Under the scorching afternoon sun, the Royal Navy's T-class submarine N25 was sailing at full speed across Bristol Bay, its towering, streamlined bow pillar like a sharp machete splitting through the turbid waters of the bay, splashing waves crashing against the hot steel deck.

"If we keep up at this rate, we will need another half an hour to enter the deep water, and I warned you, captain, that your plan was a complete gamble, and now you are putting us all in danger." Lieutenant Matthew, the co-captain, chattered and complained in the captain's ear.

"Shut up, Lieutenant, and be observant, I don't want to hear you complain like a anymore." The captain, Captain Bernard, glanced coldly at his subordinate, and then continued to observe the sea situation nearby with a telescope.

Bristol was not a proper military port, the bay was surrounded by shallows flooded by rivers, and the real usable shipping channels were narrow and shallow, which was an irreparable fatal flaw for the navy.

At the outset of the armistice, the Germans proposed that the Royal Navy must recall all of the British submarine forces under its control, except for the battle wounded and damaged, as well as part of the Mediterranean Sea and the Far East, and the Royal Navy still had a large fleet of 43 submarines.

The technology of British submarines is a bit off-edge, and they seem to have always wanted to use this thing in fleet warfare, and the T-type large ocean-going submarine is the product of this kind of thinking. This was the most technologically advanced submarine in the world at that time, and even surpassed the German U-boat VII in some aspects, for example, it was equipped with the world's first practical active sonar, which was able to use sonar for target positioning in a deep submersible state, without floating to the periscope depth for visual aiming, and the submarine could launch a surprise attack on the enemy ship directly from underwater. This was the highest military secret at the time.

However, the technology has now been acquired by the Germans, who have previously fallen into the hands of the German Navy after the N25's N38 Taku was involved in a chlorine leak, and the Germans have installed the captured sonar on the latest U1001 for combat testing.

The German Navy demanded that the British concentrate all the large submarines in the port of Bristol, which was dotted with shallows and more troublesome because of the impact of the river. The terrain of these shoals is constantly changing, and this is a no-go zone for all submarines, and no submarine has the guts to dive in this area.

Captain Bernard is now in this embarrassing situation, but now that the plan has been launched, he can only move forward without hesitation, he and everyone on this submarine can no longer turn back at this moment, including the chattering Matthew on the side, who is also very aware of this, the lieutenant is otherwise good, but he is a little less timid.

Bernard was not the original commander of the submarine. In fact, none of the people on this submarine were the original crew members of this submarine, they all sneaked out of various fleets, and someone spent a lot of money to hire them and organize them, and secretly sent them to this ship at noon that day.

This was a private operation that had nothing to do with the state, Bernard thought, and that he only needed to get the submarine safely to its destination in order to get a lot of money that could be squandered in his lifetime. The captain had previously commanded an S-class submarine of more than seven hundred tons, with a much smaller tonnage than this T-class. However, the design of British submarines is in the same vein, so the overall layout and handling methods are not much different. With years of accumulated experience, he skillfully commanded the submarine to bypass the blocking net arranged by the group of army laymen, and successfully drove the submarine to the sea.

The problem is that this is only the first step in the plan, and although it has been a complete success, it has already alarmed the British and German high-levels. If the British bureaucracy had been as slow to react as usual, he should have had enough time to break into the safety of the sea, when the time would have been for the submarine to come to the surface, and no one would have been able to find it out of the vastness.

The only variable in the plan was the German side, which Bernard and the hired had discussed intensely. In the end, the other party succeeded in convincing him, the Germans were still busy occupying LinkedIn, and there were a large number of surface ships of the British Royal Navy waiting for them to receive them, and it was impossible to divide their energy to pay attention to the whereabouts of a British submarine.

"We've entered the deep waterway, and although it's only 30 meters deep, it's enough for us to dive." Matthew suggested aloud from the sidelines.

"It's not time yet, keep going, I can't waste precious electricity in this narrow channel." Bernard categorically refused, the submarine has a limited underwater range, and if the battery is consumed here, it must be recharged when it reaches the open sea, and if it is intercepted at that time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Understood, Captain." Lieutenant Matthew wasn't a fool either, and he understood the captain's plan after a little thought.

"We're only going fourteen knots, can't we be faster?" Bernard shouted into the intercom tube.

"I've done my best, and the engine is running at full speed." The navigator's answer came from the interlocutory.

"I said there must be something wrong with this submarine, if I had known it was the N25, I wouldn't have gotten on this ship for any amount of money." Matthew began his whining again.

