Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 45: Odin’s right eye (4)

　　

　　 "Captain, that guy is here again."

　　 A crew member yelled loudly while holding a telescope.

　　"Really on time."

　　Mannerheim carefully put the lunch box in his hand on the compass table, and then slowly raised the telescope hanging on his chest.

　　"It is indeed it, the distance is six thousand"

　　Mannerheim put down the telescope and shook his head with a wry smile at his men.

　　 "Attention, everyone, that guy is here, quickly put the helmet on and look after your head!"

　　Mannerheim leaned out of the command tower and shouted to the crew who were inflating the lifeboat on the fore deck of the submarine.

　　 "Damn it, act fast, fast, fast..."

　　 "Give me that **** helmet."

　　 "Pay attention to the top of your head!"

　　 Before the captain's words fell, the deck had become a mess.

　　 "I've had enough, Captain, what will happen if I shoot it down."

　　 Gunner Sergeant Miller hurriedly tied his helmet and chin strap with a look of indignation.

　　 "If you are lucky, you will be shot."

　　Mannerheim took the helmet from his subordinates.

　　 "It's ridiculous, now I finally understand why I should equip a submarine with a helmet."

　　Mannerheim casually buckled the M35 helmet with the Navy logo on his head, and then picked up his lunch box again.

　　 Just as he was speaking, a stern engine whistling echoed in the air.

　　 "Attention, it started."

　　Mannerheim shouted vaguely at his men, and everyone in the command tower squatted down.

　　 The screaming sound became more and more severe, reminiscent of a goose that was pinched around its neck. Just when everyone thought that poor poultry was about to die, the screaming stopped suddenly, and then What came was a continuous dull roar like a beast, and a shadow swept across the submarine deck like lightning.

　　 A second later, there was a series of loud metal crashes on the steel deck of the submarine, followed by a crisp "plop!"

　　 "Asshole!"

　　 "Madman!"

　　 "Idiot!"

　　 "Scum!"

　　 "Villain!"

　　The submarine officers and soldiers on the deck and the command tower spontaneously stood up and sent a sincere "greet" from the heart to a small black spot that was flying fast by the sea.

　　 Looking at the crew members who were jumping and roaring on the deck, Mannerheim took off his helmet and swallowed the peach in his mouth.

　　 Although many people have that kind of impulse, until now, no one has ever scolded words like "death". After all, there is a German iron cross on the thing.

　　 "Damn it, I thought the submarine was shot just now, and my ears are still buzzing. Can't I change the airdrop method on it?"

　　 Fesler climbed up the control tower, and he said loudly while pulling his ears.

　　" There is no problem with this method. The problem is with the **** pilot. He regards this as a bombing practice. The only thing that makes me gratified is that in the bombing training with U65 as the target, the bastard's skills Improve."

　　"Really, yesterday he almost broke the head of Hansen who was smoking in the stern of the boat. Today this guy hit the fore deck directly. I'm very sorry, I didn't see the improvement you saw."

　　"Today he dropped a bomb at a lower altitude than yesterday, and his speed was faster... God, I was talking nonsense. If it were not necessary to keep the radio silent, I would have complained to the headquarters of this bastard. I have decided that when this mission is over, I must write this in the report. This pilot is really crazy. He is joking with my submarine and the lives of the crew!"

　　 Mannerheim frowned and said angrily, then leaned out and shouted to the outrageous men on the front deck.

　　"Hurry up and get that **** lifeboat ready, and get that **** airdrop barrel up. Soldiers, move, we can't float here for too long!"

　　"Can't they finish the airdrop in one go, why do they have to divide it into two days."

　　"You can ask the command in person for this question after we return to Hong Kong, but I can guarantee you will not get a satisfactory answer."

　　Mannerheim held the lunch box in one hand, and looked at the item list in the other.

　　"Three rubber inflatable lifeboats, one medical kit, ten rifles, four submachine guns, twenty boxes of ammunition, all here."

　　 Fesler commanded the crew to pass all the things to the officer’s cabin.

　　 "Plus the things we received yesterday, we have no room at all. Fortunately, some things can be thrown away after completing the task, otherwise I really don't know where I will sleep tonight."

　　"You can sleep in a torpedo tube, and I will make a special one for you, my dear Elwin."

　　"Hehe, then you have to give me a bayonet. I have to scrape the grease from the torpedo tube first."

　　 "Dreaming, that is the German navy's ordnance, how can you use it in such a place, you can find a brush yourself."

　　Mannerheim happily forked a peach and stuffed it into his mouth.

