"Get into the rescue pod!" Ivan roared.

Thirteen torpedoes, coming from thirteen directions, are difficult to dodge with the turning speed of a submarine, and even if they dodge, there is a high probability that a torpedo equipped with a magnetic fuse will be detonated when it approaches. The air pressure created by the explosion of thirteen torpedoes underwater was enough to tear the submarine to pieces.

These torpedoes don't know why they come back, as if they have encountered some kind of inverted barrier after shooting out, just like if you shoot a shot in the mirror, your bullet disappears, but the bullet in the mirror pierces out.

Fortunately, judging by the distance shown by the sonar detection, there are still a few minutes left for the torpedo to hit the submarine. Ivan decisively gave the order to escape, although there was a big explosion at this depth, and the escape pod was most likely torn apart along with the submarine before it even surfaced, but there was always a glimmer of life.

The crews were skilled, apparently having participated in such crisis drills before, and Ivan went to support Mr. Stone. As he passed through the command hatch, Ivan glanced back and saw Boris still standing there dumbfounded.

He yelled: "Boris, what are you doing! Come on! ”

Boris stood in front of the main console, with a resolute look on his face, and the hand that grabbed the rudder burst into bruises:

"Ivan, you go, I'll control the submarines and avoid them as much as possible, otherwise you won't be able to leave!"

Ivan knew that Boris was right, if the submarine could avoid the torpedo, at least make room for the escape pod to float, then the probability of the crew escaping would be much greater.

"Mr. Stone, you go into the rescue pod with the others, and I'll help Boris. You don't have to worry, they will operate the rescue pod. Ivan finished pushing Stone forward, and then yelled at the man in front, "Quick! Close the hatch and pressurize quickly! ”

"Ivan," a crew member called.

Ivan glared at them fiercely and turned back to Boris's side.

Boris was not polite to him, at such a critical moment, it is difficult for a person to control a submarine, especially to dodge torpedoes.

"Fifteen degrees up, five on the left side, three at speed." Ivan calmly looked at the sonar sona and gave an order to Boris, who was at the helm, and then he picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, "The rescue compartment is in place, close the hatch and start pressurizing!" ”

Ivan's body was a little unstable as the submarine rose and turned at breakneck speed, and the sonar sonor's beeping sirens became more and more intense, and the air in the cabin seemed to freeze.

"Left helm ten, backwards." Ivan ordered.

"Roger!" Boris yelled, pushed the cross rudder, and leaned along with the submarine.

Due to the sudden change from the state of extreme speed to backwards, and at the same time turning and floating, in the pressure of the sea water at a depth of several hundred meters, the hull of the boat trembled slightly, as if it could not withstand the confrontation between the fuel power and water pressure of the submarine, and would fall apart at any time.

Toot toot

The sirens grew more and more intense, and finally they became a string, and all thirteen green dots on the detector turned red.

Ivan and Boris's heartbeats also increased, and their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

At this moment, Ivan felt a warm, peaceful, and refreshing breath, like the snow that had just melted in spring, like the noon sun in winter, like the sweet mountain spring in summer, like the rich fragrance of cinnamon in autumn, enveloping his body.

His restless, nervous, violently beating heart suddenly calmed down, as if he had just taken a hot bath.

He looked at Boris, the blood on his face, which had just turned red, had not yet receded, but his expression was much calmer, and he should have felt the same as him.

Ivan jerked back and saw Stone standing behind him at some point.

"Mr. Stone" He also didn't know if Arthurstone had just come out of the rescue pod, or if he had not left the command module.

"Don't be afraid, I'm with you."

Arthurstone's words were so warm, but with an irresistible force, that Ivan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He was sure that the comforting air that had suddenly appeared in the cabin had erupted from Stone.

This gentleman is really not an ordinary person!

But he didn't have time to think too much, and he didn't have time to communicate with Stone. At this time, a voice came from the cabin: "The life-saving chamber is pressurized." ”

"Breakaway!" Ivan ordered.

The submarine shook a little, but since it was still adjusting its steering, the shaking was not violent.

The beep beep alarm kept going off until it finally turned into a long "beep-" sound.

Ivan and Boris closed their eyes at the same time.

Thirteen torpedoes exploded at the same time in the deep sea of about eight hundred feet.

Since the density of water is about 1,000 times that of air, and the energy transferred by an explosion of the same equivalent is 1,000 times greater underwater than in air, the explosion of a torpedo underwater has a "multiplier effect".

The charge of an average conventional tactical missile is about two hundred kilograms, while the charge of the 533 torpedo reaches four hundred kilograms, which is close to the charge of a Tomahawk missile. However, torpedoes have a multiplier effect underwater, and the energy transmitted by the explosion of a 533 torpedo on the bottom of the sea is equivalent to the explosion of 400 tons of TNT, and 13 torpedoes are 5,200 tons of TNT, which is equivalent to the power of a small nuclear bomb.

The shock wave of the explosion of thirteen torpedoes tore the submarine to pieces in an instant, and at the same time created a huge bubble in the seawater, like the Big Bang, which kept expanding and expanding

The surrounding sea water was extremely compressed in an instant, and the rescue pod, which had just broken away from the submarine, was pushed by the inflated bubble air pressure and ejected like a rocket, but it was unable to move an inch in the concentrated sea water, and was crushed into a discus in an instant.

The bubble has swelled to the limit, and the space inside is large enough for four football fields, and if there is a high-definition camera at this time, you can see an upside-down pyramid appearing in the bubble, and countless shredded submarine fragments are floating in the bubble, and there are faint shadows of several people in it.

Under the pressure of the outer seawater, the bubbles begin to shrink, as if the universe has collapsed. The survival pod, which had just been flattened, was like falling into a huge whirlpool, and the water rushed quickly with the flowing water towards the ever-shrinking bubbles.

The bubbles get smaller and smaller until they reach the limit when they are about the size of a house. The pyramids are gone, only the fragments of those submarines remain.

The air was compressed too much, and after a brief period of stillness, it began to bounce back again, and continued to expand and expand

The bubbles created by the explosion are constantly going through a repetitive process of expansion—collapse, collapse—expansion, like a breathing lung, a beating heart. It pulsates and floats upward, expending energy in the process, rising from eight hundred feet into the ocean.

Bang –

With a loud bang, bubbles rushed out of the sea, carrying a huge tsunami-like wave, and energy escaped in the air. Many fragments of the submarine and a piece of the rescue pod crushed into the discus soared into the sky, like food spit out by a monster, and flew hundreds of meters into the air.

On a research ship not far away, the sailors on the bow shouted: "Tsunami! Get back to the cabin! Tsunami! ”

The ship remembered the shrill siren