The damp and narrow hallway was covered with dense pipes and handrails that had been painted off. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A man with a long beard leans against a warm machine in a vest, enjoying the unbearable temperature that surrounds him.

Behind him was a working diesel engine, and several rev counters on it were fluttering slightly.

In the distance, the machinery is running back and forth, the rhythm is bright but slightly monotonous. He loosened a small valve beside him and slightly adjusted the working state of the machine to make the pointer of the revolution meter more stable.

The dim light made everything around the man look a little blurry, power was a precious thing, in fact, it was much brighter than it had just been.

"Speed 10 knots, hold!" From a loudspeaker overhead, the commander's order came, and the bearded man glanced at the number of revolutions, yawned and did not do anything more.

It's a non-smoking place, and the air is suffocating. The body fragrance of men who have not bathed for a long time, combined with the smell of food and diesel, makes people need great perseverance every time they breathe.

This is the hot Sahara Desert, because no matter what the temperature is outside, this place is more than 30 degrees Celsius every Chinese New Year's Eve.

On the top of the bearded man's head, the pipe continued to extend upwards, which was the compartment where the seawater had been discharged, and then this compartment went up to the deck of the submarine.

Now, this section of deck is riding the rough waters of the North Atlantic, where the waters are still cold and not warmed by the August temperatures.

The sharp bow of the U-boat cut through the huge waves, stirring up a white spray that hit the hull of the submarine, and gathered into a stream on it, flowing down the cracks in the steel.

On the railing, already wet with seawater, a strong hand was holding on it, the owner of the hand, wearing a fur coat, with a military cap from the German Navy buttoned slightly obliquely above his head.

Beside him, an officer was holding a telescope, searching the nearby sea, while at his feet, some sailors were sitting next to an 88-millimeter cannon chatting.

Directly in front of the German submarine enclosure, there was an 88 mm anti-aircraft gun designed to destroy low-value targets.

This weapon can be used as a weapon of self-defense in the air, and can be used to shell the opponent when encountering unarmed merchant ships, saving valuable torpedoes.

This design continued until the end of the war, when the submarine was only a kind of warship that could dive, not a potential underwater warship.

German submarines have a speed of more than a dozen knots on the surface, but when they are underwater, they often only have a speed of about 4 knots......

This 88 mm cannon also served the purpose of robbing merchant ships. When the opponent has no ability to fight back, the German navy can use this to rob the opponent and obtain some valuable supplies.

At sea, the warring parties are now not aware of the brutality of war. So there's a lot of interesting stuff that's still happening all the time.

For example, the German Navy would sometimes send distress signals to the British, asking them to try to rescue the crew of a British transport ship that had fallen overboard.

And when conditions permitted, German submarines, like pirates, would rob British merchant ships, take food and other useful supplies from them, and then sink the ships and destroy everything that could not be taken away.

In October 1939, the ghost U-47 submarine in Scapa Bay sank the battleship HMS Royal Oak, creating a captain named Prien.

It was also on this day that the German submarine force entered the high-level field of vision, and the fierce wolf pack and a general named Dönitz became the new hope of the German navy.

It was around this time that the German submarine forces began to compose their own glory.

What a heroic and desirable thing to sink a 100,000-ton enemy transport ship and battleship with a thousand-ton battleship!

Put aside the poor heroism and the feelings of men, because in World War II, the officers and men of the German submarine force had the highest death rate.

The second highest was the Allied air raids on Germany's strategic bomber units, which shows that any war fairy tale full of romance is actually dyed red with blood.

Directing submarines in search of British transport ships in the vast Atlantic Ocean was actually a very boring job.

When it went to sea, the interior of the submarine was full of supplies. The cabins and aisles were filled with food and other supplies, and the things that were not easy to keep were consumed a week after going out to sea.

For the rest of the day, the soldiers on the submarine could only enjoy the unpalatable air-dried food, looking for their targets on the desert-like sea.

The wolf pack tactics had not yet taken shape at this time, and Dönitz was still developing his great vision of a pack attack.

The only good news for the officers and men of the current submarine force is that the current British Navy has no energy to take care of them.

