In spring, the weather in the North Atlantic changes like a child's face. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

In the morning, the sky was clear, at noon it was sunny and cloudy, and in the evening, it was already stormy.

As a veteran captain with twenty-five years of sailing experience, Bill Murphy. Turner has long been accustomed to the dramatic changes in the weather, but this time was an exception.

Captain Turner was smoking a pipe, his face as gloomy as the sky outside the bridge.

The 8,000-ton body of the Giant was thrown to the top of the waves, and then it fell sharply to the bottom, and even Captain Turner's heart followed it.

Huge waves crashed on the hull, deck, and even the bridge of the Giant, and then crashed into pieces and turned into countless droplets hanging on every corner of the hull.

Through the thick glass, Captain Turner could still feel a chill in his face and through his heart.

Captain William's son, trainee Captain William. Turner could clearly feel the uneasiness emanating from his father.

Little Turner knew that Daddy's uneasiness came from the warning telegram.

The German Navy's battle cruisers Scharnhorst and Gneisenau, as well as the main Italian navy, had entered the Atlantic, and the Atlantic seas, which had been dominated by the British Royal Navy, were no longer safe, and the eight destroyers around could no longer guarantee the safety of the sixteen merchant ships in the BP-264 fleet.

As for the bottom of the sea, it was already the sphere of influence of the murderous submarine forces of the German Navy, which had long been out of the control of the British Royal Navy.

"This war is more dangerous than the last one, and I'm afraid it will take longer, I don't know how long it will take? I wonder how many young people like you will die on the battlefield? I hope you're not one of them. Captain Turner said, staring at his son.

Unlike old Turner, the young and vigorous Captain Turner Jr.'s rounded chin was raised high, and his handsome face was full of disapproval.

"If we can defeat the Germans once, we can defeat them a second time, and the British Empire, especially the Royal Navy, is invincible."

Old Captain Turner was unimpressed by his son's rhetoric, and instead stared at the lightning and thunder outside. There was a look of memory in his eyes, and there was a hint of fear in the middle.

"Even if we can win this war, we will pay a heavy toll, just like the last war. That war destroyed almost an entire generation of young people in Britain. ”

"Do you think about your painful experience again? With those destroyers escorting, the German submarines did not dare to approach us, and if they dared to approach us, then the Atlantic would be their graveyard. Captain Turner Jr. was still unimpressed.

"It's a blessing to someone who hasn't experienced war, you don't know how terrible war is. I'm telling you, there may be a submarine following our fleet right now, waiting for an opportunity to sneak up on us, or summoning its accomplices. Eight destroyers can block submarines, can they also block battleships? Captain Old Turner said.

"The Royal Navy's fleet is definitely now on"

A huge wave hit, and the hull of the Giant jerked violently, and Captain Turner Jr. fell on his back with a sway.

A large hand grabbed Captain Turner Jr. by the hem and steadied him.

It was Captain Old Turner who made the shot.

Captain Turner Jr. saw that Daddy was still standing upright, and a blush flashed across his face.

"The wave just now was too big, and I was accidentally thrown out."

"It's not early. Go and rest. Old Captain Turner did not seem to hear that his son was making excuses to cover up, and admonished with concern.

Sending away his beloved little Turner, old Captain Turner stared at the darkness of the sea and sky outside the window, as well as the thunder dragon that flashed from time to time, and muttered to himself at the corner of his mouth: "It's too similar, it's too similar to that encounter." ”

The bad weather evoked some of the painful memories that Captain Sr. Turner had buried in his heart, and the commander of the fleet, Lieutenant Commander Ackerman, was equally frightened on the destroyer, the flagship of the escort fleet.

The uneasiness in Lieutenant Colonel Ackerman's mind came from the communications room and the radar room.

First, a radio wave was intercepted in the communications room.

This radio signal is extremely strong, and it seems to be coming from nearby.

A moment later, a message came from the radar room. Radar detected the presence of a ship signal in the rear of the fleet.

It was clear that its own BP-264 escort fleet was being targeted by Axis submarines, and the radio waves just now must have been calling for its companions.

Lieutenant Colonel Ackerman looked back at the walls of the cabin, his dark gaze as if he could penetrate the walls and the darkness of the night. Straight to that ill-intentioned submarine.

"Order the fleet to speed up en masse, get to Sanshero Harbor as soon as possible, and find a way to get rid of that pesky guy." Lieutenant Colonel Ackerman said.

