books44 Chapter 635 The Naval Boss with a Wealthy Mind
Chapter 635 The Naval Boss with a Wealthy Mind
Just as Comrade Zhenping of our South China Sea Fleet was still wondering who the person on the other end of the radio was, that he would agree so readily to such a major task as building surface ships.
Suddenly, a series of "bang bang bang" sounds came from the distant sea.
"what happened!"
"Report! The cannon fire is coming from ahead. Judging from the flight path, it should be the fishing range of 833..."
The naval leader breathed a sigh of relief, then muttered some curses:
"Tell them to stop bombing the big yellow croaker! They're turning a perfectly good minesweeper into a professional fishing boat! Also, tell them to speed up and move closer to where the enemy plane crashed. Even if they can't salvage the plane, it would be good to recover the people, after all, we're all connected by water..."
"Yes!"
Before he finished speaking, the two comrades from the South China Sea Fleet secretly glanced at the naval leader: "So that's why you're carrying so many fishing nets, you really are out fishing!"
If the naval leader hadn't been busy vomiting on the ship's side, he definitely would have grabbed the two men by the ears and given them a good beating.
The latest "big jet"—you think I'd use it for fishing? Think bigger, buddy!
Furthermore, let's not say that the naval leaders are indifferent to salvaging the aircraft. They simply lack the resources and capabilities! That P2V-7U looks like a medium-sized aircraft, with an empty weight of at least 15 tons. Add the fuel it was filled with and the equipment submerged in water, and the total weight will be at least 60 tons. Otherwise, the naval leaders might as well rip off Comrade Zhenping's head and use it as a football.
60 tons, how are you expecting others to retrieve it?!
Even if the four legendary warriors were to work together, it wouldn't be enough. This equipment for salvaging a sunken object is not like trying to retrieve a rubber duck from a bathtub.
No, to be precise, salvaging objects from the ocean remains a challenge even in the 21st century. Consider the US salvaging the sunken KC-135; even with the still top-secret SOSUS underwater listening network, it took 42 days, plus four thousand-ton salvage vessels and five deep-sea diving teams to accomplish.
The key issue is that we don't even have a damn barge to use as a salvage vessel right now!
The later 300-ton class, 50-ton lifting capacity Hujiu No. 1, was only developed in 62. The Hujiu No. 3, with a 100-ton lifting capacity, didn't arrive until 65.
Choosing the best among many, the naval leaders, who received the salvage order halfway through the mission, dispatched our hull number 833. Hull number 833 was a copy of the Alliance's T43-type minesweeper, though our designation was Type 6605. To show respect for the little black sheep, the naval leaders gritted their teeth and also dispatched the improved Type 6610.
What improvements have been made?
加装清单如下：63式37毫米舰炮2座，60式25毫米双联舰炮2座，14.5毫米双联机枪2座，BMB-2大型深弹发射装置2座，装载深水炸弹20枚。
Yes, feeling that their weapons were insufficient, the comrades modified this little guy with a displacement of only 520 tons into a hedgehog...
The only good thing is that the comrades in charge did not forget the special mission of this type of ship in the end, and installed two sets of MKT-2 marine cutting and minesweeping equipment!
One set of BAT audio mine sweeper kit isn't enough, let's get another set!
Two sets of TEM-52 electromagnetic minesweepers, please! Hmm, two sets seem too many to fit, maybe we should pack fewer depth charges?
No way! Why clear mines? Have you forgotten how many small American submarines are in the Yellow Sea? Load up with bombs! We're going to bomb fish anyway, so bombing a bunch of small yellow croakers isn't a loss! If we happen to bomb a "big black carp," then we'll make a profit!
Screech...
As a result, the ship's displacement reached 590 tons, and its speed dropped from 14 knots to 12 knots. However, the naval soldiers on board were extremely satisfied with this.
Okay, enough of this rambling, the main point is actually about this mine-clearing cutting tool.
Our naval leaders are so adaptable! If I can't lift the whole plane, I can disassemble it!
Cutting minesweepers and dismantling large items might be beyond their capabilities, but cutting off scraps is no problem. They can dismantle the flaps of an aircraft and have the divers on the minesweeper dig out some electronic equipment, and that will do the job!
The aircraft numbers on the flaps can be used to slap the other side in the face, so they won't deny our victory. The salvaged electronic equipment can be given to Little Dumbass for further research.
With the towed sonar inside the minesweeper, even with the unpredictable ocean currents in the Yellow Sea, its location on the seabed can be determined in a short time.
Oh my, I'm so thoughtful! I can think of everything!
The naval commander, who was vomiting so badly he was dizzy and disoriented, suddenly smiled after thinking for a moment. This made his two comrades in the South China Sea wonder if their commander had gone mad from vomiting.
pity……
The naval leaders, who considered everything, overlooked two crucial parameters: the minesweeper's speed. At 14 knots, it was already slow enough; modifying it to 12 knots made it incredibly slow.
Another factor is ocean currents. Do you think a plane that crashes will stay put? While it's unlikely that something as absurd as "Little Brother" drifting all the way from Lingshui to Sanya will happen, its direction is always changing.
At this moment, the P2V-7U was bobbing on the sea, with several figures huddled together, staring blankly at the navigator and squadron leader who were arguing.
"Didn't you say the height was still a hundred meters?!"
"Really! It must be malfunctioning!"
"Why didn't you use a radio altimeter to check?! I don't care! This loss should all be your fault!"
"Heh, so what if you pin it on me? I'm all alone, do you think I'm afraid? It's you guys who are..."
The navigator broke free from the squadron leader's restraints and started yelling at the crew members opposite him: "You all have families, do you really think you'll get away with it by blaming me for your mistakes?!"
"Those bastards from the intelligence agency won't care about all that. When we get back, I don't believe they won't lock you up in a dark room!"
"Think about it! They caused that mess with the 'Kashmir Princess' ship, do you think you can escape their torture?"
The remaining five crew members shivered involuntarily, unsure whether it was from the cold or something else. Yes, if they were capable of such a thing, we small fry wouldn't fare well unless we were completely wiped out!
After stirring up emotions, the navigator winked discreetly at the squadron leader.
The squadron leader nodded, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the pilot speak softly, "It's all just talk... Let's see if we can get back alive! I estimate this plane will sink in half an hour; we can't withstand this icy seawater..."
"Don't worry about that! I guarantee you'll survive! But what's your opinion? Do you want to go back to that wolf's den, or go back to your hometown? Your real hometown!"
After the squadron leader finished speaking, he used the navigator's arm to prop himself up.
"Everyone knows the policy on the other side, right? Although it still requires approval, my life can still be saved!"
"What are your opinions?" the navigator followed up.
Hey, you two old bastards, you planned this all along, didn't you? You were just waiting for us here! If we said no, you'd definitely push us into the sea!