Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 192: For Your Majesty (7)

Dragon Raja 5

That was Finger, the guy who had been complaining about being seasick and vomiting three times a day since he got on the boat. Now he actually wanted to take over the steering wheel from Rebalco.

Under normal circumstances, Rebalco would never hand over the steering wheel to such an unreliable guy, but at this moment, Finger had thick eyebrows and big eyes with a serious expression, just like the savior in the movie who appeared with his own background music.

Finger shook Rybalko’s hand, which was large and warm, and gave him an inexplicable confidence. Rybalko was inexplicably reminded of those Soviet-era portraits, where Lenin and Stalin met eyes and shook hands affectionately. This must have been the atmosphere.

“Comrade Rebalco, never give up hope at any time.” The dialogue is also so textured, “There are still many girls in Cuba who are willing to bear children for me. For them, I have to try too.”

The second half was a bit jumpy, but overall it was still soulful.

In a flash, Finger pushed Rebalko away and occupied the entire operating console by himself. The whistle blew, the steering wheel spun, and all kinds of miraculous operations were carried out within a few seconds.

“Engine room, reverse at full speed, full right rudder! Nuclear power compartment, light up that warm reactor! Power output 200%! Turn off all stabilizers and prepare to lower the anchor hook! Follow my orders!” Finger skillfully played with the gear levers and buttons.

Rebalko was dumbfounded. Finger was obviously someone who had sailed before. Although it was hard to understand why a veteran sailor would get seasick, his operation was completely illogical. He was reversing and turning this giant icebreaker while dropping anchor at the same time.

Of course, reversing would delay their collision with the black ship. Ahead of the icebreaker lay the vast sea of ​​ice, making it very slow to break through the ice, while behind them lay the surface of the water. Reversing would greatly increase their speed. However, this tactic would be obvious to someone with years of experience in shipbuilding, such as Rebalko. The black ship was sliding on the ice at a very high speed, and even if the Yamal could increase its speed, it would still be impossible to avoid it.

Moreover, it takes a long time for a 20,000-ton ship to increase its speed. The waterway at the stern is only as wide as the hull. Even for an experienced captain, it was difficult to ensure that the ship follows the previous trajectory when reversing. A slight deviation from the course will cause the ship to get stuck in the ice, or even cause the stern to hit the ice surface, in which case they will completely lose power.

But Finger was using Rebalko’s channel. For the crew in the engine room and the power room, this was the captain’s order, and the captain’s order must be executed immediately. Finger actually used proper Russian, and his tone was quite similar to Rebalko’s.

The YAMAL began to reverse with a high-pitched whistle. A loud clanking noise echoed from the bow, the anchor sinking into the deep sea. The Nansen Mountains lay beneath them, so the water depth was only a few hundred meters. The anchor would hit the bottom in a few seconds, but by then they would have collided with the black ship.

Schneider gestured to Rebalco to step back, and all command power fell into Finger’s hands.

“Professor, do you trust Mr. Finger so much?” asked Rebalco.

“No, I don’t trust this guy at all, but when it comes to the will to live, I believe he has the strongest will among us.” Schneider glanced at Rebalco, “That’s a man with women waiting for him.”

The next second, Finger proved that he was still reliable and not just trying to play with the boat before his death. He maneuvered the YAMAL accurately into the waterway formed after the ice was broken behind him, almost to the millimeter.

“60, 59, 58…” The computer started counting again.

The YAMAL’s full reverse speed slowed the relative speed between the two, slowing the black ship’s approach and resetting the countdown. But just as Rebalko had predicted, even with Finger’s masterful sailing, a collision couldn’t be avoided; it merely bought them a few dozen seconds of breathing space.

Finger paid no attention to the countdown on the screen. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and looked around. The steering wheel cabin was surrounded by glass, with a 360-degree view. He must have been judging the ship’s trajectory with his naked eyes, just like driving a small, old car.

“30, 29, 28…”

There was not much time left for Finger. Although the man who stepped out of the crowd to turn the tide at this critical moment showed amazing boat-handling skills, he failed to create a miracle.

Is that really a man worth looking forward to?

Finger grabbed the vodka on the console and drank half of it. The first mate had brought it from the library.

“Engine room, rudder straight ahead! Nuclear power compartment, full power output!” Finger smashed the bottle with one hand.

At this moment, the anchor hook reached the bottom of the sea, and the ship’s reverse speed decreased to zero in a few seconds, and then it blew the whistle and rushed straight towards the black ship.

“10, 9, 8…” The countdown clock was refreshed again.

Everyone was stunned. Finger wasn’t trying to avoid a collision; he was adjusting the ship’s position by reversing, using the bow of the YAMAL to ram the black ship. He dropped the anchor hook early because without it, he simply couldn’t go from reverse to full speed that quickly.

Rebalko and the first mate looked at each other in shock. Only the two of them understood Finger’s idea. The hardest part of the icebreaker was the bow. The side armor could not withstand the impact, but the bow had a chance.

Speed ​​is also required. The faster the speed, the more advantageous it is for the YAMAL. Finger used the YAMAL as a sharp knife. The faster the knife, the cleaner the cut, and he would have a greater chance of being preserved.

But that was not an iceberg but a huge steel ship. Could the bow of the YAMAL really withstand such a huge impact?

Finger raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Two dazzling flames flashed on either side of the deck, leaping into the icy sea and leaving a fiery red trail underwater.

It was unknown where he got the authority, but he launched the storm torpedoes with just a snap of his fingers! The storm torpedoes were extremely fast. A few seconds before the YAMAL and the black ship collided, the storm torpedoes hit the black ship, causing a series of explosions and flames to rise into the sky.

The YAMAL’s speed had increased to over 15 knots as it crashed straight into the flaming black ship. Ice dust and flames collided, and the hulls of both ships made loud noises of deformation, as if two monsters were howling in pain at the same time.

All the glass in the steering gear cabin was shattered. When people lay down to avoid it, the guy at the steering wheel stood upright in the flying flames, ice dust and rain of glass, licking the remaining wine on his fingers.

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