Chapter 541: Drake Passage! (Ask for a commuter pass)

At that time, the first generation of 091-class nuclear submarines equipped by the Chinese Navy was so great that it could be detected just after leaving the port, but it was just a simple solution to the embarrassing situation of 'starting from scratch', not only the internal electronic system was backward, but also the most important quiet performance of the submarine was almost non-existent, far behind the trend of the times.

There is no quiet performance, and in the midst of war, that is a live target.

But now it is different, after day and night development, the latest improved Type 093G attack nuclear submarine, its onboard electronic equipment benefits from the development of the new era, far surpassing the Cheyenne, the later improved Los Angeles-class attack nuclear submarine.

In terms of noise, the effect is not bad at all, and both sides are at the same level.

ā€œ093G? I forgot about this, but if I could really run into it, I would like to communicate with them and let them understand the power of the Cheyenne and the U.S. Navy. Hearing this reminder, Deputy Captain Pol suddenly realized what the problem was, shook his head, and said.

"Times are changing, and we must not let our guard down."

Yori whispered as he took his coffee and looked at the unfamiliar signal parameters displayed by the integrated sonar system.

At the age of thirty and with the rank of major, he was able to serve as the supreme commander of the Cheyenne, and the genius of Jori not only had a deep naval background, but also had excellent skills and forward-looking vision.

Although staying up late on duty made him very tired, his whole mind was extremely clear, and he deeply understood one situation - the times are changing!

The position of the world's largest navy is being challenged, and the Huaxia Navy, which owns the southern seas, is booming at an unprecedented rate and growing its strength.

There are rumors that the opponent's fourth aircraft carrier will use nuclear power and electromagnetic catapult, and its tonnage and degree of sophistication will reach the same level as that of Ford-class aircraft carriers.

Of course, Yori doesn't believe this unrealistic statement, but there is one thing that is understandable, and that is that the other side is trying to catch up, or even surpass!

The southern seas are no longer the bathtub of the US Navy.

"You're right, Yori, this is a very important consciousness, the Chinese call it the consciousness of distress, our navy must not indulge in the glorious history of the past, fortunately, those guys who can only play lip service also understand the threat."

Pol, who was nearly forty-three years old, shook his head, looked at the young Yori, and involuntarily felt a sense of disparity in his heart, sighed, nodded and said.

"I once read the famous Chinese book "Mencius", and I like one sentence in it the most." The captain of the boat had a calm face, and his eyes gradually deepened.

Pol was curious: "What words?" ā€

"Born in sorrow, die in peace."

In the command cabin of the Cheyenne nuclear submarine with a narrow space, a standard and powerful Mandarin resounded.

Be quiet

silent

The atmosphere in the cabin was somewhat solemn.

"Uh...... I don't know Chinese, it's too complicated. ā€

After a long time, Deputy Captain Pol scratched his head, a little confused, and softly broke the silence in the cabin: "What does this sentence mean?" ā€

Chinese?

Well, this thing is even more of a headache to learn than encountering a fourth-generation attack nuclear submarine of the Russian Yasen-class.

"The sense of distress you are talking about, this sentence was created 2,300 years ago, and it has been handed down to this day, and I like this sentence the most."

Captain Yori smiled: "Continue to wait, float to the surface of the sea at 12 o'clock in the morning tonight, stay for 10 minutes, let everyone take a breath, deputy captain, the command is temporarily transferred to you, I will go and rest." ā€

"No problem, Captain!" Pol raised his hand in salute and whispered.

The life of submarine officers and men, the universal law of the world, everything needs to be as quiet as possible, and the loud noise of imagination cannot exist at all.

Loud?

Wait for a day and a night of discipline.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half a month has passed.

For the Firmament freighter, which sails the southern Pacific Ocean at the equatorial level, the only thing she has to worry about after leaving Fiery Cross Island to cross the Sulu Sea and the high seas of Sulawesi is the absence of pirates.

The world-famous Somali pirates, who are not capable of wreaking havoc in the Pacific, pick up the exclusive synonymous AK-47 and RPG bazooka to rob cargo ships and extort high ransoms.

Without the risk of pirates, the Qiongfeng freighter, dressed in the skin of Little White Sheep, sailed unhindered along the windless belt of the equator without any interception, and sailed through the range of activities of the US Seventh Fleet and the sphere of influence of the Guam base.

Immediately afterwards, the Firmament Freighter swept through the waters of northwestern Australia and the northwest of Xinlan, and then crossed the southern Pacific Ocean with a width of more than 8,000 kilometers to the Drake Passage separated from Antarctica in South America.

The Drake Passage, the widest and highest average water depth in the world, is located on the edge of the Arctic zone, with Antarctica on one side and Chile and Argentina on the other.

However, it is completely different from the poetic and picturesque imagination, and now, the climate of the Drake Passage is already in the cold winter season.

The sky was slightly dark, overcast, and the surrounding sea was a deep blue, almost dark color, like an abyss.

Above the vast sea, there are white ice floes of various sizes everywhere, which are numerous and dense.

Here, there is hardly any life to be seen, and the temperature is already minus 25 degrees Celsius.

"I'll be at Cape Freud soon, and I'll be at my destination in two days' time, and I'll have enough of this boat."

On the edge of the ship, the metal railing was already frozen, Zhou Hai was wearing a thick red down jacket and warm pants, a signature big hat, and a full set of warm clothes, looking at the towering lighthouse standing on the land dozens of nautical miles ahead, shook his head, and sighed.

Cape Freud, the southernmost point in South America, belongs to the long and narrow territory of Chile, and after a long voyage of 22 days, the Firmament finally arrived here.

To be honest, after Zhou Hai first experienced the novelty of taking a boat, his life became very boring.

Sluggish!

It's so slow that it's a headache.

24 hours a day, it can only sail a distance of about 900 kilometers, which is far inferior to the J-10D 'Fire Dragon', which flies 900 kilometers in one hour, and is even less comparable to civilian flights.

Unfortunately, the plan of arriving in Argentina first by civil airliner did not work at all, there was no way, there was no direct flight between the two sides.

As for the turnaround?

Let's not talk about secrecy for a moment, what do four air force fighter pilots want to do when they set foot on the airfield of another country's territory?

If something happens, who can be responsible?