Episode 3 Female prisoner ()

"Twin engines are urgently reversed! Two engines are urgently reversed!"

On the deck of the destroyer, a man with blood on his face sat in the middle of broken glass, not caring about checking his injuries and shouting loudly to the surroundings.

This man was the captain of the destroyer. The violent impact drove him from the command room of the bridge and to the fore deck. Fortunately, this was just a destroyer. If it were a battleship, he would have to fall to death.

Two or three sailors surrounded him:

"Eh Junmen! Eh Junmen!"

"Eh Junmen, are you okay?"

"Hey, stretcher, come and carry the military gate!"

Etuhun pushed away the stretcher, stood up on the side of the boat, looked at the water, and said sternly:

"Why are you still urging forward? You'll be surging again! My master just said that the twin-engine reversed, no one went to spread it?"

"Report to the military gate, someone has already gone to pass the order!"

"Military, military gate," the second deputy ran over ecstatically, "You are so smart. This is better than using deep-water bombs. It is the first time in our Qing Dynasty's Navy that you have never run away with a medal! Haha, there are a whole ship of Nanming girls, from captains to soldiers, who can capture alive alive, and I'm afraid there are not more than a dozen brothers now!"

Etuhun glared at him and smiled:

"Wipe off your saliva, what are you thinking? Send a report to the shore quickly and ask them to send a torpedo boat. You have to quickly control the nearby river surface and don't let the ducks fly. If the Ming army comes from the south bank, it will be annoying."

"Yeah!"

"Don't turn on the searchlight. Nanming transferred a light cruiser to the opposite Xiaguan Pier. It's not a fun thing to attract it. Hurry up and put the boat down, shout and let them surrender! I've been so tedious that I almost deserve to give it up."

There was a lewd smile around:

"Yeah!"

"Second pair, you finally take someone down to search for the password book and documents! Now they are in a mess, and there is no time to destroy them. At most, you can tear them a few times. If you find them carefully, it will be a real great contribution."

"Yeah!"

Etu wiped the blood flowing to the corners of his eyes and smiled slightly:

"Report the damage to me."

The second pair smiled and said:

"Fortunately, our Liaohe is an old warship. It has a corner underneath. The bow is slightly damaged and there is no water inlet. The front rudder and sonar are completely damaged, but the rear rudder is good. Oh, you see, we have poured it out now."

Sure enough, the destroyer "Liaohe" had reversed with all his strength at this moment, and now he pulled the bow out of the injured submarine.

"Are any brothers injured?"

"Don't worry, military gate, there is not a single one!"

"Okay, very good," Etuhun took a towel, wiped the blood from his face, and said with satisfaction, "We are fine now. But, it's probably going to be miserable in the submarine right now... Well, where is the military doctor? Call me to bandage the wound to me."

The whole ship seemed very excited. After all, this was the first time to capture the Ming Dynasty submarine soldiers alive, and everyone knew that they would have to remember the merits.

The military doctor was so happy that he couldn't stop talking. He asked while bandaging:

"Military Gate, how did you think the Ming Dynasty submarines use female soldiers?"

"You boy don't even know this," the second deputy showed off in front of the captain, "It's a very simple truth. The Ming Dynasty lacks men!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the busy sailors around them burst into laughter, and the second deputy scolded:

"What are the bastards laughing about? I haven't finished talking yet. It's just one of the fewer men. There are less than one hundred submarines in the Ming Dynasty. It's 5,000 submarine soldiers to support the sky. No matter how short a man is, there are not many thousands of people, right?"

"Sir, what else?"

"Also? There were many women in the Ming army. There were not enough men. Women were stuffed with women where women could be used. But those were all logistics, communications, medical care, civil service, etc., and the real combat soldiers were submarine soldiers. Why? Submarine soldiers were not afraid of being captured, and there was nothing to be afraid of for female soldiers to do this. Look at our surface ships, if they were not able to fight, they would abandon the ships and let others catch them. Submarines were different in fighting. Live was alive, and they were dead. There was no one alive when they went to deep water bombs. Otherwise, why would it be so difficult for us to capture them once? Military gate, are you right?"

