Battle of the Third Reich

"Captain, that guy is here again."

A boatman shouted loudly with a telescope.

"It's really on time."

Mannerheim carefully rested his lunch box on the compass table, and then slowly picked up the telescope hanging on his chest.

"It is indeed it, six thousand distances away"

Mannerheim put down his telescope and shook his head at the men with a wry smile.

"Everyone pay attention, that guy is here, take the helmet quickly and look at your head!"

Mannerheim leaned out of the control tower and yelled at the crew who were inflating the lifeboat on the front deck of the submarine.

"Damn it, move, fast, fast, fast..."

"Give me that **** helmet."

"Watch your head!"

The captain's words did not fall, and the deck had become a mess.

"I've had enough, captain, what will happen if I shoot it down."

Gunner Sergeant Miller scrambled to tie his helmet jaw straps with indignation.

"If you are lucky, you will be shot."

Mannerheim took over the helmet he handed over.

"It's ridiculous, now I finally understand why I need to equip my submarine with a helmet."

Mannerheim casually buckled the m35 helmet with the navy logo on his head, and then picked up his lunch box again.

As he spoke, the air reverberated with a screaming engine.

"Attention, it started."

Mannerheim shouted vaguely at his men, and everyone in the command tower crouched down.

The screams became more and more bleak, reminiscent of a goose with a pinched neck, and when everyone thought that the poor poultry was about to die, the screams suddenly stopped, and the ensuing It was a continuous dull beast-like roar, a Yin shadow swept across the submarine deck like lightning.

A second later, a series of loud metal crashes sounded on the submarine's steel deck, followed by a crisp "Plop!"

"Asshole!"

"madman!"

"moron!"

"Scum!"

"douchebag!"

The submarine officers and soldiers on the deck and the control tower stood up in unison, and sent out a sincere "greeting" from the heart to a small black spot that was flying fast across the sea.

Looking at the crew who were yelling and jumping on the deck, Mannerheim took off his helmet and swallowed the peach in his mouth.

Although many people have the impulse, so far no one has ever called out the words "go to death". After all, that thing is painted with the German Iron Cross.

"What the hell, I thought the submarine was shot, and my ears are still buzzing. Can't I change the airdrop method on it?"

Fesler climbed up to the command tower, he said loudly while pulling his ears.

"There is no problem with this method. The problem is with the **** pilot. He used it as a bombing practice. The only thing that I feel relieved about is that the skill of this **** has been improved in the bombing training with u65 as the target."

"Really, yesterday he almost broke Hansen's head smoking in the stern of the boat. Today this guy directly hit the front deck. I'm sorry, I didn't see the kind of improvement you saw."

"Today he dropped the bomb at a lower height and faster than yesterday...God, what am I talking about. If it is not necessary to keep the radio silent, I have complained to the headquarters about this bastard. I decided , When the mission is over, I must write this matter in the report. This pilot is so crazy, he is joking about the life of my submarine and crew!"

Mannerheim said, frowning angrily, and then leaned out and shouted at the subordinates who were still on the front deck.

"Hurry up and get the **** lifeboat ready, and get the **** airdrop bucket. The soldiers, move, we can't float here for too long!"

"Can't they complete the airdrop in one go, why should it be divided into two days."

"You can ask this question in person after we return to Hong Kong, but I can guarantee you will not get a satisfactory answer."

Mannerheim carried the lunch box in one hand and looked at the inventory in the other.

"Three rubber inflatable lifeboats, a medical case, ten rifles, four submachine guns, and twenty boxes of ammunition are all here."

Fesler directed the crew to pass the bags to the officer's cabin.

"In addition to what we received yesterday, we have no space at all. Fortunately, some things can be thrown away after completing the task, otherwise I really don't know where I slept tonight."

"You can sleep in the torpedo tube, and I will make a special one for you, my dear Elvin."

"Oh, then you have to distribute a bayonet to me. I have to scrape the grease from the torpedo tube.

"Dream, that is the armament of the German navy, how can you use it in that place, you can find a brush for yourself."

Mannerheim forked a piece of peach into his mouth happily.

Fesler smiled and shook his head. The cook on the boat yesterday used the "broken" can opener in front of Mannerheim to open the tinned peach tin in just ten seconds. That night A crew member saw the captain of the boat secretly putting a bayonet back into the armor cabinet.

