"I don't have a comment on how to say French." Hank. Robin held the tower ladder in his hand and turned his face to ask the co-captain.

"Pasdecommentaire" Igor was wearing a tie with the help of a quartermaster.

"Okay, Patikmon..."

"It's Gemon."

"Gemon... Well. The German captain pondered for a moment, then began to climb to the top of the control tower with a straight ladder.

U106 had completely surfaced, less than three hundred meters away from the sunken [Yegong River]. The sudden appearance of the submarine really startled the Siamese sailors, and it was then that they realized what had happened to their warship. Looking at the culprit not far away, the Siamese Navy officers and sailors struggling in the sea opened their eyes one by one.

It was a large submarine they had never seen before, covered in green and brown striped camouflage, and the length of the part that floated on the surface was about the same length as their [Yegong River]. One of the surviving Siamese naval officers noticed that the submarine's conning tower had a gray iron plate on the side with Q183 painted with white paint.

Soon several sailors crawled out of the entrance and exit at the back of the submarine, with bright red pompoms on top of their sailors' caps.

"Damn the French." The first mate of the [Yegong River] waved his fist at the submarine angrily. The lieutenant survived the torpedo attack because he was on the bridge and was lucky enough to grab a lifebuoy.

The submarine began to slowly approach the overboard Siamese officers and soldiers, and an officer with a tin horn on the control tower shouted loudly in French with a strange accent.

"This is the French Navy submarine [Casavianca], you don't have to be afraid, we will rescue you. Which of you are officers? Where is the captain? The officer will be given priority to our rescue, it is the officer's gesture of raising his hand. ”

Although the survivors have a great hatred for the enemy who sank their warship, in this situation, it is human instinct to save their lives, and this is the Gulf of Siam, where sharks are infested, and so many sailors are killed at once, and the blood of the dead and wounded will soon attract sharks.

"I'm the first mate! I'm the first mate! Major Siam raised his hands and shouted.

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, the officers among the survivors immediately rushed to declare their ranks, hoping that the French would make good on their promises.

Of the more than 200 officers and men on the [Yegong River], about 40 survived in the end, because the rest cabin was on the upper deck, and most of the officers were able to escape. In the end, there were 11 officers above the rank of lieutenant, and there were seven warrant officer trainees who were about to graduate.

Captain Mantan, who didn't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky, was rescued by a loyal orderly from the sinking ship, but was now in a coma due to a heavy blow to the head during the attack.

"Why attack our warships." A cadet questioned loudly in French.

"I don't know why you haven't gotten the news, since midnight yesterday, the Kingdom of Siam and the French Republic have been at war." Igor replied in fluent French.

"You're the captain, can you tell us?" said one of the officers to Robin, who was wearing an officer's floppy hat.

"Padigmonte." Captain Robin crossed his hands and coldly interrupted the other party's questioning.

"We can't fit all of you in our submarines. Non-commissioned officers and soldiers are to stay here and wait for the rescue of other ships, and the officers can go with us. Once the officers had been brought together, Igor turned his head to the remaining Siamese sailors on the deck and gave the order, and in order to deepen their understanding, the soldiers on the conning tower raised their machine guns on the fence.

"We'll leave you two dinghies and enough life jackets." Igor said to the Siamese soldiers and non-commissioned officers: "Now please line up and leave my deck. ”。

In the face of the muzzles of the machine guns in the black hole, the survivors of the Siamese Navy dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and there was no reason to speak in this situation.

The Siamese sailors could only jump back into the sea under duress, watch the officers being taken into the submarine, and then slowly dive into the sea in front of them.

When they realized that they had been abandoned, the soldiers and non-commissioned officers cursed the damned French and began to scramble for the two rubber boats.

"As of an hour ago, we had sunk a total of 22,000 tons of Siamese ships in this area, including 5,200 tons of ships belonging to the Siamese Navy." Major Müller, the naval liaison officer, stood in front of a map on the wall, pointing to the Gulf of Siam and reporting to Blumberg.

"The Siamese Navy was defenseless, they did not expect to be attacked by submarines." Eugene. Feng. Colonel Davidson expressed his opinion.

"Prepare a detailed report and send it to Berlin, the Führer will be satisfied." Brumberg wiped his chin and reached for a glass of champagne from the tray in the orderly's hand.

"Tomorrow I will be visiting Japan, and I will return to Germany at the end of the year." Brumberg raised his glass.

"Thank you all for your hard work during this time, the Third Reich will not forget your exploits for Germany in the Far East, and I have made a request to the Führer to award special medals to all the staff of the Far East Command." The Imperial Marshal announced in a loud voice.

"For the Empire, for the Führer!" Von in an SS tuxedo. Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig replied loudly.

"For the Empire! For the Führer! Brumberg smiled and nodded at the lieutenant colonel.

"Hey! Reinhart! Everyone in the room raised their glasses, greeted the Führer in a loud voice, and then raised their heads and took a sip of the cold champagne from their glasses.

"Don't be inhibited, play music, drink good wine, and let the kitchen bring some good food." Brumberg said aloud, causing a burst of laughter from his subordinates.

Brumberg picked up another glass of champagne and led his lieutenant to the corner of the ballroom, where several core members of the envoy were gathering in a small circle to discuss.

"The Führer's mind has not changed, this is a matter of regional strategy." Dr. Pank holds a glass of whiskey and a small cookie with caviar in his other hand.

"Any news from Berlin?" Baron Le Bernau asked Lieutenant Colonel Roch, the head of communications.

"It's early morning there, and the High Command won't reply so early. You have also read the telegram of the Führer, and in such a short period of time, there will be no special changes. Lieutenant Colonel Roch replied as he fiddled with the cigar in his hand.

"We can completely occupy Siam and overthrow the anti-European Prime Minister Phibun Songkan, and with the military strength we have now, we can do that, and I believe the French and I feel the same way."

This was said by Major Culler, an army weapons expert who arrived later, who had been sent to French Indochina as a military trade adviser, and who was actually tasked with gathering intelligence on the weapons of Asian armies, and who was on the list of the envoys to Japan this time.

"It's not as simple as you think, most of Siam's territory is covered in forests, and our tactics and weapons are not suitable for fighting in this jungle environment." Brumberg interjected.

"Your Excellency, Marshal." The seated people all stood up and saluted the chief.

"Siam's strategically important geographical position makes it an excellent strategic buffer zone, and in an offensive situation, it is the most suitable springboard for attacking British Burma, Malay and French Indochina." Brumberg spoke eloquently.

"Then why not take her into our hands? Excellency. Major Kuhler asked.

"Siamese nationalism is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and as you said earlier, it is very easy to defeat her, but to conquer her completely, we will have to face a long battle that will require countless manpower and material resources. The High Command had calculated that achieving this goal would require at least twice as many troops as it is now, and would require the cooperation of the British forces on the Burmese side, and that it would take a year or more to complete the initial conquest.

This is something that the Führer will never accept, and it is impossible for the Empire to expend its precious strength in this land where only rice grows in the present critical period. With that, Brumberg drank the rest of the champagne from his glass.

"Get me a drink, Eugene." The marshal said to the adjutant with a smile. (To be continued.) )