Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 243: T-Class Submarine N Twenty-Five (Part 2)

At this time, n25 has left the most dangerous piece of water and entered the open bell mouth of Bristol Bay. The average water depth of this area is between 20 and 30 meters, which can already support such a A large ocean-going submarine dives. One~IndoMTL.com~See w?·1?·

The shallow water that entered the bay in the Port of Bristol was only about six to seven meters deep. If there was a threat from the air at that time, this submarine had no room to escape.

Now, when Captain Bernard on the control tower found a black spot in the air in the distance, he immediately issued an order for the submarine to dive in an emergency. The view in the air is farther than the sea, and the silhouette of the ship is particularly conspicuous on the calm sea. Under normal circumstances, when a surface ship sees an aerial target, it has already been spotted by the opponent.

"Dive down, dive down! Close the watertight door, and everyone is in place. All move, **** bastard." Bernard slid into the command cabin with the vertical ladder in his hand, and he gave instructions one by one loudly during this period of time. It is extremely valuable for submarines. The sooner you dive into the seabed, the greater the coefficient of successful escape.

Perhaps the other party did not show himself. Bernard never thinks about it like this. Don’t expect the enemy’s mistakes and always prepare for the worst. He believes that it is because he adheres to this creed that he succeeds in war. Escaped many dangers and survived till now.

"The ballast tank has been filled with water, and the bow balance rudder has been deployed." The captain stared at the instrument panel and watched the indicators light up.

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

"Understand, sir, two cars are all."

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

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

"The average water depth here is 80 to 90 feet, but there are some fifty feet of seabed dunes. Although there are marks on the chart, I don’t know if there will be any omissions. The seabed in this area is complicated. There has never been a Royal Navy submarine that ventured to dive here."

"Thirty feet... sir."

"Continue to dive and inform Mr. Miller to comfort those passengers. I don't want to panic inside my submarine when I dive." Captain Bernard held the two charts on the chart table. angle. Frowning and calculating the line on the map.

Just as the British submarine hurriedly dived, a thousand meters above her head in the air, a huge double water bomber began to circle the frothy ripples on the sea slowly, meanwhile The crew members are excitedly reporting their present to their superiors.

"Vulture 56 is calling the fox’s den, and Vulture 56 is calling the fox’s den. We have spotted target number one, we have spotted target number one, our current position is at f51, b4, repeat, the position is at f51, b4. "

The radio communicator is holding the microphone and calling out loudly. They are now using the communication band of the Royal Air Force. The Luftwaffe has taken over all the radio stations of the Royal Air Force, so that the Luftwaffe's communication range covers the entire British mainland. And a large area of ​​surrounding territorial waters.

"This is the fox den. Congratulations. Vulture 56, continue to track the target. Don't let it leave your line of sight. Other troops will come to support you soon." There is some noise on the radio, but the specific commands can be distinguished. .

"The target has dived, Fox Den, the target has dived." The correspondent honestly reported.

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

"Vulture 56 understands that if it finds the target again, can it attack?" The captain asked.

"Yes. Read the book·1?k?a?n?s?h?u. You can use any means to destroy the enemy." The other party was silent for a while, and then made an affirmative answer.

"Vulture 56 understands." Sergeant Welman, the captain, showed a grim smile. After serving for so long, he finally waited for the opportunity to participate in actual combat. Originally, he thought that the war was over, and there was no such possibility in this life. Flip the control wheel, the huge he115 water bomber began to circle the third circle.

The He115 piloted by Wilman did not belong to the Luftwaffe three days ago. The seaplane was originally the property of the Norwegian Navy Air Force. Before the war, German aircraft manufacturing companies sold their products all over the world to accumulate funds for the research and production of new models. Heinkel is no exception. They developed the he115, a high-performance water bomber, and immediately began to sell it to all European countries.

