In fact, before the U-47 submarine attacked Scapa Bay, even Hitler himself did not consider the submarine to be a weapon that could stand up to a giant warship. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, after the U-47 bravely sailed to Scarpa Flow, and finally made a record that shocked the world, the submarine force had an aura, an aura that lasted for decades - the assassin in the water.

In the past, the submarine was like a "thief", who could only carry out sneaky activities, and could not be elegant at all.

And now the submarine is like a killer hidden in the dark, who can stab his most fatal blow in the most unexpected places of others.

The marching band, still singing on a loop, still plucked their strings, and the melody echoed across the harbor sky.

The majestic singing seemed to be working hard to regain the confidence of the German Navy to dominate the ocean.

As the long baton in the conductor's hand rose and fell, the drum beat and trombone intertwined into a beautiful note, beating on the hearts of all the reporters.

Time passed minute by minute, and Li Le was already standing on the dock in the sea breeze near the docking part of the submarine.

He stood there, letting the sea breeze blow his long gray trench coat, and although it was a hot August day, the sea breeze in the harbor was still not small.

The wind with the smell of seafood swayed the corners of Li Le's clothes, and he stood there looking at the submarine on the sea, with excitement that had not been seen for a long time.

Li Le has not seen the real Prien, he has not seen the lone hero in Scapa Bay.

Although he has learned to calmly look at the historical celebrities who are alive in front of him, this does not prevent him from burning the happiness of seeing acquaintances in his heart.

For these heroes who have left their names in history, Li Le can be said to have been friends for a long time, and their achievements against the sky and the courage to fight for the motherland to the end have inspired Li Le.

The U-47 submarine leaned on the pier little by little in the waves, the military band was still playing loudly, and the people on the submarine were clearly visible.

It is precisely because these people who have returned from the ocean can be clearly seen that it makes the people standing on the docks dressed in neat SS uniforms seem even more ironic.

The special gangplank for the submarine was put on the deck by the sailors, and when the first submarine sailor who walked on the red carpet jumped onto the dock, many people swallowed a mouthful of saliva in great discomfort.

The smell, the somewhat disgusting smell that even muffled the fishy smell of the sea breeze, filled the air and churned in the stomach.

Clothes that were so dirty that they could not be seen in their original colors were worn on a man who had not shaved like a wild man.

He quietly watched the crowd on the dock greet him, as if he didn't realize what was really going on.

"Welcome back!" A soldier stepped forward with flowers, and after the other party took the handful of flowers, he did not open his mouth to say anything.

Working in claustrophobic conditions for a long time, he had forgotten many languages, and he hadn't spoken some everyday words for a long time, except for the working words that he spoke to his comrades every day.

"Thank you...... Thank. The poor sailor finally squeezed out such a sentence, and then he was astonished to see a familiar man approaching with a large group of officers.

Before his sluggish brain realized who the person in front of him was, a pair of large strong hands were placed on his arms.

"My most valiant soldier! I'm glad to see you back! In his eyes, a man with a neat mustache on his lips and a pair of sharp eyes were smiling, greeting him.

Holding the flowers in his arms, the soldier looked at the man in front of him uneasily, and suddenly cried excitedly.

He recognized the man in front of him as the Führer whom he had sworn allegiance, and he watched as the other man grabbed his hand on his disgusting sleeve, which he couldn't even bear to look at, and the tears lingered like a river bursting its banks.

"My Führer!" He lost his voice in pain, like a spoiled child who saw his mother's arms.

This is the belief of the age, and this is an emotion that we simply do not understand now. When holding the leader's hand, tears will really flow unstoppably, which is the emotion created by the times, and it cannot be erased.

Those who held the hands of the great men and wept, and left behind precious historical photographs, are not fakes or possessions as we think today.

The photos are full of true feelings, they worship their leaders, trust their leaders, follow in the footsteps of their leaders, and hope to use their own battles to open up territory for their own nation.

For the sake of this emotion, which is as strong as fine wine, they are willing to give their lives, and they are willing to face hell for a vow.

The submariner's white navy uniform was littered with oil stains and marks from engine oil, carrying the stench of males who had not bathed for dozens of days.

