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"They're probably not targeting us, it's the water, or something in the air, because we haven't heard anything yet."

"Drainage sounds from the ballast tanks, they're surfacing."

"Then the next step would be to fire missiles, or fire MS into the air, they're on steroids against some target." Although the enemy was close, Berner began to analyze his opponent's arrival with an air of untroubled concern, "Well, the target up ahead that's accelerating is probably trying to block the front of the target."

"I'm confident I can sink this target with a single torpedo." The weapons officer volunteered to fight.

"Not at the moment, if we hit it now, the guy in front of us will turn back and then we'll be in trouble."

"But there's no reason for us to let it go."

"That's right, so we'll wait for his MS to fire up, and then we'll do it when the underwater becomes chaotic, at which point the underwater explosions will be less likely to attract the attention of the target in front of us."

"But the explosions could still reflect us out." The sub-captain raised his concerns.

"True, but we can duck below the warm leap just now where this close target was hiding, while leaving Manta up there to give us information and fire the torpedoes."

"Enemy ship, compressed air release sound, they're firing something upwards." Just as presumed, the adversary was firing MS or missiles overhead.

"Good, dive, increase depth to 150 meters, keep track of target 1, but make an attack plan for target 2, way for Manta-loaded torpedoes."

"I suspect the light torpedoes carried by the UUV are not powerful enough." The weapons officer offered

"And what do you suggest?"

"Firing the old wire-guided mines of tube 2, 3 while we're diving down into the warm leap, not starting the engines yet, setting the depth at the target and letting it float free, while we're below the warm leap and it's still above the warm leap, we can also rely on the Manta and towed sonar above to locate the other side, starting the engines when the front opens up, at the present distance, The fuse is long enough."

"Very well, then." Bernard turned to issue the command and the whale began to sink slowly downward.

"Tubes 2 and 3, torpedo self-test complete, ready to launch." The message from the torpedo room brought the entire command room into serious battle mode, the minutes of waiting were as long as years to those in the room, while a wall of monitors reported the latest news on a regular basis, "New unidentified noise in the direction the enemy MS is moving away from, possibly the sound of shells entering the water."

"Nothing can be heard from the side arrays anymore." The sonar chief crossed the aisle and added in a whisper to those in the command room, which meant the submarine was passing through the thermocline, where the sound waves between the two layers would be greatly weakened, thus helping to conceal its movements.

"Open the torpedo tubes and fire silently."

Two heavy 650mm torpedoes trailing wires were silently pushed out of torpedo tubes already pre-filled with water to reduce firing noise, and lifted their heads, drifting slowly and unpowered upwards.

About 10 minutes later, "There's a fight in the distance, lots of torpedo propulsion sounds, MS propulsion sounds, and explosions." An update came from the listening room.

"Torpedoes start the engines, you take the controls, hit it right." Bernard said to the weapons officer, then he pressed his stopwatch and turned to the electronic charts, as long as he could hit, the second target wouldn't pose a threat, the MS that would be deaf and blind in deep water would have to take their time and wait to die after losing their mothership, "How's the first target?"

"Still going in the same direction, doesn't seem to have any intention of slowing down, but any more of this and we're going to be left behind."

"Recover trolling sonar and UUV, steer to 023, increase speed to 15 knots, dive fast to 200 meters and let it wait a little longer." Bernard said seemingly relaxed, nevertheless he nervously glanced at the trajectory of the torpedo on the electronic chart from time to time.

"Torpedo hit!" The weapons officer and the sonar chief both said in suppressed, high tones, the fact that there was no need for a sonar trooper to report, the sound waves from the explosion were still enough to reach the submarine and everyone could hear the dull explosion in the distance.

Bernard smiled silently at the weapons officer, then he grabbed his headset, the distant sound of metal twisting and snapping told him that the target was indeed finished. Although it was expected, the old man clenched his fists in excitement, the Zaft Navy had good technology, but lack of experience and expertise still allowed them to be caught in a weak spot.

"How's the first target?"

"It's still in the same direction, but now it's heading straight for the ORB border."

"Huh?" The Sub-Captain looked at the chart in wonder, "Is it trying to block the ORB's border? Is that ship up there heading for Obo?"

"In fact I don't think it's chasing a ship, because we didn't hear her engines, if that's a ship." The sonar chief said shaking his head.

"Whatever that is, we should have her off the bottom of the ocean in four hours." The good-natured weapons officer grinned, the Irish lad was obviously excited about hitting his first target; but it was hard for him to really understand how many years his skipper had been waiting for this day.

