Two Hundred and Eighty-Six Dark Clouds

The waves that were nearly three meters high and the dark clouds that were as thick as cotton made the captain of the fearless battleship, Captain Kinsen, inexplicably worried.

His battleship can be said to be the largest fortress at sea so far, and its 10 305mm caliber guns can compete with any enemy. If it weren't for the fact that the puppet empire could not be reached directly at sea, he even felt that with these battleships, Ailan Hill would be able to secure the victory.

It is a pity that the Navy has never had the opportunity to expand its army and can only exist as a foil role. It was only recently that Ireland Hill's sea fleet had truly encountered challenges.

"Wow!" The huge waves slapped directly on the bow of the battleship, causing countless broken waves. The entire battleship rose and fell with the waves. Standing on Cambridge, Captain Kinsen looked at the distant place where lightning struck from time to time.

"Visibility is decreasing! Captain!" A lookout sergeant reminded Jin Sen loudly: "Where we are, it is already very dangerous!"

"The destroyer Bammerson requested to withdraw, their tonnage is too small, and the waves are very serious!" A liaison officer walked behind Captain Kinsen and reported loudly.

The fleet consisted of 4 destroyers and 4 cruisers, as well as a dreadnought. The scale can be said to be very large.

However, in the storm in front of him, the fleet seemed so small. There was no rain in the sky, so it could be said that the storm in front of him had an evil spirit from the inside out, which made people feel very uneasy.

"Let all destroyers retreat 30 kilometers! Set up a second cordon around the storm! Keep the communication channel open! If you encounter interference, report it immediately!" Jin Sen frowned slightly and ordered his men.

"The image transmission is still normal, mainly because the waves are too big! There are also some changes in the sea water nearby, and the color is obviously darker than the sea water in other sea areas." A technician said with a worried expression.

"In a sense, there are so many abnormal signs in this sea area, and it is indeed certain that some kind of change is going to take place here." Another technician looked at the instrument in front of him and shook his head depressedly.

He brought an instrument to monitor the vibration, but found that on the sea surface, due to the height of the waves, it was impossible to monitor the vibration normally - the battleship he was on was always shaking, and the vibration was very strong.

The three cruisers adjusted their positions. pulled the distance from each other. Nor can they guarantee that their course will be in control in such weather conditions. Therefore, keeping a distance is undoubtedly the best way to ensure safety.

On the sea, the waves seemed to be bigger than before. Huge waves crashed against the dreadnought's tall, sturdy sides with a loud snap.

Inside the battleship, the sailors nervously listened to the twisted metal creaking of the battleship's hull, and continued their work uneasy.

Some were filling the boilers with coal, and some soldiers were resting in the rickety cabins. Their hammocks swayed in the waves, with the flickering electric lights and the murky air.

"The barbarian cruiser used the lights to send the news that there were some problems with their power system, and they could only maintain the current speed. It would take an hour to repair." In the tense bridge, another officer sent a Not great news.

The naval battleship itself is a precision machine, and failure is a matter of course. Coupled with the current sea conditions, it would be surprising if there were no problems.

"It doesn't matter, we will maintain this speed!" Glancing at the speedometer, Kinsen intends to accommodate the cruiser Barbarian to keep a fleet intact.

He has already lost the reconnaissance vision of the outer destroyers due to the sea conditions. If one more cruiser is left behind, then his fleet will only exist in name only.

"What the hell is this weather? Huh? Yesterday a cruiser's antenna was struck by lightning, and today a cruiser's boiler has a problem... Damn it." An officer looked out the window at the foggy weather,

murmured in a low voice.

Visibility is indeed decreasing, the light is getting dimmer, and there is a faint layer of fog. The thunder and lightning in the distance can no longer be seen clearly, only the light through the thick fog can be seen.

"Turn on the searchlight! Activate the search radar!" Kinsen had to give the order after ten minutes. The visibility is too low, he must ensure the observation of the fleet, after all, his purpose here is to observe.

If he knew there were enemies nearby, his orders would be reversed. He's going to turn off all the lights and get ready to fight.

But yesterday there was nothing in this sea area, and Jin Sen's order was also to monitor this sea area, not to search and destroy the enemy.

