Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 39: Devonshire

　　 "Captain! Vermila reported that the cabin was flooded, and she has completely lost power."

　　"The Captain Westminster signaled the distress, she can't stand it for much time."

　　"The captain, Saladin sent a signal to find the trail of a German submarine and ask for instructions on the next step."

　　 "Captain, what should we do now!"

　　 The bridge of the Devonshire is now in a mess, and everyone is looking at Cascent standing on the captain's seat.

Everyone on the bridge of 　　 was beaten by the fierce and fierce attack of the German submarine. The officers lost their usual opinions, and the soldiers prayed to God for their captain to figure out and lead them to escape. This piece of torpedo **** way.

　　 "Don't panic! Do you still look like the glorious Royal Navy?" Cassent roared at the panicked subordinates.

　　He stood on the captain's seat and braved hard. Now in his heart, like these subordinates, he was completely panicked. If he had the courage to fight when the first old S-class destroyer Scout was sunk by a torpedo, then the destruction of the other two V-class destroyers completely destroyed his confidence in fighting. Now he was more frightened than anyone present. He knew that even if he could lead this heavy cruiser back to England, he would not escape the admiralty's punishment. The military court would not let any commander who lost the king’s precious warship be spared. . But he is the captain of this warship no matter what, he is also the commander of this small fleet, although this fleet has only two warships left. He has to take up his responsibilities. This is the education that a Royal Navy officer has received since childhood. This is the tradition of the Royal Navy. He is responsible for the surviving battleships and sailors. Even if he will be held accountable, he still has to bring these two battleships and sailors back to Britain safely.

　　"Let Vermira abandon the ship. They are like targets now. The Germans will not let her go. She is over. The same goes for Westminster. Let her crew evacuate quickly. Order the two ships. The lifeboats are concentrated in one area as much as possible, waiting for our rescue."

　　 Casent frowned and looked at the two destroyers leaning on the sea with thick smoke in the distance. These are two V-class air defense destroyers that have just received modification. The plan originally considered that the most threatening to them on this route was the bombing of the Luftwaffe. Therefore, these two air defense destroyers were specially mobilized for protection. It would be attacked by German submarines.

　　 What Cassant couldn’t figure out the most was how he would encounter German submarines here. German submarines on this route usually sail in the Luftwaffe’s defense circle. How could they go outside the air force’s defense circle? People don't understand. And the current situation clearly shows that the Germans have more than one submarine, which is a nightmare for himself. The heavy cruiser does not have any anti-submarine devices, and there is only one destroyer that can protect itself. If she leaves herself to attack one of the German submarines, Devon will be completely exposed to the other German submarine. By that time, besides avoiding it, he didn't even fight back. But if the Saladin were to tightly protect the Devonshire and be fired by two submarines, Devon would also die ugly. Now there is no time to consider these. He must take these two battleships out of this submarine hunting ground safely. He must also find a way to rescue those sailors who are struggling on the sea, otherwise he may never be in front of the British people. Raise your head.

　　 Thinking of this, Casent gave a loud order to the helmsman, full right rudder, and the speed unchanged. We must retreat as soon as possible. "Kasente turned his head and shouted to his first officer: "Order the Saladin, as long as the German submarine is found, he can attack freely." "Kasente then whispered to himself: "I hope she can save the last face for the Royal Navy." "

　　Casent’s reaction at the time was theoretically flawless. He wanted to use the old S-class destroyer to tow one of the German submarines, and then he should be able to avoid the other German submarine as long as he kept moving at a high speed. Maybe Saladin might also attract another German submarine. If that old destroyer can sink even one German submarine, it would be better. It would be better to go back and explain. Of course, it would be even more perfect if you still have a chance to rescue the crew members who died. If it is really impossible to save, there is no way. You can't let thousands of people take this risk for the sake of more than 300 people. The citizens should be able to understand, and Cassent desperately comforted himself.

　　 But he didn't expect a fatal mistake in his plan, a mistake that could ruin his entire fleet, what would he do if the German submarines were not two but three.

　　 "Periscope! 3000 yards on the port side. Periscope!" The lookout shouted in terror. Cassant quickly picked up the telescope and looked towards the sea on the port side, only to see a jet-black periscope suddenly rising from the undulating waves in the distance, which opened the turquoise water and brought a white wake. The splashing waves shone brilliantly in the sun.

　　 "German submarine, captain, they are driving in parallel with us. They are not as fast as us. They are 3000 yards away. Do you want to shoot? Captain." An officer asked loudly.

　　 "Are you crazy, we might hit such a small target with one shot? Okay, she started to dive." The periscope was slowly descending from the sea.

　　"Watch out. They will launch torpedo attacks and watch the torpedo trails." Casent turned back and shouted to the helmsman: "Pay attention to speed, go forward at full speed, and snake."

