"Left rudder 35, full speed ahead."

The roar of the captain of the USS Nelson rang out from inside the bridge, nearly bursting Somerville's eardrums.

"The anti-aircraft gunners fire, and they must block some turbidity torpedoes."

The captain's roar rang out one after another.

Under the domination of survival** and the intimidation of death, the crew of the Nelson carried out two orders without thinking.

The bow of the Nelson made another sharp turn and made a U-turn to port.

The speed of twenty-one knots and the enormous inertia brought about by the weight of nearly 40,000 tons are unstoppable.

The Nelson's hull jerked to port and starboard high, and the crew in the cabin and on deck were caught off guard and stumbled.

Knowing that a torpedo was coming, the crew just tried desperately to stabilize their body so that they would not fall worse.

The crew members who did not know the truth broke their noses and swollen faces and cursed, and all kinds of swear words suddenly flew in the cabin.

The second order was completely superfluous, the anti-aircraft gunners on the port side did not need an order, and the fear commanded them to lower their muzzles and fire wildly at the incoming torpedoes, and white water columns quickly appeared on the sea, and countless white water columns formed a wall of water to stop in front of the trajectory of the torpedo.

However, the sharp turn ruined the efforts of the gunners, and in order not to be thrown out, they had to grab the pontifical position to ensure their balance.

The muzzle pointing was also violently disturbed, and the gunners, who insisted on firing, had to exert all their strength to stabilize the trajectory.

Despite Nelson's best efforts, Somerville's face was still covered with beads of sweat and a confident smile on his face.

There were submarines of the Germans in submarine B.

There were no German ships on the port side. Some were only wounded Prince of Wales, and the only ones who could fire torpedoes in this direction were German submarines.

An ominous premonition welled up in Somerville's mind that the submarine had happened to be here. It was still premeditated.

Thinking of the previous naval battle, the Germans went against common sense and wasted the strength of two heavy cruisers to encircle and suppress their own destroyers, and the balance in Somerville's mind gradually tilted towards the latter possibility

In a flash of light, four torpedoes complete their final journey of life.

Two torpedoes passed behind the stern of the Nelson, and the nearest orbiter was less than fifty metres from the stern.

A torpedo was destroyed by the anti-aircraft gunners of Jing Grab in the sea less than 200 meters near the port side.

The fourth torpedo, with all the hope of the U-43 submarine, rushed into the blind spot of the British anti-aircraft guns. In front of countless twisted faces, he hit the port side of the Nelson.

The firelight rose into the air with white waves against the steel plate on the port side.

Violent concussions and piercing explosions came from behind the bridge, and the rapid telephone rang violently.

Somerville overhears the captain's call.

"The engine room suffered a slight malfunction during the shock. They are rushing to repair and cannot move at full speed. ”

"How's the casualty?" Somerville asked.

He was answered by a loud explosion, and through the bridge window, the familiar column of water once again surrounded the Nelson.

The German High Seas Fleet reminded Somerville with shells. They were the real enemies of the Nelson.

There are submarines under the surface of the sea that shoot black guns. There were German warships on the sea facing each other, and this kind of battle could not be fought, and if it continued to fight, it would only be completely annihilated.

"Retreat, retreat all, immediately release the smoke and retreat, it's now." Somerville gave the order in no uncertain terms.

"The Prince of Wales, it was also shot." Frightened voices sounded again inside the bridge.

Somerville hurriedly looked at the Prince of Wales and saw two huge jets of water coming from the middle and tail of the Prince of Wales.

Two torpedoes. The power of 640 kilograms of high-explosive explosives caused a hurricane on the surface of the sea, and the Prince of Wales snapped its tail sharply. The hull of the ship, which had been tilting slightly to the right front, was instantly straightened, and then it fell heavily to the surface of the sea, as if it had been bounced by an invisible spring.

Torpedo, torpedo again!

Those two torpedoes dealt a heavy blow to the Prince of Wales and shattered all of Somerville's luck.

The Prince of Wales and the Nelson were standing nearly vertically, and in such a short period of time, it was impossible for either submarine to attack two battleships in quick succession.

