Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Liugong Island, Weihai, Beiyang Navy Admiral's Office.

In the vice principal's office, Mr. Sa carefully stuffed the lesson plan he had prepared all morning into the leather briefcase that had been with him for many years.

Since he arrived at the North Sea Fleet, looking at the groups of energetic young students and advanced warships, he felt that a twenty-year-old man lived in his body in his eighties.

With the current momentum, living to be a hundred years old to witness the rise of the Chinese navy may not be just a pipe dream.

As if thinking of something interesting, Mr. Sa patted his briefcase lightly, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. After a moment, he grabbed the car keys on the table and walked out of the office with vigorous steps.

Seeing the old man swiftly put on his goggles and rushed towards his precious motorcycle in two steps, the attendant stamped his feet and hurriedly ran after him, his voice trembling.

"Mr. Sa! Take it easy, slow down! How about we not ride the motorcycle today, or let the driver take you to school?"

As soon as these words came out, the old man smiled and patted the motorcycle seat. His arm muscles are distinct and he looks more energetic than ordinary college students.

"The first iron rule of the navy is that your body must be harder than steel."

"The old horse is in the stable and has ambitions of thousands of miles. It's just a few miles away, so there's no need to take a car, I'll leave!"

Without waiting for the servant to speak again, Mr. Sa stepped onto the car and then stepped on the engine and a stream of blue smoke sprayed out of the exhaust pipe.

Soon, the motorcycle drove out of the Admiral's Office and sped along the cement road by the sea. Looking at the Yellow River cruiser that was about to go out to sea for training, he held the handlebars with one hand and beat the rhythm with the other hand according to his mood, and even hummed a Fujian folk song.

Soon, Mr. Sa arrived at his destination. The motorcycle braked gracefully and stopped steadily at the school gate. The sentry stood at attention and saluted, while the students looked out.

Facing the curious gaze of the young trainees, he took off his windshield and smiled in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Young men, in today's class, I am going to teach you how to survive a typhoon. But before the class officially starts, you all have to learn how to ride a bike from me."

"Haha, let's go into the classroom together!"

Amid the joyful laughter, everyone entered the second phase of the student's step classroom together.

At this time, the huge auditorium was almost full. The young students sat in neat rows, their bright eyes sparkling with the desire for knowledge.

As a practical person, Mr. Sa has always been decisive. After he greeted the comrades, he picked up the chalk without saying a word and turned to face the blackboard.

The old man's wrist flew and chalk dust fell down.

In just a few minutes, a vivid picture of the maritime formation appeared on the board.

"Okay, let's start the class now. Ladies and gentlemen, today we are not going to talk about artillery or analyze any classic tactics. Instead, we are going to talk about a more dangerous and deadly enemy: nature!"

"On September 1935, 9, the Fourth Fleet of the Japanese encountered a strong typhoon here. What was the result?"

After talking, Mr. Sa left some time for the students to discuss. When someone raised his hand to give the correct answer, he responded with satisfaction while drawing the eyes of the typhoon and the wavy lines:
"Yes, what those students just said is correct. Two destroyers were scrapped, several heavy cruisers were deformed, and hundreds of people were killed or injured."

"In our future combat areas, we will certainly encounter typhoons unexpectedly. This is not an ordinary weather phenomenon, but an opponent that we need to fear with our lives."

"Only by understanding the temper of the waves and understanding the typhoon's character can our fleet return safely and let our soldiers go home alive."

As the most popular teacher in the school, Mr. Sa’s classroom focuses on a vivid image.

He quickly outlined the outline of the top cruiser on the blackboard with a few strokes pointing out the key issues.

"Look here, at the welded seams. In order to pursue speed, the Japanese cut the keel too thin, just like putting a tights on a strong man. If this kind of ship structure encounters a typhoon, who will be damaged if not it?"

"But today we are not here to study our opponents' design mistakes, but to learn how to survive a typhoon."

