In France, in the military port of Brest, groups of soldiers strengthened the surrounding guards, and the Wehrmacht soldiers on the periphery were closer to the SS escorts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A military vehicle full of journalists was parked at the gate of the port, and everyone was subjected to the strictest checks.

"Victory! Monarch! A second lieutenant with a weapon on his back stood at the checkpoint, opened a reporter's badge, and examined it carefully.

His men were rummaging through the packages the reporter was carrying, opening their cameras to check if there was anything illegal hidden inside.

After all, in the port, the German head of state still has a large number of dignitaries, and a grand welcome ceremony will be held in a while.

Pulling out the cigarette from his mouth, the head of the entire outpost, a captain officer, began to read to all the reporters the precautions for entering the port.

"First, it is forbidden to take pictures casually, you can only take pictures in the corresponding direction at the dock, where you are allowed to take pictures!"

As he spoke, he held out a second finger: "Second, all photographs involving the Führer himself must be checked before they can be published!" ”

Painstakingly, all the reporters had to register and sign the traffic records, and then the car was finally proven safe, and the guards at the checkpoint began to wave their way away.

"It's a big scene." An infantryman looked enviously at the cars entering the harbor and exclaimed.

"There's nothing to envy, if you have the ability, go to the submarine force recruiting office to try, I heard that there has never stopped recruiting." The second lieutenant, who was standing by the checkpoint with a rifle on his back, pouted.

"Minister Goebbels wants to focus on the heroic and fearless Imperial elite Captain Prien, and it just so happens that the Führer is here, so there is such a grand welcoming ceremony." The second lieutenant was apparently well-informed, and boasted to his men.

"Hero Prion is back? Oh, God! I really want to see him, I heard that he is the pride of the Imperial Navy! The soldiers standing guard heard Prien's name and became even more excited.

For these most ordinary soldiers, the star officers who often appear in newspapers and posters are the highest-ranking idols of their time.

For example, Garand, the ace pilot with a mustache and a charming smile; For example, the submarine commander Prion, who sank the battleship Royal Oak.

When these reporters were all standing on a spacious pier under the leadership of the SS, they had the privilege of spending extra time waiting to observe everything around them.

The place where they stand is actually unremarkable, and it is not the largest pier in the port of Brest.

But not far from them, on the platform that had been set up, the military band had solemnly lined up.

They are still tuning their instruments and are very professional. The commander of the marching band at the head seemed a little nervous, standing there as straight as a poplar tree.

It seemed that the Führer would not come out until a moment of great importance, but by this time there were already quite a few officers standing on the docks.

Pick up a random officer standing there waiting, all of them have the rank of a colonel, some of them are senior officers from the Navy, and they even have the epaulettes of a rear admiral.

The last time such a grand welcome ceremony was held after Prion returned from sinking the battleship Royal Oak.

Moreover, the last welcoming ceremony was not personally greeted by the head of state, and the specifications were obviously not so grand.

Before the Scarpa Bay attack, most of the German submarines were remembered from the First World War.

At that time, submarine technology was not mature, and the tactics were not advanced, so they did not show such a strong force.

As a result, it was such a U-47, with the courage and skill of all the crew, that single-handedly entered Scarpa Bay and gave the British fleet a slap in the face.

By the time a submarine was able to sneak into a port, take out the backbone of a naval war, and sink a battleship, this weapon had already caused panic among navies around the world.

While everyone was waiting a little nervously, an inconspicuous black dot appeared on the sea level outside the harbor. This little black dot is getting closer to the port little by little, and it is so small that people take their breath away.

When the black dot enlarged little by little, some people began to whisper, and everyone was not sure whether the little black dot that could not see the outline clearly was the U-47 of the hero they were going to meet today, Prien.

"You say, when will the Führer come out? Will he give a speech, as he did on the radio last time......" a reporter asked a colleague with a camera in his hand.

"How do I know, maybe the Führer will not come out at all, and Minister Goebbels may preside over the welcoming ceremony on his behalf." The reporter next to him stared at the sea and replied without looking back.

On the steps that had already been erected, an officer hurried up to the bandleader and whispered something to him.