However, the use of seaplanes is limited. Many countries have mature domestic products, so in the end the only thing that is of interest to them is the Norwegian naval aviation department. Norway has a long and tortuous coastline and needs a long range. Seaplanes with large ammunition are used to undertake armed patrols, and Norway has countless calm fjords suitable for large seaplanes to land.

Wilman’s hand is one of the six he115n aircraft sold to Norway by Germany. The flight number given to it by the Norwegian Naval Aviation is f.56. After the Battle of Norway, the aircraft was piloted by a Norwegian pilot and fled to In the United Kingdom, it has been parked at a concealed berth in Southampton Port for a long time. No one cares about it for a long time. Only the Norwegian pilots will regularly maintain it. The British Aviation Commission sometimes sends one or two officials. I boarded the plane for some research. The plane only conducted a few test flights after arriving in the UK, and then the British never allowed her to return to the sky.

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

After occupying Southampton, the German Navy soon discovered this German-made seaplane. There were three other products of the same type with her at the time. After checking the serial number, one of them was still German One of the two He115s captured by the Air Force in Narvik finally returned to the Germans after a year.

Wilman was the pilot who was transferred from the Coast Bomber Wing to recover the bomber. He and his crew had just arrived in Southampton two days ago. When the search order was received, he was at the Southampton berth. They were preparing for take-off. Today’s subject was originally a long-distance flight training with bombs. The plane was full of fuel and four 250kg bombs were also mounted.

"Go around one more time. She can't dive very deep in this time." The navigator lay in the aiming cabin of the bow, carefully watching the sea. He tried to spot the traces of the underwater submarine from the subtle changes on the water surface.

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

"Look, there! Eleven o'clock on the left." The navigator suddenly noticed something unusual, and he reported it to the captain loudly.

"I can see it. Let's lower the height a bit." Wilman pushed the control wheel forward. The water bomber began to descend. Just in the direction indicated by the navigator, a yellowish-brown trace appeared on the sea, which looked like a cloud of smoke tumbling underwater, which was particularly abrupt on the turquoise sea.

"What do you think it is" Willman asked his navigator.

"I don't understand, it looks like a dye or something else." 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."

Just as the crew of the he115 was curiously guessing, there was already a mess in the cabin of the n25. ?Read a book??w?ww?·1?k?an?sh?u?·

"The cabins report the damage, whether there are any injuries." Captain Bernard clutched his torn forehead. The blood dripped from the gap between the fingers on the light blue summer short-sleeved shirt, dyeing a large area of ​​the chest red.

"Motor No. 1 caught fire. We are putting out the fire." The chief engineer yelled loudly in the intercom.

"Everyone stays where they are."

"Calm down! This is an emergency!"

"We ran into something, what is the situation in the front torpedo room."

"God, what happened."

"Captain, we are now sailing to zero and we are stranded."

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

There was a loud scream in the command cabin, and every crew member was yelling in the loudest voice, as if this could drive away the fear in his heart.

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

"Understand, I will let the doctor go as soon as possible." Bernard said, turning his head to look at the military doctor standing aside.

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

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

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

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

"This is the captain. We just ran into some minor troubles. But please don't worry. The submarine was not damaged and the problem will be resolved soon." Bernard addressed the boat.

"Gentlemen, obviously we ran into an unknown sand dune. I have encountered this kind of thing several times before. It's no big deal. Now let's find a way to go up and get out of the current predicament." Bernard I found a handkerchief and covered the wound on his head, but half of his face was already covered with blood, which looked a little scary.

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

"Yes, sir, number two and number four are draining water." The sailor unscrewed the corresponding high-pressure air valve, filled the ballast tank with compressed air, and drained the seawater inside.

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

"Nothing happens, sir." Deputy Captain Matthew reported, standing in front of the depth gauge.

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

"Yes, sir, empty number five and number seven."

As the high-pressure gas filled the ballast tanks, the submarine's hull made a creaking sound from the friction of the infiltrating metal.

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

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

Bernard held on to the periscope shaft guardrail and ordered loudly.

"Drain number six. Number eight."

