Chapter 56 Stalin's Revenge
Thomas certainly does not have this ability. The bulk grain trade is in futures, and the supply of goods is in the hands of super crocodiles such as Adamme and Cargill. He does not have the ability or the courage to get involved in this level of business.
But he can serve as a contact person between Yang Feng and these big crocodiles and get a piece of the pie by himself.
As Yang Feng expected, his purpose of looking for Thomas was to let him go. As long as there was enough profit, grain merchants of all sizes naturally flocked like flies that smelled rotten odor, and spread tens of millions of pounds. It was only a matter of time for him to take time off the food in the market. Those capitalists would not care about the consequences that would be caused. As long as they had money to make money, they should be in trouble. At this time, in the hearts of the American people, if Japan starved to death, it would be a good idea.
Yang Feng didn't know that just as he was deliberately trying to harm our neighbors, a cannon had already aimed at his nest.
Anbuna Island, a newly built naval base at the southern end.
In the conference room of the Lu Xiangsheng destroyer late at night, including Captain Krezimmer, a group of Prussian officers were gathering together with serious faces, as if they were convening a combat meeting.
Well, they were reading Chinese on the blackboard with a female teacher in a stiff voice.
For them, this is the most urgent thing to solve at the moment.
"First of the People, our beloved Head of the People."
Clay Zimmer reads melancholy like a kindergarten kid.
But at this moment, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically, and he jumped up instantly like a spring installed on the bottom of his pi. He shouted loudly at the same time: "Blasting, raising the alarm, everyone will be there!"
As he finished speaking, a red light suddenly passed by the night sky outside the window, and the next moment, a striking fire ball exploded in Yingtianfu City.
The entire Anbuna Island was in chaos in an instant, and nearly 200,000 soldiers and civilians in their sleep were awakened by the sudden shells. In the military port, airport, and shore defense artillery positions, countless soldiers rushed out of the barracks in their clothes, watching the flying shells after flying in shock, and were at a loss. However, the Prussian mercenaries were shouting at them anxiously. Because of language problems, most of the soldiers who had never had any combat experience did not understand their intentions. They were so angry that the mercenaries had to run to their respective posts, and then the soldiers remembered what to do.
However, at this time, a dazzling light column on Lu Xiangsheng had pointed to the sea surface, and the new radar that had just been installed at the highest point also turned.
"It's a one hundred mm deck cannon, with enemy submarines nearby."
While translating his apprentices, Clayzimmer kept giving orders to Prussian officers who had already entered various positions. At this time, a target appeared on the radar screen. Then the two main turrets on the head of the ship turned, and one by one, four millimeter shells were loaded into the barrel.
At this time, shells were still falling in the urban area of Yingtian Prefecture.
On the sea less than ten kilometers away from the port, a huge black shadow floated quietly in the waves under the moonlight like a whale floating on the sea. At the front, a large number of sailors in Soviet naval uniforms were operating a deck cannon to fire shells at the distance. Under the reflection of the fire of the trough, the handwriting of Б12 next to the crust of the podium was clearly visible.
Well, this is a submarine of the Soviet Navy's Pacific Fleet, the Liningist class, commonly known as the L-class, large ocean-going submarine, the Б12 Molotov.
Looking at the explosion of fire in the distance and the searchlight columns suddenly shot out from the port, the captain who was commanding the shooting on the deck gave a retreat order without hesitation. The sailors quickly followed him into the submarine. Just as they closed the hatch door, with a harsh roar, four water columns exploded near the submarine, and the nearest even hit the aroused water column on the deck.
"Dive, dive immediately!"
The captain shouted loudly, then completely closed the hatch door. Under the impact of the constantly exploded water column, the submarine quickly submerged under the water.
"The enemy is retreating."
Just as the Molotov disappeared from the radar screen, the sonar shouts also sounded from the Lu Xiangsheng.
"The General Staff Order, start an anchor and pursue!"
Manstein, who replaced Yang Feng's command, also arrived.
"Anchor!"
Krezimmer yelled.
Just next to the Lu Xiangsheng, the chimneys of the other three destroyers began to roll in thick smoke, and at the same time, the thick anchor chains gradually pulled up from underwater. Of course, these destroyers could not set sail immediately, and it would take some time for them to burn enough steam.
