On the blue sea, a ship was riding the wind and waves. There was a deck chair on the spacious deck, and a man wearing sunglasses and floral swimming trunks slept on it. There was a can of cold beer on the small table next to him.
, what he held in his hand was Hong Kong's "" magazine. If he hadn't placed a loaded automatic rifle in his hand, others would have thought it was some rich man going overseas for fun.
After a night of emergency repairs, the diesel engine finally resumed operation. The entire repair process was directed by Chen Jinlin and carried out by Liu Ziguang. It must be said that Chen Jinlin’s four years in the Naval Engineering Department of the Naval Engineering University were not in vain.
The eyes can be disassembled and reassembled, but now he is injured, so he has to serve as an off-site instructor. The two of them bickered a lot in the middle of the night. Chen Jinlin thought Liu Ziguang was too clumsy, and Liu Ziguang thought Chen Jinlin was full of jargon and he couldn't understand it. Later Chen Jinlin couldn't bear it
He kept asking: "Major Liu, what did you learn in the military academy?" Liu Ziguang replied: "I never went to a military academy, I graduated from a third-rate college with a major in accounting." Then Chen Jinlin stopped talking at all.
The diesel engine is barely usable, with only one-third of its original horsepower, but it is enough to maintain normal driving, and the water in the cabin has been drained out. The problem now is that the steering gear is broken, and the ship can sail in one direction.
, Chen Jinlin measured it with a sextant and said it didn't matter. He would meet the ship in a while and just ask them for help. Then he went down to play with the wreckage of the radio.
Song Lian and the others left in a hurry, and a large amount of daily necessities were not taken away or destroyed. Beer, cans of rice, fruits, diesel, video game consoles, DVD players, large-screen LCD TVs, and mountains of pornographic magazines all became Liu Ziguang's.
Trophies.
Chen Jinlin, who was covered in oil and stained with gunshot wounds, walked out of the cabin. Seeing Liu Ziguang's leisurely and carefree appearance, he became furious and taunted him: "Major Liu, I suspect you must have been a man in your previous life.
Emperor, how long has this been, you still haven’t forgotten to enjoy it.”
Liu Ziguang laughed and said: "Life is short, it's time to enjoy yourself. Lao Chen, why don't you get a can of beer?"
Chen Jinlin wiped the smelly sweat on his head and said: "No, I have to find a way to fix the radio. Otherwise, I can't contact my home, and there will be trouble. If I guess correctly, people from the company have already arrived in Manila, and
Manager Zhao is leading the team."
"Manager Zhao, Zhao Hui? By the way, Lao Chen, did you contact your family again after I left yesterday?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"That's right, I made a simple transformer and made a phone call using the car's cigarette lighter to report your violation of discipline and unauthorized actions. My family asked me to move to a safe place first. Reinforcements will arrive soon. But I still
Before I had time to move, you came back with Song Sickle."
Liu Ziguang chuckled. He knew that Chen Jinlin was telling the truth, but he also knew that Chen Jinlin did not abandon him in fear of death and move to a "safe place". Instead, he continued to stay in the warehouse and wait for him. This shows that Chen Jinlin
I still trust myself.
"Old Chen, are you really not going to have a drink? This is made in Qingdao, China." Liu Ziguang raised the beer can Chen Jinlin, but found that the other party's expression changed drastically. He pointed into the distance and shouted: "Ship, there is a ship!"
Liu Ziguang took off his sunglasses and looked around, and sure enough he saw what seemed to be the shadow of a boat between the sea and the sky.
"Old Chen, you are really yours, we are saved." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
However, after Chen Jinlin used a sextant to measure the current latitude and longitude of the ship, he couldn't help but shuddered and said in a trembling voice: "This is the northern sea area of Sumatra, close to the Strait of Malacca. This is one of the busiest waterways in the world, and also
Where pirates thrive most."
"Pirates? How do Somali pirates compare to them?" Liu Ziguang asked.
Chen Jinlin sneered: "Those black uncles with scraps of metal are not even worthy of carrying the shoes of their colleagues in Malacca. They are professional pirates armed to the teeth. This industry emerged at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and it has been enduring till now, and
They are also funded by big businessmen behind them, and they provide one-stop services from arms supply to the sale of stolen goods. There are many veterans from various countries among the pirates. Sometimes even the navies and coast guards of some countries directly put on their vests and go into battle. What do you think?
Can Somali pirates compare with them?"
"So? Where can I meet these weirdos in the pirate world?" Liu Ziguang asked seriously.
"You've earned it. You don't have to search all over the world. They come to you on their own." Chen Jinlin pointed at the ships getting closer and closer in the distance.
Liu Ziguang grabbed the telescope and looked at it, but he didn't see any clues. The other party turned out to be a large private yacht. The streamlined hull looked particularly luxurious. But since Chen Jinlin said they were pirates, they must be pirates. After all, things on the sea
, they are experts.
Liu Ziguang didn't say anything, he ran directly to the warehouse, took out two 60mm mortars, carried four boxes of shells up, pried open the green wooden shell box, took out four spindle-shaped shells, and quickly used the oilcloth
He wiped it and said, "You won't have any objection if I entertain them with this, right?"
Chen Jinlin's eyes widened: "You hit them with this thing? This is the sea, why don't you use a rocket launcher, that one can hit them accurately."
