Chapter 58 The Battle of Guantanamo (1)

The Caribbean Sea in December is still warm, and the U.S. troops stationed in Guantanamo are doing nothing to have fun as usual. The life here is simply too peaceful. Apart from training and maintenance of the base, there is nothing to do every day. Although the scenery here is good, there is nothing new after looking at it for many years. The American soldiers stationed here feel that they are going to be out of luck. The country they are in is not an ally of the United States, so the chances of them leaving the barracks are slim. The soldiers here envied the Japanese who were assigned to Asia, or the Filipino soldiers who could leave the barracks and have fun with the local girls. But much better than here.

Although the relationship between the United States and Cuba is not good, Guantanamo is still peaceful for most of the time. Merchant ships heading to Cuba can freely pass through the waters controlled by the Americans, and local fishing boats enter and leave the bay every day under the noses of the US military. Although we are hostile parties, but close at hand but also live in peace. Soldiers here have a completely different feeling of freedom from the US government's advertised freedom. They feel like they are in prison, trapped in the base.

Boris called almost every day to ask when to do it, but Lebed still carried out the investigation leisurely. The freighter sailing from Rostov arrived ahead of schedule off the coast of Cuba. Boris boarded the freighter with his artillerymen, and seized no time to familiarize himself with the operation of the Katyusha rocket launcher. For this operation this time, Valentin almost emptied the arsenal near Odessa.

After a few more days, Lebed finally decided to make a move. He contacted Boris by phone to discuss the specific time of action.

"What do you think about doing it at night?" Boris suggested. According to his idea, doing it at night can achieve the purpose of surprise.

"No, Boris, let's do it in the afternoon! If the fishing boat returns to port at night, it will look abnormal, and we don't have night vision equipment. We will suffer at night!" Lebed vetoed.

"Okay, everything is up to you!" Boris didn't get too entangled in this aspect.

"Okay Boris, I want you to repeat the steps of the whole operation before proceeding?" Lebed asked finally.

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On a Saturday morning in December 1985, the U.S. military at Guantanamo Bay started their day as usual. There was a baseball game today between the Air Corps and the Marines. This is already considered a major event in this base, and many boys secretly bet to have fun.

For the Cubans in Guantanamo, things seem a little different today. Since the morning, some fishing boats from Colombia have docked near Guantanamo Bay. The local fishermen are a little curious, why do Colombians come to Cuba's waters to fish?

Some curious fishermen came to inquire. Although everyone belonged to different countries, they all spoke Spanish. So there is no problem in communicating. These Colombian fishermen seem to be a little contemptuous, always ignoring the questions of the Cubans. This displeased the hospitable Cuban fishermen.

"Hey! You Colombians don't fish well, what are you doing in our waters?" Some fishermen chased up and asked unceremoniously.

"Aren't you here to steal our fish? This is Cuba's territorial waters?" the Cuban fisherman asked vigilantly.

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"Go away, who cares about your stinky fish and rotten shrimp, I'm here to do great things!" The Colombian "fisherman" who was entangled by the Cuban fisherman, who was a little angry, countered bluntly.

After about twelve o'clock, more and more small fishing boats poured into Guantanamo Bay, and there were probably hundreds of them. The normally empty Guantanamo Bay area suddenly became lively.

But these ships just float on the sea, neither docking nor fishing. Many local fishermen feel a little baffled.

An hour later, a 10,000-ton cargo ship sailed into Guantanamo Bay. Seeing this situation, many local fishing boats in the bay sounded their horns. I don't know how long it has been since a large ship docked. Looking at the containers on their deck, there must be a lot of foreign goods coming here.

Due to the American blockade, few merchant ships dock in Cuba on weekdays! Therefore, the local Bai surname welcomes foreign merchant ships to visit. Because in this way they can purchase some foreign goods.

"Goddess Fiona, please reduce the speed to below one knot, our navigator will guide you to dock safely, please don't deviate from the course!" The control tower at the port contacted the sailors on the 10,000-ton freighter by radio. The underwater situation in Guantanamo Bay is still somewhat complicated, and it has been a long time since such a large ship has called at the port. Therefore, even the local maritime department is not familiar with the situation of the channel. But the sailors on this ship seem to be reluctant to communicate!

"Warning, Goddess Fiona! You have deviated from the course by three degrees, please adjust the course!" The navigator who had been guiding the Goddess Fiona to dock found that the ship was still off course, and hurriedly sounded a reminder. At this moment, a shocking scene appeared.

"Goddess Fiona, what are you doing? Why did you increase the speed to ten knots? Your course is wrong. If you do this, you will hit the rocks!"

"Call Goddess Fiona, stop quickly, are you blind! You have deviated from the course by thirty degrees."

"Goddess Fiona, stop quickly..."

"Boom!" After a loud noise, the Goddess Fiona, which did not listen to the command, finally stopped. The huge impact caused a muffled sound underwater. Many people in the bay saw this scene. The Fiona Goddess, who did not obey the command, rushed towards the reef at an extremely fast speed, and then got stuck on it. Anyone with sailing experience understands that this huge 10,000-ton ship has landed on the beach.

"I'm sorry! Mr. Navigator, there seems to be something wrong with our transmission system!" At this moment, the crew on the Fiona Goddess replied unhurriedly. There doesn't seem to be any rush.

"Why don't you obey the command? Your ship is so big, how much horsepower tugboats are needed to drag you back to the deep water area!" the navigator said angrily.

"It's okay, don't rush to rescue us, Mr. Navigator, you are a good person, something big is going to happen here, I advise you to go to shore quickly!" off the radio.

The Fiona Goddess was quickly noticed by the Americans. They found it very interesting to see this big guy stuck on the reef and unable to move. This can be regarded as a memorable event that has happened over the years. At this time, someone saw a few black spots suddenly appearing on the distant sea.

"One, two, three, four, five! Why are there so many ships docking at Guantanamo today?" the soldier standing on the watchtower said to himself. But at the moment of speaking, the speed of those ships remained unabated, and they rushed straight towards the breakwater of the US military base!

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