Lying lazily in the conference room, not wanting to move a finger, I felt a sense of exhaustion from the bottom of my heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your injuries have recovered, don't pretend to be wounded"

The sound of the horn with electricity sounded next to me, accompanied by a strong smell of tobacco.

"Say, what did you call me back all of a sudden?"

The horn threw me a picture of an admiral of the U.S. Army.

"Who is he?" I asked curiously.

"Charles McVeigh"

I thought about it for a while and realized that I didn't know him, so I continued to look at the horn with questioning eyes.

"He was the captain of the USS Indianapolis", the horn explained.

I rarely looked at the navies of the various belligerents in World War I and World War II, so I still didn't know anything.

The horn rubbed his forehead and began to explain in detail:

"The USS Indianapolis is a U.S. Portland-class heavy cruiser with a standard displacement of 9,950 tons, a length of 610 feet, a width of 24 feet, and a height of 66 feet, equipped with 9 8-inch main guns, 8 5-inch secondary guns, and 8 12.7-mm anti-aircraft machine guns in 4 packs. The main engine power is 107,000 horsepower, 4-axis propulsion. The maximum speed is 32.7 knots, and the crew is 621. ”

After saying that, the horn stopped, wanting to see my reaction. I let him down, and he lay there silently without the slightest desire to learn.

"On July 30, 1945, it was sunk in the waters near 12°02'N, 134°48'E. The ship was on a classified mission at the time, and it had something on it that interested me. It's a pity that since the ship was sunk, I haven't seen any trace of that thing. The horn continued.

With the explanation of the speaker, I remembered this incident, but what the speaker said was a little different from what I understood.

"Didn't it sink with the components and nuclear fuel needed to assemble the atomic bomb already at its destination?" I asked.

"That's true, but the ship was on a classified mission as it left Tinian Island." The horn said unhurriedly.

"What task?"

"Ship a thing"

"What's that?" I continued to ask, hating the horn-squeezing toothpaste-style answers.

"You don't need to know what's in a box," the horn said angrily.

I took a deep breath, calmed the anger in my heart, and asked through gritted teeth, "Is that box our mission?" ”

The figure of the horn was hidden in the dark, and he couldn't see his expression, he snapped his fingers and said, "Half of the answer is right, the task is to find and bring back the box, but you are the only one!" ”

I suddenly got up and asked, "What about the people in my team?" ”

The horn spread his hands and said: "If they go, they will be sent to death, and it is better to stay on the Korean battlefield." This mission is to teleport to the real past, dead is dead, and if you want them to be in danger, I didn't say it. ”

The horn is right, I really don't want them to be in danger.

"On the table are the things needed for the task, you take a closer look, and if you don't understand, hurry up." The horn said, pointing to something on the table.

I took a look, and in addition to two pistols and some bullets, there was a set of US Navy uniforms and an ordinary fountain pen.

"What is this for?" I asked, picking up my pen.

"The annunciator, the thing that senses the location of the box, and the device that notifies me when the mission is completed, if you lose it, you can only stay in that plane!" The tone of the horn was extraordinarily serious.

I changed into clothes, put my pen close to my body, and picked up two pistols.

"Huh?"

I noticed that one of the pistols was much heavier, and I couldn't help but cry out in amazement.

"The one in your left hand is an ordinary M1911 pistol, and the one in your right hand is a laser weapon, but it fires three powerful laser beams, use it carefully!"

The words of the horn dispelled my idea of test firing, and I also hid the laser weapon close to my body.

"Now that you're ready, the mission begins!" The horn struggled to open a blue circle of light and threw me over.

"Why me?" When I touched the aperture, I asked a psychological question. Unfortunately, the teleportation speed was too fast, and I didn't hear the horn's answer.

When calm returned to the conference room, the loudspeaker said quietly: "Because you are very much like a person, my former captain!" ”

The blue light cleared, and I began to look at where I was. It was a military port with several large warships stationed in the harbor. The bow of one of the foremost warships is spray-painted with a huge set of numbers - 35.

I had an extra envelope in my hand, and when I opened it, I saw that it was a transfer order. The owner of the letter is Jack Bruce, and he is supposed to be the identity that the horn arranged for me.

After giving the order to the guards, I made my way to the warship and met the captain Charles McVeigh, who was patrolling the ship in sunglasses.

"Sir, Corporal Jack Bruce reports to you!" I straightened up and said loudly.

"You're the new artilleryman?" The captain asked, taking off his sunglasses.

"Yes, sir!"

The captain looked me up and down, then shouted to the busy crowd in the distance, "Kyle, come here!" ”

A big man with a full beard came running.

"Kyle, he's your guy, get him acquainted," the captain said, pointing at me.

Before I left with Kyle, I saw a few other recruits who had come to report for duty, and one of the ensigns had been staring at me with a strange look that reminded me of a bunch of crazy people.

Kyle is an enthusiastic veteran who has been on the USS Indianapolis for four full years and will be retired in a few months, and it's easy to tell from the conversation that he wants to live after retirement.

Led by Kyle, I came to my post, the 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine gun mount on the left side of the bow, and I was the machine gun shooter.

My deputy was a young black man named Gail who didn't look like he was 20 years old yet.

The USS Indianapolis has been docked in San Francisco for the past two days, and the soldiers on board said that they were waiting for the soldiers on leave to return, and only a few people knew that they were actually waiting for the "cargo" that was about to be delivered.

Gail was cold to me at first, but as he came into contact with me, he slowly showed his chatty nature.

"Jack, you're not like everyone else, and I mean the white guys," Gail said as he helped me remove the barrel of my machine gun.

I asked as I refueled the machine gun, "What's the difference?" ”

"You don't discriminate against me, you really treat me as a friend"

"Hehe, hurry up, Kyle is coming to check, I don't want to miss dinner"

At dinner, the restaurant was full of American soldiers, and I was still a little unaccustomed to it, after all, not long ago I was fighting to the death with American soldiers on the Korean battlefield, but I didn't expect to sit down and eat together in the blink of an eye.

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On the third day of the Indianapolis' docking, the "cargo" finally arrived, and I took out my pen and kept an eye on the small indicator light on the pen.

The pens did not move until the two large wooden crates were pulled into the hold, and it seemed that the boxes were indeed on Tinian Island.