But Li Le still grabbed his sleeve with no disgust, and still asked Hou with a smile on his face: "My most heroic soldier, I am very happy to see you come back!" ”

Now, the sailor's eyes are full of expressions of willingness to die for this country and this leader.

He put together a pair of worn leather boots on his feet, and let out a dull noise: "Long live the Führer!" Private 1st Class Joseph salutes you! ”

The sailors who followed him on the gangplank to land heard his shout and looked up to see that the Führer was already standing in front of him.

The sailor was obviously stunned for a moment, then he threw his luggage on the ground, rubbed his hands vigorously on his dirty trouser legs, and then stood upright, raised his arms and saluted: "Hey! Hitler! ”

Li Le waved his hand, signaling that the other party did not need to be so formal, with his leadership, the high-ranking admirals behind him could only aggrieve their noses and continue to follow behind the Führer.

"Don't look at their shabby clothes, don't laugh at their bad smell." Li Le turned around and said to the admirals behind him.

He pointed to the officers and men who were still walking down from the submarine and said to Dönitz: "They are our greatest comrades!" They are all brave soldiers who selflessly dedicate themselves to the motherland! ”

"The way they are today is for the revival of great Germany. They deserve our respect and deserve our learning! Li Le patted the shoulder of the submarine soldier in front of him, and then went to the next soldier.

The third soldier was mentally ready, and he was wiping his eyes with his sleeve, which was too dirty to see.

Tears could not stop flowing, and there could not have been a happier moment than now: they returned to their homeland alive and were cordially received by the Führer.

"Don't let your eyes get infected...... You are all precious treasures of the Empire! Li Le took out his handkerchief and handed it to the flattered soldier.

Dönitz behind him was already shocked by Li Le's approach - these soldiers in front of him were now the most loyal soldiers.

Even if Li Le orders them to die now, they will willingly leave a suicide note and go to sea, right?

Unexpectedly, the Führer had already mastered the means of boosting morale to the point of perfection. Dönitz sighed in his heart as he walked forward.

You must know that the kind of oriental-style buying of people's hearts is not popular in Europe, not because there is no one, but because there are very few people who can learn and are willing to apply this method of appeasing and cleaning people's hearts.

Li Le's soul comes from the East, so he plays this method of undressing and pushing food, which is simply a performance in his true colors.

So when he took off his trench coat and put it over Prien's shoulders, Dönitz suddenly realized that the Führer had put on a coat in not very hot weather, and it had such a function.

Prien may not have shaved his beard for a long time, and the corners of his eyes moistened as he watched the Führer put on a trench coat for himself, and he felt the death of a confidant.

Prion looked much more normal than his men, as he had a more form-fitting fur coat that was waterproof and darker, allowing him to look like he still had the last shred of decency.

However, Captain Prion hadn't cleaned his beard for days, so people in the distance couldn't recognize the wild man in front of him as the captain of the submarine.

It is completely different from the naval officers and sailors who went to sea or on shore vacation, and the submarine officers and men on vacation in France were rich and gentlemen, and they were the men that French girls liked.

They are generous and enjoy life, so when they appear in restaurants, they always attract local French women.

Obviously, if Prion can shave and get his hair in order, he's also the type who can attract beautiful women and spend the night with them.

If it weren't for the fact that Li Le often saw Prien's photos, he would almost not recognize this German submarine ace.

"Nice to see you again! Captain Prien! Once again, you have completed the most dangerous mission and continued the glory of victory for the Empire! Li Le said to Prion with a smile.

The last time the battleship Royal Oak was sunk, the Führer personally ordered all the people in the U-47 submarine to be brought to Berlin by his own private jet, and personally awarded Prien the medal.

This time, the Führer waited in the harbor and put his trench coat over him with his own hands—how could he not die for such an honor?

"When did the Führer become so powerful? I'm going to get my blood boiling when I see it. Himmler, who had been making soy sauce lately with round glasses, turned his head to the side and whispered to Goebbels on the side.

Goebbels didn't look back, and with infinite admiration, he applauded and said to Himmler: "You just didn't realize that the Führer has always been so powerful!" ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't think he was good enough, and added: "He is a man born for the media, he is suitable to stand on the podium and make everyone enthusiastic!" ”

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