12dz Chapter 904 Black Whale
Chapter 904 Black Whale
Fang Yu smiled. Instead of answering directly, he raised a military handheld terminal he had been holding and issued instructions into the communicator in a calm tone.
“'Xuanjing' No. 1 to No. 4, rise to observation depth, turn off acoustic cloaking, and turn on identification lights.”
He just finished speaking.
About two hundred meters in front of everyone, the calm sea suddenly began to churn with a series of fine bubbles.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, four jet-black objects, each with a perfectly streamlined teardrop shape, rose silently from the water like silent ghosts, eventually hovering quietly on the surface of the sea.
They are not large, each about the thickness of a conventional submarine's torpedo tube and about seven or eight meters long.
It has none of the traditional submarine's conning tower, periscope, or propeller structure. Its hull is as smooth as a single piece of polished obsidian, and it doesn't even reflect any light in the sunlight, but presents a deep, matte texture that absorbs all light.
As the four blue identification lights lit up in turn, they were like four giant beasts lurking in the deep sea, just opening their cold eyes.
Castro and the others were completely stunned; their mouths were agape, and they couldn't utter a word.
This thing was completely beyond their comprehension.
"Gentlemen," Fang Yu's voice rang in their ears, breaking the silence, "please allow me to introduce you to the first piece of equipment we are about to provide you with, which we call the 'Mysterious Whale' class, an unmanned attack submarine."
As he spoke, he turned the screen of his handheld terminal toward the crowd.
On the screen, high-definition images of the surrounding environment transmitted back by the four "Mystic Whales" and their own parameters are displayed in real time.
"It has four main features, which I think should meet the needs of our Cuban comrades."
"First, extreme concealment."
Fang Yu swiped his finger across the screen, bringing up a sonar simulation diagram.
“The outer shell of ‘Xuanjing’ is made of our latest non-lattice memory metal composite material, which integrates tens of thousands of micro acoustic resonant units.”
"Its function is not simply to absorb sound waves like traditional anechoic tiles, but to actively capture incoming sonar probe waves and calculate and emit an 'anti-sound wave' with a completely opposite phase in real time, which cancels out the probe wave within microseconds."
He used a more common metaphor.
"Simply put, any active sonar that sweeps towards it will only be met with complete silence."
"On the enemy's sonar screen, it is not a blurry shadow, nor a suspicious noise, but 'nothing at all.' It is like a drop of water merging into the ocean, achieving 'absolute stealth' at the acoustic level."
Guevara's breathing became somewhat rapid; he knew all too well the principle of "detect and destroy" in naval warfare.
This technology is practically tailor-made for ambush and guerrilla warfare.
"Secondly, its terrifying attack power."
Fang Yu's tone remained calm, as if he were introducing an ordinary household appliance.
"'Xuanjing' is not only an underwater vehicle capable of independently carrying out reconnaissance and covert missions, but it is also a powerful super-heavy torpedo."
“Look at its head.”
He zoomed in on the live feed, and everyone could clearly see that the "Black Whale's" round head had no extra devices.
"It carries a three-ton 'high-energy fuel-air warhead' inside. Once switched to attack mode, it will be like a missile that has been injected with stimulants, rushing towards its target."
"Just one shot, just one direct hit, is enough to tear a Ticonderoga-class cruiser with a full load displacement of over 10,000 tons in half from the keel."
Castro's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.
10,000-ton cruisers are the absolute mainstay of the US carrier battle groups.
"Torn in two with a single shot"—doesn't that mean that from now on, we will never have to fear the naval power of the United States again?
"Third, unparalleled mobility."
Fang Yu then went on to explain.
"It has no propeller and uses a magnetohydrodynamic propulsion system. It has no mechanical transmission structure, so it produces almost no noise when sailing."
"Its normal cruising speed is 60 knots, but when it switches to attack mode, the vectoring nozzles at the bow and stern will activate supercavitation generators, enveloping the entire hull in a bubble, which greatly reduces water resistance."
"Its maximum sprint speed can reach 200 knots."
"Two...two hundred sections?!"
Even Allende, a doctor known for his gentleness and rationality, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Wouldn't that be much faster than a torpedo boat on the water?"
“That’s right.” Fang Yu nodded. “In front of it, any active surface ship is just a slow-moving target. There is no countermeasure that can intercept a super-heavy torpedo rushing towards us underwater at a speed of 370 kilometers per hour.”
"Finally, and most importantly," Fang Yu finally smiled with pride, "it's extremely cheap and incredibly easy to use."
He handed the handheld terminal to Castro.
"All of its control programs are completed with the assistance of our 'Nuwa' AI."
"After two weeks of simulator training, an operator can remotely command an attack formation of twelve 'Mysterious Whales' simultaneously. All the operator needs to do is mark the patrol area on the map or click 'Confirm Attack' on the target list."
"The rest, including route planning, target identification, threat avoidance, autonomous attack... are all done by 'Xuanjing' itself."
Seeing Castro's completely stunned expression, Fang Yu added another sentence.
"As for the price... let's put it this way, the cost for the US to build one of the most advanced Virginia-class attack submarines is probably enough to equip you with an unprecedented underwater 'wolf pack' fleet of three hundred 'Black Whales' that can cover the entire Caribbean Sea."
Dead silence.
The dock was deathly silent.
There was only the sea breeze and the cries of seagulls.
Castro, Guevara, and Allende, three revolutionary leaders who once dominated South America, were like three tribal chiefs seeing a car for the first time, their minds completely blank.
They hadn't been unaware that China's weapons would be advanced, but they never dreamed they would be so advanced as to be almost magical, capable of overturning all the rules of war!
Stealth... High speed... High explosiveness... Low cost... Intelligent...
What does this combination of words mean?
This means that Cuba, this tiny island nation right under the nose of the US, will have the terrifying ability to completely blockade the entire Florida Straits, preventing the US's arrogant Atlantic fleet from crossing the line!
This means that the mode of naval warfare will completely change from a battle of big ships and big guns to an invisible, one-sided massacre by underwater assassins!
“I…” Castro’s lips trembled. He slowly reached out, wanting to touch the handheld terminal, but then seemed afraid that it was just a phantom, and hovered in mid-air.
"Dean Fang... Dean Fang..." His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded with sandpaper, "This... this isn't a dream, is it?"
Fang Yu smiled slightly and placed the terminal into his hand.
"Of course it wasn't a dream."
He turned around and pointed to a huge red buoy being slowly towed by a tugboat on the distant horizon.
It was a target ship converted from a decommissioned 10,000-ton cargo ship.
"Talking without doing is meaningless."
Fang Yu's tone was as relaxed as if he were inviting a friend to play a video game.
"Now, Comrade Castro, please experience the power of our 'little toy' for yourself."