Fu Ping'an picked up the walkie-talkie and reported: "I found a big fish, and I found a big fish, brought the camera over, and I repeated it and it was over."

Shaoqing, the reply came: "Received, what big fish, what big fish, it's over."

“Super big black fish

, It's over." Fu Ping'an's heart was pounding, and he wanted to pick up the Bayi Bar and send a shuttle to the submarine underwater. The soldiers always longed for honor. He had always hoped to make a merit before he retired. He had no high requirements and only a third-class merit was enough. It seemed that the opportunity had come.

What I worry most now is that the submarine patted the butt and left, and could not even keep a picture. How could he make a contribution? He kept saying that he would never leave, and that the shadow underwater was really not moving.

Time passed minute by minute, as if a century had passed, and finally the sound of rapid footsteps came. The comrades came. They were as if they were facing a great enemy, and they were fully armed. Corps Coptis Coptis carried a pistol, Gao Xiaobo was carrying a steel helmet and a rifle. Zhu Mengjun was holding a camera. The three of them were panting. It was obvious that the speed of a hundred meters of sprint was coming, and they were afraid that the submarine would run away.

"Where, where?" Zhu Mengjun looked around. The camera lens was turned on and his hand was pressed on the shutter, but the sea was empty, so there was no submarine.

"Where is the enemy?" Huang Yaowu asked, "Isn't it running away?"

Fu Ping'an pointed to the dark shadow underwater in the distance: "Over there, look, a big black fish underwater."

The three of them looked closely and found that it was indeed a super big black fish, with a diving depth of only a few dozen meters. The sea water here was clear and the shadows were visible.

Zhu Mengjun took a photo and then turned on the LCD screen of the digital camera to observe. He could not see anything from the photos, and even the shadow was not very obvious, which was not enough to be used as evidence for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to criticize the Americans at the press conference.

"I'm careless," said Fu Ping'an, "I forgot to ask you to take a waterproof cover."

Zhu Mengjun said: "What, do you still want to go down and take pictures?"

Fu Ping'an said: "Otherwise, if you go down and take a picture clearly, it will be as proof as a mountain."

The opportunity was fleeting, and there was no time to discuss it carefully. Huang Yaowu used the walkie-talkie to order the left-behind Pan Xing, who was on standby, to quickly bring the camera waterproof cover, which was urgent.

Pan Xing was anxious at the time: "How the hell do I know where his waterproof cover is placed!"

Zhu Mengjun snatched the walkie-talkie: "It's right in my cabinet, no, under the bed, no, maybe on the windowsill, forget it, I'll go back and look for it!"

Gao Xiaobo spoke sarcastic words: "When you bring the waterproof cover, the daylily will be cold."

Fu Ping'an said: "Then let's have a cold salon. Squad leader, have you brought a grenade?"

Gao Xiaobo said: "What do you want to do?"

Fu Ping'an said: "I want to fry the fish."

Gao Xiaobo said: "That is the world's top strategic weapon nuclear submarine. If you want to use the Type 67 wooden handle grenade to explode it, are you going to eat it?"

Fu Ping'an said: "I haven't eaten yet. I just want to make it. No matter whether it is an American nuclear submarine or an alien star destroyer, as long as it invades our territorial waters, I have to greet it."

Gao Xiaobo was also excited when he said this: "Well, I'll go back to get the grenades. No, there are grenades here, I'll move them to you!"

Gao Xiaobo went to the warehouse to find grenades, and Zhu Mengjun searched for waterproof covers in the barracks. This waterproof cover was brought by fishermen when he first came to the island. It was for underwater photography. Later, it was put on the shelf after using it once. It was lost. It was not found where it was thrown out for a while.

Pan Xing sneered on the side: "Look for it slowly, don't worry, the submarine is waiting for you, and I'm waiting to give you the third-class merit."

Zhu Mengjun said: "Help find it quickly. Don't be sarcastic. If you have any credit, it's not everyone's. Why don't you report it to the regiment and ask them to inform the navy to come to anti-submarine."

