the "Shi Lang" aircraft carrier command center was inserted into the channel, "This is impossible because of the unspoken rules of China and the United States. This kind of strategic level battle
Once weapons are detained, it means a small-scale local war. We are training ships, not formal combat troops. There is still a certain difference from the complete American battle group. If we really want to fight, except for your aviation force, we
They all have to sink into the sea. I'm warning you guys, don't act without authorization, especially the 'Dragon Knight'. Don't smash the sonar on other people's boats. This is taxpayers' money. I found that your tactical helmet has been damaged.
I have locked onto the 'Hampton' several times in a row."
At any rate, the sonobuoy that Lin Mo accidentally threw away was the only one that was picked up. It is estimated that it can be used for a while if it is returned to the factory to replace the battery. If possible, it can be saved. After all, this is the hard-earned money of ordinary people.
"Okay, okay, I promise!" Lin Mo could only smile bitterly. He was the only one in the entire aviation group who was officially equipped with the ts-091 "Dragon Eye" carrier-based aircraft aviation tactical helmet. It must have been caused by the pupil operation lock just now.
The uneasiness of the "Hampton" and the attention of the personnel of the "Schlang" aircraft carrier command center.
No one likes others to always aim their guns at them when they have nothing to do. The aviation tactical helmet is connected to the fire control radar. Lin Mo can complete the locking preparation before the attack in a blink of an eye. Anyone else would be shocked.
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