"But I'm worried about a problem," it was hard to see the excitement of hitting the target on Bernard's face anymore, and he spoke his concerns slowly and steadily, which again took people by surprise, it was true that one should be vigilant underwater, but being so paranoid was perhaps a little too much. "Whoever that friendly is, it's also approaching the ORB's borders, and the Orb is a problem if it senses the battle and sends a fleet."

Three hours later, Bernard's prophecy was once again fulfilled, the listening room had heard the engines of at least three frigates and two destroyers, and it was clear that there would be anti-submarine helicopters lingering in the air. The tiny island nation had a navy that was proficient in anti-submarine, and while they didn't look like they would be crossing the border, their presence meant trouble for submarines underwater. Plus, the shallow water in the area made it easy for the seabed to diffuse sound waves around, and the lack of deep water made it harder for the submarines to avoid the MS.

"Target is slowing down" the sonar trooper tracking the submarine carrier suddenly noticed the change

"So its next step is to float?" The weapons officer asked tentatively

"Target surfaced and fired unidentified objects overhead, 3, no, 4 rounds. Can't tell if it's MS or a missile."

"Are we leaning up?" The co-captain asked, "Or we could surface some and use missiles."

"Let's approach slow first and release the UUV," Bernard shook his head, one or two small warheads of anti-submarine missiles shouldn't be enough to sink it, but again he didn't want to get too close to the ORB Navy, stealth, or obscenity was an important principle.

"Maybe use the torpedoes on the UUV, that way we don't have to get too close." The weapons officer realized the captain's hesitation, but he didn't want to abandon the target he'd been eyeing for so long.

Bernard did the math silently, two UUVs could fire four 533mm torpedoes from two different angles, those sound-guided torpedoes would have a hard time missing a target that large, and even if they used air bombs they could only interfere with torpedoes in one direction after their opponents had already released their MS, while the Nautilus could hide at a safe distance and turn back while recovering the UUVs after firing.

"Good, let's do it, have the UUV's controllers ready and withdraw when they're done, don't get tangled up." Bernard nodded and sat down, dozens of hours of tense nerves was indeed a bit stressful on the body of a middle (old) aged (head) man (son) who was about to be driven into retirement, after the first target had been hit, the fatigue that had been hidden began to invade his brain, he realized he needed to rest for a while, but he wasn't about to leave the command module yet.

This was the first real live battle for himself, and the ship, and he wanted to see it through to the end.

------- Here is the author's parting line --------.

It was going to slow down unexpectedly, and I was surprised that it lasted the weekly shift and was quite long, but the next chapter is still not guaranteed.

The battle on the sea will be released after some chapters.

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The Politics of Enemy Nations

Siegel. The chair then emitted the familiar creak of twisted wood, and the still calm and judicious brain was faithfully sending out signals of fatigue, reminding the adjuster politician that he was no longer a young man.

The artificial sunlight from the colonial satellite was casting a simulated sunset, warming his body, which had not yet taken off the blue suit he wore to the meeting. In fact, the work of the jury was much lighter today than usual, with a great deal of time taken up by Patrick . Sarah's impassioned presentation and all he could do was sit on the sidelines and frown in silence.

Usually at this time, when he could hear his daughter singing in the garden, he felt a small pang of sadness, which was quickly suppressed by the adjuster's proper reason. But the memory still haunted his brain, his daughter loved the golden sunset, and although she knew it was fake, but the product of huge lamps under computer control, she would still love to practice her song at this time of day; but now she was no longer here, and might never return. If time had gone back two months, he wondered if he would have stopped this, the war was raging, and sending a civilian ship with no ability to defend itself to the forefront of the occasional firefight was in itself risking the lives of the people there; but at the time he had agreed after all, perhaps also because he knew there were countless more sons and daughters of the Plant natives on the front lines, all risking their lives. Danger. So he sent for his daughter, who ironically was again the only one who survived and the only one who was highlighted. The Earth United media is just fine, even on PLANT, where the focus is more on the survival of the Plant singer than on the other, already-unlikely-to-be-returned Plant people's children on that ship - except perhaps for those who are The parents of the victims; he remembered Patrick's orders to the captain of his men, orders that spoke of recovering Miss Lax rather than the Silver Wind, as if she were the only person on that ship, which was equally ironic to him, who was committed to advancing egalitarianism.

