Battle of the Third Reich

At this time, n25 has left the most dangerous piece of water and entered the wide trumpet of Bristol Bay. The average water depth of this area is between 20 and 30 meters, and it can already support large oceans like T-class. The submarine dives. ◎,

In the shallow water area before entering the bay at Bristol Port, the depth was only about six to seven meters at a time. If there was a threat from the air at that time, this submarine did not have any space to hide.

And now, when Captain Bernard on the command tower found a black spot in the distance, he immediately ordered the submarine to dive in an emergency. The view in the air is farther than the sea, and the outline of the ship is particularly conspicuous on the calm sea. In general, when the surface ship sees the air target, it has already been discovered by the other party.

"Dive down, dive down! Close the watertight door, and everyone will be alone. All move, **** bastard." Bernard slid into the command cabin with the vertical ladder in his hand, and he issued instructions one by one, which was unusual for the submarine during this time. Precious, the sooner you dive into the sea, the greater the coefficient of successful escape.

Perhaps the other party did not find himself. Bernard never thought about it this way. Don’t hope for the enemy’s mistakes, and always make the worst plan. He believes that because he insisted on this credo, he successfully escaped from the war. Many dangers have survived until now.

"The ballast tank is filled with water, and the bow balance rudder is unfolded." The seafarer stared at the instrument panel, watching the lights above light up one by one.

"The two cars are at full speed and the depression angle is five degrees."

"Understand, sir, the two cars are at full speed."

"Seventeen feet... twenty feet... twenty-five feet... twenty-eight feet, sir." Lieutenant Matthew reported.

"Continue to dive down to forty-five feet." Bernard adjusted his cap and walked to the chart table.

"The average water depth here is 80 to 90 feet, but there are some 50-foot submarine dunes. Although there are signs on the charts, I don't know if there will be any omissions. The seabed situation in this area is complicated. No submarine of the Royal Navy has ever ventured here."

"Thirty feet... sir."

"Continue to dive and inform Mr. Miller to appease those passengers. I don't want to panic when my submarine dives." Captain Bernard held the two corners of the chart table. Frowning to calculate the route on the map.

As the British submarine hurriedly dived, a thousand meters above her head, a huge twin-engined water bomber began to hover slowly around the foamy ripples on the sea, while the crew members He is excitedly reporting his findings to his superior.

"The vulture 56 calls the fox den, the vulture 56 calls the fox den. We have found the target one, we have found the target one, our current position is f51, b4, repeat it, the position is f51, b4."

The radio correspondent called loudly with a microphone. They are now using the communication band of the Royal Air Force. The Luftwaffe has taken over all the radio stations belonging to the Royal Air Force, thus making the communication range of the Luftwaffe covers the entire British mainland and a large area. Surrounding territorial waters.

"This is a fox den, congratulations. Vulture 56, keep tracking the target, don't let it out of your line of sight, other troops will soon come to support." There was some noise in the radio, but it was able to distinguish the specific command.

"The target has dived, the fox's nest, the target has dived." The correspondent reported honestly.

"Then stay in that area and find a way to find her again."

"Vulture 56 understands that if the target is found again, can it launch an attack?" the captain issued an inquiry.

"Yes. You can use any means to destroy the enemy." The other party was silent for a while, then answered affirmatively.

"Vulture 56 understands." Captain Sergeant Willman's mouth showed a greasy smile. After serving so long, he finally let him wait for the opportunity to participate in actual combat. He originally thought that the war was over, and there was no such possibility in his life. Pulling the control panel, the huge he115 water bomber began its third circling.

The he115 piloted by Willman did not belong to the Luftwaffe three days ago. The seaplane was originally the property of the Norwegian naval aviation. Before the war, German aircraft manufacturers sold their products all over the world to accumulate funds for the development and production of new models. Heinkel is certainly no exception. They developed a high-performance water bomber such as he115, and immediately began marketing to all European countries.

However, the use of seaplanes is limited, and many countries have their own domestic mature products, so in the end, the only one interested in it is Norway’s naval aviation department. Norway has a long and tortuous coastline and needs a long-range long-range ammunition. Seaplanes to undertake armed patrols, and there are countless calm fjords in Norway suitable for large seaplane landings.

The one in Wellman’s hand was one of the six he115n that Germany sold to Norway. The flight number given by the Norwegian naval aviation was f.56. After the Norwegian battle, the aircraft was fled to the United Kingdom by a Norwegian pilot. Since then, it has been parked on a hidden berth in Southampton Harbour. For a long time, no one paid attention to it. Only those Norwegian pilots will often carry out daily maintenance. The British Airways Commissioner will sometimes send one or two officials to board the aircraft. According to some investigations, the plane only conducted a few test flights after arriving in the UK, and the British never allowed her to return to the sky.

In the original history, the Royal Navy will start a comprehensive study of it in 41 years, but it is obviously unlikely in this time and space.

