1890 King of Southeast Asia

In the early morning of November 6, the aircraft carrier escort fleet met with the gold transport ship in the Gulf of Aden. After receiving the confirmation message, the British ship turned around and left.

The escort fleet did not go out directly, but reorganized its formation after dawn, and then sailed eastward along the continental shelf.

They had to go to Oman to replenish fuel and food first, and then return all the way without stopping, and they would arrive in about ten days.

On the evening of the 6th, the fleet arrived in southern Oman, and then continued to sail to the Strait of Hormuz. They had to pass through the Strait of Hormuz to find a military port for supply.

In the early morning of the 7th, the escort fleet, the destroyer Zijingshan.

"Ha~~Hi~" On the bridge, Li Zhilin, a staff officer, yawned loudly, and the yawn seemed to be contagious, affecting everyone.

For a while, the bridge was yawning all the time, and the captain Peng Xiaowen's mouth twitched.

"You haven't woken up yet? What did you do yesterday? You look listless..." Peng Xiaowen shouted, scaring Li Zhilin.

"In that case, I'll wake you up."

"Sound the battle alarm!" Peng Xiaowen shouted angrily.

Dinglinglinglingling~~

The rapid alarm bell rang. The soldiers on duty were fine, but the soldiers who were resting in the sailor cabin jumped up and rushed to their posts with clothes.

The soldiers put on their clothes while running, and many of them ran to their posts holding their shoes and then put on their shoes.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong...

Listening to the dull sound, Li Zhilin's eyes twitched.

A flexible fat man suddenly appeared at the door. After running two steps, his shoes fell off. He quickly grabbed his shoes and ran to the innermost position of the command room. There was a small room there, and he squeezed in with difficulty.

"It's a step backward. It seems that we need to strengthen training and can't slack off." Peng Xiaowen looked at the time and nodded.

In just a few minutes, the personnel at various combat positions of the warship were in place, and the shells were ready to fire at any time.

"You have been in the rear for too long, and you have lost your vigilance! From now on, until you return to the port, everyone should maintain your current state!"

"Go to work!"

Peng Xiaowen shouted in a very stern tone.

He had expected this situation. They had been in a safe position in the rear. Although they did not say it, they were inevitably mentally lazy.

However, they were already in the Gulf of Aden, and they were still so careless, which made him a little angry.

"Hu~"

"Hu~"

"Ha!"

Li Zhilin walked to the side of the small room and saw a dehydrated fat man, sweating all over, breathing hard there.

"Brother Zhilin, good morning!" The fat man, the sonar operator, smiled at Li Zhilin and Zhang Zifu.

"Brother Zifu, you don't have to rush here. Your health is more important. Have you eaten yet? I'll bring you some later. Today's breakfast is steamed buns." Li Zhilin patted the fat man on the shoulder and then took his hand back.

God, why is the fat man sweating all over, like a person who has just been pulled out of the water.

"Thank you, brother Zhilin. I want four meat buns, four vegetable buns, and two red bean paste buns."

"Besides, I will stay on the ship for a day, so I have to follow the requirements of the navy soldiers. It's one thing for me to run slowly, and it's another to take my time."

Zhang Zifu took out a towel and gave it to Li Zhilin, motioning him to wipe his hands.

"No, you keep it to wipe your sweat. I'm going down later. I'll bring you food later. You say, you, a college student, why are you suffering here?" Li Zhilin shook his head and turned away.

Zhang Zifu is not a navy soldier, but a student of the Imperial College of Science and Technology. He just graduated this year and continued to study as a graduate student in weapons and equipment at the Imperial College of Science and Technology.

He worked on projects with his supervisor when he was a junior. Although he was doing odd jobs, he still learned a lot, such as sonar operation.

He had just graduated when the first generation of practical sonar was installed on the ship for shipboard experiments. At first, the navy placed the sonar on the Zijingshan for safety reasons. Who knew that the aircraft carrier fleet that had been stationary for thousands of years was suddenly called to the Gulf of Aden to pick up the ship.

"The power supply is normal, the receiver is normal, no, we need to add a filter to reduce the sensitivity. It sounds too messy and has no effect in actual combat." Zhang Zifu shook his head and began to check the status of the sonar.

This trip with the ship was effective. We maintained combat readiness all the way and experienced various complex sea conditions. Now, except for actual combat, all other tests have been completed, and he has a specific direction for improvement.

"This sound is so mixed that it gives me a headache." Zhang Zifu listened.

"Huh? Why does it seem like there is a different sound?"

"Captain, are there any ships near us?" Zhang Zifu took off his headphones and asked outside.

Peng Xiaowen was writing a logbook when he heard the sound and subconsciously looked outside.

"No, we should be the only ship within 8,000 meters. What's wrong?" Peng Xiaowen looked at Zhang Zifu, puzzled.