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 them
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