　　"Oh, captain, go forward at full speed, snake and maneuver, what is the turning distance?"

　　 "750 meters."

　　 "Oh, captain, 750 meters." The helmsman first moved the ship's clock to issue a full-speed forward command to the engine room, and then began to twist the steering wheel to direct the warship to turn.

　　 "Captain, Captain Cascent." Lieutenant Colonel Sanders rushed into the bridge. As soon as he saw Cassett, he shouted: "German's submarine, we entered the German submarine. Ambush circle."

　　 "Calm down! Lieutenant colonel! Calm down." Cassent was very uncomfortable with Sanders' desperate appearance, especially in this extraordinary period, this rude army officer dared to rush into his The bridge yelled at him, which was even more unforgivable.

　　 But Carson, who inherits the honor and pride of the Royal Navy, is still unwilling to give up his politeness, so although he is disgusted, he still tries to politely said: "We have seen it, Mr. Colonel. We are indeed affected. We have been attacked by two German submarines, but please rest assured that we will be able to get out of this predicament soon. I will take you back to the UK safely, so please don’t panic in front of my men."

　　 Then, Cassant glanced at Sanders’ crooked tie with a visibly contemptuous look and said: “Deportment, Lieutenant Colonel, I don’t know what the army is like, but I know a navy. The officer must maintain his noble demeanor at all times."

　　 Hearing this unfriendly sentence, Sanders’ face flushed immediately. He straightened his military uniform angrily, straightened his tie, and replied unceremoniously: “The army too In this way, and definitely not worse than the Royal Navy, Mr. Colonel." Sanders then asked: "What do you want to do now, you must know that we are still under the threat of German submarines. Let's deal with it to the end, you have to know that you have lost three battleships." When it comes to losing two words, Sanders especially emphasized his tone.

　　 This time it's Carson's turn to blush. He hates this army lieutenant colonel in his heart now, but he has to answer the army bastard's words, otherwise he will lose his momentum.

　　"Yes, we did lose three excellent warships, but this does not mean anything. We encountered a sneak attack by a German submarine. But the good luck of the Germans should come to an end. They have been completely exposed. I could have eliminated them easily, but in order to take into account the army soldiers on board our warships, in order to prevent their precious lives from being threatened, I had to adopt a contingency plan. I can only retreat and we retreat to the UK. ." Casent replied coldly, as if he really retreated because he wanted to save Sanders' life.

　　 "Do you mean to abandon this mission and withdraw to England?" Sanders became anxious when he heard that Cascent was going to retreat. He didn't even care about the venom in Cassant's words.

　　"No way, Captain, do you know what you are doing? You are destroying the last hope of our allies."

　　 Cascent glanced coldly at the anxious Sanders: "There is no hope. This operation failed when the Scout exploded and sank. All our plans are based on concealment, but Now that we have been discovered, the Germans have probably reported our whereabouts to their Admiralty. Maybe the German interception fleet and aircraft are already on the way to intercept us. I can’t implement this again. Obviously it has failed. The Royal Navy has tried its best and paid a sufficient price. I can no longer compensate for both of these warships. We now have only two ways, one is to move on, and then be beaten by the Germans like a target. Entering the bottom of the sea, the other way is to turn around immediately, and escape this dangerous water before the Germans can concentrate their interception power. I chose the latter and I want to take my child home."

　　 "So..." Sanders still wanted to refute something, but he found that he really couldn't find any reason to oppose Casent's doing this. He looked at Cassent with serious eyes and opened his mouth and said no. Speak out.

　　 "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　　 At this time, a dull explosion sounded like a thunder from the sea not far away, and everyone turned their heads and looked towards the direction of the explosion.

　　 "Report to the captain that it is Saladin. She is attacking a German submarine. This is the sound of a depth bomb explosion." A watchman reported loudly.

　　 "I saw it, very good, soldier." Cascent looked at the old-fashioned destroyer madly spinning there. Saladin’s attack also boosted the morale of the sailors on the Devonshire. They swept away the frustrated expressions they had just now, and shook their arms one by one in their respective positions, cheering for their comrades, and the soldiers cheered loudly. The sound even reached the high bridge.

　　 "Play well, kill the German pig."

　　"Send them all to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish."

　　"Fishes don’t eat Germans. They smell so bad that even jellyfish don’t want to touch them."

　　"Since they like potential underwater, they should never float."

　　 Now that the rude clamor of the sailors reached Carsonte’s ears, it became less harsh. He even admired the improvisation of some of them. The Germans are indeed **** trash. I am deeply impressed by this.

　　 "Torpedo! 230, 1000 yards port side!" A voice suddenly sounded from starboard, full of fear and panic.

