At 3:40 a.m., the 575 ship arrived at the sea area where the incident occurred.

The strong typhoon has passed, thankfully, according to the monitoring of the ship's weather room. Their route cleverly avoided the eye of the storm, which was the strongest of the typhoon's winds, the mouth of the strongest wind in category 17.

While arranging for the helicopter to take off, the fighters were ordered to turn on the ship's searchlights and search the nearby seas, while striking the bell to the slow train. After doing these things, Chen Ming rubbed his somewhat sleepy brain, got up and left the cockpit.

Chen Ming, who was standing on the bridge, silently took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit one. Swallow the clouds and spit out the fog to relieve the physical discomfort.

I knew that seasickness was so uncomfortable, and I should have vomited with the soldiers in front.

Chen Ming was thinking of excuses for his swollen face and fat behavior, while standing on the bridge and watching the soldiers come out of the cabin to work and take advantage of the wind.

Don't even think about it, the smell in the cabins must be very sour now.

Helicopters roared into the air, and searchlights patrolled the nearby waters over and over again. Shortly after the typhoon, the salty smell of the ship's sea water had not yet dissipated, quite like a large steel salted fish.

"Lao Chen, why are you running here to hide and smoke?"

Feeling that the storm had passed, Political Commissar Huang, who had slowed down the ship, hurriedly walked out of the war room. After greedily taking two breaths of fresh air, he looked for Chen Ming's figure everywhere. Seeing Chen Ming hiding by the bridge and smoking, he suddenly said angrily.

"Everything that should be arranged has been arranged, and all that remains is to wait for the sea flow map mapped by the chart room and the meteorological room."

Chen Ming smiled and shrugged, and at the same time took out his cigarette case, shook out a cigarette and handed it to Political Commissar Huang. The latter was not pretentious, and familiarly took out the cigarette and lit it in his mouth.

"The wind was so chaotic just now, can they make it?"

After taking a deep puff of his cigarette, Commissar Huang asked curiously.

"They can't do it alone, but they can give you a general direction."

Hearing Political Commissar Huang's question, Chen Ming shrugged with a smile. If the navigation and meteorological personnel on the ship had this level, they would not have stayed on the ship.

It's not that the ship is bad, but they could have gone to a place where they could have played their value a long time ago. For example, the Meteorological Bureau, the Research Institute, and so on.

"Look, if you want to find the eight fishermen who died this time, you have to have a big search and rescue. Whether we turn on the searchlights or take off the helicopter, we can't find anyone at all, do you believe it? ”

How did Political Commissar Huang not believe Chen Ming's words? In the weather of a strong typhoon, if they can still be found in this place where the distress signal is issued, it can only be said that these people are the chosen ones.

It was carried out by the sea, and it was brought back to its place by the sea. But is that a possibility? Yes, but very little.

"Report to the captain, helicopter report, 60 degrees to the port side of our ship, two nautical miles, a suspected target has been found!"

Afraid that the air would suddenly be quiet, Chen Ming and Political Commissar Huang looked at each other silently for a second. Then he hurriedly threw the unburned cigarette in his hand into the sea and rushed straight into the cockpit. As for like marine pollution, who cares at this time?

"Left full rudder, two into four! Heading 060! The helicopter follows the target and prevents it from being lost! ”

"Old Chen, isn't it? These people, really shouldn't they die? ”

Although as a rescuer, it is easy to get beaten when you say this. But Commissar Huang still said in disbelief. A strong typhoon with a maximum wind force of 17 was only 2 nautical miles away by the sea, even if it is not the strongest place, it is a bit unreasonable.

"Then who knows, whether it's them or not, go over and see."

Compared with Political Commissar Huang's excitement, Chen Ming was much calmer. Rationally analyzed, nine percent of the suspected targets found by the helicopter may not be fishermen in distress, but they can't gamble.

Yes or no, you have to see it with your own eyes.

Furthermore, from the perspective of expectation management, don't expect too much from one thing. If things don't turn out well, you can accept it in your heart, and if it turns out well, it's a surprise. Doing so is very helpful in maintaining a stable state of mind.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone who originally felt that two nautical miles were coming in an instant, as if they had a kind of illusion. They sailed not two nautical miles, but twenty nautical miles.

As he got closer and closer to the target, Chen Ming also ordered to slow down. Little by little, the crew who heard the news rushed to the port side of the ship, looking forward to it.

"Report to the captain, the target is wrong. It appears to be the skin on the ship, which has been squeezed and deformed by the seawater, and then refracted by the light from the helicopter's searchlight, giving the pilot a false image of a group of people hugging each other. ”

After receiving the information from the observation post operating the searchlight, the correspondent hurriedly reported to Chen Ming.

"It's okay, reply to the pilot brothers, they worked hard. Don't be discouraged, let's keep looking. By the way, report the location of this skin to the brothers in the chart room. ”

For this result, Chen Ming was already prepared in his heart. After hearing the news, he seemed quite calm, and instead opened his mouth to encourage the other fighters on the ship.

"Hey, that's a pity."

After the initial excitement, Political Commissar Huang also tended to Chen Ming's judgment in his heart. But in people's hearts, there will always be some luck. After hearing the real results, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Prepared, isn't it? Go ahead. I have already reported the situation to the leader on duty, and the brother ships will set off in two hours, and the base has urgently contacted experts from the provincial meteorological bureau and the oceanic bureau to jointly analyze the direction of the sea flow. ”

After Chen Ming explained in detail, he made a final summary.

"Everything will be fine."

At this point, Political Commissar Huang could only nod his head to indicate that he knew.

Twenty minutes later, the brothers in the chart room finally ended their argument and gave them the most likely sea flow direction of the mission after their comprehensive analysis.

After getting the analysis results of the chart room, Chen Ming also began to direct the warship to search in this general direction.

From pitch black on the surface of the sea, to the appearance of white fish belly, and then to complete brightness. Originally, the sunrise after bad weather was very magnificent, but Chen Ming had no intention of appreciating it.

During this period, helicopters, searchlights, and sonar found a total of five suspected targets. Every discovery had to be reconnoitred in progression, and even the one reported in the sonar room had to be arranged for divers to dive.

The final result only proves that the suspect is suspicious, and it is suspected after all. However, as the suspected items continued to be discovered, one thing Chen Ming could be sure of was that in the general direction, the brothers on the ship did not make a mistake in judgment. This result was also reported to the base by Chen Ming in a timely manner, and the base forwarded it to the experts on land, in order to help them give more specific and detailed analysis results as soon as possible.

"Ding~"

At this moment, the mobile phone rang suddenly.