A blinding golden light pierced the deep night, extending to the end of what it could illuminate; The German aircraft carrier Blucher was immediately enveloped in it, and its tall freeboard and wide beveled deck looked particularly magnificent and majestic. With the help of the afterglow of the searchlight, the Italians can also see the figure of the Zeppelin-class heavy aircraft carrier not far away, the huge body like a floating island mountain slowly sailing through the vast sea, like a prehistoric behemoth.

"It is said that our Aquila-class fleet carrier was built on the basis of this kind of carrier of the Germans. Even the flight deck, which extends to the port side, has followed. The Italian captain looked at the German aircraft carrier with bulwarks like high-rise hills in his field of vision, and his expression couldn't help but reveal a bit of admiration and emotion. Although the German navy was brutally restricted by the Treaty of Versailles after the world war, and was brutally treated in all key areas, the spark of wisdom they created and studied became more enthusiastic and brilliant under the pressure of the outside world. As the Royal Italian Navy with an extremely glorious history of warship design, all today's warships are all referenced from Germany, and the achievements of the other side in the naval field are simply shocking!

On the sea hundreds of meters away, Fang Yan looked dumbfounded at the Italian oil tanker that suddenly turned on its navigation lights; After a brief moment of shock and horror, a strong sense of anxiety and anger ensued in his heart. Even at night, the view of the sea is far less open than during the day, but no commander would go crazy and deliberately do such a stupid thing to expose himself. If it weren't for the fact that the Italian ship had just refueled a German destroyer, Fang Yan would have even suspected that it had defected to the British: now the light can be seen on the sea with a radius of 20 kilometers as soon as the navigation lights shine!

"Damn it, turn off the lights for those Italians who only have macaroni in their brains!" Bomay's roar suddenly resounded through the command room. His eyes flashed sharply, and he said loudly: "Order the Z17 destroyer to send a team of armed sailors to board the oil tanker, exercise full control over its radio, power, pump and other key equipment, and strictly interrogate the personnel on board." I very much doubt that they could be bought by the British. ”

Seeing the figure of the adjutant running in a hurry, Bo Mei's face was full of anger. He slammed the bulkhead beside him, and his gaze was full of gloom as he cast his gaze at the Italian tanker not far away. Italians are unreliable guys, and they always do strange things in some places. Feeling the commander's negative emotions, Fang Yan also felt a little frustrated in his heart. I only made a package ticket for the other party's quality during the day, but in a blink of an eye, there was such a mistake; He could only hope for the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean to keep the nearby waters free of British and French ships.

Five minutes later, the Z17 destroyer, which was being reloaded, finished interpreting the light signal sent from the Zeppelin. There was a sudden rush on board, and more than two dozen armed sailors were urgently assembled and sailed to the Italian oil tanker in a transport boat. At the same time, the signal was again lit on the German destroyer. In extremely harsh terms, the opposing side was demanded to immediately turn off the navigation lights and submit to the inspection and control of the German sailors.

"Mr. Officer, what are you doing here? Damn it, you are treacherously attacking the merciful farmer like vipers! Let all of you disappear from my ship, or I will take you all to court-martialed for coercing the Allies!" Faced with the sudden arrival of the Germans and the completely unexpected and sharp turn of face, the Italian captain was furious, pointed at the other man's nose and cursed. However, soon. His shouting came to an abrupt halt as the muzzle of a black hole hit his forehead with lightning speed.

"Dear Captain, based on your behavior of locking on to the German aircraft carrier with your navigation lights. We believe that the personnel on board your ship are suspected of being espionage, and we ask that you cooperate with us. The grim-faced German officer did not say anything, and directly beckoned his men to take control of all the important compartments of the tanker. At this time, the Italian captain realized that he had committed a taboo in war because of curiosity, and hurriedly explained to the other party like a cannon. However, the meticulous German officers were not at all moved. He has decided to fully fulfill the mission assigned to him by his superiors.

The waves swayed and the night breeze murmured. Under the deep starry sky, a slender and narrow submarine is slowly sailing on the water. She has a short, flat conning tower. Its overall exterior style was very different from that of the German Navy's Type VII submarines; And at this moment, the person who was observing the water situation on the conning tower was a British officer wearing a boat-shaped hat!