As the ballast tanks emptied one after another, the submarine just kept creaking, just unwilling to move an inch and a half in place.

"This must be a curse, this is the curse of the undead of the Thetis." Lieutenant Matthew suddenly screamed. The excessive pressure made his mental breakdown somewhat.

"Shut up, you stupid thing. We were just sucked. There may be a mudflat below this. This is normal." Captain Bernard gave Matthew a disgusted look. Then press the talker.

"Chief Engineer, can the second motor still be used?"

"No problem, sir."

"Start Motivation No. 2, and move forward one."

"Go forward one, obey the sir."

The submarine began to tremble slightly, but there was still no sign of movement.

"Stop! Go back one."

"Stop! Take a step back, follow orders, sir."

It still has no effect.

"We are trapped here now. It's all to blame on you." Matthew yelled from the side.

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

"We should empty all the ballast tanks, we must surface!" Matthew ignored Bernard's orders, he shouted loudly.

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

"Excuse me, what happened, captain." Miller got into the command cabin and he asked suspiciously.

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

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

"Shut up, if you are not satisfied, you can take your stinky money and get out of this submarine. I will arrange a torpedo tube for you." Bernard turned to face Miller's vicious threat To.

"Okay, okay, here you are in charge." Miller waved his hand quickly, turned and got out of the command cabin.

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

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

"We can surrender to the Germans. Think about it. There are so many scientists on this submarine. These people are all the Germans very much want to catch."

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

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

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

"You bastard, we only have one electric motor left now, and the boat has been injured. It is impossible for us to complete this task. I told you that this submarine is cursed! What fascinated the eyes, did you not see it? There are ghosts of the victims everywhere, I can hear their wailing." Matthew broke free from Bernard's bondage, and he gave a fierce left uppercut. It hit Bernard on the chin, and the latter stepped back, hitting his back on the chart table.

"Navigator, arrest Lieutenant Matthew, he is crazy." Bernard shook his head, clutching his chin, trying to get rid of the dizziness in his brain.

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

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

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

The chief navigator glanced at Matthew and Bernard back and forth, and then conveyed an order to his men.

"Yes, sir, empty all ballast tanks."

As the valve was opened, the hull began to sway slightly, and the hull made a loud rubbing sound. Matthew pointed his pistol at Bernard and turned his face to look at the depth gauge pointer.

"Respond, empty No.1 and No.2 fuel tank." Matthew ordered loudly.

"Yes, sir." The sailing chief replied loudly.

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

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

"Look, it looks like fuel."

A large amount of black fuel has surfaced from the he115 unit that is spinning above the water. Before they have seen a lot of bubbles gushing out here, it can now be confirmed that the British submarine is underneath, and obviously the other party must be What's the trouble?

"Report the situation here to the headquarters." Wilman exclaimed excitedly.

"Sergeant, she has come up. Look, she is going up." The navigator yelled. I saw that in the middle of a thick oil slick, a towering command tower broke the water surface, and it was still rising slowly. Soon this huge ocean-going submarine with a size of 1,200 tons revealed her whole picture in front of the German bomber, only because the deck and hull were covered with a layer of dark fuel, it seemed a little embarrassed.

"Are you ready to attack? Sergeant." The navigator leaned on the bombardment stand and turned on the circuit switch of the bomber sight.

"Wait a second~IndoMTL.com~ to see what these British people are doing, but you can open the magazine first." Wilman flipped the control wheel and the plane began to circle in reverse. If the British submarine has As a result, he immediately turned the plane into the offensive route.

"There are people on the control tower. They are waving white cloth at us. These people surrendered to us, sergeant, what should we do." The navigator asked that he had never encountered this situation before. The submarine surrendered to a seaplane.

"Send them a light signal, stay where you are and don’t act rashly. If there is any abnormal behavior, we will sink her without hesitation." Wilman was relieved and secretly felt a trace of regret, the actual combat he has been looking forward to Looks like it's been soaked again.

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