Pan Xing said: "Do you know that lies about military information and have been beheading since ancient times?"

Zhu Mengjun grabbed something and smashed it over. Pershing blocked it, and an item fell out of the box. It was the camera waterproof cover. It turned out that he had put the waterproof suit into another packaging box. No wonder he couldn't find it. He could find it without any effort by stepping on the iron shoes. Zhu Mengjun took the waterproof cover and left. Seeing that they were having fun, Panxing couldn't help it, so he hurriedly tied his armed belt, carried a pistol and a kettle and chased him out.

Five comrades gathered together, and the underwater shadow had not left yet. This is really bizarre. The nuclear submarine could not be parked in one place for so long. This thing is nuclear powered and will not be free of fuel or electricity. Moreover, the US military on the submarine could not not know that this is an island with garrisons. So there may be only one reason for stopping here, it has malfunctioned.

The parking was stopped due to the fault and he did not dare to surface for maintenance. This gave the island guards an opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to go into the water to capture the ironclad evidence that the US submarine invaded our territorial waters. Without further ado, it would be higher immediately. The best water quality among the five people was actually not Fu Ping'an, but Huang Yaowu, but the company commander was the commander, and he was older and his physical strength could not keep up, so Fu Ping'an took action.

But how to get close to the submarine is a big problem. The submarine is still a certain distance from 374 Island. Gao Xiaobo said to drive the sampan and Zhu Mengjun said to pull it down. As soon as the outboard plane is opened, the submarine heard it. He gave us a torpedo and it was all over.

Gao Xiaobo retorted that it is impossible to use a torpedo to hit a sampan. How much does a torpedo cost? It costs millions of dollars, and a sampan is only a few hundred dollars. This is not a good deal.

"Americans have done the use of laser-guided bombs in Afghanistan. When fighting, they don't care about spending money." Zhu Mengjun said that everyone agrees with this sentence and cannot take risks.

So I had to let Fu Ping'an swim with the camera. A person's target is always much smaller than a sampan. Even if the submarine sonar was detected, he thought it was a fish.

"You can't drag it anymore, if you drag it again, you'll really run away." Fu Ping'an took off his military uniform, wore swimming trunks, drew diving glasses and flippers, and carried a waterproof camera on his back. He went into the water from the submarine underwater exit of the secret base, and swam towards the submarine of unknown nationality.

The comrades were not idle either. Corps Huang ordered Pan Xing to take charge of the command temporarily, and he and Gao Xiaobo drove a sampan to respond at any time.

The water temperature is suitable and the wind is calm. Fu Ping'an was very relaxed and freehand. He was not afraid at all. Even if his opponent was a nuclear submarine, it was because the gap between the two sides was too big that the submarine was formed, so the submarine could not do anything to him. His mission was also very simple. Just take a picture of the outline of the submarine and it would be better if he could carry the hull number. This is a great achievement.

The submarine was parked at a distance of hundreds of meters away from 374 Island, with a depth of only twenty meters. The water pressure at this depth could withstand it. If it was deeper, it would be powerless. The closer Fu Ping'an got, the greater the touch in his heart. The submarine was like an underwater giant beast, dark and cold, giving people an inexplicable oppression.

He raised his camera and took two photos, and suddenly noticed something strange. There was someone at the tail of the submarine!

It was a frogman wearing a black rubber submersible suit and carrying an oxygen cylinder. He was operating something at the submarine's propeller. This was the reason why the submarine stopped. The huge propeller was entangled by a large ball of nylon ropes. The fat red kelp farm used a large number of very thick nylon ropes. A storm made the ropes messy and floated around in the sea. Unfortunately, the propeller was rolled up more and more. However, the strength of the nylon rope was extremely high. Forcibly driving would only cause engine failure.

Fu Ping'an understood in an instant that the submarine was parked at such a depth without surfaced, just to facilitate maintenance and not reveal its whereabouts, but they ignored one thing: the garrison on the island was not a decoration.

The frogman was concentrating on cutting the nylon rope, not paying attention to the people behind him. A bold idea came to Fu Ping'an's mind, why not catch a prisoner!