"Remember, when you encounter bad weather, you should deal with the waves like an old fisherman would. Don't just bear it head-on, but use the force!"

After pointing out the best design flaws of 155 in a few words, Mr. Sa held his hands on the podium and began to teach the students several ways to deal with typhoon days.

These methods are either the life-saving skills passed down by coastal fishermen or the navigation experience summarized in the Beiyang period.

With the combination of clever illustrations and vivid body movements, the comrades had already followed the old man's demonstration and gestured unconsciously.

And those complicated essentials, through the vivid explanations, were silently engraved into the depths of my memory, like spring rain seeping into the soil.

"Okay, everyone, please stop discussing this for now. I will reserve some time for you to discuss this with each other before the get out of class ends."

"Now, we want to have something interesting. Who will be the old boy of Panasonic Sora and experience the taste of the Fourth Fleet dancing in the typhoon back then?"

"If you want to go on stage, please raise your hand."

An excellent teacher is not enough to just explain it. Only by being able to skillfully use interactive links to consolidate knowledge points can the knowledge truly take root in the hearts of students.

Looking at the young people in the classroom who were eager to sign up, Mr. Sa first selected one at random, then erased the typhoon path on the blackboard, leaving only the warning timeline.

After the audience fell silent, he began to ask questions with a smile.

"Xiao Lin, if you were the vice admiral commander of the Japanese Fourth Fleet and received warnings from both the homeland and the mine warfare squadron leader, what would you do?"

Compared with other naval powers in the world, although the North Sea Fleet has a weak foundation, it has really invested a lot in meteorological warning.

In order to allow comrades to move smoothly, TG has specially established a three-in-one early warning system consisting of ship-borne meteorological observation, land meteorological station and air reconnaissance squadron.

With it, as long as the fleet commander is not a stubborn and self-righteous bull head, the soldiers who go out to fight will never have to use their flesh and blood to resist the thunderous wrath of nature.

After hearing the question from his vice-principal, Lin Haisong thought for a moment and gave a standard answer.

"If I were that old Japanese, I would issue an order to immediately change the course of the fleet as soon as I received the warning, and keep a distance of at least two hundred nautical miles from the predicted path."

"This way, whether it's maneuvering to avoid or finding another route, I will have enough time to react." After saying this, Mr. Sa stroked his gray beard and smiled with satisfaction. But from the smirk at the corner of his mouth, it is not difficult to see that the old man is obviously not satisfied with such a simple deduction.

"Don't rush back yet, the question is not over yet." He suddenly raised his hand to stop the student who was about to leave the stage. With his other hand, he picked up the eraser and moved the icon representing the fleet forward one space. "If at this moment, the reconnaissance plane reported that the typhoon's path suddenly moved north, what would you do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of gasping in the classroom suddenly sounded.

There was no other reason, it was simply because the typhoon was too close and the entire fleet would be caught in it if they were not careful.

However, as the first place in the second phase of the student, Lin Haisong is an excellent student who is good at thinking and often learns from one example. His eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly responded based on his previous knowledge points.

"Report! The fleet should turn immediately, away from the right semicircle of the typhoon path!"

According to the right semicircle avoidance rule, the right semicircle where the typhoon advances has stronger wind and greater waves, while the left semicircle is relatively safer.

If the fleet is located on the right side of the path when it encounters a typhoon, then you should stay away from the center of the typhoon as much as possible and strive to enter the left semicircle.

What happens if you make the wrong choice?
Halsey is the most typical example.

Just now, when Mr. Sa was explaining the meteorological characteristics of typhoons, he deliberately did not give the students the standard answer. After all, the truths that you figure out yourself are always more satisfying than the truths that are fed to you.

The effect of this "hunger teaching method" is much better than rote learning.

"Correct! But the Japanese commander chose to break through. Do you know why?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Haisong subconsciously said the four big words "Son of Storm" popped up in his mind. After realizing that he was poisoned by Director Huang too deeply, he hurriedly swept away the messy thoughts.

