Explosions, fires, screams, noise, the British flotilla was thrown into complete confusion when it landed, under the blow of the flowering of the center of the U-99. The two escort destroyers were unscrupulous, scurrying back and forth on the surface of the sea like headless flies; Dozens of merchant ships also scattered in the successive explosions, no longer ignoring the queue of the fleet. The battle soon turned into a one-sided slaughter, with the cries and prayers of the British sailors echoing the skies and seas.

And on the formation flagship Hawkins, the helpless old and young general Amos, can only let the situation in front of him continue to ferment. The cruiser he was on was capable of only artillery battles and was completely powerless against threats from underwater!

After more than 6 hours of slaughter, the dawn of the morning finally descended on this boiling and noisy sea.

Seeing that visibility at sea had gradually recovered, Krezimmer decisively chose to take it as soon as he saw it, and gave an order to the officers and men of his ship and friendly submarines to stop the attack. In Dönitz's rules of operation, a cluster of submarines could strike the most effectively against an escort convoy only at night: because then periscopes and snorkels could stick out of the water at will, with little fear of being detected by an adversary. And once daylight, these two things are at risk of being exposed at great distances. At that time, the submarine will not only lose its vital surface vision and underwater high speed, but will also be subjected to a deadly attack by enemy anti-submarine vessels.

Hearing Krezimer's order, the officers and men of U-99 were slightly regretful, but the strong joy of victory in their hearts instantly washed away this negative emotion. In the battle just past, the U-99 actually sank as many as 7 British merchant ships in one go, with a total tonnage of more than 40,000 tons! Such terrifying efficiency can only be described as incredible, even the epic ace captain Perle, who once sank 199 ships of 460,000 tons of Entente ships, is definitely not comparable to the hunting speed of Krezimmer today!

"Captain. I think there's a good chance you'll break Lord Peller's record. The thin young navigator looked at the man in front of him, who was several years younger than himself, and said with a serious expression. Krezimmer was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, "That's already a legend that can't be replicated. What's more, we were able to achieve this victory today because of General Dönitz's cluster tactics and the accurate information provided by the intelligence officers on the escort fleet. And His Excellency Peller, with his own strength, beat the British out of his soul! ”

Speaking of which. Krezimmer turned his gaze to the correspondent on the other side, and spoke again: "Send a report to the other four submarines to carry out a full search and tail of the remaining British ships." They should have quite a few torpedoes left, ready for another attack tonight. The correspondent answered, and his fingers snapped rapidly on the telegraph.

While the German submarines were celebrating the success of last night's attack and preparing for another attack after dark, the British sailors on the sea seemed to wake up from a nightmare, their eyes full of horror and panic.

In the middle of the night's fighting, 19 of their transport ships were buried at the bottom of the sea, and the entire merchant fleet was instantly reduced by half. Only 18 cargo ships remained! Admiral Amos, who had already learned that his destroyers had not confirmed the sinking of a German submarine last night, and that the underwater wolves involved in the attack were most likely still intact. At this time, his fleet had just sailed to the middle of the Atlantic, and it was still far from reaching its goal. Thinking of this, Amos couldn't help but feel a strong sense of despair in his heart: can this escort fleet really be brought back to Plymouth by himself?

"What kind of tactic is this for German submarines, and how can they carry out this tactic?" Amos pondered bitterly. The wrinkles on that old face seemed to have several more in one night. As a veteran of the last battle, he can definitely be called experienced. However, the German attack last night turned his perception upside down, and caused him great confusion in the mixture of grief and anger. Haven't submarines always been a single combat arm, why were the Germans able to command them like arms on the vast sea, and their every move was even more constrained everywhere, and they were unable to make any parry and counterattack at all?

Despite the heavy losses of the convoy in the darkness of the night, Amos had no intention of disbanding the fleet and leaving everyone fleeing for their lives. On the one hand, the current position of the fleet is too far from the British mainland. Slow-moving merchant ships sailing alone had no reason to escape in the face of German submarines; Second, Amos still had a little luck in his heart, hoping that the German submarines had run out of torpedoes and would no longer be able to feast as much as he had last night. Last but not least, Amos didn't know how to deal with this unprecedented challenge. With nothing to do, he had no choice but to stick to the old ways. Take a conservative stance and take a step at a time!