After occupying Southampton, the German navy was surprised to find this German-made seaplane. At that time, there were three other products of the same type with her. After checking the number, one of them was still in the same year as the German Air Force. One of the two he115 captured by Ervik finally returned to the Germans after a year.

Wellman was the pilot who was drawn from the Coast Bomber Wing to recover the bomber. He and his crew arrived in Southampton two days ago. When he received a search order, he was doing his job at the berth in Southampton. To prepare for take-off, today's subject was originally a long-distance training for hanging bombs. The aircraft was already full of fuel and four 450-kilogram bombs were mounted.

"For another round, she can't dive very deep at this time." The navigator lay in the aiming cabin of the bow and carefully observed the sea surface. He tried to discover the traces of underwater submarines from the subtle changes on the water.

If you are in the clear waters of the Mediterranean or the Caribbean, and if the weather is good, you can even find submarines sailing from a depth of 30 to 40 meters underwater, but Bristol Bay obviously does not have that kind of conditions. Although the water here still looks blue, it has been seriously polluted by the drainage of the surrounding cities.

"Look, there! Eleven o'clock on the left." The navigator suddenly discovered some anomalies and he reported to the captain aloud.

"I saw that, we lowered the height a little." Willman pushed the steering wheel forward. The water bomber began to descend. In the direction indicated by the pilot, a yellow-brown trace appeared on the sea surface, which looked like a plume of water rolling under the water, and it was particularly abrupt on the blue sea surface.

"What do you think it is?" Willman asked his pilot.

"I don't understand. It looks like a stain or something." The navigator replied loudly.

"Look around again, maybe it has something to do with our goal."

"I think so too, there is no one else in this sea."

At the time of the curious guess of the crew of the he115 crew, there was already a mess in the cabin of the n25.

"All cabins report injuries and no one was injured." Captain Bernard clutched his broken forehead. The blood dripped along the gap of the fingers on the light blue summer short-sleeved shirt, dyeing a large piece of red on the chest.

"Motor No. 1 is on fire, we are putting out the fire." The chief engineer shouted loudly in the intercom on the boat.

"Everyone stays where they are, don't move."

"Calm down! This is an emergency!"

"We ran into something, and what about the front torpedo room."

"God, what happened."

"Captain, we are now at zero speed, we are stranded."

"How is it possible? There are no submarine sandbars on the chart."

There was a yell in the command cabin, and every crew member was shouting with the loudest voice, which seemed to drive away the fear in his heart.

"This is the bow torpedo cabin. We have some leaks here. But the situation is not too serious, but two sailors were injured. I need a doctor to come here. The bow torpedo cabin chief reported in the intercom.

"Understood, I will let the doctor pass as soon as possible." Bernard said, turning his head to look at the medical doctor standing on the side.

"Wait for me to treat the wound on your head." The military doctor was rummaging for disinfectant in his medicine chest.

"I'm fine. You go to the torpedo bay first."

"This is the engine room. The No. 1 motor is over. We have turned off all power." The engine room reported.

"Good job, Chief Engineer, waiting for the order." Bernard pressed the call switch.

"Here is the boat captain. We just encountered some small troubles just now. But please don't worry, the submarine is not damaged, and the problem will be solved soon." Bernard issued a speech to the whole boat.

"Gentlemen, obviously we bumped into an unknown sand dune. I have encountered this kind of thing a few times before. It's no big deal. Now let's find a way to rise and get rid of the current predicament." Bernard found a piece The handkerchief covered the wound on the head, but half of the face was covered with blood and looked scary.

"Drain the No. 2 and No. 4 ballast tanks." Bernard gave the order.

"Observe, sir, No. 2 and No. 4, draining water." The sailor unscrewed the corresponding high-pressure air valve, compressed air was poured into the ballast tank, and the seawater inside was discharged out of the tank.

"Sir, the No. 2 and No. 4 ballast tanks have been emptied." The seamaster reported.

"No response, sir." Deputy captain Matthew reported in front of the depth gauge.

"Empty number five and number seven." Bernard frowned and continued to give orders.

"Follow the orders, sir, empty the fifth and seventh."

As the high-pressure gas was charged into the ballast water tank, the submarine hull made a creaking sound made by the metal friction of infiltration.

"No response, sir, we are still at thirty-five feet." Matthew reported with a trembling voice, and he turned to look at the captain with horror.

"It doesn't matter, she needs some encouragement."

Bernard ordered the shaft fence of the periscope aloud.

"Drain No. 6. No. 8."

As the ballast water tanks are emptied, the submarine just keeps creaking and is reluctant to move an inch and a half in place.

"This must be a curse, this is the curse of the undead Sithis." Lieutenant Matthew suddenly shouted. Too much pressure broke his spirit.

"Shut up, you stupid thing, we are just sucked in. This may be a mudflat below, which is normal." Captain Bernard gave Matthew a disgusted look. Then press the talker.