Underwater fighting is a technical job. Because he can't breathe and cannot use it with strength, Fu Ping'an does not have an oxygen cylinder. If the other party has it, he will be innately at a disadvantage. Maybe the other party has brought underwater guns. But at this time, Fu Ping'an's brain was completely occupied by fighting spirit and could not tolerate rational thinking. He swam over quickly, held the frogman's oxygen cylinder, and twisted the valve.

The frogman then discovered someone's sneak attack and turned to fight. The dagger in his hand was long and sharp, but Fu Ping'an left him no chance. The two fought for a short time. The frogman fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen, and the oxygen in Fu Ping'an's lungs was also exhausted. He grabbed the diver and floated up quickly. After floating out of the water, he took a deep breath of air and waved to the island.

The comrades kept staring at the sea. When they saw Fu Ping'an dragging someone up, they immediately cheered. Pan Xing picked up the walkie-talkie: "Company Commander, support immediately! Ping'an has captured the prisoners."

Huang Yaowu pulled the engine, and the outboard roared. The small sampan arrived quickly and took the prisoners up first. Fu Ping'an climbed up. Corps Huang turned the bow of the ship and drove towards the dock. Gao Xiaobo held a gun and was sweating profusely. It was not because of the heat, but because of the tension. Before they knew it, they entered the actual combat.

Fu Ping'an had already started to perform artificial respiration for the prisoners. He finally caught a big fish. It would be a pity if he killed it. Fortunately, the frogman had excellent physical fitness and soon recovered his consciousness. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the black muzzle and gave up the idea of ​​resistance.

"Tell him that the People's Liberation Army treats prisoners preferentially, but they are stubborn and shot them dead on the spot." Gao Xiaobo, who is holding a gun, said.

Fu Ping'an's English that had been practicing for a long time finally came in handy. The other party nodded recognizablely, indicating that he understood.

The captive had black hair, deep green eyes, and a high nose. He was considered a handsome guy among European and American men. He was not young, at least over thirty years old, and perhaps an officer or a senior sergeant. In short, he was a hundred times stronger than the photo.

Corps Huang used the walkie-talkie to order Pan Xing to go back to the barracks and report to the garrison area, arrested a prisoner, and asked for support.

Fu Ping'an took the opportunity to interrogate him. He asked him about his name, nationality, and military position, but this guy didn't speak any more.

There were tricks to not speak. Fu Ping'an pulled down the dog tags hanging around his neck. The US military had a set of dog tags marked with various information, and the name was at the forefront. The first thing Fu Ping'an saw was his surname spruance, and spelled it out and said: "Spruance, why is it so familiar?"

"The United States has a Spruins-class destroyer, I know this," said Gao Xiaobo.

This is a foreign surname, nothing special. The line below is the abbreviation of the name, with only the letter j, and I can't guess what it is. There are military branches, blood types, social insurance numbers and religious beliefs behind it. The only valuable one is the prefix letter o of the military number, which means that it is an officer rather than a soldier.

The sampan was leaning on the dock, Fu Ping'an went up first, and then pulled the prisoners up. Gao Xiaobo always held the gun to alert him. The three of them hurried back with the prisoners. At this time, Pan Xing also rushed back to the barracks and turned on the radio to report to his superiors, but the signal could not be connected. The fault code showed that the optical cable was broken.

The undersea optical cable will not be broken easily. The only possibility is that it is caused by man. Pan Xing's face turned pale and said to Huang Yaowu who had just come in: "Company Commander, the optical cable has been cut off by the enemy, and we can't contact the mainland."

"If you think of other ways, you must contact us." Huang Yaowu said, "If there are fewer submarines, you must go to the island to look for them. Not to mention more than 100 people on the submarine, this is a submarine that performs special missions. If there are amphibious special forces stationed in the boat, it is difficult for us to defend this island."

After saying this, Fu Ping'an was cold from head to his heel. He thought he had caught a big fish, but he didn't expect it to be a hot potato.

"Then... put it back?" Gao Xiaobo's face turned pale because of fear.
Chapter completed!