It was a good time, the British Navy did not have decent anti-submarine means, so the German submarines had not yet faced a real test.

"Haven't found your target yet?" Standing on the hull of the submarine, looking at the smoking and breathable men at his feet, Prion was in the Atlantic, wrapped up in his fur coat.

This leather coat specially prepared for submarine captains can effectively block the sea water and avoid being wet by the waves, and it is a very popular and fashionable thing.

Paired with a high-powered telescope and a German brimmed military hat worn diagonally, it forms the image of a typical German Navy submarine commander.

In fact, in battle, submarine commanders are not so coquettish, they will carry a satchel with nautical charts on their backs, and all kinds of messy things in their pockets, which looks sloppy.

However, there is a good saying that is called "the army is earth, and the navy is ocean", which sums up the actual situation in the armies of all countries.

No matter how old-fashioned the navy clothes are, they are much more foreign than the clothes worn by the army leaders. What's more, wearing this outfit is a submarine ace like Prien.

On the sides of the enclosure, large white typography is painted on both sides, and the number "47" gives the submarine an aura of admiration.

"We're not so lucky this time, and now we have half of the torpedoes left." The adjutant lowered his binoculars and replied by leaning against the railing.

He pulled out a fine lighter, brushed off the flint, lit the cigarette that Prion handed him, and took a deep breath, exhaling a thick puff of smoke.

Heading out to sea from German-occupied ports, bypassing British islands, and eventually reaching the shipping lanes that ambushed British merchant ships, was a complex and monotonous process.

Although the anti-submarine power of the Allies was almost zero at this time, it was indeed exhausting to continue the long search after such a long voyage and find a target that could be attacked.

In reality, the submarine forces of the German Navy are heroic and tragic songs, they have no supporting tactics and no qualified weapons at the best time, but after getting qualified weapons and powerful tactics, they find themselves having to face an enemy who has mastered anti-submarine technology.

"Any news from other submarines?" Prion also lit his cigarette and puffed into the clouds.

"I just went to the radio room before I came up, and there is no news about it." The adjutant wiped his nose and replied to Prien.

When Prion went out to sea, he carried a book about an inch thick, which had now been read out of two-thirds, and it also indicated that the time for their return was approaching.

"The domestic radio broadcast was quite punctual, and the Führer gave a speech yesterday, and I was very encouraged to hear it, and he said it really well." Another big wave swept by, and the splash hit the thick snorkel next to the adjutant and also hit Prion in the face.

The U-47 submarine has an underwater displacement of just over 800 tons, and in the windy North Atlantic, it is like a leaf, drifting with the tide on the tumbling sea.

The bumps and ups made everyone on the submarine feel dizzy. But they're used to it, they're used to it.

The sailors who let off the wind outside the submarine are now wearing autumn clothes, because the sea is so cold.

Inside the submarine, which is separated by several layers of iron sheets, the sailors on duty are wearing summer uniforms, and the heat is exactly the same as that of the desert.

This is the life of the submarine officers and men, and this is the real life of the German submarine officers and men who created the miracle of breaking the engagement in the Atlantic.

They were accompanied by a dense mass of rotating handles, behind which were hundreds of precision valves, and next to the valves were a meter marked with numbers. The instrument is embedded in countless pipes of different thicknesses!

Steampunk and the like were not worth mentioning in the presence of German submarine officers and men, because they worked in this state every day and could not make the slightest mistake.

If it was in the submersible state, the lights in the German submarine would be about the same brightness as the night lights used for the night start. In order to save electricity, the submarine officer and man need to skillfully operate all the switches and valves he is responsible for in a barely visible state.

If they make a mistake, they will sink with this huge steel coffin, to the bottom of the sea hundreds of meters deep, never to see the light of day.

"What did the Führer say?" Prion picked up the binoculars and looked at the sea in the distance through the bright sunshine.

He said......" The adjutant looked reminiscing: "I can't study well, which probably means that we, the submarine officers and soldiers, are the ones who have worked very hard and sacrificed the most for this country." ”

"He's right, now in the German Navy, only we are left fighting!" Prien didn't retract his gaze and spoke to his lieutenant.