"Hell, Matthew, what's wrong with you? I think you need to find a place to calm down alone. Now shut your damned mouth for me, and don't mention it in my ear, not a word! Bernard put down his binoculars and turned his face to the first mate and shouted at him.

While the captain of the submarine was spitting in the face of the first mate, another discussion was going on in the officer's cabin at the front of the submarine.

"That's what you call a safe path? Mr. Miller. I think it's a little different from what you said before. "Howard. Flory sat on a couch with a folded corner, clutching a document bag tightly in his hand.

"Don't worry, Doctor, we've planned it well, and there will be no problem, besides, no part of the world is completely safe, and you know that it's a time of war, and your country has been overrun by savage conquerors. Your research will go a long way in saving your country, and it's worth taking a little risk at this time.

Now you should think about how you can convince the directors of the foundation to continue to invest in your research when you come to the United States, although my boss is optimistic about your project, but he can't say anything on the board of directors, and the investment in research must be supported by a majority of the directors. "Harry. Miller sat in a folding chair across from Flori, a somewhat devoid middle-aged gentleman who was the agent of the Rockefeller Foundation in Europe. The entire escape plan was all manipulated by him behind the scenes.

It was at the end of '39 that Florey came into contact with the Rockefeller Foundation, when Mr. Miller had rushed to Oxford from the Paris branch and saw the potential behind the research, medicine has always been a lucrative business, and if research is done in the right direction, you may only need to invest a small amount of money, and the return may be an inexhaustible gold mine.

At that time, Flori was already trapped by the problem of funding, and the research funds in the university could not be used casually, and the funds originally allocated to the laboratory had been exhausted. Flori mobilized all his connections to find new sources of funding for his research, but at this time no one was optimistic about his research.

The British Medical Research Council expressed some interest, and they were willing to invest twenty-five pounds in it, and what twenty-five pounds could do, Flory couldn't even think of it. In the end, it was thanks to Chinn's Jewishness that they received three hundred pounds a month from the Medical Research Council, which was given in the name of living expenses for Champ. The last amount of money received from the committee was 120 pounds a year for antimicrobial research, which is a lot of money. Every laboratory that does similar research will be able to get it as long as it applies. All this money is pooled up, just barely enough to keep the experiment going, but the lab staff need to eat, they have to pay, no one wants to work for you for free these days, especially bacterial cultivation is still a troublesome and disgusting job.

So at that time. The Rockefeller Foundation's grant was a lifesaver for Florry, and Miller lived up to Florry's expectations, and his application was quickly approved by the US headquarters, and the wealthy Rockefeller Foundation was much more generous than the British Medical Research Society, and they signed an agreement with Florry. The annual investment of 5,000 US dollars in Flory's research is actually more than 100 pounds a month in pounds, but for Florry, this is the rain in the desert, and he has enough money on hand to support him to complete this research.

Flory lived up to Miller's expectations and successfully found a way to purify penicillin from the strain, and not only that, but he also conducted a series of animal experiments, and the results of the experiments showed that the drug fully achieved the effect that Flory expected. Miller personally rushed to Oxford to review the report of the experiment, and then he urged Florey to write the results of the study as soon as possible and publish them in the most authoritative medical journals, so that he could have reason to ask the foundation for greater investment.

But before the magazine could be published, the Germans had already set foot in England. In the end, Flory escaped from Oxford in a hurry under Miller's arrangement, and even got on the submarine in a daze under Miller's arrangement.

"You have to believe in the Foundation's abilities, this is a rescue operation that has been prepared for a long time, and not just for you, you can go out and have a look, those people in civilian clothes are just like you, and each of them is a genius and elite in their field. We won't be joking with your precious treasures of humanity, so you can rest easy and enjoy this amazing journey. Miller smiled and patted Flory on the shoulder.

"I see, thank you very much for answering my questions, sorry, my mind is a little confused in front of me, you know, what happened in these thirty hours, I didn't even dream before, now you see, I'm on a submarine, a real submarine, sorry, I'm a little excited again." Flory waved his arms exaggeratedly, and as a result, he hit the wall on the side.

"It's all right, doctor, you'll get used to it soon, you take a rest here first, and someone will take you to your bed later." Miller patted Miller on the back, then stood up and walked out of the small cubicle.

Asking for a monthly pass, asking for a recommendation ticket, I feel much better today, thank you for your continued support of this book.

Thank you. (To be continued.) )