"Captain, that guy is here again."

A crew member shouted loudly with a telescope.

"It's really punctual."

Mannerheim carefully rested the lunch box in his hand on the compass table, and then slowly picked up the telescope hanging from his chest.

"It is indeed it, six thousand away"

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

"Everyone, pay attention, that guy is here, quickly put on the steel helmet and watch your head!"

Mannerheim leaned out of the conning tower and shouted to the crew who were inflating the liferafts on the foredeck of the submarine.

"Hell, get moving, fast, fast, fast......"

"Give me that damn steel helmet."

"Watch the top of your head!"

Before the captain's words fell, the deck was already in chaos.

"I've had enough, Captain, and you'll see what happens if I knock it down."

The gun non-commissioned officer, Miller, hurriedly tied his steel helmet and jawstrap, and his face was indignant.

"If you're lucky, you'll be shot."

Mannerheim took the steel helmet handed by his men.

"It's ridiculous, I finally understand why I need a steel helmet on a submarine."

Mannerheim casually fastened the M35 steel helmet with the Navy logo to his head, and then picked up his lunch box again.

As he spoke, a terrible engine whistle echoed in the air.

"Attention, it's on."

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

The screeching grew more and more poignant, reminiscent of a goose that had been choked by the neck, and just when everyone thought that the poor fowl was about to die, the screeching suddenly stopped, and was followed by a continuous dull beastly roar, and a shadow swept over the deck of the submarine like lightning.

A second later, a series of loud metallic thumps rang out on the steel deck of the submarine, followed by a crisp "Plop!" ”。

"Bastard!"

"Maniac!"

"Idiot!"

"Scum!"

"Scoundrel!"

The officers and men of the submarine on the deck and on the control tower all stood up and issued a heartfelt and sincere "greeting" to a small black dot that was speeding away on the surface of the sea.

Looking at the roaring crew as they jumped on the deck, Mannerheim took off his helmet and swallowed the peach in his mouth.

Although many people have that urge, no one has ever uttered the word "die" until now, because it has the German Iron Cross painted on it.

"What the hell, I thought the submarine was shot just now, and my ears are still buzzing, can't it be airdropped in a different way."

Faessler climbed up the conning tower and said loudly as he plucked his ears.

"There's nothing wrong with that, the problem is with the bastard pilot, who took it as a bomb throwing exercise. The only thing that comforts me is that this bastard's skills have improved during the bombing training with the U65 as the target. ”

"yes, yesterday he almost broke Hansen's head while smoking at the stern, and today this guy hit the foredeck straight away, I'm sorry, I couldn't see the kind of improvement you see."

"Today he dropped the bomb at a lower altitude and faster than yesterday...... God, I'm talking nonsense. If it weren't for the fact that radio silence had to be maintained, I would have complained to the General Command about this bastard long ago. I decided that when this mission was over, I would definitely write this in the report, this pilot was crazy, he was joking with the lives of my submarine and the crew! ”

Mannerheim said with a frown, then leaned over and shouted at his men who were still indignant on the foredeck.

"Hurry up and get that damn lifeboat ready and get that damn drop bucket up. Soldiers, get moving, we can't float here for too long! ”

"Can't they airdrop it all at once, why do they have to divide it into two days."

"You can ask the High Command in person when we get back to Hong Kong, but I can guarantee that you won't get a satisfactory answer."

Mannerheim held a lunch box in one hand and a list of items in the other.

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

Faessler commanded the crew to pass the bags of things to the officers' quarters.

"With what we received yesterday, we don't have any space at all, but luckily some things can be thrown away after completing the task, otherwise I really don't know where to sleep tonight."

"You can sleep in a torpedo tube, and I'll make one for you, my dear Erwin."

"Hehe, then you have to give me a bayonet, and I have to scrape the grease off the torpedo tubes first."

"Dream, that's the ordnance of the German Navy, how can you use it in that kind of place, you can find a brush yourself."

Mannerheim happily picked up a piece of peach and stuffed it into his mouth.

Faessler smiled and shook his head, it took only ten seconds for the cook on board to open the can of peaches with the "broken" can opener in front of Mannerheim, and the crew saw the captain secretly put a bayonet back in the armory cabinet that night.

