"Chief of Staff, the tow fleet is in contact!"

Just as Lu Bin was feeling uneasy, the communications soldier reported him to break free from his thoughts and quickly ordered: "Hurry and send a report to the towing fleet and tell them that the Bolin facilities are not perfect, it is best to change the course and dock in the Zhandong Water Police District."

"Yes!" The communication soldier responded, then pressed the transmitter in his hand and sent a long string of telegrams. This time the towing fleet responded quickly, but when Lu Bin read it, he felt his head buzzing and a little dizzy, because although the message was not long, every word was heavier than Qianjun: "The real war is not discussed with you."

Just one short sentence shattered all Lu Bin's luck, but because of this, his face was even more bleak, and at some point he even had the absurd thought of not following the commander and political commissar to study in the capital.

I can't know my own affairs. I have to know the four berthed ports under the Dongshui Police District. It's okay to say that the other three were built in the late 1950s with Soviet aid. Although it's not as good as the professional ports of the North Sea Fleet, my professional level and guarantee capabilities are still reasonable.

Only Bolin is a temporary port of call, but it has only been established for three years. The hardware and software facilities are very incomplete. There are only two tugboats, and one of them is still under maintenance. There are only one temporary port with nothing to do. How can it serve two large ships with a thousand-ton class?

So when Lu Bin learned that the target port where the towing fleet was docked was Bolin, his first idea was to hope that the fleet could change its route and dock in the Zhandong Water Police District, which had more complete facilities.

But what he never expected was that the towing fleet ignored his discussion at all, which made him say nothing else. He could only pick up the phone and call Tongbolin stationed in Bo Port.

Just when Lu Bin was anxious to contact Bolin Park Port, a warship with a hull number of 501 was moving at full speed towards Bolin Park Port Port, sixty nautical miles away, and behind him was dragging a warship that was a larger than the size with several cables.

In terms of appearance, the two are not very different. There is only a double-mounted missile launcher in the gun position in front of the superstructure, coupled with various dazzling arrays of radars and communication antennas, which look much taller than the 501 ship that drags it.

This is the only air defense frigate in the hands of the Chinese Navy, the 531 ship.

At this time, it was located in the command room in the upper building of the 531 ship. Fleet commander Dong Yimin was marking the next track point on the chart with a drawing ruler. He immediately opened the navigation log next to him and checked the navigation records for the past two days. Then he raised his head to look at the fun-looking political commissar Xu Tao: "The replies from Kandong have been sent out."

Xu Tao nodded: "I sent it out, but... Old Dong, are you doing this?... I'm afraid that Zhang Bing will come back and cause trouble for you."

"If Zhang Bing is capable, let him go to the director's department. One of them has been established for three years, but he can't even dock two warships. I see if Zhang Bing has the face to see this!"

Dong Yimin was not as worried as Xu Tao, but instead smiled indifferently, because he concluded that if Zhang Bing, an old classmate of the same class as him and the current commander of the Kandongshui Police District, knew the inside story, he would not cause trouble for him at the first time, but to find a crack in the ground to get in first.

The port of the water police district can't even dock even the warships, and the shameless Zhang Bing will definitely go crazy.

It seemed that he understood Dong Yimin's confidence, Xu Tao did not talk about Zhang Bing again, but continued to say: "What you said is correct, but we must also see the reality clearly. Bolin's stationed in Bo Port has been established for a period of time.

However, the funds have not been in place over the years, and the facilities in the port have not been improved. It is still possible to dock some small boats, but our fleet has two large ships of a thousand-ton class. How can Bolin be digested by stationing in Port?”

Seeing that Dong Yimin was stubborn, Xu Tao simply said it more directly, but Dong Yimin was stunned after hearing this.

The expression of indifferentness became awe-inspiring. He immediately looked at the thin morning mist outside the porthole and sighed: "The frigate of more than 1,000 tons is called a big ship. A big country with 9.6 million square kilometers of land and more than 3 million square kilometers of marine territory, but the ship of more than 1,000 tons is called a big ship. Lao Xu, don't you think this is very harsh?"

Xu Tao did not expect that an optimistic Dong Yimin would be so depressed by such a sentence, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved. As Xu Tao, who was admitted to the Naval Ship Academy in the 1950s, was a student of the same class as Dong Yimin and Zhang Bin.

Manipulating giant ships and defending the sea front became the dream of each of them. However, more than 20 years have passed, and the naval officers and soldiers have changed one after another, but the basic equipment is just like standing still, and there is no major change.

This was a heavy blow to the three people who had dreams at the beginning, so Zhang Bing moved to the base and focused on the shore facilities; as for him, he became a political cadre and worked in depth on theoretical work, only Dong Yimin never gave up his dream of youth and stayed at sea from beginning to end.

But dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Today's Chinese Navy still has not escaped the strategic architecture of air, submarine and fast. The thousand-ton frigates are not only backward in technology but also insufficient in quantity. As for destroyers with higher tonnage, they are as few as hot items.

So much so that ordinary thousand-ton warships in small countries have become large ships in the eyes of military ports in China, which has a vast territory. It is hard to say that such a situation is not an irony.

"Old Dong, don't think so much. Now that the national policy has turned to economic construction, I believe our Navy will be good in the future!" Looking at Dong Yimin's bleak back, Xu Tao tried to comfort him.

But Dong Yimin looked at the morning mist outside the window and smiled heartily: "I believe it!"

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Xu Tao. There was no trace of depression in his bright eyes. Instead, he felt full of confidence: "So, if we don't have hardware, we have to use our brains more, and at least we must prepare for the future. Now that the army's elder brother slapped Vietnam on the road, they naturally would not be willing to do so. If we can't beat us on land, we may not be able to find bad luck at sea. If there is really a day, where is our ammunition, oil, water and damaged repair more convenient?"

"Bolin!" Xu Tao almost blurted out, and then realized something, and said in disbelief: "Old Dong, do you mean the Navy Command..."
Chapter completed!