Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 526: Messy
"Have you taken the picture clearly?" Heynke asked, raising his head.
"It's all taken. It's a wonderful shot. The head of state will like it." Second-ranking officer Lieutenant Doer slid down the stainless steel ladder surrounding the command tower, with a sixteen on his waist belt. Millimeter film camera.
"Just now I used the active sonar [呯] to the destroyer, and I looked at the reaction of the other party. I didn't notice it at all." Zeke took the camera from the officer in charge and handed it to the electrical engineer.
"The telegram has been sent, and our mission is completed." Heynke folded the submarine's trajectory map, which will be handed in with the action report after returning to port.
"Return to sail? Sir." Zeke turned around and asked.
"Yes, Zeke, there is nothing we need to do, and we will return immediately." Heynke picked up the coffee cup on the chart table.
"The right rudder is fifteen degrees, the two cars are one-third speed, and they dive to a depth of 50 meters, and they all act." Zeke clapped his hands and ordered.
"Left rudder fifteen degrees."
"The two cars are at one-third full speed."
"The depression angle of the bow balance rudder is five degrees...seven degrees...15 degrees..."
"Seventeen meters...19 meters...20 meters...balance tank drainage..."
"How is the situation under the sea."
"The depth of the water is 75 meters."
"Very well, continue to dive."
The lighting in the command cabin has changed from combat status to day navigation lights, and the operators in each position are orderly implementing the commander's instructions.
u1001 did two things in the twenty seconds just before the water was out. One was to send a telegram to the German headquarters in Hanoi, and to take care of the first-hand information they had on the scene. A detailed report to the top German army. Thanks to Xu Jun's intervention, the German Navy has mastered the compression communication technology ahead of time. By pre-recording and sending reports through tapes, a report of hundreds of words can be compressed and sent out within a few seconds.
The second thing is to use the camera carried on the boat to record the real situation of the scene. This is the requirement of the command. Without prejudice to your own safety, you should record and archive valuable pictures as much as possible. The wide-angle lens of the 16mm camera and the periscope cannot be docked. If you want to record the image outside the boat, you can only shoot outside the cabin.
The German submarine slowly dived to a depth of 50 meters, then increased its horsepower and returned to the northwest at full speed.
"Hey, there is no injury, right." Enes wiped the water off his face and threw the soaked flying leather cap on the bottom of the lifeboat.
"I'm fine." Sergeant Dominic, the navigator and watchman, leaned on the side of the inflatable boat and waved his hand weakly.
"I almost thought I was going to die, Boss." Corporal Ronal, the radio operator and machine gunner, looked undecided, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, his chin still dripping with water.
"Don't worry, the fleet is nearby. We will be found on it soon." The pilot took off the inflatable life jacket strenuously. This thing did not have enough air after falling into the water, if it were not for the water of Lieutenant Enes. Yes, almost drowned in the sea.
"She sank faster than I thought." Dominic said abruptly.
"What?" Enes blinked.
"Sydney, our plane, you thought I was referring to something. You jealous belligerent, lunatic, you almost killed us just now."
"Hey hey hey, calm down, Dominic. Okay, I'm a bit too excited, I admit that I will take all responsibility."
"Of course it's all your responsibility. You are flying a seaplane that is six years old. Ensign, not the fighter you imagined. God, it's a miracle that we can survive." Dominic Shouted excitedly.
"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 stains.
"Damn, you..." Dominic discovered that the captain's thoughts were not in the same plane as himself.
"At least she was not alone." Enes turned her head and pointed to the sea level ahead.
"Let’s paddle in that direction. The Japanese should fall near here to see if we can get any souvenirs. Don’t sit stupidly, brothers, paddle the oars. We are the navy. I have a lot of energy. Dominic, I can look back and apologize to you, but now I am still the commander of this group."
"Okay, obey, Commander." Dominic reluctantly took the wooden oar that Ronal had handed over and stroked it vigorously.
"Do you think that Japanese pilot is dead? Boss." Ronal asked while paddling.
"It should be dead." Enes looked at the life-saving items in the boat's rescue barrel.
"When he fell into the sea so fast, he couldn't survive." Dominic called.
"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 jet."
