Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

"Where is the White Elephant Kingdom's fleet?"

Nicholson grabbed the communicator's collar tightly, and his voice had completely changed.

"Get them up to speed immediately! We need backup!"

The communicator was frightened by his crazy eyes, but still stammered.

"Okay, Governor! I'll contact them right away!"

After saying that, the communicator crawled back to his post.

But after a moment, an extremely complicated expression appeared on his face.

Seeing the other person's appearance, Nicholson suddenly felt ominous in his heart.

He asked, staring at the other person intently.

"What on earth happened?! Tell me!"

"Report... Report to the Governor, we just received a telegram from the White Elephant Fleet..."

“Huh?! When will they arrive?”

“They…they stopped the boat.”

The communicator swallowed.

"They say...they say the ship's toilet methane tank exploded."

There was a sudden silence in the command room.

Everyone stared at the communicator blankly, as if trying to confirm whether they had heard it wrongly.

"What?" Nicholson said, his voice as if someone had strangled him. "Say that again?"

"Yes...it's like this," the communicator wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The toilets on the White Elephant Nation's warships have been neglected for a long time, and a large amount of gas has accumulated in the methane tanks."

"Just as they were accelerating, for some unknown reason, the biogas tank suddenly exploded."

"Now their main engine room is flooded and they have to stop the ship for repairs..."

"Ha...haha..." Nicholson suddenly laughed.

The laughter started out light, but soon grew louder and louder, and finally turned into hysterical laughter.

His body was shaking violently and he was laughing so hard that tears came out.

"Biogas tank? Hahaha... a biogas tank exploded?"

He leaned against the wall, laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe.

"This is our powerful ally? This is the reinforcement that will help us deal with the Dragon Nation?"

"A bunch of losers who can't even fix a toilet! We shouldn't have pinned our hopes on them in the first place!"

The Chief of Staff tried to appease him: "Your Excellency, perhaps we can..."

"Shut up!" Nicholson suddenly flew into a rage, sweeping the documents on the table to the ground. "You're all trash! You're all trash!"

"The Dragons are using that new weapon to make our artillery shells look like fireworks, and our allies can't even fix their own toilets!"

He staggered to the window and looked at the Dragon Kingdom warships standing still in the harbor.

The fire from the close-in weapon system had stopped, but the black barrels were still pointed at the shore, as if silently mocking the once-arrogant colonial governor.

"The Great Hard Empire..." Nicholson's voice suddenly became unusually calm, but the brilliance in his eyes completely disappeared. "We used to be so powerful."

"A small fleet can open the gates of Dragon Country, and a few warships can make the entire Far East surrender. But now..."

He turned around and glanced at the officers in the command room who were lowering their heads.

"Now we can't even rely on our own allies!"

"Those Orientals whom we once looked down upon have now shattered our last bit of dignity with a fireworks display."

"And our only reinforcement was blown up by our own toilet!"

The chief of staff shuddered as he looked at Nicholson.

He had never seen the Governor lose his composure like this.

The once proud nobleman of John Kingdom was now like a clown defeated by reality, performing his final act of madness in his own castle.

On the sea surface of the harbor, the Dragon Kingdom’s fleet was still quietly anchored.

They didn't even bother to react to the ridiculous farce on the shore.

Because they knew that this was just the last struggle before the fall of an empire.

As for the White Elephant fleet that was stranded due to a toilet explosion, it will probably become one of the most ironic jokes of this era.

Inside the Governor's Mansion, Nicholson staggered to his feet, a crazy glint in his eyes.

"Submarines! Yes, there are submarines! Order all submarines to attack immediately! Let these damn Dragon people taste underwater death!"

At this moment, a strange "buzzing" sound suddenly resounded through the night sky.

The sound was soft at first, like the whisper of some unknown creature, but it soon became louder and louder.

"What's that sound?" the chief of staff frowned.

Nicholson's eyes widened.

In his opinion, helicopters are just auxiliary tools for transportation and reconnaissance.

But these aircraft in front of us, which have obviously been specially modified, give people an indescribable sense of danger.

"Quick! Order the submarine to attack immediately!"

He yelled hysterically at the communicator.

"We can't wait any longer! Let them launch the torpedoes immediately!"

The communicator was about to convey the order when he suddenly froze.

Because the Dragon Country's anti-submarine helicopters had already started to move, they quickly dispersed as if they had known the location of the submarine for a long time, forming a perfect encirclement on the sea.

"Impossible!" Nicholson's voice changed. "How could they find the submarine's location so quickly? Our submarines are the quietest in the world..."

Before he could finish his words, something suddenly dropped from under the helicopter.

It was a sonar buoy that Nicholson had never seen before. It immediately unfolded after entering the water, forming an impenetrable sonar detection network.

Immediately afterwards, the detection equipment under the belly of the helicopter began to rotate, making strange electronic sounds.

"Report!" The communicator's voice suddenly became terrified. "A submarine... a distress signal!"

"They say the Dragon Nation's sonar system is too advanced and impossible to evade! We're being targeted now!"

Nicholson's body began to shake violently.

He looked at the anti-submarine helicopters cruising back and forth on the sea and finally understood what true modern military power was.

Those submarines that he was proud of were like fish hiding in a bathtub in front of Longguo’s anti-submarine system, visible to the naked eye.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several dull explosions were heard from underwater.

Longguo's anti-submarine helicopters began to drop depth charges, each of which landed precisely at the possible location of the submarine.

Columns of water shot up into the sky, forming rainbows in the sunlight.

"No!" Nicholson rushed to the window, his voice completely changed. "Float up quickly! Order them to float up immediately and surrender!"

But it's too late.

More depth charges were dropped, turning the water surface upside down.

Those submarines that should have been John Country's last trump cards are now like fish trapped in a fishing net, with nowhere to escape in Dragon Country's anti-submarine net.

"Report!" The communicator's voice was filled with tears. "Two submarines have been forced to surface and are surrendering! The other three... the other three have lost contact..."

Nicholson slumped to the ground, staring out the window with empty eyes.

He saw the Dragon Country's anti-submarine helicopters cruising in an orderly manner, like a group of well-trained hunters, completely shattering his last hope.

On the warships in the port, the Longguo Navy officers and soldiers remained calm and composed.

To them, this was just an ordinary anti-submarine exercise.

Nicholson looked at the submarines that were forced to surface and suddenly burst into a crazy laugh.

This laughter was full of despair and self-mockery, because he finally understood a cruel truth.

The era when China's door could be opened with just a few warships is gone forever...