Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The morning sun rises slowly, reflecting on the undulating sea, making the waves extremely dazzling.

In a certain area of ​​the Pacific Ocean, a huge fleet is moving forward. This is the US military transport fleet, transporting materials to support the Soviet Union; various weapons and equipment, oil mining equipment, steel, food, etc., in addition to three divisions of troops.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the sea, the escort formation commander Colonel Harris couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but let out a long yawn.

German wolves generally choose to attack at night, because that time is very conducive to the concealment and escape of submarines. Taking advantage of the chaos caused by one's own attacks, one takes advantage of the enemy and then runs away. This is the essence of the wolf pack's tactics. So Colonel Harris would be on duty every night for fear of something going wrong.

This was already the fifth night that they had spent safely. In five days, they would arrive at the Soviet Far East port.

"I hope this trip will be safe and sound." He didn't know how many times he prayed secretly in his heart. Although they have never encountered a German wolf pack before, even the British Empire, the former maritime hegemon, suffered heavy losses from the wolves. Naturally, the Americans were extremely cautious. This escort formation not only included a large number of destroyers and frigates, but also two A simple aircraft carrier converted from a merchant ship.

At this time, the first mate walked into the bridge on time. "Sir, please go back and rest."

Harris nodded, and just as he was about to walk out of the bridge, a sailor on duty at the lookout post of a destroyer outside the fleet shouted with a phone. "Torpedo! Torpedo found on starboard side! Avoid quickly!!"

Hearing the sudden torpedo warning, the destroyer captain was startled and immediately sounded the battle alarm. While ordering to speed up to avoid the torpedoes, he passed the news to the flagship of the escort formation.

Destroyers rely on their relatively high speed and relatively small tonnage. As long as they detect incoming torpedoes in advance, they still have a high chance of avoiding them.

Harris had just received the enemy attack alarm from the outer destroyer, and heard a loud bang in the distance, and a violent explosion occurred on a freighter near the outer perimeter.

The destroyer avoided the torpedo, but the large-tonnage cargo ship did not have the maneuverability of the destroyer. Even if it received a warning, it could only watch the torpedo slam into the side of the ship.

"Damn it!" Harris was so afraid of what would come his way that he cursed and immediately issued a battle order. "Get ready to fight! Enemy submarine at three o'clock! Munroe and Parr go kill that damn bastard! The aircraft carrier is ready to take off!" The German submarine launched more than one torpedo. When Harris issued the combat order, another There was a huge explosion from the ship.

The two destroyers quickly headed in the direction of the torpedoes, and the Munroe's sonar captured the underwater movement. "The speed exceeds 15 knots! God! Such a fast underwater speed! It's that ghost ship!" The sonar soldier on the USS Munro almost wet his pants when he listened to the sound coming from the headphones.

The destroyer he served before was sunk while searching for the legendary ghost submarine on the east coast of the United States, and he luckily survived. At that time, he had seen this terrifying underwater speed, but he did not expect to appear here again. This ghost is so haunting. Could it be that it is here to take his life? !

The sonar soldier held the cross hanging around his neck tightly and kept talking about God and the Virgin Mary.

The captain looked at the sonar soldier who was pale and trembling speechlessly, and asked him to be taken to the infirmary. He gave the frightened guy a dose of sedatives and reported the incident to the flagship. .

"Oh God! That ghost submarine?!" Harris's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't figure out how the ghost submarine that had been active near the northeastern route of the United States appeared here? ! If you were to come here from the northeastern United States via South America, the distance would be tens of thousands of kilometers! Could it be that it is really a ghost that can appear anywhere at any time? !

"What do you think?" Harris shook his head to get rid of these absurd thoughts in his mind, and looked at the first mate aside.

The first mate shrugs. "Sir, I don't believe in ghost submarines. If I want to explain it, it can only be another advanced submarine newly launched by the German army, but this is really disgusting bad news." If it is really an advanced submarine newly launched by the German army, that means The German army is constantly mass-producing this kind of super submarine.

The reason why superstitious legends about ghost submarines have been circulating in the U.S. Navy is partly due to rumors and ignorance. On the other hand, the U.S. Navy is subconsciously unwilling to see more ghost submarines.

Just imagine if it was really a ghost submarine driven by monsters and monsters, then the U.S. Navy would only have to endure the torture of such a submarine. But now that we know that the Germans can produce such terrifying super submarines, how much loss will the U.S. Navy have to pay?

"The even worse news is how come the Germans are here? Are they passing by by chance or waiting for help?"

Harris' face looked a little ugly. If this ghost submarine didn't encounter them by chance, it would have already known the fleet's route and set an ambush here.

But the first mate breathed a sigh of relief. "The good news is that such advanced submarines all act alone. There should be no other submarines nearby. As long as we drive it away, we will be safe during that period of time and don't have to worry about being attacked by other German submarines." He did not attack either. The extravagant hope of sinking German submarines. German submarines are still wreaking havoc on the northeastern route of the United States. If this submarine had the same performance, how could it be sunk?

"No!" Harris's expression suddenly changed. "If the Germans really cracked our intelligence, how could they send only one submarine?!" No matter how powerful the ghost submarine is, it can only sink a dozen ships at most at a time. If it were him, he would definitely have dozens or even dozens of submarines deployed around here!

As soon as he finished speaking, there were successive explosions all around.

"Report, the C3 transport ship at the rear of the fleet is sinking!"

"The destroyer Douglas on the right wing of the fleet was hit!"

"The destroyer Ekri on the left wing of the fleet was hit! The captain has been killed!"

Harris couldn't wait to give himself a big mouth. When did he become such a crow's mouth!

German submarines fired torpedoes from all directions, and the entire fleet was in chaos.

"Slow down! Slow down and turn the rudder! Hurry up!" On a transport ship, the captain saw the transport ship directly ahead being shot and exploded, and gave the order loudly. However, the transport ship's operation of slowing down and turning the rudder affected the one following behind. Another transport ship, the two transport ships almost collided.