Then the conductor of the band, who had been standing upright, motioned to all the musicians in front of him to get ready, and the performance was about to begin.

The SS soldiers hurried to connect the red carpet from the dock to the rooms of a nearby building, where the door was already filled with SS guards and officers.

As time passed, the little black dot got closer and closer, and everyone finally saw the outline of the little black dot clearly.

The slender decks rose and fell in the waves, and the German submarines, which were not of much tonnage, always had the feeling of going with the flow on the water.

It sailed slowly, and the deck of the submarine was full of people, obscuring half of the submarine's conning tower enclosure.

However, everyone still saw the flag of the German Navy hanging on the mast behind the snorkel above the conning tower.

At this moment, the military flag was fluttering in the wind, as if it was a triumphant victory.

The waves were churning, lapping against the deck of the submarine, as well as against the torpedo tubes in front of the submarine. The body of the submarine is mottled with traces, as if telling of its danger and bravery in the ocean.

Soon, the people standing on the pier saw clearly the huge number painted on the conning tower, the number that had long been destined to be remembered by all war lovers around the world - "U-47".

The military band on the pier began to play the military song, and then the SS soldiers, who had lined up in three rows, began to sing the military song of the German submarine forces with their chins held high.

The Waffen-SS members, dressed in full uniform, wore red German flag armbands on their arms.

They were highly motivated, first slowly and then passionately singing the "Song of the U-boat" on behalf of the officers and men of the submarine

"There is no day or night for us,

Searching to sink enemies in the open seas!

Dampness seeped into the marrow, and we held binoculars on alert to the enemy ships.

The diesel engine is stirring, but the waves of the sea are even rougher,

The submarine is so small, and the sea is so vast.

The success or failure of the battle depends on each member wearing a leather jacket -

From captains to ordinary privates. ”

Their singing is so loud that people can't help but hum along.

In the midst of the military song, two SS officers opened the door of a building not far away, and Li Le, dressed in a trench coat lined with a military uniform, walked up the red carpet.

"Victory! Monarch! The SS soldiers and generals on either side saluted the Führer in front of him in louder voices.

Their voices were so neat, and so were their raised arms, as if they were a city wall, guarding the great Führer of Germany.

Although he knew that he was a fake head of state, Li Le was still moved by this pious, tsunami-like salute again and again.

This is an era, an era that belongs to heroes, and an era of cold and bloody.

It was the era he longed for, the era that he had dreamed of countless times. Now he stands here, rewriting history with his own hands.

The choir in the distance is still singing the bravery and fearlessness of the German submarine officers and men in the deepest voice, and their singing seems to be infused with the soul of victory:

"The motherland is so far away

Motherland, I greet you

For you I will drive four

Death is hidden in the torpedo tubes

Rushing towards the enemy, the U-boat advanced. ”

General Karl Dönitz wore a decent navy tuxedo and followed Li Le on the red carpet, his slender body looking very tall.

He was followed by two generals from the submarine command, and then a large group of officers.

These people all followed behind the Führer, some looking forward, some looking at the sea in the distance, staring at the U-boat that was already approaching the dock.

"Click!" Seeing that the Führer had already walked out of the building, the reporters could not wait to pick up their cameras and press the shutter at the Führer.

Actually, the Führer's personal visit to Brest was more like news than such a trivial thing as the return of the U-47 submarine.

If the Führer had been happier, and made some impromptu speeches, it would have been more worth reporting, and everyone was waiting for something like this to happen.

Behind the sound of a magnesium lamp exploding, the stirring music still keeps playing, and it seems that it will never stop.

And the song is also singing non-stop, and these performances will not stop until the submarine docks:

"It's been 2 weeks since I left the voyage before I knew it

The destination is still not in sight

The boring days went by day by day

The prey still did not appear.

Suddenly the alarm on the bridge is Da Toru,

A huge convoy rode the waves and pressed head-on.

The success or failure of the battle depends on each member wearing a leather jacket -

From captains to ordinary privates. ”

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The soldiers of the Empire...... The 8th update! Long Ling promised at least 7 more, and it has already exceeded the quota......