Chapter 881： No red paint (2/2)
Over the Pacific Ocean, blue waves are rippling, and the waves are less than one meter high. It is a good time for sailing.
A large submarine is sailing on the sea in a buoyant state. For the submarine soldiers, it is already very good to be able to breathe the wet sea breeze.
This submarine is not small in size, with a total length of more than 100 meters, and an underwater displacement of more than 2,400 tons. It is definitely a large submarine.
The front end of the hull is painted with crooked Yi-74 ship.
Yes, this is the latest Haida 6b submarine in service by the island navy!
The island navy submarines are named ”I, Lv, and Bo” in large, medium and small categories, similar to the Chinese A, B, and C. The Iraqi submarine is a Class 1 submarine with a standard displacement of more than 1,000 tons. And a few years later, the island navy built a big guy with a displacement of 3,000 tons, or even 5,000 tons.
A submarine soldier climbed up from the control tower in the middle. He was not tall and had yellow skin. He spoke in a whispering bird language, and then he carried a sun flag in his hand.
He climbed up and wanted to hang the sun flag on the mast above the control tower, but just as he was about to take the rope, suddenly, a sea breeze blew, and the sun flag was blown into the sea by the sea breeze!
The whispering babble continued from below, roughly greeting the women in the other's family, expressing that they want to have close contact with the other's women, and this is still a kind of charity, not to dislike the other's ugliness.
”Saburo, you idiot, why did you throw the flag into the sea?”
”Report, I was not careful, I will get a new one.”
”This is the last banner!”
”very sorry.”
”Sorry bird~~ Bring up your sheets and paint the national flag with paint. Hurry up!” The voice below became even more dissatisfied.
”Yes.”
The idiot Sailor Saburo ran to his cabin, and soon a colorful flag was hung out.
”Idiot, why not use red?”
”There is no red paint, only black ink.”
”Baga, slap, slap!” A few big slaps on Saburo's face, a few times, blood came out of the nose.
”It's red now, paint it!”
After a lot of tossing, it took a full half an hour. Finally, this flag with a bed sheet, mixed with black paint and red blood stains, was hung up and fluttered in the wind.
Blocking his nose, Saburo continued to stand on it. Now, he wants to be a watchman, which is a glorious and sacred task.