There is only one answer, there is not only one submarine here, and the appearance of these submarines here is not accidental, it is a trap, a trap, a killing ground carefully prepared for the royal fox.

The sudden torpedo quickly validated Somerville's judgment.

"Torpedoes were found on the starboard side, four, nine hundred yards away."

The massive hull of the Nelson made another sharp turn, but this time to the right, and two sharp turns in quick succession made the Nelson look like an overdrunk man, staggering along the surface of the sea, looking extremely comical.

The starboard guns roared, and the starboard anti-aircraft gunners were also caught in the frenzy of their portboard counterparts, and the dense muzzles of the 20-mm and 40-mm anti-aircraft guns were pointed at the water, and the ping-pong strafing continued.

The sound of popping beans came across the bridge and struck at Somerville's heart.

This angle was definitely done by the third submarine, and Somerville's heart swung as well as his body, almost rushing out of his throat.

There are already three submarines attacking, will there be a fourth and fifth, or even more?

Under the surface of the sea, there was another ridicule in the command room of the U-43 submarine, and the cheers spread from here to every corner of the submarine, and from every corner of the submarine back to the command room.

"The Nelson has slowed down, only fifteen knots, and our previous attack has worked." Captain Rutte said excitedly.

"Where is our next firing position?" Helium Wolf's face was just as excited.

"The angle of its position between it and us is very poor now, and it is very inefficient to pursue it, so it is still left to the surface ship forces to do it, oh, it is releasing a smoke screen, a meaningless act, at its current speed of fifteen knots, it will not be able to escape the pursuit of the high seas fleet at all."

Captain Rutte said as he turned his periscope to the Prince of Wales, the hull of the new warship was tilted to the right at this time, and thick black smoke was coming out of the stern, and it was obvious that it would not last long.

Captain Rutte immediately shouted loudly: "The left rudder turns fifteen degrees, and the aft torpedo room is ready." ”

A few minutes later, a G7A torpedo emerged from the only firing tube in the stern and swooped down on the Prince of Wales.

In less than a minute, Captain Rutte could clearly see a dazzling white wave of water erupting from below the stern main gun of the Prince of Wales.

The torpedo exploded in the connection of three or four compartments under the stern main gun of the Prince of Wales, and the 320-kilogram high-explosive charge tore a large hole in the hull ten meters long and five or six meters wide, the thin anti-torpedo compartment was useless, and the watertight mediastinum on the inner side was blown up.

Tons of seawater poured into the aft turret ammunition depot and the adjacent engine room of the First Steamer, and the squeaky and clangling of machinery rang out from the cabin.

The failure of the engine room and the influx of seawater slowed down the Prince of Wales, which looked like a snail crawling slowly on the surface of the sea.

The bow of the ship, which had been slightly inclined into the sea, slowly lifted up, and the stern behind the starboard side of the stern slowly sank into the sea.

The lifeboat crackled and was thrown into the water, and the surviving crew jumped into the sea one by one, then swam desperately to the lifeboat.

Not satisfied with the speed with which the Prince of Wales was sinking, Captain Rutte mercilessly mended the sword.

Another G7A torpedo burst out of the submarine and rushed towards the Prince of Wales under the water, but it was too late.

Two torpedoes from another submarine preemptively hit the port side stern of the Prince of Wales, mercilessly tearing open two huge wounds and hastening its sinking.

The torpedo fired by Captain Rutte passed through countless British overboard crews and hit the starboard side headlong.

The two crew members spewed out of the water and flew straight into the air.

Wet life jackets and military uniforms disintegrated and shattered in the air, and arms, legs, and heads bid farewell to their owners, followed by colorful entrails and blood.

When the two fell into the water again, they had turned into a pile of broken human organs, instantly staining a large area of the sea.

Compared to their comrades on the ship, the two unlucky ones were the lucky ones, because death was only a momentary event for them.

Many more British sailors were wept and wailed into the whirlpool, sinking with the Prince of Wales to the bottom of the dark sea.

On the Nelson, two more lines of tears appeared in the sweat on Somerville's face.

Aside from these two lines of tears, he could do nothing about what happened to the Prince of Wales, because he was already in a catastrophe himself.

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