On the sea, Chen Dao and Lu Teyansi were anxious, waiting for their carefully arranged killer move. It is recommended to read the novel for the first time

Fifteen meters below the surface of the sea, inside the submarine U-43, Captain Wolfgang. Captain Rutte was equally anxious.

The Prince of Wales and the battleships Nelson have two pieces of fat in front of them, which one to eat first? This is a question that must be considered.

Captain Rutte turned the brim of his hat to the back of his head and leaned in front of the periscope, turning the periscope lens, his gaze moving between the Prince of Wales and the Nelson.

Time is pressing, we can't hesitate any longer, and if we hesitate any longer, the fat will definitely be snatched away by other sea wolves, and the patience of the generals will definitely be exhausted in the surface ship forces.

The battleship Nelson, it's you, Captain Rutte quickly zeroed in on the Nelson.

The Prince of Wales has been badly damaged, the hull has tilted to the right, its speed and combat effectiveness have been sharply reduced, and there is no need to worry that it will escape from the pursuit.

The Nelson looked very fit and arrogant, and it seemed that it was trying to cover the Prince of Wales.

What's more, the battleship, named after Admiral Nelson of the British Royal Navy, is likely to be the flagship of this fleet.

Captain Rutte quickly flipped through the ship's manual and turned to the page of the battleship Nelson.

The battleship Nelson had a full load displacement of 38,000 tons, a main armor belt of 356-330 mm, an armored compartment of 305-102 mm, and a hull length of 216 meters.

Nine 16-inch, 406 mm metric guns give it great destructive power.

"Strong protection, great firepower, alas, the deterrence against the U-43 is equal to zero, without sonar as eyes, you can't see me. In front of me, your deterrent power is not as good as a destroyer of more than a thousand tons. Captain Rutte sighed confidently.

Compared to the massive hull, 45,000 horsepower was slightly insufficient, and could only provide Nelson with a maximum speed of 23 knots, making it slightly bulky.

Captain Rutte threw away the manual. Lying back in front of the periscope, he quickly reported a set of parameters.

"The Nelson is at a distance of 2,100 meters, has a course of 195 degrees, and has a speed of 21 knots. Azimuth 62, doing an S-shaped maneuver. ”

Captain Wolf quickly recorded Nelson's position and parameters on a chart, which was then calculated on the chart with a compass and ruler.

"It's going to turn around this corner, and it's going to turn to the left, and then it's going to run two or three kilometers in a straight line. This distance is our chance. Captain Rutte said.

"I'll calculate a suitable launch right away, and I'm sure I'll hit it in one round." Wolf tugged at the beard on his chin with his left hand, and quickly counted on the straw paper with his right hand.

"Four salvos, you have to cripple it in one round, slow it down, and if the hull can tilt to the left it would be great." Captain Rutte said excitedly.

"Then speed up, I'm sure the U-38 and U-57 must be staring at Nelson as well, and if we're too slow, we'll have to vent our anger with the wreckage of the Nelson." Wolf said as he handed over the heading parameters and bearing to Captain Rutte.

Captain Rutte glanced at the parameters on the paper, and then ordered: "Put away the periscope." The shallow water depth was raised to twelve meters, the left rudder was twenty degrees, and it was moving at full speed. The torpedo room was ordered to prepare four salvos, with a type G7A torpedo, and the speed was adjusted to the maximum. ”

The co-captain and the communications corps quickly conveyed Captain Rutte's orders.

"Won't the British be frightened with the G7A?" Wolf teased with a wink of his small, narrow eyes.

"Actually, I just see that the speed of the G7A is relatively fast, after all, we are dealing with warships, not slow merchant ships.

But you reminded me that even if we don't hit, with the style of the G7A, we will scare the British into a cold sweat. so that they cannot concentrate on the battle. Captain Rutte said with a smile.

Wolf raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips into a wicked smile to show that he understood his thoughts.

The Type G7A torpedo was a steam torpedo with a maximum speed of 44 knots. Fourteen knots faster than another torpedo type G7E equipped on the submarine.

The biggest flaw of this torpedo is the large number of bubbles that will be generated during the voyage, forming a clear wake that can be easily detected by the enemy.

Captain Rutte was referring to the wake of the G7A torpedo.

The U-43 submarine was moving underwater at a maximum speed of seven knots to the launch position, and Wolf squinted his eyes and kept checking the parameters of the various instruments on the console.