And what about Earth? The Earth Army had actually done better than most of Plant's people had expected, Plant's citizens believing that the Earth Army would execute all the Adjusters they caught, and after hearing that she was still alive turned to believing that she would be imprisoned, tortured by Blue Perestroika, and... Something happened that he didn't want to imagine. But none of that seems to have happened, and after the initial rambling, unspoken report from the Earth Federation that there were Zaft troops disguised as civilians, spying on the gravel belt aboard Plant ships and thus causing some sort of conflict, the report, which lacked specifics as to when and where and was simply for public consumption, was followed by news of a humanitarian rescue for the civilians found in the lifeboat.

With the revelation of the blurry photo, first the Atlantic Federation and then the media from all over the planet were out as fast as they could with their men and women in Washington trying to keep an eye on her every move.

He supposed he could assume it was because there were so many military secrets that clogged up the investigation of good journalists who had been gagged too many times in wartime over inarticulate secrets that were too often inarticulate to be published; they were investigating everything to do with Princess Plant with a great deal of passion and imagination at the same time. . (Hell, there really doesn't seem to be much attention paid to the rest of the poor crew of the Silver Wind)

Yes, Plant's Princess, they did use that term, though as the girl's father and as the Speaker of the Plant Senate, Siegel had never liked it. He did have a history of leading anti-bias campaigns and lobbying Earth consortiums to invest in L5 satellite constellations while organizing the migration of Adjusters to L5 and the like, but the Speaker was elected, and the self-proclaimed New Human Adjuster was supposed to give Plant the option of democracy, or at least he believed so, even though the Atlantic Federation media had, since the declaration of independence. Been bashing Plant's politics. But calling Lax. Klein as Plant's princess has been around. In a way, the media that Earth watched her closely actually protected her; but on the other hand, what those media wrote with their fertile imaginations was troubling on another level. While he wasn't in charge of intelligence, it was easy to get information from the various media outlets on Earth, from nonsensical claims like the fledgling Plant princess to conspiracy theories like Plant's internal political machinations, some of which he felt he was almost about to believe.

"When the daughter of one of Plant's famous moderates dies at the hands of the enemy, it's obviously a blow to the moderates, making it difficult for them to stand in the way of the main warring faction any longer when they bear the burden of hatred, and while the plan didn't quite work, the idea of demanding negotiations would still be seen as too much consideration for the children..." That seemed rather plausible; he might have had to believe it if he hadn't been well aware that those same media outlets had been claiming a few weeks ago that he and Patrick were singing a double tune, pretending to be two voices but actually working together to push the aggression forward.

But what was said therein was also true, and wasn't it not in concern of those that he himself had frowned upon the silence of Patrick's war speech in the council? Watching the burning ships and the MS that exploded like fireworks on the edited video, and watching the general expressions of the MPs who were impressed but remained silent, the pressure of such powerlessness is probably why they would feel fatigued lately.

Besides, those Earth reports would still reach the Plant inhabitants, and the public's reaction was an important thing for him to focus on as Speaker, and he had to have the means to counteract that if some whatsoever believed the nonsense. And Patrick. Sara, he wondered what he would think of the claims, would he think he had bought into this simple means of shaking things up internally?

In fact he had found himself increasingly unable to understand his old friend, when they had first met in L5 they had both been young men with aspirations to change the condition of the Adjusters on Earth, sharing the same ideals and similar backgrounds; and as time had slowly passed, by the time Plant had moved towards independence, they had needed to maintain it in the age-old way of a marriage between their children Plant's united now, and it's clear to both sides that they've drifted apart. But the Adjuster is proudly rational after all, and the two tacitly choose to cooperate for the sake of the satellite cluster, with the council working hard to shape the legitimacy of Plant's Adjuster autonomy while Zaft blocks interference from Earth's military, and then it's Bloody Valentine's Day, Patrick's wife dies in that attack, and makes his own declaration of independence at the memorial service for the victims, and then it's just like Rightfully so in general, the war began.

It might not be hard to start a war, but it was a problem to end it, and when he asked Patrick where and how he wanted the war to end, the latter began to slowly become more and more inarticulate. He always brought new results, new areas to occupy, new enemies to annihilate, and new battle plans, each time mobilizing more manpower and troops than the last, more aggressive and with greater goals; this spit-break was even more so, mobilizing both Earth's and the universe's forces to near-maximum levels, while planning to commit just out of the The lab's new weaponry, a powerful three-dimensional strike on one of the Earth Army's key bases. But while he remained silent, he still wondered how many more such bases the enemy would need to strike, and how many more such mobilizations could Plant withstand? How many young men will be left in Plant after such a war?

"How far are you trying to take things?" He remembered that he had asked him that.

"-What's the point of this war thing if you can't win it in the end?"