Liu Ziguang said: "The combat fire rate of the rocket launcher is too slow, and its effective range against moving targets is only three hundred meters, while the maximum range of the mortar reaches 1,500 meters, and its combat rate of fire is twenty rounds per minute. Those in the warehouse
Among all the gadgets, this thing is the most useful.”
When it came to army weapons, Chen Jinlin was no longer stubborn. The steering gear of their ship was broken, so they could only drive straight towards the pirates. Twenty minutes later, they could already see the other party's ship number with the naked eye.
The words "White Swan" were written in Chinese. The ship stopped on the spot, put down two speedboats, and drove towards them in the wind and waves. The pirates on the speedboats were holding AK47s in their hands and had red cloth strips wrapped around their heads.
Very majestic.
"Stop the ship." Liu Ziguang shouted to Chen Jinlin, quickly adjusted the pitch angle of the mortar, and threw a shell into it. With a bang, the shell roared out, stirring up a tall water column on the left side of the pirate ship.
A near-missed shell, if it were a large-caliber naval gun, would cause a shock wave enough to knock a pirate ship off. The power of a 60mm mortar is slightly stronger than a grenade, and it cannot cause much waves, but it is
The psychological shock to the pirates was huge.
The pirates had dealt with navies from various countries and had seen the power of ship-based cannons, but this was the first time they had seen land cannons on board. Before they could react, the second and third shells arrived at the same time.
, Liu Ziguang controlled two mortars by himself, firing left and right, like a violent storm, the mortar shells hit the pirate ship, sending shrapnel everywhere, leaving holes all over the unscrupulous pirates standing shirtless on the deck.
The pirates on the speedboat were stunned. At this time, they were close to the target. It was too late to turn around. The pirates saw an M60 machine gun appearing on the deck of the cargo ship, an American M60 universal machine gun with a tripod belt feed.
A machine gun is a very lethal weapon, especially when used against unprotected speedboats on the sea.
Liu Ziguang was lying on the deck, with the butt of his gun lowered on his shoulder, and fired fiercely. The recoil made his body tremble slightly. The belt-fed weapon was a pleasure to shoot. The nato bullets were so powerful that a speedboat exploded on the spot.
Suddenly, all the pirates on the boat were killed. The other speedboat hurriedly turned off the engine and surrendered. The pirates were so frightened that they threw their weapons into the sea and raised their hands. They thought they had encountered the navy of some country.
Liu Ziguang laughed evilly, hung up a new ammunition belt, and pulled the gun bolt with a clatter. Chen Jinlin shouted from behind: "No!" But there was no time. A string of flames erupted from the m60 muzzle, killing all the people on the speedboat.
It was swept down, the boat was full of bullet holes, and it didn't take long for it to sink into the sea with the bodies on it.
"How do you kill prisoners!" Chen Jinlin ran over angrily and shouted.
"What kind of prisoners? Which navy are they from?" Liu Ziguang said pretending to be stupid.
"If you put down your weapons, you will be a prisoner. Besides, I still want the speedboat. I also need someone to help me repair the boat!" Chen Jinlin shouted reluctantly. Liu Ziguang knew that what he cared about was the speedboat and the free workers, and the lives of the pirates.
Not really the point.
With no other choice, Liu Ziguang had no choice but to take a pistol and jump into the sea, swim a few hundred meters and climb onto the pirate ship. He saw a mess on the deck. The power of the mortar shells was limited. The damage to the hull was not very serious, but the pirates
It was so miserable, with broken limbs and broken bodies everywhere. Liu Ziguang compassionately shot several wounded people in the head.
"Anybody home?" Liu Ziguang gently opened the door of the cabin with the barrel of a gun and shouted loudly.
There was dead silence inside, and the smell of blood wafted out. Liu Ziguang was shocked. The mortar shells did not hit the cabin. Why was the smell of blood so strong? He carefully put the gun flat on his waist and searched forward. He climbed up barefoot.
Yes, there is no sound at all when walking on the smooth teak floor.
There was dead silence in the cabin. This was a large yacht with a length of 60 meters. The cabins were numerous and complicated. Liu Ziguang did not dare to move rashly. He slowly searched towards the stern of the ship and suddenly saw a body on the ground, wearing a white sailor's suit.
The blood on the uniformed corpse's head had turned black and solidified, and the two golden horizontal bars on the black shoulder straps indicated that he was a senior crew member.
Walking over to check the body, the young Chinese seaman held a table knife in his hand. The lying position was near the door of the restaurant. This showed that the pirates climbed up quietly while the people on the ship were dining, and this man
The crew resisted and were shot dead on the spot.
Suddenly a figure flashed in front of him. Liu Ziguang raised his gun and shot. The gunshot fired and he fell. He went over to check and found a young pirate with a standard Southeast Asian face. He was short and thin. The bullet hit his lungs. Every time he took a breath, he was hit by a bullet.
They all spit out a stream of blood.
Liu Ziguang kicked away the AK47 in his hand and looked at the young pirate indifferently. Thinking of the same young Chinese sailor just now, he decided to save a bullet and let him taste the taste of slow death.
A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind. Other pirates were on the deck. Why was this guy at the bottom of the cabin? Could it be that he was here to guard the meat tickets? In other words, were there survivors on this ship?
It is very possible that Liu Ziguang took a quick look and opened the hatch at the end of the corridor. It was a strict steel watertight door. After opening it, he saw a bright sharp blade stabbed in the chest.