　　 "Left full rudder!" Casent gave the order to turn the rudder without even thinking about it. Years of combat experience enabled him to make the correct decision in an instant. Then he picked up the telescope and ran to the bridge and looked in the direction of the torpedo.

　　 "Torpedo, 240. 700 yards!" The lookout hand was still reporting the parameters of the torpedo. From his voice, he could hear that he was about to collapse.

　　 "Recruit!" Casent couldn't help shook his head.

　　 The two torpedoes are approaching the Devonshire at a terrifying speed, but the strange thing is that they are not as underwater as other torpedoes. They can only be found from the feathery tail on the water. The two torpedoes were different. They almost floated on the water, splitting the sea like two speedboats, cutting through the waves, almost leaping towards the Devonshire.

　　 "Stupid Germans, they forgot to set the depth of the torpedoes." Casent looked at the two torpedoes and said with a sneer.

　　At this time, the Devonshire had already begun to turn sharply, and the huge bow violently turned to the left, and the waves from the bow even hit the deck. This huge ship was like a flexible speedboat, making a beautiful turn in an instant, and the powerful centrifugal force made her more than 10,000 tons of body tilted violently.

　　 "Torpedo, direction 270, 200 yards."

　　 The voice of the looking hand has calmed down, and now anyone can tell that the two torpedoes will never be able to hit the Devonshire. After a few seconds, the two torpedoes slid not far from the stern of the ship, and continued to jump toward the depths of the sea.

　　 "Captain, it's really beautiful." The chief mate said in a cold sweat.

　　 "If you ordered a full rudder at the time, we might have been shot."

　　 "This is the experience, my major, if I turn right, I will be shot in the stern. Now you have learned a little." Carson said with a triumphant smile.

　　 At this time, the voice of the lookout rang again, this time more anxious than the last time, it was hoarse.

　　"Torpedo, direction 270,600 yards. Coming right in front of us!"

　　 "What!" Casent thought he was too late to give orders. Cassent rushed to the helmsman, pushed the helmsman away, and slammed the rudder to the right.

　　"The left car is going forward at full speed, and the right car is going backward at full speed! Quick!" Casent yelled at his men.

　　 "Captain! There are 300 yards left!" The chief mate reported the parameters of the torpedo with a telescope.

　　 "It's 200 yards, Captain." The first officer's voice was crying.

　　 "It's too late, Captain."

　　 "Pull the collision alert!" Casent released the steering wheel and held the ship's bell tightly.

　　The sailors of the Devonshire also spotted the two tails that rushed towards them. If it weren't for the military order, they would have been in a mess. Now those sailors can only gritted their teeth and watched the two white tails representing death get closer and bigger.

　　 The anti-collision alarm on Devon screamed like a heartbreak. The sailors on the deck had already grabbed all the fixed equipment around them and waited for the moment of being shot. Before the alarm sounded, two huge water columns had risen from the tall ship's gunwale. With the violent explosion, the entire battleship trembled twice, and many soldiers on the anti-aircraft gun positions were thrown out. They lost their battle position, and the sailors standing on the deck could not control their balance and fell on the hard deck.

　　 The speed of the Devonshire dropped sharply. After she tried hard to stir up the last row of waves, she was like a whale that was hit by a critical mass, spinning uncontrollably, and then slowly Stopped, limp on the sea.

　　 "Report the damage! Where did we get hit." Casent got up from the floor of the bridge and asked his subordinates loudly.

　　"Please wait, sir, I will investigate now~IndoMTL.com~The first officer answered loudly, and then ran to the row of intercom phones on the bridge wall.

　　 "Why did this happen? Why did you find it so late. The torpedo was only found at 600 yards. How could this happen?" Carson asked loudly while looking at the watcher.

　　 "I don't know, Captain, they just popped up like this." The looker looked at the angry captain in fear.

　　 "What, do you want to tell me that the enemy attacked from 600 yards away?" Cassent exclaimed angrily, "How is this possible? How could the Germans have just fired a torpedo at 1,000 yards and rushed to 600? Code to launch again. Unless..." At this point, Casent himself was frightened by his assumptions.

　　 "Unless, the Germans have more than two submarines here. Oh, my God!"

　　 "Captain, the German submarine, the German submarine came up. They... They are right next to us!" At this moment, another lookout yelled at Cassant. The officers on the entire bridge ran to the platform beside the bridge and looked towards the ship's gunwale.

　　 was just a command tower at the beginning. With the harsh exhaust sound, rows of high jets of water, a huge German submarine rose majesticly from the water, and its gray hull flashed in the sun. With cold light.

　　 What makes Cassent unbelievable is that the submarine is only fifteen meters away from Devon. Even the small black imperial eagle emblem on the command tower can be seen clearly, on both sides of the command tower. The white, half-human sign shows her identity.

　　German Navy Ocean Submarine U-37.