Etu smiled and said:

"You guy is half right. There are no shortages of these thousands of people in the Ming Dynasty. Why don't you just use men? I tell you, it is said that the Southern Ming Navy has conducted an experiment and said that this female soldier is more suitable for the boring life on submarines than male soldiers. Alas, don't laugh, this is really. Just like the European and German submarines blocked the British mission. The male soldier can't stand it after going out for two weeks. If he doesn't go back and rest, his morale will fall. If he doesn't need the enemy to fight, he will start fighting. Female soldiers are much better. I heard that female soldiers in the Southern Ming can drive submarines to sea for two months. They are not good, but when they come back, they will be thinner and whiter. Female soldiers are just better, they are more mature than men."

"Well," the second deputy nodded and said with empathy, "The military gate is very important. Take my wife as an example. Sitting there and sewing, you can sit for a day. If you change to the master, don't talk about it for a day, try not to move for ten minutes? It would be strange if you don't jump up!"

After bandaging, the uma waved his hand:

"Okay, call and let them come out!"

The sailors around him started to laugh lewdly again.

...

"Is there anyone inside?"

After pulling the last person out of the stern cabin, the captain asked loudly.

"there is none left!"

"Okay, close the door soon!"

Several people pushed the circular water door up against the surging river water, swept the handle to death.

Now everyone is concentrated in the central command cabin. The water here is no longer knee-deep, and many things are floating. The captain rows his legs and directs the injured communication officer to the bed where the large wooden box is put together. Above his head is the command tower leading to the exit. Two crew members each have a revolver, guarding the exit with their faces raised.

“Is the radio still usable?”

"Report to the captain, let... let the water bubble."

"Where is the password book?"

"In... in the captain's safe..."

The engine officer pointed weakly at the watertight door.

"What are the coordinate maps, mine maps, and... and other maps?"

The engine officer pointed at the watertight door weakly again:

"It's also there, and I didn't have time to take it out..."

The captain gnawed his nails and kicked the water irritably. After a few seconds, she pointed at the two crewmen with pistols:

"You two are just guarding there, and whoever shows up will kill him."

"Then...what if you throw grenades in?"

"I won't throw it away, huh, I know, they... want to capture us alive."

There was a dead silence, and then several people started to cry.

...

A man's voice passed through a loudspeaker to the submarine:

"The submarine ladies of the Ming Dynasty..." Along with this sentence, a lewd laughter rang out.

"...What are you laughing at? Babies are serious... Ahem, I am the captain of the Qing Navy's Liaohe... I now order you to put down your weapons and come out to surrender... According to the Geneva Convention on the Treatment of Prisoners of War, I will guarantee your lives safety... I promise you 'not be troubled by atrocities, insults and curiosity'..."

The laughter became more and more intense, and there were many whistles mixed in.

The dozen girls standing in the ice water in the submarine looked pale and shivered even more violently.

The captain bit his blue lips and slowly took out his gun, tremblingly lifting it in the air:

"Who...who wants to use this?"

The circle of people stared at the revolver like a ghost, and no one squealed.

After all, being bombed by the enemy is one thing, but killing yourself is another thing.

...

"Plop!" The captain threw the gun into the water.

Then, she took out a small medicine bottle with difficulty and held it in the air:

"Then...who wants to use...this?"

There was still no sound around.

...

"Plop!"

The captain threw the medicine bottle into the water again.

"Captain..." The communication officer raised his body with difficulty, "The two sets of batteries behind... are all leaking, and in a while... the water here will turn... into acidic..."

Everyone lowered their heads in horror and looked at their calves soaked in the water.

...

The loudspeaker is still broadcasting:

"...I am the captain of the Qing Navy's 'Liaohe' destroyer..."

...

"Crash!"

The captain suddenly pushed the compass and triangle boards on the chart table into the water, and leaned on it and sobbed.
To be continued...