Chapter 72
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Don't hit me! Don't hit me! It's those monkeys! Oh, it's not monkeys, it's the humans! It's the Vietnamese! It's really none of my business!
Mark yelled as he sprawled on the ground.
You're pushing all the blame to the Vietnamese? You're such a jerk. How dare you push all the blame to those beginners? I'll beat you to death!
As Blake said that, he kicked Mark, who was sprawled on the ground, hard.
A crew member hugged Blake by the waist. "Boss, stop hitting us. We're not done with our work. Let's quickly think of a way to deal with the rest of the problem. It'll be daybreak if you continue making a fuss."
Blake calmed down when he heard the crew member's words. He quickly walked to the periscope and observed it carefully for two minutes. Blake had an answer in his heart. He turned around and shouted to everyone, "Everyone, follow me up quickly. Bring your equipment and get to work. We have something troublesome to do."
After the submarine surfaced, Blake was the first to climb out. He flung Tom's submachine gun behind him and began to instruct his men to adjust the anti-aircraft cannons behind him.
The Flatfish was a submarine built at the end of World War II. Submarines during World War II had a distinctive feature — they had an anti-aircraft cannon above them. It was a self-defense weapon to prevent the submarine from malfunctioning or being forced to surface when it was damaged.
The crew was very fast. In less than three minutes, the 40-millimeter anti-aircraft cannon had been adjusted. Although it was night, the burning Barbie was still very conspicuous. Open fire. Under Blake's command, the 40-millimeter anti-aircraft cannon began to fire. Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! The anti-aircraft cannon shells whistled as they pounced on the target.
Boom! Boom! The shells exploded after hitting the target. Although the anti-aircraft cannon shells did not deal much damage to the destroyer, Blake's goal was achieved. As the warship had already been sprayed with gasoline, it was very easy for the shells to burn. The moment the shells hit, Barbie immediately burst into flames. Seeing the warship go up in flames, the sailors on the submarine cheered. They did not immediately stop shooting. Instead, they aimed their cannons at the civilian boats beside the submarine.
Mingshi Harbor was a large harbor where many fishermen made a living by fishing for generations. Therefore, apart from the warship, there were also a large number of fishing boats in the harbor. The submarine's cannons immediately turned the place into a living hell.
The moment the 40mm shell from the anti-aircraft gun hit the fishing boat, it was like a sharp knife stabbing into hot butter. Wherever the shells hit, the hulls of the ships were blasted open. (The steel plates used by warships were different from those used by civilians.) The hulls of the ships were shattered by the shells and flew everywhere. Many wooden ships were sunk by the anti-aircraft guns and sent to the bottom of the sea. Many fishermen died in their sleep just like that.
Some of the simple-minded fishermen even lit up their lanterns to observe the situation in such a chaotic situation. They lit the oil and wind lanterns on their fishing boats and got out of their boats to point at the exploding warship in groups of three or four, not realizing that danger was approaching them. By the time they realized that something was wrong, it was already too late to escape.
The light on the fishing boat was like a sign that had suddenly appeared on a dark road. Of course, the sailors of the Flatfish would not miss such an obvious sign, and the muzzles of the anti-aircraft cannons were instantly aimed at the glowing target. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The cannonballs filtered through the darkness with streaks of light. (Don't tell me you don't know what tracer bullets are.) The fishermen on the fishing boat were drowned in the explosion before they could even scream.
Change to the Exploding Steel Ball Bullets and fire at the people who have fallen into the water. Kill them all! Blake yelled at his men and the sailors behind him.
Stop, all of you stop. Boss, stop fighting. That's enough acting. There's no need for us to kill so many people. We've already completed our mission. We're not here to kill people, we're here to act. Boss, stop fighting and let them go, alright?
The one who spoke was Mark, who had been hit by Blake.
Shut up. Blake pointed at Mark. You have no right to order me around. I haven't even settled the score with you for what you did earlier, and now you're messing with me again. You must be tired of living. Someone come! Catch him and throw him into the torpedo bay. Don't let anyone care about him. I'll come back and deal with him when I'm done. What are you looking at? Hurry up and fire! Don't stop! Don't stop without my order! Blake's face was filled with terror after he finished speaking. Perhaps this was what the Buddhists meant when they said that one would become possessed after killing too many people.
You bastards, murderers, God will not let you go. Those who died will become ghosts and follow you. You will die a horrible death. You will go to hell in the future. People with a conscience will … "Mark, who was tied up, was still cursing. A NY sailor thought he was talking too much, so he took off his socks and shoved them into Mark's mouth.
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