"There are two minutes to get to the launch position, don't worry, the Nelson can't run away." Wolf said.

"I'm not afraid it's going to run away. I'm afraid that others will get ahead of us. I know only that there are U-38s and U-57s ambushed here, and I don't know how many hunters don't know? The exact number is probably known only to General Dönitz. Captain Rutte said.

"Are you worried about hitting other submarines? This probability is as small as hitting a destroyer of the British, infinitely close to zero. Wolf continued to tease.

"Hmph, you dare to say that you know that the British destroyers have all been killed."

The deputy captain suddenly said: "A report from the torpedo room has been sent that the torpedo is ready. ”

Captain Rutte nodded in satisfaction, and then admonished: "Use the trigger fuse, not the magnetic induction fuse." ”

The co-captain smiled and said, "I've already said hello." ”

Captain Rutte cast a grateful look at the co-captain.

In the battle of Norway, because of the problem with the magnetic induction fuse of the torpedoes, a large number of torpedoes hit the enemy ships but did not explode, turning into duds that killed people and did not pay for their lives.

Two minutes passed, and the U-43 submarine drew a graceful arc under the surface of the water and entered the ambush position.

The engine was reduced to its lowest speed, and the narrow hull slowly slowed down under the resistance of the seawater, and finally hovered in the water.

The periscope's lens burst through the water, and it took less than half a turn to re-lock the Nelson.

It is really arrogant enough, in the past few minutes, I don't know how many cannons have been fired, and I don't know if there are any brothers of surface ships who have been poisoned by it.

Captain Rutte could clearly see that the massive hull of the Nelson was surrounded by columns of water, and he was riding the wind and waves to rush directly in front of the bow of the U-43.

The triple gun spewed out gray-black smoke and flames.

"The enemy ship is at a bearing of 80, a speed of 21 knots, a distance of 1200 meters, launches." Captain Rutte quickly reported the Nelson's parameters, which were quickly transmitted to the torpedo room via a microphone.

The torpedo man quickly adjusted the gauge according to the parameters at the command of the torpedo chief.

The lid of the torpedo port is raised, and seawater is poured into the torpedo tube, spitting out several strings of bubbles that grow from small to large.

Two torpedoes burst out of the launch tubes, paused for a few seconds in the seawater, as if to find their way, and then spouted a string of bubbles and sped away.

Two more torpedoes burst out of the launch port with a clenched bite on the brother's tail and rushed to the Nelson along the path opened by the brother.

Captain Rutte soon saw the trajectory of torpedoes on the surface of the sea, first two, then four.

Captain Rutte turned the periscope, constantly turning between the Nelson and the four silver-white torpedo tracks, muttering, "Hit it, hit it"

The eyes of Wolf and the others were fixed on Captain Rutte, waiting for him to send back the good news of the torpedo hit

On the sea, in the bridge of the Nelson, Somerville's eyes stared nervously at the sea in the distance, and his mind kept calculating the progress of the battle situation and calculating the comparison of the forces of the two sides.

The body involuntarily swung to the right front, and Somerville hurriedly pressed on the windowsill to stabilize himself, and then saw the heavy bow of the Nelson make a sharp turn and rush to the left front.

It was a headache that the guy who had taken two thumps from the Nelson ran to the back and used his comrades as shields, like the Prince of Wales, so that he had to change his target.

"Ask Captain Richie, how is the damage management of the Prince of Wales doing? And whether the failure of the main gun in the bow of the ship has been ruled out, and whether it can continue to participate in the battle? Somerville picked up the phone and dialed into the communications room.

Now that the war is deadlocked, the Prince of Wales must be fully involved in the battle to open the situation.

Without waiting for an answer from the communications room, Somerville heard a heart-rending shout.

"Torpedo, torpedo found on the port side, emergency evasion."

Somerville subconsciously looked over the starboard side of the battleship, but saw nothing, and then suddenly woke up to the torpedo alarm coming from the port side.

He hurriedly turned to look at the port side, and vaguely saw four silver-white tracks approaching on the sea.

Somerville recognized it at a glance as the iconic trajectory of a steam torpedo.

Four torpedoes! Who launched it? How could it come from the port side? Somerville was sweating profusely.

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There is also a chapter in the evening, around eleven o'clock.

In yesterday's chapter, I wrote that the Nelson had stern guns, but I made a mistake.

Its nine main guns are in the bow of the ship, I have corrected it, thanks for the reminder. (To be continued.) )