Battle of the Third Reich

"Is it clear?" Heinke asked, looking up.

"It's all taken. It's a wonderful shot. The head of state will like it." Second-ranking officer Lieutenant Doyle slipped down the stainless steel straight ladder of the control tower enclosure, and a 16mm film camera was hung on the waist belt .

"I just used the active sonar [呯] to take a look at the destroyer, and looked at the other party's reaction. I didn't notice it at all." Zeke took the camera from Duan Guanguan and handed it over to the electrical engineer.

"The telegram has been sent and our mission is completed." Heinke folded the submarine's track map and collected it. After returning to Hong Kong, this will be submitted with the action report.

"Go back? Sir," Zeke turned back and asked.

"Yes, Zeko, there is nothing we need to do, return immediately." Heinck picked up the coffee cup placed on the chart table.

"Fifteen degrees to the right rudder, one-third of the speed of the two cars, and the dive to a depth of 50 meters, all action." Zeke ordered with clapping hands.

"Fifteen degrees to the left."

"One-third of the double car at full speed."

"Front balance rudder depression angle five degrees seven degrees fifteen degrees"

"17m 19m 20m balanced cabin drainage"

"How is the seabed."

"75 meters deep."

"Very good, continue to dive."

The lighting in the command cabin changed from a combat state to a daytime navigation light, and the operators in each position carried out the commander's instructions in an orderly manner.

u1001 did a total of two things in the twenty seconds that the water just came out. One was to send a telegram to the German General Command in Hanoi, reporting the first-hand information they had at the scene carefully. German high-level. Due to Xu Jun’s involvement, the German Navy mastered the compression communication technology in advance. By pre-recording and transmitting the tape, a report of hundreds of words in code could be compressed and sent out in seconds.

The second thing is to use the camera carried on the boat to record the real situation at the scene. This is the command of the headquarters, and it should archive valuable picture records as far as possible without hindering your safety. The wide-angle lens of the 16mm camera and the periscope cannot be docked. If you want to record the picture outside the boat, you can only shoot out of the cabin.

The German submarine slowly descended to a depth of 50 meters, then added full horsepower and returned to the northwest at full speed.

"Hey, don't get hurt." Enes wiped the sea water on his face and threw the soaked flying leather cap on the bottom of the rubber lifeboat.

"I'm fine." Sergeant Dominic, the pilot and lookout, leaned against the inflatable ship's side and waved his hands weakly.

"I almost thought I was going to die, Boss." Sergeant Ronald, the radio operator and machine gunner, looked shocked, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, and his chin was still dripping with water.

"Don't worry, the fleet is nearby, and we will soon find ours." The pilot struggling to take off the inflatable life jacket. This thing was not full after the water fell. Otherwise, Ensign Ernest itself was good and poor. Drowned in the sea at one point.

"She sank faster than I thought." Dominique said abruptly.

"What?" Enes blinked.

"Sydney, our plane, what do you think I mean? You militant maniac, madman, you almost killed us just now."

"Hi, hi, calm down, Dominique. Well, I'm really over-excited. I admit that I will take all responsibility."

"Of course it's your responsibility. You drove a six-year-old seaplane, second lieutenant, not the fighter you imagined. God, it's a miracle we can survive." Dominic was excited Roared.

"She's really a great plane, isn't she?" Enes turned his face and looked behind him. Loire 130 had disappeared from the water, leaving only a large floating debris and oil marks.

"Damn it, you." Dominic found that the captain's thoughts were not in the same plane as himself.

"At least she's not alone." Enes turned around and pointed to the sea level ahead.

"We're going in that direction, the Japanese should just fall around here to see if we can get any souvenirs, don't sit silly, brothers, row up the oars, but we are the Navy, and take the strength that the Navy should have Come. Dominique, I can apologize to you, but now I am still the commander of this group."

"Well, obey, Commander." Dominique reluctantly took the wooden paddle from Ronald and swung it hard.

"Do you think the Japanese pilot is dead? Boss." Ronald asked while paddling.

"It should be dead." Enes looked at the life-saving items in the boat's life-saving bucket.

"When he crashed into the sea so fast, he couldn't survive." Dominique said in a word.

"I don't know what he was thinking at the last moment?" The telegrapher wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Who?"

"The pilot of that Japanese fighter."

"This is only known to God. I guess he must be regretting that he would be so stupid that he would follow this madman."