"Captain! Thirty-degree direction, low-speed propeller. ”

The shouts of the listeners interrupted the pleasant conversation of the two officers.

"How far is it?"

"It's faint, the course is ...... 190, she was driving across from us. ”

The auditor excitedly reported.

"It's ...... time"

Mannerheim raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Hmm...... It should be her. ”

Mannerheim took the headphones off the listener's head and listened with bated breath for a moment, then handed them to Faessler, who was eagerly leaning at the doorframe.

"Heading to zero one zero, two cars at a third speed, floating to periscope depth, hoping to come is the guest we are waiting for."

Mannerheim gave a barrage of orders as he drilled through the pressure door of the command module.

"Obey, course zero one zero, one-third speed, float to periscope depth, captain."

The non-commissioned officer replied loudly.

"Thirty meters, twenty meters, fifteen meters, twelve meters, reach periscope depth, captain!"

"High-speed propeller, azimuth 330, captain."

The listener shouted loudly again, but this time with tension.

"Is it close to the first target?"

"Yes, Captain! She's moving at high speed, heading for ...... One-five-four, she seemed ready to rendezvous with the boat in front. ”

"Well, I see, raise the periscope!"

"The periscope is up, Captain."

Mannerheim turned the brim of his white battle cap back to his head, grabbed the periscope's grip with both hands, and then closed his eyes to the eyepiece.

The sea was calm, much to Mannerheim's delight, and the weather had been rare for the past few days, which gave him more confidence to complete the mission. Mannerheim believes that this is proof that God is on the side of Germany. If you change to the harsh climate of a week ago, you can only see the peaks of the waves like small mountains in the periscope, and it is difficult to keep the periscope on the water, let alone find any targets with it.

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

Mannerheim adjusted the periscope magnification.

"It's a big beauty...... Three chimneys, two lifting poles on the foredeck, black bulwarks, it's her! ”

Mannerheim turned his face and motioned for Alwyn to come and take a look.

"Well, it's exactly like in the photos, it's her, Adriana, what a beautiful big guy."

"Destroyer! Just behind Adriana's side. ”

Aylwyn gave up the periscope to Mannerheim.

"Well, yes, J-class. She was very punctual and it seemed that everything was going according to plan. ”

Mannerheim left the periscope with a serious order to.

"All the staff are in place and ready to act."

"Yes, Captain!"

Alwyn nodded to Mannerheim, then walked over to the intercom.

"All personnel are in place, ready to act!"

The corridors at both ends of the command module suddenly resounded with the orders of non-commissioned officers and the chaotic footsteps of sailors.

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Mr. Cooper, the captain of the American ocean liner Adriana, was now lying comfortably in his captain's seat, listening to his first mate chatter and whine in his ear.

Since setting sail from Lisbon, First Officer Lovell has never stopped complaining.

In fact, the first mate had been uneasy about the voyage since the day the ship set sail from New York, and every day he spent a lot of time surveying the sea with a telescope, and any wind and grass would make him jump like a rabbit.

Cooper had already tried to persuade him several times that it was a civilian ship, flying the American flag, sailing in the ordinary way of sailing like a normal cruise ship, and the Germans could not find any reason to fire on the ship.

What's more, the destination of their voyage this time was Portugal, which was a neutral country, and it was not in the war zone drawn by the Germans, so they did not have to worry about being attacked by German submarines.

But now it seems that his persuasion has no effect, and Lovell still looks like a frightened bird, especially after he found out that there were many British ** officers in uniform on the ship, the first mate never stopped for a moment.

Cooper secretly made up his mind, this time back in New York, he must strongly ask the shipping company to replace this neurotic guy, this person suffers from severe paranoia and torpedo phobia, compared with the post ** deputy this guy is more suitable to serve as a mast lookout for munitions ships, I believe that no German submarine can evade his search, let alone torpedoes, even a curious dolphin will trigger his fine report.

"Captain, the British destroyer is approaching."

The lookout on the side of the bridge reported loudly.

"Huh? This destroyer has been following us since we came out of the port of Lisbon, what exactly are they trying to do? ”

Cooper stood up and walked over to the bridge, picked up his binoculars, and looked at the rapidly approaching destroyer.