The BP-264 convoy battled the storm for most of the night, and finally ushered in a gentle drizzle, and when it was dawn, they saw the long-awaited sunny day.

The crews of sixteen merchant ships took to the deck. Inspect every nook and cranny of the ship while relaxing your body that has been devastated all night.

The eight destroyers did not dare to relax in the slightest, they were not unwitting merchant ships, they knew full well that they were followed by a submarine that was eyeing each other, and they did not know how many enemy submarines and warships were coming.

The submarine was cunning and patient, it always kept a distance of seven or eight nautical miles, followed the BP-264 convoy from a distance, and kept an eye on it intently, without recklessly attacking.

A day passed quickly, the sun had just sunset at sea level, and the faint night had just covered the sea, and the periscopes of the two submarines appeared on the sea surface one after another, quietly observing the BP-264 escort fleet heading north from the east and west.

The two submarines were the German Navy's U-111 submarine and the Italian Navy's Humberto. USS Carney submarine.

The German Navy submarine U-69 was following behind the BP-264 convoy, and after informing the commander of the German submarine force, Dönitz, of the British fleet, Dönitz immediately ordered the U-111 submarine patrolling the same area to quickly intercept it.

Dönitz did not forget to send the information to the Italian Navy, and the submarine Carney, the closest to the BP-264 fleet, was immediately sent to the target area.

The first to attack was the USS Carney, whose periscope slowly followed the ships of the enemy fleet, keeping an eye on several merchant ships at the tail of the enemy fleet, and the captain, Captain Garibaldi, could not wait to give the order to fight.

The Carney quickly cut into the combat course, and the torpedo compartment soon received an answer that the torpedo was ready.

The target is getting closer and closer, and Captain Garibaldi waits patiently, and the 1200-meter, 1000-meter, 800-meter submarine quietly approaches the target.

"Torpedoes. Launch. "Captain Garibaldi gave the order to attack.

Two torpedoes whizzed out of the bow embrato, and rushed towards the BP-264 convoy with a trajectory of death.

A loud rumbling bang was heard, and a torpedo hit the target, and the skyrocketing fire reflected the sea red.

The other side of the BP-264 convoy. The U-111 submarine also fired four torpedoes in succession, accurately hitting two merchant ships.

The explosion of the torpedo caused panic among the surviving merchant ships and also detonated the anger of the escorting destroyers.

The destroyer, which had been searching anxiously for a day, reacted quickly, quickly turning its bow and rushing towards the two submarines.

Captain Garibaldi was proudly admiring the fire and smoke on the surface of the sea, when he suddenly saw two destroyers rushing towards him in the periscope. He panicked. Hurriedly retracting the periscope, ordered the submarine to urgently dive to avoid the tracking of enemy ships.

However, the USS Carney has been firmly locked by the murderous destroyer.

The sonar detected the Carney's location, and the depth charge popped into the water, and a rumbling explosion rang out, and a series of huge white columns of water rose into the air.

The Carney's hull shook violently in the explosion, and the crew remained motionless as if they had been reduced to sculptures, except for the sound of an explosion that echoed within the submarine.

"Bang, poof" There was a strange sound, and a trachea could not withstand the violent vibration and broke open. White gas erupted.

"Oops! Float up immediately. Captain Garibaldi gave the order in a panic.

It was really unlucky, I wanted to fight side by side with the Germans and earn some honor for the Italian Navy, but I didn't expect to end up like this.

Sooner or later, you'll be sunk, and it's better to be a prisoner than to suffocate in a submarine or be blown to pieces by depth charges.

The adjutant was informed that a white flag was quickly prepared, and Captain Garibaldi immediately began to prepare his speech.

The British destroyer did not give Captain Garibaldi a chance to show his English, and the submarine Carney had just surfaced, and what awaited Garibaldi and all the crew was a fatal kiss.

The destroyer USS Viscount circled around and rushed to the Carney's hiding place, ready to drop depth charges again, when a submarine suddenly burst out of the choppy waters.

Can't dodge. The destroyer Viscount slammed into the submarine Carney, and the sharp bow pushed the Carney sideways seventeen or eighteen meters away, and then cut it in two.

The sea poured into two sections of the hull from the breach, and swept the hull into the bottom of the sea along with the crew inside.

The other side of the battlefield. The U-111 ended much better, as a barrage of depth charges forced it out of the water and forced the entire crew to surrender.

