Every warship is a big family, and for the "Oriyo", this big family is made up of more than 900 people from all over Russia. As soon as www.biquge.info Pen & Fun & Pavilion stepped aboard the warship, Simonov noticed the frenzied excitement, but the excitement cooled down day by day.

Only barrels of bacon, boxed biscuits, canned butter, bags of flour and salt, and other foodstuffs were brought in from the warehouses on the shore at an accelerated pace, while shells, torpedoes, and engine parts from the barges that were close to the "Orilo" filled the entire ammunition depot. The time for carrying was so long that Simonov had the idea that the belly of this giant would never be filled.

In fact, Simonov did not have much free time, and when he had time, he had to study the internal organization of the battleship, and what attracted Simonov the most at this time was that its design was the latest style, and he spied one place after another to carefully observe the entire layout, and he noticed every corner of this labyrinth of steel, in addition to the main engine, boilers, turrets, cannons, torpedo tubes, radio equipment, etc., he fully understood this huge warship

In the process, the "Orilo" was finally filled with food, fuel and munitions, so that there was not much open space left on the main deck, in fact, some parts of the battleship were not completed, but the authorities decided to send her out, and at the same time arrested more than 100 skilled workers to continue the renovation.

On the afternoon of May 1, 1902, he left Ronstad and set out for a distant destination, where two tugboats dragged the battleship out of the mooring. The breeze was blowing. The sea in the Gulf of Finland ripples. The sky was as dark as if it were shining from the bottom of the sea, and the people on the warships waved goodbye to the people on the shore.

After the warship had departed, it continued on its way to Revere to join the fleet, and the wind blew under the overcast sky, and the waves were raging. The battleship, spitting smoke, sailed smoothly forward. The sound of the hammering of the craftsmen as the battleship sailed was clearly audible, and the outfitting of the warship continued to be carried out.

The battleship "Orilo" continued to move forward, and in its bow the Andrea flag flew high.

Revere, where the entire Second Pacific Fleet gathered, where day and night alternated, everyone was busy preparing for the voyage and the upcoming naval battle, and although the enemy was so far away, various measures to defend against a surprise attack of the enemy had been implemented, and anti-torpedo nets had been drawn. After nightfall, some of the warships moored in the berth kept their searchlights on. Torpedo boats and destroyers patrolled Haikou, and now the entire Second Pacific Fleet was training in Revere.

The "Orijo" and other warships were conducting exercises to repel a hypothetical torpedo attack, and as soon as the signal was fired, many searchlights shone together on the surface of the sea, showing some targets towed by the torpedo boats, and when the warships on the side fired at these targets, although slowly, it still caused a commotion on the deck of the "Orilo", because some of the younger people were stunned by all kinds of baseless rumors that the Chinese army was approaching, thinking that a real torpedo attack had begun, and the shouts of confusion rang out, The commanders reprimanded the junior officers, who reprimanded the sailors, and the confusion lasted for several minutes before the 76.2mm guns began to fire.

According to Simonov's personal imagination, if the Chinese fleet really attacked them, such a drag and confusion would give them enough time, and their battleships would inevitably be sunk.

On that day, the commander of the fleet gave the "Orilo" a strict reprimand. The next day there was another trouble, in order to welcome Tsar Mikhail II, should be ready for a formal review, the whole ship was nervously washed, the sailors actually washed the aisles and bridges with soapy water and clean water, painted them, although this visitor may not set foot on the interior of the warship, but the first lieutenant Sidorov, still shouted and reprimanded, the sailors alone cleaned the whole warship, and when everything seemed to be in order, the captain found that there were still deficiencies in several places, so he asked the sailors to wash again.

The parade took place on 19 May, at 8 a.m. when every warship was covered with bunting, and on that day the weather was fine and a breeze was blowing and a little chilly, the sailors were dressed in new blue shirts and black trousers, and the officers were dressed in ceremonial dresses and tricorne hats, and a military band was playing on the flagship.

It was not until noon that shouts of "Long live" were heard from other warships, and it was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that the ship docked at the "Orilo".

Greeted by the officers, Mikhail was either on deck by the attachés and admirals, his face was pale, expressionless, and the occasion of cooperation and solemnity seemed to be somewhat out of proportion, he looked at the sailors, nodded casually, because he had received orders beforehand, so at this time the sailors shouted together.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

After the tsar boarded the bridge, he made a short speech to the sailors, encouraging them to serve their country, defeat the enemy, and maintain the honor inherent in the Russian Navy! What the tsar said was very plain and natural, he had already said such things on other group mats.

When Simonov looked at the Tsar, he couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Does he really believe that we will win? With so many Russians already killed in the Far East, does he understand that Russia is playing the last trump card of the Second Pacific Fleet? Will he hope that our commander will save Russia in the coming fiasco? ”

The news of the encirclement of the army in Trans-Baikal has already come from all sides, and now the 2nd Pacific Fleet type has become the last hope of Russia,

Standing next to Tsar Mikhail in a tuxedo was none other than Vice Admiral Rogerstwinsky, with initials and black eagles on his epaulettes, and the medal on his chest shone brightly, and his burly figure stood out not only among all the attachés, but even the tsar was dwarfed, and next to him stood two rear admirals, one was Felkejan and the other was the commander of the fleet cruiser Ernqvist.

Almost everyone in the fleet thought that Felkojean was more competent than Rozhestvensky, but this was only the wish of the sailors. And it does not sway the fact that Rozhestvensky was the commander of the fleet.

