Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 1078 Not a Single One Left Behind

On the light screen, the red dots representing each lifeboat gradually disappeared. When only the last one remained, Zhang Yunhe had already sailed to the vicinity of this last lifeboat.

"Hiss—it's so cold, so cold!" A Japanese soldier on the lifeboat was soaked to the bone, and he involuntarily clenched his teeth and shivered.

On the lifeboat were several Japanese soldiers who, like this man, had fallen into the sea earlier and were later rescued. However, the temperature had dropped further, and their clothes were still wet, causing them to lose body heat continuously. Their lips had turned black from the cold, their faces were pale, and they were trembling as they spoke.

"Cold? You're all idiots! Hurry up and take off your wet clothes. Wearing wet clothes will only make you colder. You'll freeze to death soon!" a Japanese lieutenant said coldly.

One of the Japanese soldiers shivered and said, "Huh? Won't it be even colder if I take off my clothes?"

"Of course it won't be colder, it'll just last a little longer than wearing wet clothes!" the Japanese lieutenant said.

On the lifeboat, a Japanese soldier, shivering as he took off his wet clothes, said, "I really hope it gets light soon. Only when it's light will the temperature rise and I won't feel cold anymore!"

Everyone knew that it would be a long time before dawn, at least seven or eight hours, and the Japanese soldiers remained silent.

Two minutes later, someone tried to divert everyone's attention by asking, "Which side's planes did you say bombed us?"

The Japanese lieutenant coldly replied, "That's nonsense. Besides the Americans, who else has the capability to send a squadron of planes to bomb our fleet? There must be an American fleet nearby. Their reconnaissance planes discovered our fleet and the hijacked cargo convoy, which is why they sent a squadron of planes to bomb us!"

One Japanese soldier retorted, "But we've already captured almost all the islands in the western Pacific..."

"So what? The ocean is too vast. If a fleet were to venture deep into this area, we simply couldn't completely blockade it. Moreover, compared to the size of the Americans' warships, we don't have a numerical advantage."

Just as the Japanese soldiers on the lifeboat were discussing, Zhang Yunhe had already found them. Instead of taking the patrol boat, he piloted the spaceship landing craft directly to hover 100 meters above the lifeboat.

He took out a shell from the back of the space, twisted the warhead and attached the fuse, then reattached it, located the lifeboat below, and immediately dropped the shell.

"Hey, I feel a chill, like some kind of danger is about to strike," the Japanese lieutenant said, frowning as he voiced his premonition.

One of the Japanese soldiers said, "Lieutenant, don't scare us!"

Another Japanese soldier asked, "Could there be sharks underwater?"

Upon hearing this, the other Japanese soldiers instinctively became frightened, and they all craned their necks to look underwater, even though they couldn't see anything.

"Chirp—" A very fast sound came.

"What's that sound?" a Japanese soldier asked, puzzled.

However, before the Japanese soldiers could react, the shells falling from the sky landed on the lifeboats.

"Boom—" The shell exploded, and a burst of fire accompanied seven or eight Japanese soldiers flying out.

The corpses and severed limbs fell onto the water as the fire died down, making a splashing sound.

After the sound of falling into the water subsided, everything returned to calm, with only the body surfacing from underwater.

Zhang Yunhe, aboard the landing craft, used his Iron Blood Mask to scan below. Thermal images of the corpses appeared on the screen in front of him, the heat gradually weakening, indicating that the body temperature of these Japanese soldiers who had fallen into the water was dropping at an extremely rapid rate.

The scene changed, and the parts representing the hearts of the Japanese soldiers stopped beating.

Seeing that the last Japanese soldier was dead, Zhang Yunhe immediately drove the landing craft back to the port.

A few minutes later, he stopped on the roof of his villa. When he went down to the second floor, he saw that the lights downstairs were all off, but there were still lights coming from the gaps under the doors of several rooms on the second floor.

He tiptoed to the study door, took out his key, opened the door, went inside, closed the door behind him, took off his Ironblood gear, and without even washing up, went straight to the single bed and lay down to sleep.

The next morning, not long after Zhang Yunhe finished breakfast, he received a call from the Air Force Command duty room.

"I am Zhang Yunhe!"

The voice of the duty officer came through the phone: "Sir, the bomber group went to 1690 kilometers east of the sea last night to carry out a combat mission. They returned safely at 1 a.m., successfully completing their mission. Our ocean-going fleet has been rescued!"

After listening, Zhang Yunhe calmly asked, "Very good. Where is our ocean-going fleet currently located?"

“Starting from 9 p.m. last night, the fleet has been sending a telegram every hour to report that they are safe and have their position. The most recent report was 15 minutes ago. They are currently located 15 degrees southeast, 1400 kilometers east of the sea!” the duty officer replied over the phone.

Zhang Yunhe said, "Last night's air raid on the Japanese fleet was successful, but the Japanese fleet should have reported the situation to their port base when it was bombed. After dawn, there's no guarantee that the Japanese won't send out aircraft to search for our ocean-going fleet. Have you taken any countermeasures?"

The duty officer on the phone said, "This is exactly what we need to ask you about, sir. In order to prevent the Japanese from sending out a group of planes to search for and bomb our ocean-going fleet, we believe that we should send a group of fighter planes to escort them. Although we may not encounter the Japanese planes, we think it is necessary to take precautions, so we are calling you for instructions!"

Zhang Yunhe asked: "What specific plans do you have?"

"Sir, we plan to divide the escort fleet into three parts, sending out a squadron every hour. Each squadron will escort the fleet for one hour after arriving in the airspace, and then return to base when the next squadron arrives. However, this means that the pilots will have a heavy workload of continuous flights, and the fuel consumption will be very high!"

After listening for a moment, Zhang Yunhe decided to agree. He said, "Although it will consume a lot of aviation fuel, the large amount of food and supplies that the fleet will bring back are urgently needed by the military and civilians in the port. Despite the high fuel consumption, I think it is worth it!"

"If the convoy is intercepted by the Japanese fleet again or is directly bombed and lost, then all our efforts over the past six months will have been in vain. Therefore, it is necessary to send fighter jets to escort it!"

“I’ve decided to proceed with your plan. It’s already 7 a.m., more than half an hour into the day. We can’t wait any longer; the safety of the ocean-going fleet must be guaranteed!”

"Yes, sir!"