"Chief Engineer, can the No. 2 motor still be used?"

"No problem, sir."

"Start the No. 2 engine and move forward one."

"Go ahead and follow the commander."

The submarine began to tremble slightly, but still showed no signs of moving.

"Stop! One step back."

"Stop! One step back, obey, sir."

There is still no effect.

"Now we are stuck here, it's all blaming you." Matthew yelled aside.

"Shut up, I order you to shut up. Lieutenant." Bernard was furious, ah, fed up with this hysterical coward.

"We should empty all the ballast tanks, we must surface!" Matthew yelled loudly, ignoring Bernard's order.

"A German plane above is looking for us, you idiot." Bernard refuted coldly.

"Excuse me, what's going on, Captain." Miller got into the command module, he asked suspiciously.

"Please go back to your bed, Mr. Miller, I don't have time to answer your question now."

"Please note. Captain, I am your employer."

"Shut up, if you are not satisfied, you can take your stinky money out of this submarine. I will arrange a torpedo tube for you." Bernard turned his face and threatened Miller viciously.

"Okay, okay, you're in charge here." Miller quickly waved his hand and turned to get out of the command module.

"You see, Bernard, there must be a dozen German warships coming here now, the mission has failed. Why do we have to sell our lives for this Yankee, I don't want to suffocate in this **** submarine, now The most correct choice is to surface."

"I remember reminding you that the Germans are looking for us on it."

"We can surrender to the Germans, you think about it, there are so many scientists on this submarine, these people are all Germans very much want to catch."

"You're crazy, Lieutenant Matthew, you have to remember that you are an officer of the Royal Navy." Bernard strode to Matthew, grabbed Matthew's collar with one hand, and stared at each other fiercely.

"Do you want us to be buried with these people for your boring sense of honor?" Matthew asked angrily.

"We have a chance before we lose hope." Bernard tried to persuade the deputy.

"You bastard, we only have one motor left, and the boat has been injured. We can no longer complete this task. I told you earlier that this submarine has been cursed! What are you fascinated by? You didn’t see your eyes, there are ghosts of the victims everywhere, and I can hear their wailing.” Matthew broke free from Bernard’s bondage, and he hit a fierce left hook. On Bernard's chin, the latter stepped back a few steps in a row, hitting the chart on the chart with his waist.

"Navigator, arresting Lieutenant Matthew, he's crazy." Bernard shook his head with his chin clutched, trying to get rid of the dizziness in his brain.

"No, I'm going to deprive your captain of command. Now the submarine is under my command." Matthew shouted loudly, and took out a Browning miniature pistol from his pocket.

"What do you want to do, Lieutenant." Bernard looked at the cowardly first officer in surprise.

"Navigator, now obey my orders and empty all the ballast tanks." Matthew ordered.

The maritime chief glanced back and forth at Matthew and Bernard, and then conveyed orders to his men.

"Observe, sir, empty all ballast tanks."

As the valve was opened, the boat began to sway slightly, and the hull made a loud rubbing sound. Matthew pointed to Bernard with a pistol, and looked at the depth gauge pointer with a partial face.

"Response, empty No. 1 and No. 2 fuel tanks." Matthew ordered loudly.

"Observe, sir." The sailor replied loudly.

"Do you know what you are doing? Matthew." Bernard rubbed his chin, the wound on his forehead cracked, and blood began to flow out again.

"I'm trying to save all of our lives, you cursed bastard." Matthew replied loudly.

"Look, it looks like fuel."

The he115 crew that was spinning in the sky found a large amount of black fuel surfaced. Before that, they also found that a large number of bubbles were flowing here. It can now be confirmed that this is the British submarine below, and obviously the other party must have encountered something. trouble.

"Report the situation here to the headquarters." Willman ordered excitedly.

"Sergeant, she floated up. Look, she's floating up." The pilot shouted loudly. I saw that in the middle of a thick slick, a towering command tower broke through the water and was still rising slowly. Soon this huge 1,200-ton ocean-going submarine showed her full face in front of the German bomber, only because the deck and hull were covered with a layer of dark fuel, which seemed awkward.

"Are you ready to attack? Sergeant." The navigator lay down on the bomb drop and opened the circuit switch of the bomb sight.

"Wait a second to see what these British people are doing, but you can open the magazine first." Willman pulled the control panel, and the plane began to circle in reverse. If the British submarine changed, he immediately put The plane turned into the offensive route.

"There are people on the control tower, they are waving white cloth to us, these people surrendered to us, sergeant, what should we do." The pilot asked him that he had never encountered such a situation. A seaplane surrendered.

"Send a light signal to them, stop at the place and don't act rashly. If there is any abnormal behavior, we will sink her without hesitation." Wilman secretly felt a trace of regret while he was relieved. Once soaked.

I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival, family reunion, happiness and happiness, good health, constant financial resources, a successful career, and family Antai.

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thanks for your support. (To be continued.)