Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Beiyang Navy Admiral's Office, Fleet Operations Conference Room.

In the room that combines Chinese and Western styles, a solitary electric lamp casts a circle of light at the corner of the table, stretching the tense figure of Mr. Sa long onto the chart of the South Pacific.

The old man's brows were furrowed, and his fingers were quickly flipping through the telegram that had just been sent from headquarters.

As the papers rustled in his hands, an irrepressible restlessness gradually spread like a tide, and even the air in the room became a little stagnant.

"Where's the aircraft carrier? How can it be gone just like that?"

"I want to know where Béarn is, and the whole world wants to know too!"

After a roar of great force, Mr. Sa held up a telegram translation in front of his eyes. He squinted his eyes and studied it carefully, as if he was trying to find some hidden clues between the densely packed lines.

But unfortunately, the old man did not find the key information he wanted at all, and there was not even any content related to scheduling on the paper.

Seeing that their vice-president was about to turn into an erupting volcano, the attendant on standby quickly slid forward and changed the subject in time.

"Master Sa, please don't be anxious. Our political commissar is receiving our allies. They must know the current situation of the Bearn aircraft carrier."

"Wait a little longer. I think we will have news soon. After all, it looks like the Ugly Major General will be leaving by plane today, so the reception work shouldn't take too long."

"Come on, take a look at the data of the Omaha and Mahan classes. Two light cruisers plus six destroyers. If you don't consider inflation, these eight ships alone are more expensive than an aircraft carrier."

Omaha class, light cruiser built by the U.S. Navy in the 20s, cost $ million each. Mahan class, main destroyer of the U.S. Navy before World War II, cost $ million each.

If we only consider the price without looking at their actual battlefield performance, then their value is indeed higher than that of the Bearn aircraft carrier.

Although the orderly was clearly trying to change the subject, Mr. Sa opened his mouth and finally calmed down. After all, the man was younger than his grandson, and if he really argued with him, it would seem disrespectful to the elderly.

"Okay, then wait a little longer."

"I don't think those foreigners would dare to play any tricks. What belongs to us must be fixed!"

"As for those surface ships, let's just treat them as interest on Liugong Island. When the Béarn comes back, we'll release them."

In the original combat plan of Master Luo and Ernest, this task force should have been incorporated into the North Pacific Fleet after completing the escort mission to form a strategic deterrent to the Japanese Fifth Fleet in Hokkaido.

But now the situation has changed again. The eight ships are now either damaged or injured, with either their heads cut off or their power greatly reduced.

In this situation, it is definitely impossible to drive back, and the Eighth Route Army's North Sea Fleet can only temporarily take over and repair it, and make strategic adjustments in the future when counterattacking Southeast Asia.

So, there is nothing wrong with what Mr. Sa said!

"Oh, that's right. No matter what the ugly Chinese plan, our Eighth Route Army will definitely not lose. Oh, I remember."

Before the attendant could finish his words, the door of the operations meeting room was slammed open!

Kang Fei, the political commissar of the North Sea Fleet, strode in. The front of his military uniform was already soaked with sweat, but he had an unconcealable smile on his face.

He didn't even bother to say hello, he ran straight to the conference table, picked up the water glass and poured it into his mouth.

He drank the water quickly, and drops of water overflowed from the corners of his mouth and flowed down his chin, but the old political worker was unaware of it and was still grinning.

Obviously, the good news that is coming is worth this gaffe.

"Wow, I still can't believe my ears. Do you know what those submarine soldiers did? They took advantage of the chaos to land in Hokkaido and blew up several trains and tracks." "You heard it right! Submarine soldiers went ashore and achieved results."

"He is indeed worthy of being the instructor that Director Huang specifically requested. This kind of imaginative tactical creativity is completely tailor-made for our Eighth Route Army's North Sea Fleet!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mr. Sa and his attendants immediately showed expressions of disbelief.

The two of them never expected that among those late submarine soldiers, there was actually a group of strong men with special skills.

"I originally thought that the German wolf pack was invincible, but I didn't expect that there were people who were more ferocious than them. The fleet commander was a submarine soldier, and his soldiers are indeed not cowards."

"Good, good, it looks like our newly formed submarine force has a bright future!"

Hearing this, the other two people present nodded excitedly, obviously agreeing with Mr. Sa's point of view.

However, this is a bit of a stereotype. In fact, during World War II, the submarine technology and tactics of the Chinese were no weaker than those of Germany.

Especially the Catshark-class ships, each one of them looks like it's possessed by Khorne.

When these large number of submarines see the enemy, no matter whether it is a combat ship or not, they will attack it immediately, and then pass under the enemy in a swagger.

The main point is to be indifferent to life and death, and fight if you don’t agree.

The nickname of underwater giant is never just talk.

As for why Dönitz and the Wolf Pack are more famous?

That's because Redel's performance was not outstanding enough, so he was surpassed by his younger brother.

After talking about the legendary achievements of the submarine instructors, the interest that had just emerged in Mr. Sa's eyes was replaced by anxiety. He tapped the table unconsciously with his knuckles, his Adam's apple rolled several times, and finally asked the question that had been weighing on his heart for a long time in a hoarse voice.

"Commissar, where is our Béarn? Where did she go? The telegram from Taiyuan didn't mention it at all. Could there be some accident?"

As soon as these words came out, Political Commissar Kang Fei's expression immediately became a little strange. He was just busy sharing his experiences and forgot the most important thing for a moment.

Seeing that worry had crept onto the old man's face again, he hurriedly took out a telegram that had just arrived from the border area from his arms.

At the end of the translation, there is a joint signature of War Fox and Army Morale Wizard.

"Old man, the latest telegram from the border region. Good news came from North Africa. The Free French, under the witness of Director Xiao, successfully recaptured the Toulon Fleet."

"Among them, the Dunkirk, Algeria, Marseillaise and Glorious will lead eight large destroyers to Xinxiang. After they complete their modernization, they will go to the battlefield with the Béarn to represent our Eighth Route Army Navy in the Pacific."

"This battle plan was jokingly called Operation Zhuanzhuan by Director Huang."

"According to him, Bearn may be gone, but we have a great chance of getting an Essex, or even paying more to buy a Midway-class ship."

Hearing this, Mr. Sa picked up his teacup and took a big gulp.

He had heard of the Essex and Midway classes. The combat performance of these advanced fleet carriers was far beyond the reach of the old Bearn.

I can only say that War Fox is still very smart. His strategic vision is really unmatched by ordinary people.

He, admitted defeat. (End of this chapter)