"Only God can know this. I guess he must be regretting that he would be stupid enough to follow this madman."
"Hey, it's not my fault, how do I know that Japanese guy will bite us."
"So you took him head into the water. You are such a talented pilot, commander!" Dominic sneered at his captain, sarcastically speaking.
"I took a step a little slower when I pulled up, but we all survived, what else do you dissatisfied with." Enes retorted loudly, just showing a little lack of confidence.
"We survived because of God's mercy. The keel was broken and the bottom of the boat was cracked. 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."
"Shut up and row your oars." The three French navy crew members, sitting in a large inflatable life raft, rowed noisily into the distance.
"This scene is rare. I want to take all of it. Have you seen the French battleship over there? [Dunkirk] and [Strasbourg], they are really beautiful." Captain Yang lay on ju88 On the bombardment stand, manipulating an aerial camera gun against the fleet below was a round of "strike", and the shutter sound of the camera driven by the micro-motor became a whole.
"Attention, Japanese fighters, five, 12 o'clock position." Sergeant Rudman reported loudly.
"Japanese aircraft carrier, let me see the identification manual..." Captain Yang tore off his thick flying gloves with his mouth and opened the navy identification manual.
"There is no bridge, flat deck, but ryojo (Long Xiang). The Japanese are recovering the plane. Can we get closer." Yang looked back at the pilot.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Captain, it's better not to irritate the Japanese anymore." Dickelson pointed his finger at the Japanese fleet on the sea where there is no visible formation.
"Two bombers, northeast." The air defense lookout post on the King Kong yelled, and Takasu and the staff hurriedly turned the telescopes toward the sky.
"It should be an independent bomber. They are also watching the excitement." A staff officer whispered to his colleagues.
"If this continues, the situation will become more and more unfavorable for the empire. We must make up our minds, Commander. We cannot let the glory of the Imperial Navy continue to be damaged in our hands." Admiral Takahashi suggested.
"The fire on the deck of [Ancient Eagle] 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 the [Old Eagle] itself. The Hachiman Bodhisattva blesses you , [Gu Ying] will stick to it." Takasu cheered himself up.
"[Guying] The damage management team reported that the water in the first and second boiler compartments has been controlled, and now we are trying to plug the cracks." The soldier ran up to the deck and reported.
"Very good, great. [Gu Ying] The damage management team did a good job. I would like to express my gratitude to all the generals in my name. Fortunately." At last he heard good news, Takasu's face Finally smiled.
"Commander~IndoMTL.com~Now that the situation of [Old Eagle] is under control, what I just proposed..." The Fleet Chief of Staff came forward again.
"Well, I see, just do what you said." A stone in his heart fell, and Takasu's emotions finally relaxed.
"Ha! Your Excellency Commander, please give the order." Lieutenant General Takahashi stood upright with his hands against the edges of his pants.
"Order the fleet, except for [Xi Li] and [Chunfeng] to stay and continue to rescue [Ancient Eagle], the rest of the ships will set off with the fleet, heading southwest and aiming at Bangkok Port." Takasu ordered.
"Ha, Your Excellency Commander." The staff officers and officers present respectfully saluted the order.
"Containing the French fleet, this is our real task, but we did not expect it to be done in this way." Lieutenant Admiral Takahashi walked to Takasu's side and looked at the [Guo] shrouded in gray smoke. The Eagle said.
"Leave the rest to the sixth expulsion team. This time [Old Eagle] is seriously injured and repairs may take a long time."
"I have realized this, Takahashi-san."
"I don't know if it's useful, but anyway, I will explain it to your superiors."
"Thank you so much, Takahashi-san."
"You are welcome, Takasu-san, this is my duty."
"It's really a disaster."
"Yes, Takasusan." Two Japanese lieutenants stood on the gunwale of the [King Kong], sighing while holding on to the fence.
"Commander! The Joint Fleet Command is calling." The communications staff rushed over with a telegram.
"What's written on it?" The chief of staff asked curiously when he found that Takasu's expression was a little wrong.
"The Siamese navy is under attack by the French navy. The headquarters ordered us to rush into the Gulf of Siam." Takasu handed the telegram to Lieutenant Admiral Takahashi with a bitter face. (To be continued.)