　　 Feisler smiled and shook his head. Yesterday the cook on the boat used the "broken" can opener in front of Mannerheim and opened it in just ten seconds. Canned food, a crew member saw the captain secretly put a bayonet back into the armory cabinet.

　　 "Captain! Thirty degrees, low-speed propeller."

　　 The yelling of the listener interrupted the pleasant conversation between the two officers.

　　"How far is the distance?"

　　 "Very weak, heading... In 190, she was driving towards us."

　　 the listener reported excitedly.

　　 "The time now is..."

　　Mannerheim raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

　　 "Hmm... It should be her."

　　 Mannerheim took off the earphones from the listener's head and listened carefully for a while with bated breath, and then handed the earphones to Fessler, who was holding the door frame anxiously.

　　"The course is zero and one zero, the speed of the two cars is one-third, and they float to the depth of the periscope. I hope that the guests we are waiting for will come."

　　Mannerheim gave a series of commands loudly while drilling through the pressure door of the command module.

　　 "Yes, course zero and ten zero, one-third speed, ascend to the depth of the periscope, captain."

　　 The navigating sergeant replied loudly.

　　 "30 meters, 20 meters, 15 meters, 12 meters, reaching the depth of the periscope, captain!"

　　"High-speed propeller, bearing three or three zero, captain."

　　The listener yelled loudly again, but this time the voice was full of tension.

　　"Is it close to the first target direction?"

　　"Yes, captain! She is advancing at high speed, heading...Five-fourth, she seems to be ready to rendezvous with the ship ahead."

　　 "Well, I see, raise the periscope!"

　　 "The periscope is up, captain."

　　Mannerheim turned the brim of his white combat hat to the back of his head, held the grip of the periscope with both hands, and then moved his eyes to the eyepiece.

　　 The sea is very calm, which makes Mannerheim very happy. It has been a rare good weather these days, which makes him more confident in completing this task. Mannerheim believes that this is the proof that God is on the German side. If you change to the harsh weather a week ago, you can only see the surging waves of small hills in the periscope, and it will be difficult to keep the periscope on the water, let alone what you want to find with it.

　　"Wait a minute...Wait a minute...I saw her."

　　Mannerheim adjusted the magnification of the periscope.

　　"It's a big beauty...Three chimneys, two lifting poles on the front deck, black bulwark, it's her!"

　　Mannerheim turned his face and motioned to Elwin to come over and take a look.

　　 "Well, it's exactly the same as in the photo, it's her, the Adriana, really a beautiful big guy."

　　"Destroyer! It's behind Adriana's side."

　　Alwin gave the periscope to Mannerheim.

　　 "Well, yes, J grade. She is very punctual, and everything seems to be going according to plan."

　　Mannerheim leaves the periscope with serious orders.

　　 "Everyone is in position, ready to act."

　　 "Yes, Captain!"

　　Alwin nodded to Mannerheim, then walked to the intercom.

　　"Everyone is in position, ready to act!"

　　 In the corridors at both ends of the command module, there was an order of non-commissioned officers and the messy footsteps of sailors.

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　　 The captain of the American ocean liner Adriana, Mr. Cooper, is now lying comfortably in his captain's seat, listening to his chief mate whispering in his ears.

　　 After sailing from Lisbon, First Mate Lovell has never stopped complaining.

　　 Actually, the chief mate has been upset about the voyage from the day the cruise ship sailed from New York. Every day he spends a lot of time patrolling the sea with his binoculars. Any wind and grass will make him like a rabbit. Startled.

　　 Cooper has tried his best to persuade him several times. This is a civilian ship with the American flag. It sails in the same way as a normal cruise ship. The Germans can’t find any fire on this cruise ship. reason.

　　 What's more, the destination of their voyage this time is Portugal, which is a neutral country and not within the war zone drawn by the Germans, so there is no need to worry about being attacked by German submarines.

　　 But now, it seems that his persuasion did not have any effect. Lovell still looks like a frightened bird, especially after he discovered that there were many British officers in uniform on the ship, the first officer never stopped. After a moment.

　　 Cooper made up his mind secretly, this time when he returned to New York, he must ask the shipping company to replace this neurotic guy. This man suffers from severe paranoia and torpedophobia, compared with the cruise ship chief. This guy is more suitable to be the masthead watcher of the ammunition ship. I believe that no German submarine can escape his search, let alone torpedoes, even a curious dolphin will trigger his alarm.

　　 "Captain, the British destroyer is approaching."

　　The watchman by the ship’s bridge said loudly.

　　 "Huh? This destroyer has been following us since we left Lisbon Port. What are they trying to do."

