What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 239 Red, Black, White

Queen Maud Mountains, Antarctica.

Beneath the frigid, snow-covered mountains, all six commanders confirmed the orders, and the words "Second Fleet of the High Seas" were added to the prefix of the names of the six warships.

At the same time, Tang Wen used the paint scheme to give all the warships a uniform "black, red, and white" paint scheme, symbolizing iron will and glory.

The accumulated ice and snow covered the warship day and night. In the extremely low temperatures of Antarctica, even the metal would freeze solid, the portholes would be blocked by thick frost, and the exposed decks would be covered with snow up to a hand's width deep.

The steel behemoth seemed frozen in this forgotten land, but in a sudden instant, gray-black smoke billowed from the smokestacks of the six warships.

The power system, which should have been silent, was filled with surging steam in a fraction of a second. The pressure relief valve immediately activated and then expelled a cloud of snow-white frost.

The icy warship, which had just been frozen to tens of degrees below zero, is recovering at an extremely rapid pace.

A piercing whistle rang out from different parts of the warship, and one tightly closed hatch after another was pushed open. Sailors in uniform ignored the biting cold and jogged to their posts.

The incandescent bulbs inside and outside lit up one after another, and the secondary gun turrets of the Bismarck began to rotate smoothly, with the anti-aircraft guns pointing towards the sky.

The turrets, which once resembled gray-black structures and housed two 380mm heavy guns, now came alive, raising their heavy barrels amidst the hum of their motors. Before the captains, a clear roadmap was laid out: the Hipper, with its propulsion at maximum, departed port first, followed closely by the Blücher.

Then came the Bismarck, Tirpitz, Scharnhorst, and Gleisenau.

Six warships set sail one after another, the steel behemoths totaling 200,000 tons breaking through the icy seawater and bringing life to the deathly tranquil Antarctic.

At this moment, a storm from the inland reached the mountains, and its last vestiges of power, along with large swaths of snowflakes, obscured the fleet's appearance, yet made it seem even more majestic.

Amidst the pounding snow, the red and black flags on the mast fluttered proudly, displaying their indomitable spirit in the fierce wind.

Tang Wen's eyes were fixed in mid-air as he watched a fleet destined for no return depart.

Although there was no way to find out, he still wanted to know if these resurrected warships were still related to the ones that sank before.

……

Tang Wengang pushed open the door, and Yan Jian saw the ship girls behind him dressed in the latest "trendy outfits".

"Oh, and who is this young lady...?"

“Jane, a foreign friend of mine, is staying here for a few days.”

Yan Jian nodded, then pretended to be clueless and asked:

"Did she come by boat or plane? Could she have entered the country illegally?"

Tang Wen: "..."

He pulled Yan Jian into the study, leaving the ship girl in the living room to watch TV.

"Alright, stop beating around the bush, what's up?"

"Ha, I'm a guest at your house and you haven't even provided a glass of water..."

"Sizzle," the sound of a soda can being opened.

Tang Wen opened a can of Coke for each of them, took a sip, stuck out his tongue, and felt it wasn't as good as Pepsi.

Yan Jian didn't mind at all; this stuff tasted much better than tea.

"Ha... nothing else, it's just that I haven't seen you for a few days. What have you been up to?"

Tang Wen gave him a knowing look, and the latter immediately understood:
"Quick, tell me what kind of ships you have."

Soon a map appeared on the table, and Tang Wen pointed to the sea outside Agenting:
“Decades ago, many Hans made their fortunes here, bringing a very good industrial base to Argentina. If they had been more ambitious, they might have even been able to develop jet airliners.” Yan Jian frowned in thought and asked, “You want them to take the blame?”

"No, no, I won't reveal it on my own. Let them guess."

Yan Jian clicked his tongue twice. This move was really outrageous, and it was a trap on both ends.

Just ten years ago, the nation of beef and football fought a bloody battle with John Bull, but in reality, both sides suffered heavy losses and neither gained any substantial benefit.

Originally, China planned to import the Type 42 destroyer, an upgraded version of the British Type 051, codenamed 051S, but abandoned the idea due to the poor performance of the Type 42 in this battle.

In fact, as a long-established technology originator, the Type 42 fleet air defense ship was designed very advancedly, consistent with the Aegis concept. However, because it was born too early, the technology was not perfect, and the reliability of many subsystems was relatively low.

Almost all of the Type 42 destroyers that participated in the operation suffered from electronic system problems, and one was even sunk by a subsonic A4 bomb with iron bombs, which was a great loss of face.

The two Type 42 bulls were heartbroken, and Ah Genting, who had been slapped, obediently started playing football to distract himself.

If a Hans fleet were to appear in the vicinity, the British would probably be so frightened that they would sit up in shock.

How many warships are you preparing to deploy?

"You'll find out when the time comes; I'm afraid it will scare you if I tell you now."

Seeing that Tang Wen was keeping him in suspense, Yan Jian thought that there must be more than just the Bismarck and Hipper.

That topic ended there, and he turned to the latest bill passed today, which is now on the front page of the media.

This is widely seen as yet another international setback for China. Zhang Siyuan has not only been ridiculed abroad, but also belittled by many domestic media outlets, who criticize him for damaging China's image and alienating Japan.

Tang Wen shook his head slightly. After reviewing many classic quotes, his resistance had improved considerably.

"Don't worry, the third and fourth dredgers are already completed. By the way... the convention takes effect immediately, right?"

Yan Jian: "Theoretically, it would take time to issue a formal joint statement for it to be considered valid, but this is a supplement to the third meeting more than ten years ago, so it was already effective when it was passed, and it was implicitly agreed upon by the unanimous consent signed at that time."

"Then I'm relieved. Does Japan have any island-reclamation plans?"

"should not."

Okinotorishima itself is not attractive to Japan. The existing reinforced concrete platform is sufficient. If they really want to reclaim land and build an island, it will have to go through layers of approval procedures, which will take at least several years.

Tang Wen: "I read in the newspaper that Okinotorishima only has an unmanned weather observation station and no human personnel stationed there. Can you help me get the patrol cycle of their ships or their future landing plans?"

Also, are there any experts in underwater blasting who can help me with some analysis?

Yan Jian's eyes sharpened immediately, but then returned to calm:
"Did you just make one request, or two requests?"

Tang Wenxin understood: "Two requests. The second request is for the development of Liletan. I need to estimate the amount of explosives needed for future development."

"Oh, I see. That's not a problem."

Yan Jian originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought that if he refused, he would be out of his sight, so he might as well get involved and do his part.

Before leaving Tang Wen's house, he took one last look at the ship girl who was staring motionless at the TV, and couldn't help but ask:

"Isn't your foreign friend a bit... um?"

Tang Wen turned his head and saw that Jean Bart was staring intently at his reflection in the CRT screen—it wasn't even turned on!

Wait a minute, Lao Yan, why are you looking at some kind of pervert?
(End of this chapter)