At 8 o'clock in the evening, Li Haiming was woken up in a daze, "Sir, it's time!" The sergeant major on board said to him from the dusk aisle.

"Oh, well! At a quarter speed, we are now up to periscope position! Li Haiming wiped the sweat on his neck with a towel, put on his coat and walked to the position of the command platform. Through the thin hull, you can hear the sound of water tumbling outside the hull.

The submarine began to slowly float and left the bottom of the sea.

"What's new?" He said to Luo Jiahui.

Luo Jiahui shrugged his shoulders, "Everything is normal, we don't know anything about the situation outside!" ”

"Fifteen meters, sir, fifteen meters." Cai Zhuowen said in the intercom.

"Sonar, how's it going out there?"

"Everything is normal, there should be no danger nearby, sir!"

"Well, go up to thirteen meters and raise the periscope!"

The barrel of the periscope was slowly rising, making a slight sliding sound, and finally stopped.

"Good, keep it deep!" Li Haiming was turning the periscope and observing the situation on the sea, "Very good, the lights are bright in the distance, the left rudder is 15, half the speed!" ”

"Start the diesel engine? Sir. ”

"Well, we'll talk about it later." Li Haiming said that the submarine is sailing with an electric motor, and the speed is only 5 knots. He watched the water closely, and several more accomplices also surfaced.

At this time, a telegram was received from the submarine command: "The attack is on the 2nd!" ”

In other words, the time for launching the attack was unified at two o'clock in the evening, and there were still several hours to go.

"How many batteries are left?"

"Three-quarters, sir!"

"Okay, let's move over little by little, get closer."

The submarine was slowly moving towards the brightly lit shores of St. Naze, and time was passing so slowly!

More than five hours had passed, and the submarine had moved to the surface of the sea, only eight kilometers from St. Nadze, and was not on the fairway, so it was not too worried about the patrol ships of the West Francians.

"Okay, start the diesel, let's surface!" Li Haiming looked at his watch, and it was now 1:45.

The gunner, Li Zhongping, took over the shooting periscope and corrected the direction of the target.

"Can you find your target?" Li Haiming stood on the bridge and asked as he looked at the lights in the distance with a telescope. The rocket artillery boxes on the deck of the submarine had been opened, and two 4×6-tube rocket launchers of 24 tubes had been raised, aimed in the direction of the dense lights.

"It's about that position, 310 degrees on the port side, about 8700 meters." Below, Li Zhongping carefully calculated against the ground.

"Okay, let's start with this parameter...... Ah, those guys are already dry! Li Haiming shouted, and at this time, a series of fires burst out on the sea surface about less than two nautical miles, and flew directly in the direction of the light, and the dark and dreary night sky was suddenly illuminated.

"Sir, you're on target!"

"Okay, let's start too!"

Sou! Whoosh!

With a peculiar whistling sound, a 280-millimeter long-range rocket flew into the night sky and flew towards St. Naze......

"Saint-Naze is being shelled!"

"Bordeaux is being shelled!"

"Rondon ......!"

"Portsmouth ......!"

Four cities on the East Coast have been hit in a row!

Explosive news spread through the radio waves almost immediately throughout West Francia and the whole world. For the West Francians, who think that they have the dangers of the ocean and their own safety is absolutely guaranteed, this is undoubtedly a slap in the face. It is believed that this night will no longer be a joy or laughter for the people of West Francia, and a haze of fear will always hang over their hearts.

Although the artillery bombardment of St. Naze by the Imperial Submarine Force had little success, causing only about 5,000 casualties and about 20,000 displaced by damaged homes. But the shelling hit the West Franks hard, especially the arrogance of the West Frankish decision-makers, led by Fauch.

It was clear that the Reich submarine forces had succeeded in this operation, and the Reichs had responded with shells to the West Frankish air raids on the Reich, reminding the West Francians that Europe was no longer a land of seclusion, and that if they dared to get involved in this war, they needed to be prepared to pay a heavy price for it.

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After receiving the news of the success of the air strike, the Admiralty first sent a congratulatory message to the submarine forces: "Well done! ”

"It can't be!" When Fauci received the news of the bombing of St. Naze, he was so surprised that he couldn't say a word for a long time, but he let the telegram fall from his hand to the floor with a sluggish expression.

After the bombing of the cities of St. Nadze and Bordeaux, the normal evening programmes of West Francian radio stations were interrupted in order to briefly announce the air raids on St. Nadze and other cities. Most of the people were stunned, but there was no panic, and people who ran out into the streets at night and did not know each other began to look at each other with a new kind of kinship.

National disasters transcend personal issues. The West Francians, who had quarreled over the war with China, ceased to quarrel in an instant. With the exception of a very small number of people, the 100 million West Franks seem to have made up their minds in an instant to meet this unprecedented general battle after the news of the bombing of the West Frankish cities.

But as they made up their minds, a fear echoed in their hearts that the Pacific Ocean, which they once regarded as a natural barrier, was no longer safe. The submarines of the Imperial people can appear in St. Naze this time, then they will also appear in other coastal cities, will the bombers of the Tang Empire also follow?

It seems that the newspapers about the deplorable situation after the bombing of Britain will soon be transformed into Paris, Bordeaux, Marseille, Langden, Antwerp, and other large cities of West Francia, and people have even seen these large cities reduced to ruins under the devastating bombing of Axis bombers.

It was in the midst of this fear, when ordinary West Francians volunteered to join the army to express their love for West Francia, that some of the wealthy left the cities of the West Coast and moved to the central or eastern regions. The impact of the bombing on West Francia was top-down, affecting all aspects of West Francia.

"Maybe we've done something unspeakably stupid!" At the prime minister's residence in Luoyang, after receiving the report, Li Jintang put down the newspaper in his hand and turned his eyes to the Imperial Square outside the window.

It's just that he doesn't regret his decision.

Just being beaten and not fighting back is not the style of Datang people.

The intelligence services brought bad news to the emperor: the West Franks were not "in a state of panic" after the shelling, as the newspapers say! Fear caused only a brief moment of confusion in West Francia after the shelling.

But the attack on the east coast of West Francia provoked the resentment of the West Franks, and now there was a craze for military enlistment throughout West Francia. More than 2.1 million people volunteered to join the army within three days of the attack, and the West Francian government sold 30 billion dinars of war bonds in the last two days, pushing the West Frankish population to another extreme.