After escorting all the captives to the surviving merchant ships, Lieutenant Commander Ackerman immediately ordered the firing to be fired, and the 120-mm guns in the bow of the destroyer Fighter spewed flames, and three armor-piercing shells cut three large holes in the starboard waterline of the U-111 submarine.

When the BP-264 convoy set sail again. The hull of the submarine U-111 disappeared into the sea.

"Hey, German, how does it feel to be beaten?"

On the deck of the Giant cruise ship, Captain Turner Jr. stood in front of more than forty German prisoners, his chin raised high, looking unusually noble and unusually cold.

Under the light, the bearded and spirited German prisoners appeared unusually calm, and they just looked at the high-spirited little Captain Turner with confused eyes, and said nothing.

Captain Turner Jr. teased the German crew for a long time, when he suddenly heard Daddy's voice behind him.

"What are you doing there? How many of them do you think will be able to understand your meaningless language, hurry back to the cabin, arrange a cabin for his mothers, and have dinner? ”

"These lewd guys sank three of our merchant ships, my best friend Jack was interning on the Elizabeth, and I still don't know if he survived? Thankfully, I don't have a gun with me now, otherwise I would have given them a bullet and kicked their bodies into the sea. Captain Turner Jr. said through gritted teeth.

"Think about how the Germans treated our captives well, and if you can't complete the task I gave you, or if you don't do it well, I'll write a bad review on your internship grades." Old Captain Turner said coldly.

Captain Turner Jr. and Daddy stared at each other viciously for a few seconds, and then carried out the order.

Among the German prisoners, the German captain at the head stared at the back of Captain Turner Jr., and an English word popped out of the corner of his mouth.

"Idiot."

It was another night full of tension and anxiety.

Captain Turner Jr. fears for the safety of his friend Jack, has he escaped from the sunken Elizabeth?

Captain Old Turner was worried about what fate awaited his fleet for the remaining two-thirds of the journey, and the remaining one-third of the voyage. He had a hunch that this battle would definitely not be the only one experienced by the BP-264 fleet.

On the destroyer USS Grappler, despite a modest victory, Lieutenant Commander Ackerman was still frowning, as the shadow of the BP-264 fleet had not yet dissipated.

The submarine did not participate in the evening attack, and the radar crew of the Fighter still monitored the submarine's tracks from time to time in the radar room.

Lieutenant Commander Ackerman could not bear it anymore and gave the order to attack, and the three destroyers took turns to pounce on the submarines at the rear of the flotilla to encircle and suppress them, and the explosion of depth charges rang intermittently all night, but nothing was found.

Shortly after the British destroyer returned to the fleet, the signal of that submarine appeared on the radar screen again.

Could that submarine be a cockroach? Three destroyers surrounded and suppressed together, wasting so many depth charges that they hadn't even killed it.

Thinking that the haunting submarine would call on the main fleet of the Axis powers at any time, and the BP-264 fleet was in danger, Lieutenant Commander Ackerman finally made up his mind to ask for help from the home fleet.

Lieutenant Colonel Ackerman's intelligence was quickly replied to.

"Go to Anglo Heroísmo and stop there, and the Royal Navy will send a fleet to pick you up and escort your fleet home."

Lieutenant Colonel Ackerman breathed a sigh of relief

At 10 a.m. on April 17, the BP-264 flotilla docked at Porto Sangra Sangra, located in the center of the Atlantic Ocean and in the middle of the Azores.

After some contact, Lieutenant Colonel Ackerman received two telegrams.

The first telegram brought good news, a fleet of battlecruisers Prestige and Hood was speeding towards Angra Sansseemo, expected to arrive at about one o'clock in the afternoon.

The second telegram brought with it an order that could not be evaluated as good or bad.

Ackerman stared at the second telegram four times, a confident smile on his lips.

This is the style of the Royal Navy of the British Empire

In the waters southeast of Angra Sansígi, the submarine U-69 is floating on the surface of the water, and on the conning tower, two observers are monitoring the sea near Anshamo Sansímito from afar.

A naval lieutenant climbed out of the conning tower and handed a telegram to the captain on the conning tower.

"The Scharnhorst and Gneisenau are approaching and are expected to arrive around one o'clock in the afternoon, and the command has asked us to continue to monitor the movements of this British fleet and wait for reinforcements to arrive." (To be continued.) )