Ten 24-pounder guns and 12 16-pounder guns erupted in unison with the captain's roar, and the recoil of the guns sent the Shannon half a meter sideways. Despite the crew's preparations, someone fell. At the same time, large and small water jets splashed around the sea monster, which included various cannonballs and ice arrows from the air.

The dense column of water boosted the morale of the sailors, and they swept away the panic just now, and raised their arms one by one and cheered. Not far away, the Chesapeake was also infected by this enthusiasm, and people waved their arms and shouted to cheer for the Albians. For a moment, the loud cheers even drowned out the roar of artillery.

The exhilarating scene lasted only a moment, and it soon became clear that even though it was caught in the shells, even though a few columns of water were rising from its back, the sea monster of unknown entity was still moving forward, rushing straight towards the Shannon even more straight than the ruler had drawn a straight line.

Monster –

This word permeated everyone's minds, and even Tony, who was in charge of listening at the bottom of the ship and had no chance to see the fierce battle, ignored it. Compared with his stunned comrades, he had an extra layer of doubt: why, did he hear the sound of metal crashing?

No one was able to answer for him, and the captain's "Leave the rudder!" was overshadowed by the screams of the two ships, and the pressure of death weighed down the men who had been on the sea for decades.

Beautiful wife at home, lovely children, elderly parents. The Admiralty's mandate, the effort to achieve fame—a moment in life turned into a fragment of the image that quickly passed in front of you. Before he could realize that this was the so-called "marquee" phenomenon before the man died, the captain of the ship "crashed!" in the mournful voice, the dull impact of the bulkhead and keel being severed under the waterline of the ship spread to every corner of the ship, the captain and the helmsman were thrown out together, and the crew also fell to the ground.

The serrations were like a sharp scalpel, slicing the Shannon diagonally open, and the raging sea water poured in through the torn breach. The captain shouted the order "Abandon ship!" and the crew jumped into the icy dark ocean crying. Before they could all jump into the sea, an oil lamp fell onto the ammunition pile. The propellant was ignited in an instant. There was a loud bang. The entire bow of the ship was blown to pieces, along with the cannons in the cabin, and a dazzling fireball rose from the bow. The crew members who had gathered there to escape by jumping into the sea were all blown away, and several pieces of intestines and arms and thighs flew all the way to the deck of the Chesapeake. The remaining stern was lifted little by little until it was perpendicular to the sea. Spray water jets and mist on one side. A huge whirlpool rolled up on the side. Glide with the entire crew of the Shannon to the deep seabed of the Strait of La Manche.

The heavenly Manticol team circled around the sea in a desperate attempt to search for and salvage survivors. The people on board the Chesapeake were dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening in front of them. A cutting-edge warship of the world's strongest navy. It was smashed by a sea monster like a toy ship. It was more terrifying than all the nightmares they had ever experienced. The people were silent, looking at the jagged back, waiting for nightmares and death to come.

They had all heard the legend of the sea monster, and after seeing its ferocity and power, they were even more convinced of the authenticity of the legend that "no one can escape from its claws", except for a few people, everyone gave up the idea of escaping, some wept silently, some whispered the prayer before dying, and many more just stared blankly into the distance, their eyes cloudy.

At that moment, the Jagged Back dived underwater again, leaving behind a boatload of bewildered stowaways that silently disappeared into the depths of the ocean.

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In the darkness of the sea, a strange-looking object is diving fast.

That's not a living thing. Although the sleek shape of the fusiform is reminiscent of shellfish, the way the water jet propels it resembles that of a nautilus and an octopus. Although the body is shaped like a living being, it is made of steel, and its head is equipped with a zigzag angle of attack designed to destroy wood-hulled ships, and it is propelled forward by a mechanism that uses electromagnetic forces to jet water.

The Garfish submarine is the real name of the giant beast of the sea, unlike its predecessor of the U-shape, which relied on propeller propulsion and made a lot of noise when sailing. As a pioneer in the Defence Navy's quest for a way to sail at high speeds in silence, the Gar was the first to carry a magnetohydrodynamic thruster (MHD), which sucked in seawater from the bow intake, flowed into the pipeline through an electromagnetic coil, and accelerated the jet to the rear through the stern spout, thus propelling the submarine to sail.

Compared with the traditional propeller propulsion, this propulsion system does not need to be equipped with propeller blades, gear transmission mechanisms and shaft pumps and other components, which fundamentally eliminates the problems of vibration, noise, low efficiency conversion, space and weight due to mechanical mechanisms, so that the submarine can sail at high speed in extremely quiet conditions, and the theoretical maximum speed can reach an astonishing 150 knots, which can be described as an epoch-making product.

Crews are familiar with the significance of these advances as milestones in the history of submarine technology, but they are more aware of the improved working environment than they are about the technological advances. In the early days, the working environment of the U-boat was inhumane, the air in the cabin was muddy, full of oil, the food had a strong smell of engine oil, and the space was extremely cramped, and there was barely enough space in the boat to turn around. The crew's quarters were so cramped that even the captain could not have his own cabin. In the sweltering and high-pressure cabins, they often had to keep in touch with the same naked crew naked, showing their vulnerable parts in front of the buddies behind them, and because there was no bathroom, they didn't even have to pick up soap......

Without the mechanical mechanisms that compete for living space, the Gar was able to devote more space to improving the submarine's living environment, with an average living area of 2.8 square meters, which is still a gap from the Emperor's 4.3 square meters and the 3.2 square meters of the Defllinger class, but it is a leap forward from the days of working in the torpedo compartment in the sling, and is equipped with a rest room and shower room that other submariners dream of. Captains are also able to enjoy the single cabin, which is the most comfortable room on board with a single bed, writing desk, fold-out wardrobe and vanity.

But now the captain does not live in the captain's room, and even the captain himself does not sit in the captain's seat. The black-haired, red-eyed, forever 16-year-old man took a sip of salted coffee and said unhurriedly:

"Captain, how long will it take to reach Lizard Point?"

"Report! With the current sea conditions and speed, you can reach your destination in half an hour at most!"

"Oh, my captain, don't be so nervous, it's not good to keep our Albion friends waiting too long, but safety comes first, let it go. ”

"Yes, sir!"

Captain Crain puffed up his chest again, and walked up to the sonar chief with the most standard pace to keep an eye on the screen, Cornwall's Lizard Point channel was full of reefs, and if you were not careful, the brand new submarine would never be able to surface again. If there is a case, it is a great sin and shame that even if he is killed, it will be accompanied by his inheritance after his death, and he must personally watch it in order to ensure the safety of the voyage.

Let the captain do his own thing, and the dark-haired man raised the corners of his mouth towards the dark and deep sea on the main screen.

"Now that the sea lions have finally crossed the ocean and are about to land on land, here we are, friends of Albion?"

With a bohemian smile, canine teeth peeked out from between his lips. (To be continued......)