伊万诺夫在说话。

声音不高，但在柴油机的间歇里能听清。

"these chinese are hopeless.

i showed them the sonar console three times.

three times!

they still can't tell the difference between a surface ship and a submarine contact.

"

（这些中国人没救了。

声呐操作台我给他们演示了三遍。

三遍！

他们还是分不清水面舰艇和潜艇的信号有什么区别。）

彼得罗夫笑了一声。

"mine are worse.

yesterday one of them almost cross-threaded the fuel valve.

if i hadn't stopped him, the whole engine would have seized.

stupid as pigs.

"

（我那边的更差。

昨天有一个差点把燃油阀的螺纹拧滑丝了。

要不是我拦住了，整台发动机都得报废。

蠢得跟猪一样。）

stupid as pigs。

蠢笨如猪。

方天朔的脚步停了。

他站在水密门的门框旁边。

右手搭在冰凉的钢制门框上。

脸上没有什么表情。

彼得罗夫还在说。

"i don't know why moscow agreed to hand over a submarine to these people.

they can barely operate a fishing boat.

give them a submarine?

in six months they'll sink it themselves without anyone's help.

"

（我不明白莫斯科为什么同意把潜艇交给这些人。

他们连渔船都开不利索。）
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