Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

In the vast Yellow Sea, the battle-scarred trading fleet is struggling forward.

Compared with the confidence when they first set out, all the surviving crew members now reveal fatigue and confusion, and look like a group of staggering old people.

There was no way. For this group of sailors who had just entered the Pacific Ocean, the sea and air battle a few hours ago was indeed a bit beyond their scope.

Although the trading fleet ultimately won the victory and even annihilated the attacking enemy forces in one fell swoop, they also paid a very painful price, especially the Fletcher-class destroyer that served as their flagship.

The DD-450, which was given special care by the Kagoshima Tarumi Air Force, almost perished in the sea in the desperate battle just now.

If the damage control team had not been able to promptly seal the hole in the underwater part of the rear hull, Zhong Yun and his crew would have surely ended up drowning.

"Report to the major, the casualties have been counted. In this battle, a total of 32 people on the ship were killed and 71 were injured, of which 29 were seriously injured and needed to be taken ashore for treatment in time."

"In addition, the situation above the waterline is also not optimistic. The entire ship's power system has failed, the three 127mm main guns at the rear have all been destroyed, and the two front main guns can only be operated manually."

"The only good news is that three of the five twin-mounted Bofors are still available, and the remaining four Oerlikon gun groups can be put on full alert at any time."

As soon as he said this, Zhong Yun clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. Under the new and old hatreds, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart at all.

If conditions permitted, he would have liked to return to the battlefield immediately, fish out a few Japanese corpses from the sea and whip them to vent his anger.

The deputy captain, Captain Bird, was also in an unstable mood.

There were only 354 crew members on their entire ship, and one third of them were killed or wounded in just one encounter. If the Republic of China's air force had not arrived at the rendezvous point in advance, their losses would have been even greater.

Just when the two were determined to take revenge, the communications soldier from the combat intelligence center knocked on the door of the captain's room and brought good news that was extremely reassuring.

"Captain, the Republic of China just sent a message in lights."

"According to the information provided by the other party, we have now officially entered the Yellow Sea. For the rest of the voyage, they will send out surface forces to guide the route."

Just as he finished speaking, a long whistle sounded suddenly from outside, followed by the cheers of the crew.

Seeing this, Zhong Yun and his deputy captain rushed out without saying a word. As soon as they picked up the telescope and prepared to look into the distance, a familiar yet unfamiliar single-wing fighter plane flew over the trading fleet.

Looking at the hundreds of advanced escort fighters and the old destroyers in the distance whose tonnage was obviously no more than one thousand, Captain Byrd instantly understood the profound meaning of the Commander-in-Chief and Commander Nimitz.

"Captain, your hometown is a bit weird. The air force is strong, but the navy is weak. What's going on?"

"It's a country with both land and sea, and its coastline is ridiculously long, so how come its technology tree is so crooked now?"

"To be honest, if it weren't for the wrong color of the sea, I would have thought I was back in London. The last time I saw so many Spitfires was during the Battle of Britain."

During World War II, each major force or major participating country had its own iconic equipment.

On land, if you see a grocery cart that is not as tall as an adult male, there must be some kind of combat troops lurking near the battlefield.

If you follow a son of the storm and mistakenly enter the eye of the storm, just after you survive the typhoon, you see a tall illegal building towering into the sky in the distance.

Then congratulations, the aircraft carrier you are on must have collided head-on with Japan's combined fleet.

Similarly, the various fighter planes of the British Royal Air Force are also deeply rooted in people's hearts. After all, their high and low designs and aesthetics can always leave an indelible first impression on people.

But today, the Achou sailors' inherent cognition was broken by the actual actions of the Eighth Route Army Air Force.

Perhaps in the near future, "rumors" about bringing British orthodoxy to the Republic of China will spread throughout the Allied forces, because the Royal Air Force cannot gain any advantage in front of the notebook.

Hearing this, Zhong Yun nodded with satisfaction.

"Look, before I set out, I said that the Eighth Route Army's air force was very strong and that they had carried out air raids on the Japanese mainland more than once. Now you believe it, don't you? The commander-in-chief's ancestors were businessmen, so how could he do business at a loss?"

"Remember this: what you hear may not be what you believe, what you see may be what you hear. The newspapers we read are all news that have been screened by the Investigation Bureau."