　　 Cooper stood up and walked to the bridge, holding up his binoculars, and looking at the rapidly approaching destroyer.

　　"The Royal Navy Destroyer Double God, she is asking about our ship's name and destination, the captain."

　　"These arrogant British guys, let them see for themselves."

　　 "Just reply like this? Captain."

　　"No, no, tell them the name of the ship truthfully. We are the American cruise ship Adriana and the destination is New York Harbor."

　　 Cooper looked at his signaler a little gloomily. He was really an elm head with no sense of humor.

　　"Captain, the British destroyer is required to accompany it."

　　 Signaler reports.

　　 "No, Captain, let them go quickly, they will mess things up. A cruise ship escorted by a British destroyer, we will be a legitimate target for German submarines."

　　Hearing what the signalman said, Lovell screamed from the side.

　　"Shut up, Mr. Lovell. Pay attention to your words and deeds. I don't need you to remind me. I also know this. Signalman, you answer them, thank them for their kindness. We are a neutral ship and do not need their escort. "

　　 Cooper glared at Lovell in disgust, and he turned his face and ordered to the signaler.

　　"The British destroyer asked to **** us to international routes. She said that there were German submarines nearby."

　　 Signaler reports.

　　 "God! There is a German submarine nearby! Captain, please let that **** destroyer leave quickly, they will kill us!"

　　 Lovell screamed hysterically again.

　　"Damn it! Shut up! Lovell, I've had enough of your neuroticism, you are already interfering with my work! I solemnly warn you, if you dare to send this on my bridge This kind of noise, I will tie you up and throw you into the sea."

　　 Cooper turned his face and snarled at his first officer. He really couldn't bear this guy with a brain malfunction.

　　 "Tell the British, thank them again for their kindness, please rest assured, we will pay attention. The Adriana is an American mail ship, under the current circumstances, it is safer to sail alone compared to their escort."

　　 Cooper frowned and said.

　　 "Captain, the British still ask to **** us. They say it is to ensure the safety of British passengers on board."

　　 "Sure enough, these British guys are so stupid. Tell them if they really care about the safety of British passengers, let us sail alone. They are putting our ship in danger."

　　"Captain, the British replied..."

　　 While Captain Cooper was trying hard to play pushing hands with the British destroyer captain, a group of passengers on the first-class observation corridor of the Adriana were enthusiastically waving to the British destroyer not far away.

　　"F53, that's the J-class destroyer Double God, Your Highness."

　　 a chubby top-down man whispered to a thin brunette man next to him.

　　 "Really, is she here to **** me?"

　　"I’m not very clear about this. I haven’t received the relevant notice. But it seems to be the case now. Perhaps the navy has obtained some intelligence to protect you safely to your destination. It is the duty of the Royal Navy, Your Highness. "

　　"Do you think they really care about my safety? It depends on this little destroyer?"

　　 The brunette man narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　"Your Majesty, why do you think so? The British government is very concerned about your safety. You also know that the British Navy has been hit hard. At this critical moment, the Navy has specially assigned a valuable destroyer to **** you. This is not more proof of your importance in the eyes of the government."

　　"Sir Basimo, you can really talk. Your Excellency Churchill transferred you to my deputy is the only thing he has done right during this time."

　　 The brunette man cast a cold glance at the flattering fat man.

　　 "Ah, Your Highness, I am extremely honored to be able to receive your approval. In fact, Your Excellency Prime Minister is for the British Empire this time..."

　　 The fat man noticed that the person who was speaking did not pay attention to what he meant. Instead, he turned his face and whispered to a woman standing on the other side. He quickly shut his mouth and bowed his head to the side.

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　　 the brunette man smiled and said to the woman next to him.

　　"Do you really think so, my dear Majesty."

　　The woman sneered and held up a small telescope to look at the destroyer in the distance.

　　 "I'm not saying it, don't call me your majesty, Wallis, I am no longer the king."

　　 the brunette man said softly.

　　"They were persecuting. Not only did they take your throne and the title I deserved, but now they want to exile us to that tropical island. They are so cruel and ruthless. David , In my heart you will always be the King of England and my dearest Majesty."

　　 The woman leaned her head lightly on the man's shoulder.

　　 "Wallis..."

　　 The brunette man gently hooked the woman's arm.

　　 "Oh? What do you think it is? Is it a dolphin? This is the first time I have seen dolphins in the Atlantic Ocean. One, two, ah, there are two more in the back. They swim really fast."

　　 The woman pointed to the sea not far away in surprise and called, and she passed the telescope to her husband.

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