"Enemy attack!"
"Planes—nothing but planes!"
The sailor nervously picked up the phone. His trembling fingers could not even press the correct number, and the cigarette butt between his fingertips fell from his shaking hand, landing between two fingers.
He hurriedly threw away the cigarette in his hand, forcibly suppressing the pounding in his chest, then shakily dialed the command room. In a trembling voice, he uttered the word everyone had become so familiar with lately—air raid! In an instant, the red wartime alarm sounded. But the ship actually had almost no antiaircraft weapons. The only autocannons, meant for dealing with light warships, might be the sole weapons available for air defense.
A massive formation of planes swept over like dark clouds blotting out the sky. The soldier who spotted them first gripped the edge of the lookout post and shouted the thought that came most honestly to mind.
Fuck you! A few minutes later, the two sides finally closed in! Bombs rained down from the sky. Every sailor prepared to face death. The roar of weapons mingled with whispered prayers from various places, and everyone's nerves were stretched taut!
Tong...
A bomb fell into the sea roughly twenty or thirty meters from the warship, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Then came the second one!
At that moment, all the warships instantly pushed their speed to the limit. The boilers began running at full capacity, while the helmsmen were put to the test of controlling their vessels. They had to accelerate and break out.
Perhaps this was not the best solution, but it was the only one available now! Everyone prayed. They prayed that if God truly existed, He would come and save them! In truth, most of the sailors had nothing to do at present. This was not