"And don't underestimate that old destroyer. I just saw what appear to be air and sea radars and fire control systems on its bridge."

"According to the saying in my hometown, this is called Lu Bu riding a dog, or pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger."······
That evening, the golden sunlight dyed the water surface in the west red, and the entire Majingzi Shipyard was bathed in the sunset.

To the east, this place is adjacent to the Engineering College, Mechanical College and Coal Storage Depot under the Naval Academy, and to the southeast, it is close to the iron wharf. There are railway tracks between the three places for the convenience of transporting military supplies. This is the only place where the Eighth Route Army Navy can repair warships at this stage.

At this time, near the No. 3 dry dock, hundreds of workers wearing rattan helmets and labor protection gloves were staring at the sea in the distance with eagerness.

Comrades, they are no longer satisfied with practicing with small boats. The upcoming Fletcher-class destroyer is the cutting-edge equipment that everyone has been thinking about day and night.

Looking at the workers with excited faces, the chief technical engineer from the French advisory group smiled and shook his head.

Considering that most people present had never encountered a 3,000-ton warship, he patiently commanded:

"According to the information sent back by the Air Force, we need to repair the destroyer's rudder and propeller first, and also replace the search sonar installed at the bottom of the bow."

"These tasks may seem complicated, but in essence they are not much different from upgrading the Tong'an. So don't feel any psychological pressure, just perform your duties normally."

"Get ready for the docking procedure. The Fletcher-class destroyer is 114 meters long and 12 meters wide. I don't want it to crash into a concrete wall."

Unlike the time-limited and illegal project of repairing Yorktown in three days, the chief engineer from France planned to slow down the pace and proceed step by step. After all, the Eighth Route Army had no plans to go to sea to fight this year.

According to the original plan, he intended to personally play a teaching game, using the severely damaged American destroyers to help the students further digest the knowledge taught in class.

As for whether the island has the ability to repair ships?

Just kidding, it's really not that difficult to repair or upgrade a destroyer whose power system is not damaged. If it weren't for the need to teach, he could have taken his team to finish it in three days.

To put it simply, this process is to tow the damaged ship into a dry dock, drain the water to expose the part below the waterline, then remove and discard all the damaged parts from the ship, and finally replace them with new parts and structural parts.

In addition to the finished radars, the two Liberty ships even had several spare 127mm main guns.

They are all ready-made parts, there is nothing that cannot be repaired.

Just as the comrades were gearing up for a big fight, loud whistles suddenly came from the east.

Following the source of the sound, we saw six ships as big as "small mountains" slowly sailing towards Liugong Island, with a red flag fluttering in the wind on the leading flagship.

Seeing the huge warships and transport ships getting closer and closer, people exclaimed in amazement, and some young men even shouted.

The movement outside aroused the interest of Huang He in the office.

After learning that a trading fleet was about to enter the port, he first greeted several colleagues, and then rode his bike to the artillery position behind the government office in the northwest.

Holding on to an antique cannon from the last century, Huang He used a telescope and his height advantage to see the trading fleet at a glance.

But with just one glance, the scars filled with bullet holes and explosion marks came into view.

"Yamamoto! I'm R your ancestors!"

"What a wonderful new ship! It has just become half dead after it came into my hands. You are such a beast! You deserve to die!"

pain!
It hurts so much!
This feeling is like a zero-paying World of Warships player who is reluctant to open even a premium account, and finally gets a level 9 Fletcher after being ravaged by the young master.

In order to buy a ship and accessories, he borrowed money from one place to patch up another and finally gathered enough silver coins. He even used his long-accumulated global experience to skip the blank hull.

As a result, at the beginning of the game, it was first lit up by the radar ship, then was reduced to low health by Venice's pink cheating bullets, and finally was sent back to the home port by Hildebrand's tactical bombing squadron.

Anyone who experiences this kind of thing would become autistic.

Fortunately, Huang He has always been an optimistic person. Looking at Fletcher, Benson and the Liberty Ship led by the destroyer Tongan, he joked:
"Tsk, Sino-US Task Force, what a niche term. If this happened in the future, I would have really thought it was a Trisolaran invasion or the Russians crawling out of their coffins."

"After these four ships are repaired, I will definitely teach the devil a lesson and show them what a Henan destroyer that can call for an air strike and throw oranges at any time is like!" (End of this chapter)