Black clouds rolled in the sky, and it finally began to rain heavily in the morning. The sea was turbulent, and waves several meters high constantly crashed against the side of the British merchant ship. Despite the bad weather, the British sailors were pardoned: in such an environment, the search for the German submarine would be greatly affected, and perhaps they would be lucky for the rest of the voyage. For a time, the British sailors suddenly discovered that the wind and waves of the North Atlantic, which had been cursed by their own gnashing teeth, were so great, that they only hoped that the wind and rain in front of them would never stop.

However, the British sailors still underestimated the capabilities of their opponents. Although the wind and waves common in the North Atlantic helped them to avoid the submarine's vision, the sea wolves, led by the U-99, gradually caught up with the sonar sensing the rotation of the propeller. They are a real pack of wolves, and they will not rest until they are completely torn apart. Krezimmer woke up after only five hours of sleep and began planning a second attack of the night. Last night, except for the most successful self, the other submarines should not have used half of their torpedoes: even if the attack efficiency tonight will be lower than last night, it will be able to cut another piece of meat from the British!

A few hours passed in a hurry, and the German submarine followed the British fleet for dozens of nautical miles. During this period, Krezimmer did not forget the request for joint operations with surface warships in the telegram sent to him by Dönitz yesterday; Having succeeded in biting the British fleet, he immediately telegraphed the bearing and course of the British fleet. In Krezimer's mind, he even hoped that his surface ships would come to the aid of the war. While this would reduce his personal success, it would wipe out more British merchant ships in the waters.

The sky and the sea are boundless, the rain is pouring down, and on the rough sea, a large warship with a slender body is rushing through the heavy white waves and sailing rapidly to the north. Her exterior dimensions are not huge, 180 meters × 21 meters in length and width are only on the level of ordinary treaty heavy cruisers, but the most striking thing is the two quadruple turrets that she is equipped with in front and rear, which are extremely large compared to her hull. Coupled with the red swastika logo sprayed on her deck, her identity is already on the verge of being a Deutsche Pocket Battlecruiser!

Captain Crank, who was in the 180-millimeter armoured conning tower, held up the large telescope hanging from his chest: according to the information received by the telegraph room two hours earlier, the British convoy was now less than 15 nautical miles away from his position. It won't be long before the sea detection radar and Otte's own eyes will be able to detect the target's tracks. Thinking that his long sword, which had been hidden in the snow for more than half a month, was about to show off against the British ships, Colonel Cranke felt his blood stirring: this was not only his opening show in this war, but also his inheritance of the last wish of his ancestors in the High Seas Fleet, and his angry revenge on Britain, a former long-cherished enemy!

Although it was already 4 p.m. when he arrived at the battlefield due to the journey, Cranke had no worries about annihilating the British fleet: the ships were equipped with sea-sounding radars that were enough to make the British merchant ships invisible in the dark. All he needed to do now was to cleanly clean up the little trash fish that escorted the fleet, and completely open the door to the slaughter of British merchant ships. For this, the colonel has absolute confidence: although the battleship under her command has a standard displacement of less than 13,000 tons, the 8 283mm L45 main guns she is equipped with are declaring to all the cruisers in the world that she is definitely a battle cruiser!

The quiet wait did not last long, and in less than ten minutes, exciting news came from the radar room. Unsurprisingly, a dense dot of light appeared on the phosphor screen, with a total of about 20. Without hesitation, Cranke immediately gave the order to carry out first-level combat preparations.

In a matter of moments, the footsteps of the Schell were heard in a dense row, and the trained officers and men appeared swift and unhurried on the eve of the battle. Except for the open-air anti-aircraft gun emplacements, which were empty because it was raining at the moment and no enemy planes would appear, all the officers and men were ready within five minutes. In the central fire control room above the Command Tower, Major Otto, the young gunner, clenched his fists: his friend Jonas had followed General Berme to a shocking victory, and now it was his turn to build up his feats and contribute his strength to the Fatherland and the Führer.

"The main gun is loaded with semi-armor-piercing shells, and the half-salvo is ready!" Otto gave his orders through the microphone with all his breath. Since the appearance of the Scheer, Captain Cranke has not given the order to change the flag and disguise, which makes it clear that he wants to speak directly to the enemy with cannons. At this time, there were also 3 ships in the British fleet heading towards the Deutschland: according to what was observed by the main rangefinder, one of them was a large battleship. (To be continued.) )

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