"Captain, I just saw the light of the navigation lights in the northwest direction." The British second lieutenant climbed back into the fighting compartment from a high place, and everyone was greeted by a beautiful face full of sunshine and sharpness; It was none other than Navigator Buren, who narrowly escaped the battle of Scapa Bay on September 3. Because the British Navy had sunk too many ships in that battle, there were no more ships to drive the officers and men, so the recovered Burren was incorporated into the submarine force and became the navigator of the newly commissioned submarine "Taku". Bren did not show frustration or frustration at moving from a steamer to a dreary submarine in the hot sea breeze, and in his heart, as long as he could continue to go to sea to fight for the Royal Navy, it was his greatest pursuit.

"It must be one of our merchant ships. If it was a German warship, how could a group of strict and rigid Hans violate the light control? Green, a tall and thin torpedo officer, spoke, unfazed by his friend's words. Looking at the stubborn eyes of the person in front of him, Green couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart. Since the tragedy of Scapa Bay, Bren's cheerful and optimistic personality has added a stubbornness and stubbornness: after only two days in the hospital, he can't wait to apply to be reinstated, and his only purpose is to take revenge on the Germans. During the nearly ten days of his voyage, Brun insisted on scouting the sea at night, and although Green could not stand his masochistic behavior and repeatedly admonished him, he did not waver.

There was a glint in Brun's bloodshot eyes, and he shook his head, "But our ships won't sail with their lights on at night." The news of the heavy damage of several merchant ships in a row has spread in the Atlantic, unless anyone really wants to see God in advance, no matter how difficult it is, they will not risk their lives again. And even the ships of neutral countries would not want to go into the extra trouble of being boarded and inspected by the Germans. So I think it's important for us to take a look. ”

"Second Lieutenant Bren, you will command the voyage." The captain, who was over forty years old, said slowly. His expression gradually turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "But after this time." I hope you can calm down and stop making any more senseless moves. Everyone wanted to teach the Germans a lesson, but it was hard to get the real results out of being as brutal as a bison. ”

"Yes, sir." Bren gritted his teeth and nodded. For his choice, Bren has never regretted it; Those excellent sailors in Scapa Bay should not die in vain, as long as there is the slightest opportunity, he will do his best to wash away the shame of that defeat for them and the entire Royal Navy!

With the low-power operation of diesel engines, large submarines with a displacement of 1070 tons turned a slightly clumsy arc on the sea surface; Bren carefully set the course of his advance, and with seven points of determination and three points of trepidation, he directed the submarine into the distance. The middle-aged captain was right, and Brun's action was indeed more impulsive than reasonable: since the lights on the sea had disappeared by this time, the British submarine could only roughly determine its position, speed, and course by the faint light it had seen before, and this error would certainly greatly affect the tracking of the British submarine. In the event of a marked deviation in Bren's judgment, which is very common at night when visibility is extremely poor, the interception route chosen by the British submarine would also be a far cry. By the time the British submarine arrived at the predetermined position, the target was not near at all, and where to find it on the reckless ocean?

Although Britain has top capabilities in aero engines, armor metallurgy and other fields, they are far behind their German counterparts across the sea in sonar. The sonar of British submarines was simply not capable of listening to the voice at long distances, so in night battles they could only rely on the naked eye to act.

In the silent waiting, an hour passed quietly. Because of the closed nature of the submarine, the sailors at various posts were not bored, but Green sighed to himself that his friend's hopeful operation would almost certainly fail. Green was not surprised by this result, and he now only hoped that the other party would be able to polish away the stubborn edges and corners, as the captain had said, and turn from impulsiveness to calm and sanity.

"Noise signal from the propeller detected, the target is around 11 o'clock!" An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the quiet fighting compartment. Bren, who had his eyes in front of the periscope, lifted his spirits and let the submarine lean in that direction. After nearly ten minutes, the sound of machinery on the surface of the sea became louder and louder. At this time, there was no need for the sonar soldier to warn, and everyone inside the submarine had already heard a subtle humming sound.

"God, that's a German warship!" Bren suddenly exclaimed. Green's eyes widened in disbelief. The quicker captain, who was frightened and reflexed, snatched control of Bren's periscope with a single lunge, and a moment later a flash of ecstatic excitement bloomed across his face. (To be continued.) )