Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the sunset is reflected on the sea, and is swept into the waves by the wind and waves. It is red, like a tapestry of green blood and scales, covering the sea.

But Hubert, who was responsible for the escort this time, was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery. Looking at the sun that was gradually sinking, his brows were furrowed tightly and his eyes showed a deep look of worry as he ordered. "Order the destroyers on the periphery to be alert and not to be negligent in the slightest!"

Because the German wolves like to launch attacks at night, he had to be extremely vigilant. As long as they survive tonight, the fleet will be able to sail into the patrol range of local aircraft tomorrow evening, and then they will be considered safe.

The entire journey was filled with fear and fear. Sometimes the lookout posts would mistake whales or anything else for German submarines because of their nervousness and sound the alarm, and then the entire fleet would become nervous for a while. But he couldn't reprimand the lookout post. After all, if he really encountered a German submarine next time, the hesitation of the lookout post might have disastrous consequences.

This feeling was so torturous that after a few days he felt that his life span had been shortened by at least ten years. He had secretly decided that after this trip, he would never take on another damn job like this again.

boom! Just then there was an explosion in the distance.

"!!" Hubert stumbled and almost fell to the ground; he was really afraid of what would happen. "Sound the alarm! Prepare to fight!!"

Just as a shrill battle siren sounded over the transport formation, on a freighter at the core of the formation, several white men were lying on the side of the ship, vomiting into the sea.

"Damn it, you shouldn't have eaten that meal at night, yuck!" A young man just complained and couldn't help but vomit a few times.

Seasickness, motion sickness, and airsickness are very normal physiological reactions. Although it is called motion sickness in medicine, it is just an emergency response of the vestibular nervous system of the inner ear to external stimuli.

A long sea voyage across the Atlantic would make any seasick person feel uncomfortable, and this poor young man was one of them; he vomited bitterness and could not help complaining to those around him. "We are forced to suffer this fate if we don't sit on a good passenger ship. I don't know what the superiors are thinking. Do they want us to vomit to death on the way or something?"

They were American pilots, Anglo-American pilots to be precise, who had traveled secretly to support the British.

The person next to him had a bad look on his face, he retched twice, and there was really nothing left in his stomach to vomit. "If you take a passenger ship, if the Germans discover any clues, it will be a problem for the superiors." The long period of rocking at sea made him lose his appetite, and his speech seemed weak.

Because the last time the "New Jersey" passenger liner was sunk, the dissatisfaction of the American people has not subsided. In addition, the United States is still a nominally neutral country, so it is impossible to provide blatant support. Therefore, Roosevelt can only provide covert support like this. Approval of pilots and fighter jets; only a few senior military officials knew about these matters, not even Congress.

"But if you encounter..." Before he finished speaking, the young man began to feel something churning in his stomach again. He retched twice before continuing to speak. "If we encounter those 'wolves', don't we all have to report here? We are going to resist the Germans, not to feed the fish in the sea."

"You crow's mouth..." Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of explosions and the shrill sound of battle sirens in the distance. They found that all the ships around them began to accelerate slowly, although the acceleration was not much faster. The pilots who were lying in the hammocks in the cabin looked at the flashing red warning lights on the cabin wall with frightened and dazed eyes.

"Wolves attack! Wolves attack!" A British sailor on the ship ran over quickly and shouted to several pilots. "Put on the life jacket quickly!"

"Oh, Shet!!" The pilots hurriedly put on their life jackets. Halfway through, someone suddenly reacted and cursed. "Shet, what's the use of wearing these things? How can we survive if the ship is sunk?!" If the ship is hit and sunk, and they fall into the sea, the other ships will definitely not risk being attacked by German submarines The threat of attack stopped to rescue them, but after a few minutes of soaking in the cold water, they had to go to see God; at this time, the life jacket was useless, and it was better to drown directly.

The companion next to him comforted him. "Don't worry, we are now at the core of the entire fleet. Unless all the outer ships are sunk, it will not be our turn."

At this time, the destroyers outside frantically fired countless flares into the sky, illuminating the sea area as bright as day. The sailors widened their eyes and scanned the sea surface carefully, hoping to find the submarine's periscope or torpedo tracks. Some destroyers have even begun to fire randomly at the distant sea with their main guns. However, this kind of behavior seems to have no use except to embolden people.

boom! boom!

There were explosions one after another, and in less than a minute, six transport ships exploded.

"Why haven't we found the enemy's submarine yet?!" Hubert was so anxious that his clenched fists turned white.

The adjutant next to him frowned. "Sir, this explosion frequency does not seem to be an attack by wolves." If it were an attack by wolves, then they would definitely launch torpedoes from all directions. At least a dozen transport ships would be hit, but so far they are only at the front. 6 transport ships exploded, but the rest of the ships were safe and sound.

After he reminded him like this, Hubert also noticed that something was wrong. "It's not a torpedo attack, could it be a mine? But this is an international waterway. How could the Germans lay mines here?" Aren't the Germans afraid of accidentally injuring ships of other neutral countries? "Is our route correct?" For a moment, he even suspected that they deviated from the original route from time to time.

But after asking several ships around, they all said that the route was completely correct and had not deviated.

This is indeed an international waterway. As for whether it will accidentally injure neutral ships, the solution is simple. It is only necessary to install a timing device on the mines. After an hour, the mines that have not been triggered will self-detonate, so there is no chance of accidentally damaging other ships.

"Damn it! The entire fleet has stopped!" Hubert urgently issued an order to stop the fleet. If the Germans laid hundreds of mines ahead, how many ships would they have left if they forced their way through?

So he could only give an order to stop moving forward, but these were not small fishing boats. They could stop when told to stop; all the ships dropped their anchors and the propellers began to reverse, but they still moved forward for dozens of meters and detonated more than ten It gradually stopped after hitting a mine.