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Chapter 645 What the Kamikaze Team can do, I can do too!

Just as the destroyer was using its twin 40mm Bofors anti-aircraft guns to create a series of splashes between the two ships, it finally re-established contact with its base.

"US NAVY DD-744, this is USS base. We have detected that the Chinese have dispatched their 'Four Great Generals.' Please be mindful of the situation in the area and do not provoke that belligerent lion too much..."

“Oh? A minesweeper on the other side is threatening my navigation, and I’m preparing to eliminate that threat! And…” Colonel Williams frowned as he listened to the instructions delivered in an unfamiliar accent.

"DD-744, I admire your courage. I hope you can emerge unscathed from a four-on-one encirclement... Oh, and maybe that's not all..."

Upon hearing this, Colonel Williams' heart skipped a beat. He covered the communication button and immediately issued another order:

"I remember the Chinese took over the Allied Type 613 submarine, right? The active sonar at maximum power, scanning the yellow fan-shaped area from 30 to 80..."

After the order was given, Colonel Williams continued his call with the unfamiliar voice on the radio:

"Couldn't the Seventh Fleet provide us with support? When I received the 'reconnaissance' order, wasn't the Lexington battle group right behind us?"

Colonel Williams continued to frown. Although he was arrogant, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could take on four people at once...

In particular, if all of China's navy were as reckless as the minesweeper in front of him, he would probably only end up as shark food.

"Ha, so you're lucky. While you were turning on your electronic jamming, the Lexington carrier battle group had already headed north to confront the Soviets... The Soviet Vladivostok fleet is heading south to escort their people to the 'Northern Territories.' This is a threatening probe of our Far East strategy. End your friction with the Chinese! You might have to deal with them again in a while!"

"Roger that, sir. Your name!" Perhaps realizing his question was a bit abrupt, Colonel Williams quickly explained, "Sir! You know that relevant instructions need to be recorded in the combat log..."

"Oh dear, are they going to dig up all their secrets?" The person on the other end of the radio chuckled: "Kim Mo-dae, Director of the Asia-Pacific Information Department of the CIA and Director of Operations for the Presidential Special Affairs Office on Cochinchina!"

"As luck would have it, your ship's ownership has been transferred from the Seventh Fleet to the Presidential Special Affairs Office for Vietnam. I can now give you direct orders, Colonel Williams!"

"SIR, YES'SIR!"

After hanging up the communication, Colonel Williams picked up his binoculars again and examined the minesweeper in front of him, billowing black smoke and struggling to close the distance by cutting through the waves:

"Ha, Don Quixote, huh? The Chinese are always like this... When we imposed a complete blockade on the northern battlefield, they used disguised civilian ships and nighttime navigation to break through the blockade and transport weapons and ammunition to North Korea. Post-war statistics showed that they lost more than 200 ships..."

"CAP! This is not the time for reminiscing! Issue the operational orders! Also, I have some personal opinions..."

"Tell me..."

"If we follow the CIA bastards' orders, our ship will be branded as having fled without a fight, which would be a severe blow to the self-esteem of our officers and men..."

"Our ship has a glorious historical heritage..."

Colonel Williams twitched his lips: "Glory my foot! We were just an emergency ship from World War II, and we even had to undergo major repairs after being hit by Japanese kamikaze planes. Didn't you see that the carrier battle group didn't take us with them when it went north? Isn't that because they think we're a burden? In the eyes of the Seventh Fleet, this DD-744 is probably just a lowly worker doing odd jobs."

Didn't you see that I always sit in the last row when I attend captain's meetings?

However, Williams, a seasoned WWII veteran, wouldn't say anything that would hurt his loyal first mate. He picked up his binoculars and looked at the protagonist of this incident—the crashed P2V-7U.

Although he was very curious as to why the broken plane was still floating on the sea after so long, it did not stop Williams from using the plane as a punching bag.

"My first mate, judging from the Chinese's reaction, they really want this thing. How about we rotate our main guns 15 degrees and dash their hopes?"

Colonel Williams raised his binoculars again, looking at the faces inside the minesweeper: "Tsk tsk, look at the flames in their eyes, so bright, so full of passion..."

"But I'm really curious, if a 127mm naval gun shatters their 'mission,' will that glimmer of hope still shine in their eyes?"

Colonel Williams grinned, his smile carrying a hint of malice.

"CAP! As you wish! However, I have a better plan!"

“Oh… go ahead and do it! But before that, let’s take a step back and get away from their twelve broken lines…”

"CAP? Is this a sign of weakness?"

"No, no, no, a fictitious line! Isn't it fun going in and out like this? The CIA says not to go too far, but in my opinion, any man would enjoy this kind of behavior..."

As he spoke, Colonel Williams made a few rather uncouth gestures. If Jiang Xia had seen them, he would have been amazed that Colonel Williams had the flair of that rock star from later generations.

Yes, it's that signature hip thrust...

"Alright, you're in charge of the rest of the operation. I'm confident you'll give me a perfect score!"

Colonel Williams stood up, and the messenger beside him immediately shouted, "CAP, leave your seat!"

"XO, take your seat and take command!"

The first mate raised his livid chin again: "Come on, let's play a game of in-and-out with the Chinese!"

"Board correction plan..."

"Get the idle USMC (United States Marine Corps) on board moving, get the kayaks ready..."

"Helmsman! Once the vehicle is moving forward at half speed, change the steering command to 'left rudder 10'! Stabilize the heading at 140 degrees. Oh, and tell those Marines not to bring any lethal weapons. Just tow that plane back!"

"Aye!"

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"It...it's turned! Captain! That bastard's charging at us again! Hahaha! That bastard doesn't know, we're just going to stick to him!"

The lookout on the "Seahawk" was not surprised but rather pleased to see the DD-744, which had just stopped, start moving again.

The deathly silence in the cockpit was suddenly ripped apart. Liu Huaqing's shoulders, which were as tense as rocks, relaxed almost imperceptibly. Those shells had really given him a cold sweat.

"Put it on! Put it on!"

Liu Huaqing waved his arms. Although he didn't know what the bald eagle was planning, he had to seize the opportunity when it came!

"Gunner! Gunner! Take out all the fuses from the deep-sea bombs, connect them together, and make it a manual detonator!"

"captain?"

"Once it's on, you all abandon ship! I'll control the bombs! Damn it, what the Japanese kamikaze fighters can do, I can do too!"

"Captain!"

"Execute the order! If anyone knocks me unconscious and stuffs me into a lifeboat like last time, I'm no longer your brother!"

Liu Huaqing pulled out a steel helmet from somewhere, put it on his head, and glanced at his comrades with a rather smug look.

Bah! A bunch of mudskippers, what's so interesting about them!

"Chaoying, Xiaoli, you must grow up quickly..."