However, after thinking hard for a while, he still couldn't figure out why the Japanese were stubborn.

As if he had seen his beloved disciple's embarrassment, Mr. Sa decisively spoke out the truth, bringing the class to a perfect end.

"The Japanese chose to force their way in because they underestimated the power of nature. You must remember that the navy is not a gambler. Avoiding storms is always more important than avoiding torpedoes and artillery fire."

"Son of the Storm is not a good word. In the future, if you take a ship out, if you see the changes in the astronomical phenomena, you must remember the bloody and tears lessons on the blackboard today!"

"Yes!"

In the final summary session, Mr. Sa wrote on the blackboard with chalk in his hand, and key words such as fuel management, formation spacing and meteorological reconnaissance priority emerged one by one.

Every time he wrote down a key point, he turned around and scanned the entire room with his sharp eyes, as if he wanted to imprint these iron laws of navigation into the bones of every student.

After once again emphasizing that modern naval warfare cannot be skipped, today's course officially ended, and the old man habitually began to remind students to study hard.

"Okay, get out of class is over!"

"Everyone goes back and review it carefully. I hope you can drive battleships in the future and attack the Japanese in a storm or typhoon day! Let the enemy see."

Before Mr. Sa could finish his words, the door of the classroom was suddenly knocked open with a "bang" and Kang Fei, the political commissar of the North Sea Fleet, rushed in.

This old political worker, who has always been known for his calmness, seems to have seized Italian cannons at this moment, and even his military cap is tilted to the side.

"Master Sa! Good news! Great news!"

"Submarine! aircraft carrier! All are back! The 67th special mixed fleet of the Ugly Kingdom has broken through the Japanese blockade and is now escorted by the Air Force Division into the Yellow Sea!"

"We have an aircraft carrier! We have an aircraft carrier!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Political Commissar Kang Fei felt a gust of wind whistling past him. Looking carefully, there was no Mr. Sa on the podium.

Amid the exclamations of his classmates, they saw that the old man had already put on his helmet and goggles, and started the motorcycle parked at the door at an astonishing speed.

That figure doesn't look like that of an 83-year-old man at all.

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Ten hours later, the sunset dyed the sea blood red.

A fleet consisting of two Borg-class escort carriers, two Omaha-class light cruisers and six Mahan-class destroyers was slowly sailing into the Bohai Sea like a group of wounded beasts.

After several hours of bloody fighting, the front section of the Revenge's flight deck collapsed, as if it had been bitten by a giant, and the exposed steel beams stood out like fangs.

All that was left of the anti-aircraft gun position on the port side of the Impactor was a charred frame, with a 40mm Bofors gun drooping and the barrel long gone.

The glass on the bridge of the light cruiser Richmond was all shattered and was being temporarily covered with canvas, making it look like a one-eyed pirate.

The Concord was even worse. Its rear chimney was blown away halfway, and it looked like an asthma patient when it was exhausting smoke, spraying black smoke intermittently.

Looking at the destroyer Shaw whose entire cape was blown away, Rear Admiral Tom, commander of the 67th Task Force, sighed helplessly.

This escort mission was so thrilling that even with friendly forces in the North Pacific attracting firepower, they were almost trapped in the narrow Sea of ​​Japan.

"Damn the Japs, aren't they afraid that the United States will launch a surprise attack on the Aleutian Islands?"

"Oh, I didn't expect to encounter dozens of enemy planes just now. It's really unlucky. I don't know if our allies in the East can repair our ship. I don't want to miss the final Battle of Guadalcanal."

"Forris, straighten the rudder! Prepare to enter the mouth of the bay!"

Just as Rear Admiral Tom had just given the order, a fleet of light cruisers and destroyers suddenly arrived from afar. Looking at the familiar Fletcher-class and Benson-class ships, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Report, received the light signal! Allies said, welcome to the Republic of China!"

"Light signals? Why not radio?"

The messenger shrugged and said in a very simple tone: "I don't know either!" (End of this chapter)