Fred looked at the direction of the British fleet and swallowed silently.

In fact, the Italian submarine "Balilla" led by Fred appeared here only to monitor the French fleet in Port Oran and report Darlan's every move to the country.

But these days, the French have not made much movement, but a large uninvited British fleet has scared Fred enough.

Although in the spirit of the fanatical idea of "long live the new Roman Empire", Fred mustered up his courage and finally gave the order to catch up and fire a torpedo.

But helplessly, the speed of the British fleet was too fast. Fred's Italian submarine tried his best to catch up, and the torpedo, of course, did not hit the target.

"Adjust course! Left full rudder, 45 degrees! After the attack missed, Fred did not choose to continue the pursuit and launch the torpedo, but realized that he immediately ordered to slip away.

After all, a torpedo is an expensive weapon, and if it misses and fires indiscriminately, it is too wasteful.

And the lives of the officers and men of this submarine are even more precious. At least, Fred thinks that since the target can't be chased, there's no need to risk continuing to chase it.

Anyway, the superiors did not order them to intercept the British fleet here and sneak attack the British battleships.

This submarine is like a police dog used by the Kingdom of Italy to watch the French fleet, so why bother to help the cat catch rats?

Fortunately, the boat turned around, and the surface displacement of Fred's Italian submarine was only a few hundred tons, and it was like a small leaf in the vast ocean, and it was very convenient and quick to turn.

Compared with those large warships that can reach tens of thousands of tons at every turn, Fred's submarine is too small, and in front of those warships, a submarine is similar to a 3-year-old child in front of an adult.

Fortunately, those British battleships seemed to be attracted to a certain place, and they didn't have time to notice the strangeness behind them, completely ignoring Fred's existence.

Now, after turning around, Fred found that this huge British fleet had disappeared without a trace, and the appearance of Italian submarines was not found at all.

Fred did not know exactly how many warships and anti-submarine destroyers this British fleet had. But he understood one thing that such a large fleet definitely did not pass through here to deal with their small submarine.

"Don't be afraid, we don't need to load ships with torpedoes." After Fred gave the order casually, he leisurely pointed the periscope in the direction of the departure of the British fleet.

It seems that the other party should also go far. At this time, it seems that there is really no need to jump so tight.

In Fred's eyes, we Italians have never been blind to worry about things that don't need to be worried.

Hearing his own captain say this, the torpedo launcher also breathed a sigh of relief, left his post, and ran to drink saliva to relax.

The submarine had re-dived and hidden, and the British fleet had run away, and at this time the boss did not ask for it, who had to pretend to sit upright. I'm afraid, except for those Germans who are stubborn to the point of rigidity, there is no one who is so inflexible.

"By the way, wait until the submarine is raised and send a telegram to the country." Fred thought for a moment and said.

Since he was here to carry out reconnaissance missions, it was necessary for Fred to send the new things he had detected to China.

The sudden appearance of the British fleet made everyone a little panicked. However, after confirming that he was safe, Fred quickly remembered his responsibility after calming down.

He was a submarine captain in the Italian Navy, commanding an entire submarine with the rank of major.

Although he couldn't run to those surface warships to shed his blood for the Kingdom of Italy, he still did a good job of hiding underwater and secretly sending some information back.

Even, Fred prefers his current position to command surface warships.

In this era, the anti-submarine means of various countries are still very backward.

Correspondingly, it is very safe to command the submarine industry!

What's more important than safety? We romantic Italians are not stupid enough to joke with our lives.

"Major, why did we wait until we sent a report to the country?" Fred's men wondered.

Looking at his subordinates who had not yet learned the ropes, Fred smiled slightly and explained to them: "Go up now, what if you encounter the British destroyer coming back?" Can we fight? ”

A group of subordinates, looking at Fred at this moment, were simply full of admiration.

What is a good officer, this is a good officer!

For the sake of the lives and safety of subordinates, safety comes first in everything, this is a model for our Italian officer circles.

"Yes, my sir!" The dispatcher replied with a look of reverence.

"Okay, in 15 minutes, ready to float!" The operator picked up the kettle, took a sip of the boiling water that tasted a little spoiled, and nodded: "Now let's keep the diving depth of 50 meters first, and then be vigilant for a while." ”

The sky began to gradually brighten, and the morning sun warmed the sea.

In the sparkling waves, a beautiful Italian submarine gradually surfaced.

Otherwise, Italy is a romantic nation, and their slender submarine is much more pleasing to the eye than those submarines in Germany that only focus on function and do not pay attention to aesthetics.

As the captain of this beautiful submarine, Fred pushed open the top cover of the submarine, poked his head out, and greedily breathed in the fresh morning sea air.

Out of caution, or rather fear of death, Fred stayed below the surface of the water after discovering the appearance of the British fleet. Although in the end he mustered up the courage and, under the brilliance of the great leader Mussolini, ordered a torpedo to be fired. But at heart, Fred is a lover of life.

Now, taking advantage of the gap between the ascent, Fred greedily breathed in the fresh air on the sea, and by the way, let the inside of the submarine replace the large amount of turbid air that everyone exhaled overnight.

After breathing enough of the wonderful fresh sea breeze, Fred asked leisurely, "How about sending the news back to China?" ”

"Don't worry, Captain, it's been passed back." The dispatcher, who had already climbed out of the submarine and also came to the bottom of the submarine to ventilate, nodded and said, "The British fleet passing through our patrol area is now estimated to have been presented to those generals." ”

"That's enough." Fred stretched comfortably, "We've done what we need to do." As for what to do next, it will be up to Deputy Prime Minister Rossi, who is acting as the leader, to arrange. ”

Because of Mussolini's visit to Germany, Italy's current military arrangements are now in charge of Deputy Prime Minister Rossi, who is deeply trusted by Mussolini.