After the parade. The 2nd Pacific Fleet immediately went from Revere. Almost the whole world is watching this fleet, and after the news of the encirclement of Russian troops in Trans-Baikal, the 2nd Pacific Fleet seems to be the only hope for Russia.

As the Second Pacific Fleet arrived at Dascayenne to replenish coal and other supplies, and was ready to leave immediately, rumors began to spread among the officers and soldiers, and many believed that the hasty change of plans must have been decided upon receiving a secret telegram that the Chinese destroyers were approaching.

The lieutenant general resorted to special means of defense. He divided the fleet into six squadrons, each with its own commander, the sixth squadron, four of the best warships, including the "Orilo", and the transports under their protection, and the "Orilo" finally set off at eight o'clock in the evening, and it was already night.

Soon after, the Navarlin reported that he had seen two airships, and the alarm sounded immediately on the Oriyo, and the people hurriedly took their places. After the whole ship was ready for combat, the warship turned off its lights and continued sailing.

It was a calm night. In the calm water, the moonlight shimmered like silver, but in this quiet environment, the sailors could not feel safe, hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the sea, non-stop, concentrating, searching for imaginary enemies.

Simonov stood on deck, wondering if the Chinese fleet might attack tens of thousands of nautical miles from home. His mind couldn't help but be a little dizzy, which seemed unbelievable, but the whole fleet was enveloped in such an atmosphere of horror that he had to be infected by the people.

Maybe the lookout thinks the seagull is an enemy airship.

At this moment the boatswain walked up to Simonov's side and said somewhat gloomily.

"It's a stupid thing to move these destroyers and cruisers to the front of the fleet, it's better to keep the original formation, now in case of really encountering enemy ships, it is tantamount to telling the enemy where our main forces are, why can't our commander even see this?"

Many sailors were standing, at the bow of the ship on the port side, they were discussing the current situation, some of them seemed extremely frightened, they all talked about submarines,

Stoker Bakranov said sarcastically.

"What's the use of seeing submarines? Those things are not floating on the water, and it is at this time that someone sends a torpedo against us, and you who believe in God had better pray and pray! ”

"Are you saying that in just a minute, they can finish us all?"

A trembling voice among the recruits asked, staring anxiously at the surface of the sea, despite the fact that Baklanov had just said that the submarine was invisible.

At that moment, Bakranov, who was leaning against the questioner, shouted.

"Hey!"

The sailors immediately gathered around him and followed his line of sight, but the recruit shouted in fear.

"What? What the? What's wrong? ”

Baklanov burst out laughing.

"Coward, is it better to send her back to her hometown and hand it over to his mother?"

He scoffed as he continued.

"We're all the same, and the facts are there."

Soon after, a column of smoke appeared on the distant horizon, and the sailors believed that it was a burning ship, presumably that the cruiser ahead had engaged the Chinese.

In the anxious waiting, the sailors kept their combat readiness, they looked at the sea vigilantly, and even more nervously at the sky, but there was no appearance in the sky, the shadow of the airship, and the legendary warship was also not visible on the sea, as if everything was as usual, there was no danger at all. Maybe the so-called airship is just a neurotic discovery of the lookout, just like Simonov guessed, mistakenly seeing a few seagulls as flying or enemy warships, in fact, think about it, how could the Chinese send their fleet tens of thousands of nautical miles away?

"What a nervous bunch!"

Simonov thought that he regarded his previous fears as completely influenced by the environment around his hands, after all, everyone feels fear, and in this environment, fear is contagious.

Half of the men on the warship did not go to bed until late in the day, and the rest remained at their posts. The legendary pitch of battle doesn't seem to have happened.

Fierce battles, of course, will not happen, because the Chinese warships have not been found at all, and naturally the so-called battle cannot take place!

After a few hours, it seemed clear to everyone that this was nothing more than imaginary fear.

But combat readiness has not been completely lifted, and it seems that it is a good way for the commanders to maintain combat readiness. Perhaps many commanders stubbornly believed that Britain was now completely on the side of the Chinese, and who knew if the Chinese, and even the British fleet, would suddenly attack them?

Although the sea seemed very calm, for the rest of the day, everyone stayed at their posts, and the next day, Hope Nov found that the weather had changed in the night, and the breeze blowing from the southwest brought a thick fog.

Even with searchlights, the re-advancing warships could not be seen, the telescopes did not work, all the warships slowed down and groped their way forward, the whole sea was shrouded in boundless fog, and the most common things standing on the deck became more and more unrecognizable, and the people walking on the deck and on the bridge looked like ghosts. The sound of the warship's whistle in the thick fog only strengthened this mystery.

Almost all the warships on the voyage raised their sirens to warn nearby warships to avoid collisions, and the sound of the whistle in the thick fog seemed to be the only way to ensure safety.

Gradually, the fog dissipated, the North Sea was calm, and after several days of sailing, the 2nd Pacific Fleet was passing through the Strait of Dover.

The fleet received nothing unsettling except for some alerts from the front, and everything seemed to be going for the better.

Rumors, just rumors, this voyage, maybe it was safe, how could the British attack like Russia? After all, the Chinese are a group of yellow people.

That night, the wind grew stronger, the waves became more and more turbulent, and after nightfall, the sky was full of dark clouds, and the cold rain made the night even darker.

As soon as the clock rang at eight o'clock, the factory ship "Kamchatka" suddenly sent a report that they had been attacked by Chinese torpedo boats. The Kamchatka, a team under the command of Rear Admiral Enqvist, was supposed to be at least 50 nautical miles ahead, but a malfunction with one of his two steam engines left her behind.

And you immediately put the entire fleet into combat readiness as soon as he raised the alarm...... (To be continued.) )