PDLP Chapter 870 shinee!
Chapter 870 shinee!
“Boom—crash!!!”
Less than a kilometer behind the 418 boat, the seawater seemed to explode as a long, black bow suddenly broke through the water, sending up a spray of water everywhere!
Next, there's its smooth, polished conning tower that even reflects the afterglow of the sun, and its beautiful streamlined hull!
The way this submarine surfaced had an indescribable sense of modernity, completely different from the slightly boxy, rivet-exposed rugged style of the 418 submarine and even all the 6603 submarines that Zhao Gang and his team had seen!
The deputy captain, Lao Zhou, stared in disbelief and couldn't help but exclaim, "My goodness! Which shipyard produced this new vessel?"
"That figure, those lines, it's damn beautiful! What a pity, such a beautiful boat, how could it be 'bullied' by that idiot 'Yuejin' just like us?"
Zhao Gang was both surprised and suspicious, but a strange sense of pride welled up inside him. He stroked his chin, his tone tinged with smugness: "Hey! Old Zhou, did you see that? It might just be because I went to the shipyard last time and gave those designers a good dressing down. They were ashamed and worked harder, which is why they came up with such a great design! Looks like my scolding wasn't for nothing!"
A thought that "they are all brothers, we can't just stand by and watch them die" made him immediately order: "They are all brothers, we can't just stand by and watch them die!"
They just got hit, they must be in a panic! Wang Xiaohu! Ma Xiaolong! Go get the life rafts ready! Damn it, my precious deck gun is bent, the small boat is probably in trouble too, you guys check it out!
Wang Xiaohu and Ma Xiaolong immediately ran to the location of the small boat stored on the deck, and sure enough, they found the small workboat hanging on the support, with a long gash on its side caused by the broken buoy cable.
Fortunately, the poor rabbit wasn't using a rubber boat like those of later generations; this little boat was made of wood.
Wang Xiaohu took a piece of wood out of the toolbox, and then there was a series of "bang bang bang bang" sounds...
"Alright! This will do!"
"Damn it, we've had the worst luck today, everything's against us!" Wang Xiaohu cursed and, together with Xiaolong, struggled to push the leaky boat into the sea, grabbed the oars, and began to row with difficulty toward the "pretty guy".
"Little Tiger, what are you doing? You're leaking so badly!"
"What's the rush!" Wang Xiaohu didn't even turn around, pulled an aluminum lunchbox from his toolbox and shoved it into Xiaolong's hand. "Fetch some water! We don't do this all the time!"
Ma Xiaolong was speechless...
The sea was relatively calm, and the two men paddled vigorously, gradually drawing closer. Wang Xiaohu could already make out the details of some of the equipment on the other side's command platform.
"Hey, why is this boat so smooth? Unlike our 418, which has a bunch of rivets on it..."
"Could it be that the shipyard workers have finally seen the light after being scolded by our submarine captain?"
"The captain is amazing!"
Wang Xiaohu raised his hand, made a megaphone shape with his mouth, and shouted in that direction, "Hey! Comrades! Are you alright? Do you need any help?!"
The other side was deathly silent.
"Why isn't it reacting? Is it stunned by the impact?" He said, slamming the oar against the side of the boat. "Let's go! Let's go up and check it out!"
As soon as the small boat brushed against the submarine's hull, Wang Xiaohu scrambled up on all fours. But the hull was so slippery it felt like it was coated in oil, and his shoes slipped, almost causing him to fall back into the sea. He managed to grab onto a metal block to steady himself.
Ma Xiaolong steadied the small boat from behind and said urgently, "Brother Tiger! Tell the captain first! Just in case..."
"What are you talking about! The captain isn't blind, he'll know when he sees us coming up! Why report when you're rescuing your own comrades!" Wang Xiaohu didn't even turn his head, and was about to climb onto the conning tower when he suddenly heard a "click".
A small hatch on the side of the boat suddenly popped open.
A head wearing a strangely styled work cap poked out, looked around nervously, then immediately looked down and shouted something into the boat.
In his panic, he didn't even notice the small boat that was clinging to the hull of the main boat.
Wang Xiaohu was overjoyed and was about to greet him, "Sorry..."
Wait, is that person speaking Wenzhou dialect?
That sounds familiar, but the accent is a bit odd...
Before Wang Xiaohu could think it through, the man angrily shouted out a phrase etched in the memory of every Chinese person.