"Captain! A low-speed propeller at 30 degrees."

The yell of the listener interrupted the pleasant conversation between the two officers.

"How far?"

"Very weak, heading... In nineteen zero, she was driving towards us."

The listener reported excitedly.

"It's time now..."

Mannerheim raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Um...it should be her."

Mannerheim took off the headphones from the listener's head and listened carefully for a while, breathlessly, and then handed the headphones to Fessler, who was eagerly looking at the door frame.

"The course is zero-one-zero, the speed of the double car is one-third, and it floats to the depth of the periscope. I hope that the guests we are waiting for come."

Mannerheim shouted a series of commands while drilling through the pressure door of the command module.

"Following the order, heading to zero one-tenth, one-third speed, floating to the depth of the periscope, the captain."

The marine officer replied loudly.

"Thirty meters, twenty meters, fifteen meters, twelve meters, reach the depth of the periscope, captain!"

"High-speed propeller, bearing three or three zero, captain."

The listener shouted loudly again, but this time the voice was full of tension.

"Is it very close to the first target?"

"Yes, Captain! She is advancing at high speed, heading... On the 15th and 4th, she seems ready to meet the boat ahead."

"Well, I know, raise the periscope!"

"The periscope has risen, captain."

Mannerheim turned the brim of his white combat bonnet to the back of his head, held the periscope grip with both hands, and then put his eyes on the eyepiece.

The sea is very calm, which makes Mannerheim very happy. These days are rare and good weather, which makes him more confident in completing this task. Mannerheim believes that this is the proof that God is on the German side. If you change to the harsh climate of a week ago, you can only see the hills rising in the periscope, and it is difficult to keep the periscope on the water, not to mention what target you want to use it to find.

"Wait... wait a minute... see her."

Mannerheim adjusted the periscope magnification.

"It's a great beauty... three chimneys, two lifting rods on the front deck, and a black bulwark, it's her!"

Mannerheim turned his face and begged Elvin to look over.

"Well, it's exactly the same as in the photo, it's her, Adriana, really a pretty big guy."

"Destroyer! Just behind Adriana."

Elvin gave the periscope to Mannerheim.

"Well, yes, level j. She is very punctual and it seems everything is going according to plan."

Mannerheim left the periscope and ordered seriously.

"Everyone is on their own, ready to act."

"Observe, Captain!"

Elvin nodded to Mannerheim, then walked to the intercom in the boat.

"Everyone is on their own, ready to act!"

The corridors at both ends of the command cabin suddenly sounded a mess of footsteps of the sergeant's orders and the sailors.

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Mr. Cooper, the captain of the US ocean liner Adriana, is now lying comfortably on his captain's seat and listening to his chief mate whispering in his ear.

After sailing from Lisbon, the first officer Lovell never stopped his complaints.

In fact, the first officer was uneasy about the voyage since the day the cruise liner set sail from New York. Every day he spends a lot of time patrolling the sea with a telescope. Any wind and grass will make him jump like a rabbit. .

Cooper has persuaded him several times. This is a civilian ship, flying the American flag, and sailing in the same way as a normal cruise ship. The Germans cannot find any reason to fire on this cruise ship.

What's more, the destination of their voyage this time is Portugal, which is a neutral country, and it is not within the war zone demarcated by the Germans, so don't worry about being attacked by German submarines.

But now it seems that his persuasion has no effect. Lovell still looks like a bird with a startled bow, especially after he finds that there are a lot of uniformed British officers on board, this first officer has never stopped. A moment.

Cooper secretly made up his mind. When returning to New York this time, he must strongly request the shipping company to replace this neurotic guy. This person has severe delusions and torpedo phobias. Compared with the postal deputy, this guy It is more suitable as a mast-looker for an arms ship. I believe that no German submarine can escape his search, let alone a torpedo, even a curious dolphin will trigger his report.

"Captain, the British destroyer is approaching."

The watchman by the ship bridge reported loudly.

"Huh? This destroyer has been following us since we came out of Lisbon. What exactly do they want to do."

Cooper stood up and walked over to the bridge to pick up the telescope and looked towards the destroyer that was approaching quickly.