"Hey, it's not my fault again, how do I know that the Japanese guy will bite us so hard."

"So you hit him with his head and hit the water. You are really a genius pilot, commander!" Dominique squinted at his captain with a merciless irony.

"I was a little slower when I pulled it up, but we all survived. What else are you dissatisfied with?" Enes retorted loudly, only to be somewhat emboldened.

"We survived because of God's mercy, the keel was broken, the bottom of the ship was cracked, and God knows how I jumped out."

"I pushed you behind."

"I know, I almost choked to death by the sea, you bastard."

"Sergeant, why are you talking to the commander like this?"

"You shut up and paddle your oars." The three French navy crew members sat in a large inflatable life raft and rowed noisily towards the distance.

"It's a rare sight to see all of this scene. I want to film it all. Have you seen the French battleships over there? [Dunkirk] and [Strasbourg], they are really beautiful." Captain Yang was lying on the bombing seat of ju88 On the upper side, the aerial photography gun was directed at the fleet below, which was a "scan". The sound of the camera shutter driven by the micro motor became a piece.

"Attention, five Japanese fighters, twelve o'clock." Sergeant Rudman reported loudly.

"Japan's aircraft carrier, let me see the identification manual." Captain Yang ripped off the thick flight gloves with his mouth and opened the naval identification manual.

"No bridge, flat deck, ryojo (龍骧). The Japanese are recycling the plane, can we get closer." Yang looked back at the pilot.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Captain. It's better not to irritate the Japanese now." Dickelson pointed his finger at the Japanese fleet, whose formation was no longer visible on the sea.

"Two bombers, northeast." The air defense observation post on the King Kong yelled, and Takasu and the staff quickly turned the telescope towards the sky.

"It should be the bombers of the One Kingdom, and they also came to see the excitement." A staff whispered to his colleagues.

"If this continues, the situation will become more and more unfavorable to the empire, and we must make up our minds, commander. The glory of the imperial navy cannot continue to be damaged in our hands." Admiral Takahashi suggested.

"[Guying] the fire on the deck has been extinguished, and the remaining torpedoes are being transferred to the destroyer. We have done everything we can, and the rest is up to [Guying] himself, with the Hachiman Big Buddha, [Gu Eagle] Will stick to it." Takasu cheered himself up.

"[Guying] reports from the damage control team that the water intake of the first and second boiler cabins has been controlled, and now they are trying to find a way to plug the cracks." The commander reported to the deck.

"Very good, great. [Gu Ying] The damage control team did a good job. I thank all the generals in my name. I am thankful." After hearing the good news, Takasu's face finally appeared. Smile.

"Commander, now that the situation of [Gu Ying] has been brought under control, then the Chief of Staff of the Fleet I just proposed came forward again.

"Well, I know, just do what you said." A stone in my heart fell and Takasu's emotions finally relaxed.

"Ha! Your commander, please order it." Lieutenant General Takahashi raised his hand against the trousers and stood upright.

"Order the fleet, except for [Xi Li] and [Spring Breeze] to stay and rescue [Gu Ying], the rest of the ships accompanied the team to sail to the southwest and target the port of Bangkok." Gao Xu ordered.

"Ha, Your Excellency Commander." The staff and officers present respectfully received the order.

"Stopping the French fleet, this is our real task, but we didn't expect it to be done in this way." Lieutenant General Takahashi walked to Takasu, looking at the "Guying" enveloped in gray smoke Speaking.

"Leave the rest to the Sixth Deportation Team. This time [Gu Ying] was seriously injured and repairs may take a long time."

"I'm aware of this, Takahashi Sang."

"I don't know if it works, but I will explain it to your superiors anyway."

"That's really thank you, Takahashi Sang."

"You are welcome, Takasu Sang, this is also my duty."

"It's really a catastrophe."

"Yeah, Takasu Sang." Two Japanese navy lieutenants stood on the side of the ship "King Kong" and sighed, holding the fence.

"Commander! Call from the Joint Fleet Command." The communications staff rushed with a telegram.

"What is written on it?" The Chief of Staff asked curiously when he found something wrong with Takasu's expression.

"The Siamese navy is being attacked by the French navy, and the command ordered us to burst into the Gulf of Siam." Takasu handed the telegram to Lieutenant General Takahashi with a bitter face. (To be continued.)