Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

I have to say that Lieutenant Colonel Beqi is indeed an old captain. From Fang Lang's simple description, he already had a rough understanding of the battle and agreed with Fang Lang's judgment, which made Fang Lang admire him.

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What Fang Lang didn't know was that Lieutenant Colonel Becky on the Callahan was even more shocked by his performance. He didn't expect that a cannon fodder-level captain who had just come out of a short-term training course would have such a sense of war.
"Major Lopez, what do you think of the captain of the House?"

"Sir, this young man can detect enemy ships immediately, quickly judge the target of the Harry's attack, and calculate the interception direction. He is indeed an excellent destroyer captain. I think we should hire him.

Gong."

"Haha...it seems we have the same view."

"But sir, this Harry..."

Seeing the adjutant hesitating to speak, Lieutenant Colonel Becky smiled and shook his head:

"Haha...Stupid and arrogant British guys, it is really sad that we have such allies."

"Then they disobey military orders and open fire without permission. Should we punish them?"

"No, no need. Even if we give them orders, they will resist. Let's just pretend that nothing happened and let them continue to fry fish! Let's see how they report when all their depth charges are used up."
"Okay! Sir, I feel that the relationship between the House and the Harry is not harmonious enough! Will this create a safety hazard for our left defense line?"

"Don't worry, the Germans now are no longer the Germans in the early days of the war. Their submarines have suffered huge damage. Even if there are wolves waiting for us in front of us, I believe we can lead the fleet through the enemy smoothly.

The military blockade. However, the Harry is indeed a source of instability. When he applies for ammunition, he will give it a good beating."

I have to say that although Lieutenant Colonel Becky looked down on Reinhardt, the relationship between the British and the Americans was indeed unusual. If this happened to Fang Lang, Fang Lang would definitely be sprayed all over his body.

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As for the Harry's unorganized and undisciplined behavior, Lieutenant Colonel Becky was only prepared to beat them up when they applied for ammunition! Sure enough, they are different brothers.

Just as the House was communicating with the Callahan, the Harry's depth charges were finally used up, and the sea returned to a quiet state again. The moment Fang Lang had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived.

"Sonar room, explore the right side of our ship to see how far away this water rat is from us."

"Understood, sir!"

Everyone was watching the sonar operator's operation closely. Soon, a curve jumped up on the electronic screen, and the sonar operator shouted in surprise:

"Direction 205, one nautical mile away, strong hydroacoustic effect, high-speed propeller sound, the enemy is on the right side of our ship."

When Fang Lang heard this, he was determined and ordered directly:

"Five depth charges, maximum depth, dropped at intervals of five seconds."

"Yes, sir, maximum depth, five missiles, released at intervals of five seconds."

"Ten right rudder, set the course, and move forward in a roundabout way."

"Ten right rudder, the course has been set."

Fang Lang was preparing to form a fan position in front of the enemy, waiting for him to get inside.

All the crew members of the House looked at Fang Lang with excitement. Although they have not destroyed the German U-boat yet, this does not prevent everyone from casting a convincing look at him.

Because he can always anticipate the enemy's opportunities and accurately predict the enemy's movements in advance. When others think he is wrong, he sticks to his own judgment, but the results prove that he is right.

Perhaps, this is why people often say that the truth is often in the hands of a few people!

At this moment, the U441 boat was in chaos. Schrader was so good at using the golden cicada to escape from his shell. Hearing the constant explosions coming from behind, although it made everyone's ears uncomfortable, everyone was shocked.

You know, this is a salute to provide them with cover and will not cause any harm to them.

But just when the rumble of the depth charges stopped, a "buzz" sound suddenly came from above the submarine. As submariners, this sound is simply their nightmare. Everyone knows that this is the sound of sonar working. Now I want to

It is too late to shut down the engine and enter a silent state.

Once a submarine is sailing forward at maximum speed and is locked by enemy sonar, it will be inevitable to avoid it.

"Full right rudder, hurry up!" Schrader's reaction was not unpleasant. It would definitely be impossible not to change the direction now, because the destroyer above must have locked onto itself.

Sure enough, the sound of depth bombs entering the water came from above. It took five seconds before the second sound was heard, and then the third sound five seconds later. A very rhythmic way of releasing depth bombs.

Schreider knew that he was doomed, and a feeling that he was so good and so good emerged in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what a difficult opponent! I can't say anything if I die in your hands.

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When the third depth charge exploded at the tail of the submarine, U441 was severely damaged. The entire submarine seemed to be pushed down into the water by a pair of invisible hands, and then rebounded by the water pressure. There was almost no energy inside the entire submarine.

People standing normally. Everyone staggers.

Soon the fourth depth charge exploded at the bow of the boat, directly blowing a large hole in the bow of U441. In just a moment, seawater poured into the boat.

At this time, on the Harry, Reinhardt looked very ugly and was yelling at the sonar soldier:

"Didn't you say that the voice was down there? Why did we drop all the depth charges but couldn't get rid of him?"

The sonar soldier was very aggrieved and whispered:

"We must have encountered the German pill thrower."

Hearing the sonar soldier's words, Reinhardt immediately reacted. As a destroyer captain who had undergone professional training, he certainly knew what a pill thrower was.

"What did you do a long time ago, and now you find out it's a decoy bomb? You trash. The War Information Center will help me find this damn water rat right away."

Before the War Situation Center could reply, the lookout post reported:

"Sir, the House is launching depth charges."

Reinhardt immediately picked up the telescope on the table and ran out, raising the telescope to look at the House in the distance. He only heard the muffled sound of five depth charge explosions in the distance, and then there was no movement.

This made Reinhardt confused. If the enemy was discovered, why not continue to drop depth bombs? Can he be so confident that he can use five depth bombs to kill the enemy?

Without letting Reinhardt wait any longer, Fang Lang's calm voice soon came from the public channel:

"Reporting to the escort ship, the House sank an enemy U-shaped boat in direction 205. The results have been visually confirmed. The enemy had no chance to surface, no enemy radio communication signal was detected, and the position of our fleet was not exposed.

Done!"

Immediately afterwards, the voice of Lieutenant Colonel Becky, the captain of the Callahan, came from the communicator:

"Received, House! Thank you for your heroic battle. Please return to the escort position as soon as possible, over!"

Fang Lang actually felt very uneasy at the moment. He never expected that he could actually kill a German U-boat with his own strength.

But he can't show too much excitement and must maintain a cold image, mainly to leave the impression to his subordinates that everything is under his control.

Let everyone have confidence in their combat command capabilities, so that they will execute their orders without hesitation in the future.

"House, received, return to escort position. Over!"

After putting down the communicator, he found that all the soldiers were looking at him. Fang Lang looked at each of his subordinates seriously, then came to the ship's intercom, picked up the intercom and said firmly to all the soldiers on the ship:

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"Yes, we killed him! This is the credit of everyone, and everyone is doing a good job."

Soon the thunderous cheers of the soldiers resounded throughout the House! All the crew members, whether on duty or resting, gave out loud cheers.

Everyone felt that the captain was really awesome. At this time, when everyone looked at the Harry in the distance, their eyes began to show a little ridicule. After all, everyone would not forget the flag sent by the Harry.

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