"HMS Two-Faced Destroyer, she's asking for our ship's name and destination, Captain."

"These arrogant Brits, let them see for themselves."

"Is that the reply? 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 signalman with some gloom, what an elm head with no sense of humor.

"Captain, the British destroyer asked to sail with you."

The signalman reported.

"No, captain, hurry up and let them go, they're going to mess things up. A cruise ship escorted by a British destroyer would be a legitimate target for German submarines. ”

Hearing the signalman's words, Lovell screamed from the sidelines.

"Shut up, Mr. Lovell. Pay attention to your words and actions, I know this very well without you reminding me. Signalman, you answer them, thank them for their kindness, we are neutral ships and do not need their escort. ”

Cooper glared at Lovell in disgust, and he turned his face to the signalman in order.

"The British destroyer asked to escort us to the international route, and she said that there were German submarines nearby."

The signalman reported.

"Oh God! There are German submarines nearby! Captain, please let that damn destroyer get out of here, they're going to kill us!" ”

Lovell let out another hysterical scream.

"Damn it! Shut up! Lovell, I've had enough of your nervousness, you're already interfering with my work! I solemnly warn you, if you dare to make such noise on my bridge again, I will tie you up and throw you into the sea. ”

Cooper turned his face to his first mate and growled, he couldn't take it anymore for this brain-malfunctioning fellow.

"Tell the British, thank them again for their kindness, reassure them that we will take note. The Adriana is an American mail ship, and in the current situation, it is safer to sail alone than their escort. ”

Cooper said with a frown.

"Captain, the British still asked to escort us, they said it was to ensure the safety of the British passengers on board."

"Sure enough, these Brits are so stupid for this. Tell them that if they really care about the safety of British passengers, then let us sail alone, they are putting the ship in danger. ”

"Captain, the Englishman replied......"

While Captain Cooper was trying to play with the British destroyer captain, a group of passengers were waving to the British destroyer not far away in the first-class viewing corridor of the Adriana.

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

A chubby man whispered to a skinny brown-haired man beside him.

"Yes, she's here to escort me?"

"I don't know very much about this, I haven't been notified about it. But now it seems that this is the case, perhaps the Navy has obtained some information, and it is the duty of the Royal Navy to protect you to your destination safely, Your Highness. ”

"Do you think they really care about my safety? Just this little destroyer? ”

The brown-haired man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Your Highness, how can you think so, the British government is very concerned about your safety. As you know, the British Navy has suffered heavy losses, and the fact that the Navy has sent a valuable destroyer to escort you at such a critical moment proves that you are important to the government. ”

"Sir Besimo, you are really good at talking, and the fact that Lord Churchill has transferred you to be my deputy is the only thing he has done right in all his time."

The brown-haired man glanced coldly at the fat man with a flattering face.

"Ah, Your Highness, I am extremely honored to have your affirmation. In fact, Your Excellency the Prime Minister has been ...... for the British Empire during this time"

The fat man found that the person he was talking to did not pay attention to his meaning at all, but turned his face to a woman standing on the other side and whispered to the other, he quickly closed his mouth and lowered his head and stepped aside.

"Look, my dear, this is the destroyer sent by the Royal Navy to protect us, and it seems that they still care about my safety."

The brown-haired man smiled at the woman next to him.

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

The woman sneered, picked up a small telescope and looked at the destroyer in the distance.

"Don't you say okay, stop calling me Your Majesty, Wallis, I'm not a king anymore."

The brown-haired man whispered softly.

"They persecuted you, they not only took your throne, they took away the title I deserved, and now they want to exile us to that tropical island, they are so ruthless. David, in my heart you will always be the King of England, your dearest Majesty. ”

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

"Wallis ......"

The brunette man gently hooked the woman's arm.

"Huh? What do you see is that? Is it a dolphin? It was the first time I saw a dolphin in the Atlantic. One, two, ah, two more in the back, they swim so fast. ”

The woman pointed to the sea not far away in surprise and handed the telescope to her husband.

"Oh? It's a fast place to go...... My God! That's not a dolphin, that's a torpedo! ”