"Telegram to Alan Hill! Describe what we saw, where's the photo? Has it been sent back?" Kinson had just sent a telegram back an hour ago, and now he has to send it again.

"The transmission shows that it was successful... I don't know if there will be a problem." A technician replied while fiddling with the machine in front of him.

Since satellites can transmit pictures, it is not difficult for battleships to transmit pictures back. Anyway, there is a long-distance image transmission technology, and everything is very convenient.

Minutes and seconds passed, and after half an hour, Jin Sen looked at the waves that broke apart in the bow of the ship, and asked the adjutant beside him: "How long have we not received the contact telegram from Alan Hill?"

"I haven't received a telegram for about 40 minutes! The radio communication has been seriously disturbed, and the radio communication between the destroyers in the periphery and us is also intermittent." The adjutant replied worriedly.

"Let the Barbarian turn around immediately! Send the image back to Ireland Hill at the edge of the storm! I think our image transmission, and the telegram, have been disrupted!" Captain Kinsen ordered, frowning.

Now he feels that his fleet has lost contact with the outside world, so he must immediately change his tactical arrangements.

"Turn the fleet! It's a little too weird where we are now! There's no need to take risks! Get out of here!"

Jin Sen watched the warship turn around slowly and carefully in the waves, and said to the technician not far from him: "I think, in this situation... the magic eye on the endless sea should be here."

"We also judged the same. There are some strong magnetic fields here, and the weather conditions are also very bad..." The technician also had lingering fears about the bad weather conditions in front of him, and answered: "Returning may be a correct choice."

On a B-52 improved reconnaissance plane with a huge drop fuel tank hoisted under the wing, the pilot looked in surprise at the cloud column formed by the dark cloud that went straight to the sky, causing the plane to change its flight direction.

He glanced at the equally astonished co-pilot next to him, and started reporting to the people on the radio: "I don't see the fleet! There's a huge updraft around here, it's too big, bigger than a nuclear weapon. The mushroom cloud formed by the explosion is ten times larger...maybe a hundred times larger..."

"That's right! We can't see the inner core! We don't know what it looks like inside! But I can see lightning in the dark clouds, which is quite bad..." The plane flew nimbly in the sky against the edge of the dark clouds, and the pilot answered cautiously Commander's question on the radio.

"We're shooting...yes, very bad footage!" The pilot adjusted his course again, and then saw a track on the sea: "I saw the fleet! A ship...but didn't see it. others!"

"Patrol 3 calls Monitor 1! Inspector 3 calls Monitor 1! Please answer if you hear! Please answer if you hear!" the pilot changed the communication channel and repeated into the intercom.

"I'm the destroyer USS Naranbak! I can hear you calling! The interference is so bad! We can't transmit a video signal to Alan Hill! Now we're repositioning ourselves! Can you see the dark clouds behind us?"

"Naranbak, we can hear your voices! We can see the dark clouds... Unless you're blind, who can't see such a big target?" the pilot joked while grabbing the communicator.

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On the beach on the outskirts of Ferry City, full of salt-drying pits. A saltworks worker was surprised to find an uninvited guest on the beach. He shouted loudly, attracting all the people nearby.

They saw an ugly fish that was about one meter wide and ten meters long. It had long since died on the beach. This strange fish has a ferocious face, a mouth full of fangs, a pair of huge eyes that can't be closed, and it looks ferocious.

"Isn't this a deep-sea fish?" A well-informed old fisherman looked at the strange fish in front of him and said strangely: "This is a fissure fish, a legendary monster that lives in a fissure in hell. As soon as it enters the shallow sea, it will Dying, so no one can see the rift fish alive."

Beside him, some young people had never seen such a vicious strange fish, and they all sighed in amazement beside the corpse of the strange fish. It's not easy to see such a huge fish, especially an ugly fish that looks so ugly.

There are many species of whales and sharks in the oceans of this world, and they are generally similar to the earth's environment. However, because of technology, people are still far from being able to recognize the sea, so they are full of awe of the sea.

"Something must be happening... There must be something... very bad." The old man looked away from the corpse of the strange fish and raised his head to look at the sea horizon in the distance.

He saw the black clouds over there, so he frowned: "I have lived here for so many years, and I have never seen such a big storm..."