Eight duck roads!
Okay, I get it now!
“┗|｀O′|┛ Aww~~! It’s a notebook!!” Wang Xiaohu let out a low, inhuman roar. Without thinking, like an enraged leopard, he threw down the oars and scrambled up the slippery boat with both hands and feet!
"Tiger! Don't be impulsive! Report to the captain first!" Ma Xiaolong was so anxious in the small boat that he jumped up and down, and the lunchbox in his hand clattered into the sea.
"There are only two of us, we can't win!"
"Even if we can't beat them, we have to fight! Only by grabbing the turtles by the head can we prevent them from diving!"
The hull was wet and slippery, offering almost no foothold. Wang Xiaohu nearly fell back into the sea on his first attempt. In desperation, he pushed off with his feet, trying to find something to hold onto.
This kick landed squarely on the face of Ma Xiaolong, who was coming to help him up!
"Ugh!" Ma Xiaolong felt a stinging sensation on his nose from being stepped on, his vision blurred, and he was completely stunned.
But when he heard that he couldn't dive, he instantly understood what Wang Xiaohu was planning.
Without dodging or even covering his face, he suddenly assumed a firm horse stance, pressing his shoulder firmly against Wang Xiaohu's foot, and roared in a distorted voice, "Tiger! Go! Hold on tight! I'll support you!!"
At this moment, Wang Xiaohu didn't care about how his comrades below felt; he only had one thought in his mind: grab that notebook!
Using the "human step" that Ma Xiaolong had built for him, he pushed off again with his feet, his fingernails almost digging into the cold paint of the hull, as he desperately tried to climb upwards!
"Xiao Long! Don't you fucking stand there! Shout! Shout as loudly as you can! Let the captain and the others know!"
Ma Xiaolong, whose face was stinging from being stepped on and who was desperately trying to keep the swaying boat steady, immediately opened his throat and shouted frantically towards the direction of boat 418:
"Captain...! It's the Japanese! It's the Japanese submarine!! Tiger has climbed aboard! Someone come quick...!!"
The little notebook was terrified, scrambling back into the cabin while babbling incoherently, "Emergency descent! I've been caught in the traps of the Chinese!"
"Clang!" Just as the hatch was about to be closed, Wang Xiaohu reacted quickly, using the slippery hull of the submarine for leverage, and pounced forward like a tiger.
He was hanging on the edge of the hatch, his right hand gripping the little notebook's hair tightly!
"Ouch—!" Little Notebook screamed in pain. Just as he was about to shrink back into the cabin, his hair was pulled so hard that his scalp tingled. He was stuck at the hatch, unable to go in or back out.
Although Wang Xiaohu wasn't tall, the submariners had good food and were full of energy. His hand gripping the other man's hair was like an iron clamp, pulling him hard: "You son of a bitch! Trying to run? Get out here!"
"バカ! Hands are put! Morning hands are put!"
The little soldier's face contorted in pain, his hands flailing wildly as if he were going mad.
With his left hand, he clawed at Wang Xiaohu's hand, while his right hand clung tightly to the edge of the hatch, his fingernails almost digging into the metal seams. But Wang Xiaohu's hand, gripping his hair, was like an iron hook welded to his scalp. Instead of loosening his grip, he suddenly slumped backward, pushing off the anti-slip treads on the submarine's hull with his toes, letting out a muffled "Hey!"
This sudden burst of strength is exactly like pulling up a radish from the ground!
The soldier's upper body was suddenly pulled out of the cabin, his legs kicking wildly inside. His boots scraped off a patch of paint from the cabin wall, leaving him stuck at the hatch like a radish with half its length pulled out, unable to move forward or backward.
"Whoa—it's a motor!"
His throat was hoarse from the pain, cold sweat streamed down his face, and even the curses he uttered were distorted.
"There's no reason to let go when pulling up a radish!"
Wang Xiaohu gritted his teeth, grabbed the other person's hair with his other hand, and pulled them toward the small boat.
He leaned back, but his canvas shoes slipped on the slippery hull of the boat. So he simply braced his knees against the protrusions on the hull and used them as a fulcrum to exert force!
The notebook was pulled out a bit more, and his chest was exposed outside the cabin. He waved his hands wildly and suddenly touched the dagger tucked behind his waist.
"Death...ねー"