"The Royal Navy's double-sided destroyer, she is asking about our ship's name and destination, Captain."

"These arrogant Englishmen let them see for themselves."

"Did you just reply? Captain."

"No, no, tell them the name of the ship. We are the US cruise ship Adriana, and the destination is New York Harbor."

Cooper looked at his signal hand with a gloomy glance, really an elm head with no sense of humor.

"Captain, the British destroyer asked to sail with him."

The signal hand reports.

"No, Captain, let them leave quickly, they will mess things up. A cruise liner escorted by British destroyers, we will be the legitimate targets of German submarines."

Hearing the signalman's words, Lovell screamed aside.

"Shut up, Mr. Lovell. Pay attention to your words and deeds. I don't need you to remind me. I know this very well. The signalman, you answer them. Thank you for their kindness. We are neutral ships and we don't need their escort."

Cooper gave a disgusted glance at Lovell. He turned his face and ordered to the signal hand.

"The British destroyer asked to **** us to international routes, she said that there were German submarines nearby."

The signal hand reports.

"God! There is a German submarine nearby! Captain, please let that **** destroyer leave quickly, they will kill us!"

Lovell screamed hysterically again.

"Damn! Shut up! Lovell, I've had enough of your nervousness, you are already interfering with my work! I solemnly tell you if you dare to make such noise on my bridge , I'll tie you up and throw it into the sea."

Cooper turned his face and snarled at his first officer. He was really intolerable to this guy with a brain failure.

"Tell the British, thank them again for their kindness, please rest assured, we will pay attention. Adriana is a U.S. mail ship, in the current situation, compared to their **** is still safer to sail alone."

Cooper frowned.

"Captain, the British still ask us to **** us, they say it is to ensure the safety of British passengers on board."

"Sure enough for this, these British guys are really stupid. Tell them that if they really care about the safety of British passengers, then let us sail alone, they are putting their own ship in danger."

"Captain, the British answered..."

Just as Captain Cooper struggled to push hands with the British destroyer, there was a group of passengers on the Adriana first-class viewing corridor waving to the British destroyer not far away.

"F53, that's the double-sided Godship of the Class J destroyer, Your Highness."

A fat Xie Ding man whispered to a thin brown man beside him.

"Really, is she here to **** me?"

"I am not very clear about this. I have not received the relevant notice. But now it seems to be the case. Perhaps the Navy has obtained some information to protect you from reaching the destination safely. It is the duty of the Royal Navy, Your Highness."

"Do you think they really care about my safety? Just rely on this little destroyer?"

The brown-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly.

"His Royal Highness, how do you think that, the British government is very concerned about your safety. You also know that the British Navy has been hit hard. At this critical moment, the Navy has also specially dispatched a valuable destroyer to **** you, this is not more Prove that you have a high priority in the government’s mind."

"Sir Besimo, you really can speak, and Lord Churchill transferred you to be my deputy is really the only thing he has done during this time."

The brown man glanced coldly at the fat man.

"Ah, Your Highness, I am extremely honored to be able to get your affirmation. In fact, Your Excellency the Prime Minister this time was for the British Empire..."

The fat man found that the person he was talking about didn't pay any attention to him, but turned his face and whispered to a woman who was standing on the other side. He quickly shut his mouth shut, lowered his head to the side.

"My dear, you see, this is the destroyer sent by the Royal Navy to protect us, it seems they still care about my safety."

The brunette said to the woman beside him with a smile.

"Do you really think so, my dear Majesty."

The woman sneered and picked up a small telescope and looked at the destroyer in the distance.

"It's not good, don't call your majesty again, Wallis, I'm not a king anymore."

The brunette said softly.

"That was what they persecuted. They not only took your throne, took the title I deserved, and now want to exile us to that tropical island, they are so ruthless. David, in my In your heart you will always be the King of England, my dearest sire."

The woman leaned her head gently on the man's shoulder.

"Wallis..."

The brunette man gently hooked the woman's arm.

"Ah? What do you see? Is it a dolphin? This is the first time I have seen a dolphin in the Atlantic Ocean. One, two, ah, and two in the back. They can swim really fast."

The woman pointed to the sea not far away in surprise and she handed the telescope to her husband.

"Oh? It's a quick swim... God! That's not a dolphin, it's a torpedo!"