At this time, the telegram that his nest was bombarded was also sent to Yang Feng, who was preparing to score with Evelyn.
"After being bombarded by a submarine? What did our early warning radar do? Such a large piece of thing surfaced, and the radar could not see it?"
The good thing was interrupted and Chief Yang looked at the accompanying staff officer and said with wide eyes.
The radar he set up on Anbuna Island was directly dismantled from the earth in parallel time and space. Although it was not the latest model, at the height of the erecting, a small fishing boat on the sea surface within 100 kilometers could not escape the surveillance. Because it was too advanced and even foreign personnel were not allowed to contact, even the radar station was not allowed to enter.
"Two staff on duty were drunk, so no abnormalities were found on the radar."
The staff officer said embarrassedly.
"Okay, arrest them and leave them to the military court to see if they need to whip or shoot them directly. Together with their direct superiors, the Navy must kill the submarine." Yang Feng said speechlessly.
However, it is not too strange that such a thing happened. After all, most of his subordinates were ordinary people a few months ago, and such a short time was not enough to make them real soldiers, let alone things that took time to settle down. In addition, Anbuna Island itself is an environment that is lonely overseas and has no real threats, so it is not surprising that such things have occurred.
"Joseph, what's the point of asking me to say you! If you are a big man, you will steal. You have to force me to beat you up!"
After sending the staff officer away, Chief Yang said speechlessly.
Of course he understood that this must have been done by Joseph. Comrade Stalin had only this kind of revenge on him, although it was also very risky. The submarine was shot at the sea, and running to someone else's port for attack was a courageous job. However, Comrade Stalin, who had been smeared with soles of his shit, sucked on his face every day, in order not to vomit blood, he could only let the heroic Soviet naval soldiers take the risk.
You should know that the three ships Kalinin have not completed their exhibition in Southeast Asia yet. The Miying newspapers are like tracking three Hollywood's top stars, opening columns to introduce their itineraries every day. Comrade Stalin has not yet expressed anything. How could he make the warriors of all races who resisted the colonists in various places believe him?
"Hmph, if you mess with me, you will have to pay the price!"
Yang Feng said with a sneer.
Revenge is necessary. Head Yang never likes nonsense such as a gentleman taking revenge for ten years. His principle is to resolutely not leave overnight revenge, but this time it is a bit difficult, just like Comrade Stalin is helpless to him because of distance, and he is also helpless to Joseph because of distance.
At this time, the four ships Lu Xiangsheng on Anbuna Island also burned enough steam, and Lu Xiangsheng was the first to leave the dock.
"Active sonar boot up!"
Clayzimmer said as he looked at the sea in the moonlight, and his apprentice next to him showed a puzzled look.
"Mine, since enemy submarines can bombard our ports with deck cannons, why not throw a few mines to us quietly on the waterway?"
Clayzimmer explained.
OK, the other party thinks the same way.
The military port is actually at the end of a crack-like bay. The dredged narrow channel is nearly ten kilometers long. When the Lu Xiangsheng, who was driving the active sonar, drove to the end of the channel, more than a dozen suddenly extra anchor mines were bombarded by the active sonar from the water. Then several small fishing boats drove out and dragged the minesweeper to start cleaning the channel. When the work was completed, it was already the morning of the next day.
However, for destroyers chasing submarines, this delay of time is not worth mentioning at all. It is fine to let the submarine run for less than ten knots underwater for a day. The four destroyers then accelerated to more than thirty knots, driving active sonar, and carrying out large-scale searches around Anbuna Island with anti-submarine formations.
At the same time, a large number of Lincoln-type bombers took off one after another, and even some Mustang-type fighters that had routine training missions joined the search ranks. Although there were no special anti-submarine aircraft, they could not hold up in large numbers. More than 100 aircraft of various types flew at ultra-low altitudes and kept wandering around the sea. At this time, it was not easy to hide the submarine's submarine's ability of more than ten hours of the sky. At noon, a Lincoln-type bomber discovered the ripples brought out of the snorkels on the sea more than 100 kilometers northeast of Anbuna Island.
Then the destroyer formation, which was searching for forty kilometers away, immediately turned around and rushed over.
Chapter completed!