The aircraft carrier fleet here is all outdated models. I don't know what the mentality of the navy's top brass is. Even if they spend huge sums of money to build a wall along the territorial sea, they are unwilling to pay these soldiers a penny, so they can only patch it up for three years.
"Don't worry about them. Submarines will handle their issues, and we'll handle the carriers ourselves!" The carrier fleet's officers and men were fishing on the deck, using the hangar's jet fuel as fuel for a warm fire. As for the reconnaissance aircraft, they weren't idle either; they were perhaps even more important. Each of them carried two 300-pound ice cream buckets. "You're flying drones. Don't be afraid of acceleration. Try to shake it as evenly as possible!" That was the order the drone operators received.
What's this "calling reconnaissance plane"? Is that even real? That's an underwater magnetic storm wall covering hundreds of thousands of miles! No signal could possibly get through it!
"In the future, the sky will be occupied by drones, and the water will be occupied by drones. What will we old guys do? We should just live a life of idleness and wait for death!" The sailor on the deck was smoking a cheap cigarette in an empty corner, and he was relieving himself while saying "treasonous" words.
"That's right! Screw the military! They haven't paid us for half a year. We have to do everything ourselves! We might as well switch to fishing boats." A Marine soldier chewing gum nearby echoed.
What these guys and gals said was actually quite true. As long as the fishing boat was registered in that damn database, the job prospects were much better than joining the army. The market for fresh fish was much bigger now than before, so if you caught any, you'd make a profit, as long as it wasn't contaminated by radiation.
. . . . . .
Unlike the cheerful and noisy surface, the atmosphere underwater is much different.
The Valkyrie had to carefully maneuver around the "monitoring buoys" while maintaining distance from the relentlessly pursuing "vacuum zone." Yes, they were now only about fifty nautical miles apart, practically face-to-face in military terms. That thing completely ignored all obstacles along its path, including the waste buoys. To the radar operator, it looked like the gaping maw of the abyss.
"Well, what is it?"
"The boundary is vague. If it's a submarine, it must be at least 700 meters long." That's about the size of two aircraft carriers connected end to end.
The crew, having spent over two hours in intense combat readiness, were now sweating profusely. It wasn't their fault; there was no other way. To maintain the submarine's stealth, it was imperative to prevent any unwanted heat signals from being transmitted. Therefore, the temperature inside had already reached 35 degrees Celsius. Furthermore, these good guys were extremely nervous—mainly because they had never experienced this before—so a little sweat was normal. However, for a moment, the smell in the command cabin wasn't quite as pleasant.
"Those bastards up there are so unreliable. In my opinion, the military should immediately revoke their numbers to avoid disgrace!" the communicator said indignantly.
"It's useless. Those guys are even paying for the military now. No one will agree that such a good cash cow will be cut down by just one word." The deputy captain curled his lips.
"Report, we received a very special ultrasound!"
"Tell me about it."
"There's a clear pattern. The peaks and valleys are exactly the same, and this cycle continues three times!"
"What?"
"I know, it's Morse code! That thing is sending us a signal!"
"What is it?"
"Wait..." The onboard computer quickly interpreted the signal.
"Humans, leave." The communicator looked at the display screen in shock.
"What is it!" The deputy captain saw the expressions of his men and hurried over to check.
"Humans, leave?" The second-in-command read out the letter one by one.
Everyone in the command cabin looked at their colleagues in confusion and there was a moment of silence.
"What is that?!" the radar operator suddenly shouted.
"Quiet, quiet, do you want to kill us?" The deputy captain immediately comforted him.
"Look, brothers!" He synchronized the image just seen on the radar to the holographic command platform.
Suddenly, the "black hole" behind them launched an extremely bright spherical object two hundred meters to their lower right, generating a large amount of regular ultrasonic turbulence along the way. With the help of computers, the "spherical object" would pass directly under the submarine, its speed was extremely fast, as fast as a sound wave.
"Everyone, prepare for impact!" The deputy captain gave the order the moment he saw the object.
Time passed by second by second, and everyone counted silently in their mouths.
About a minute later, the turbulent water flow hit the outer armor of the submarine, shaking everyone to the ground.
"Damage control! Go check the situation!" The captain, awakened by the shock wave, ignored the hissing pipe and yelled outside the captain's room.
. . . . . .
The people eating grilled fish on the deck were completely oblivious to the noise under the water until they heard someone shout, "Look over there!"
Someone in the crowd pointed at the towering water column in the distance and exclaimed, "Wow! That must be a giant whale!"
Then someone else cheered, "Let's go and have a look. Maybe we can catch enough to eat for half a year."
"What if there is ambergris in it?" The faces of several sailors nearby immediately turned red. If they could get a piece as big as an egg, it would not matter if they did not receive this year's military pay.
Then they heard the piercing battle alarm: "Everyone return to your posts! Everyone return to your posts! This is not a drill! This is not a drill!"
Before the people who had just heard it could come to their senses, they heard another louder one: "Boom!"
A destroyer escorting the aircraft carrier formation was hit by an underwater attack, creating a huge hole, and the surging sea water rushed into the cabin frantically.
Shocked by the scene before them, the officers and soldiers instinctively tried to get away from the deck. Some of them witnessed the attack from the god of death again while running: "Boom!"
A spherical object suddenly emerged from the sea surface in front of the left side of a cruiser, and with it a large amount of sea water, it rushed straight towards the left side skirt of the ship at an "unscientific" angle, plowing a hole covered with folds in a certain pattern on it, revealing the various cabins of the ship.
"Go get them out of there!" the commander-in-chief on the flagship frantically ordered. Just now, they were attacked by an unknown force from underwater! In just twenty-five seconds, a warship sank and another was severely damaged - isn't this enough to demand funding?
After searching frantically for half an hour, they had no choice but to give up under the threat of the approaching Pacific storm, ending this absurd "exercise".
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