"Did you shoot clearly?" Heinck asked, looking up.

"It's all taken, it's a wonderful shot, the Führer will like it." Second Lieutenant Doyle slid down the stainless steel ladder of the conning tower's enclosure, with a 16mm film camera hanging from a belt around his waist.

"I used active sonar to [phew] the destroyer just now, and I didn't notice it at all to see the other party's reaction." Zeko took the camera from the watchman and handed it over to the electrical engineer.

"The telegram has been sent and our mission is accomplished." Heynck folded the submarine's track map and turned it in with the action report when he returned to port.

"Return? Sir. Zeko asked, turning his head.

"Yes, Zeko, there's nothing more for us to do, return immediately." Heynck picked up the coffee cup that was placed on the chart table.

"Fifteen degrees on the right side, one-third speed for both cars, diving to a depth of fifty meters, all in action." Zeko clapped his hands and ordered.

"Fifteen degrees to the left rudder."

"Two cars at one-third full speed."

"The bow balances the rudder with a depression angle of five degrees... Seven degrees... Fifteen degrees..."

"Seventeen meters... Nineteen meters... Twenty meters... Balance cabin displacement..."

"How's it going to be under the sea?"

"Seventy-five meters deep."

"Very well, keep diving."

The lighting in the command cabin has been changed from a combat state to a daytime navigation light, and the operators of each post are methodically carrying out the commander's instructions.

In the twenty seconds that U1001 had just come out of the water, they did two things, one was to send a telegram to the German General Headquarters in Hanoi, carefully reporting the first-hand information they had on the scene to the German military leadership. Thanks to Xu Jun's intervention, the German Navy mastered the technology of compressed communication in advance, and through the pre-recorded transmission of magnetic tapes, it was possible to compress a code report of several hundred words and send it out in a few seconds.

The second thing is to use the camera carried on the boat to record the real situation of the scene, which is the requirement of the high command, without hindering their own safety, as much as possible to record and archive valuable footage. The wide-angle lens of the 16mm camera and the periscope could not be docked, and the only way to record the scene outside the boat was to go out of the cabin.

The German submarine slowly descended to a depth of 50 meters, then increased its horsepower and returned to the northwest at full speed.

"Hey, they're all hurt." Enes wiped the seawater from his face and threw his soaked flight cap onto the floor of the lifeboat.

"I'm fine." Sergeant Dominic, the navigator and lookout, leaned against the side of the inflatable boat and waved his hand weakly.

"I almost thought I was going to die, sir." Corporal Ronal, the radio operator and machine gunner, looked terrified, his wet hair sticking to his forehead and his chin still dripping down.

"Don't worry, the fleet is nearby, and we'll be spotted from up there soon." The pilot struggled to take off his inflatable life jacket, which did not have enough gas after falling into the water, and if it weren't for the fact that Ensign Ennes himself was good at water, he would have almost drowned in the sea.

"She sank faster than I thought." Dominic said coldly.

"What?" Enes blinked.

"Sydney, our plane, what do you think I'm referring to. You jam-filled belligerent, madman, you almost killed us just now. ”

"Hey, hey, calm down, Dominic. Well, I'm a little overexcited, and I'll admit, I'll take all the blame. ”

"Of course it's all your responsibility, you're flying a six-year-old seaplane, ensign, not the fighter you imagined. God, it's a miracle that we survived. Dominic yelled excitedly.

"She's a great plane, isn't she?" Enes turned his face to look behind him, and the Loire 130 had disappeared from the water, leaving only a large floating debris and oil trail.

"Hell, you—" Dominic realized that the captain's train of thought was not in the same plane as himself.

"At least she's not alone." Enes turned his head and pointed to the horizon ahead.

"Let's row in that direction, the Japanese should fall around here, see if we can catch any souvenirs, don't sit stupidly, brothers, row the oars, we are the navy, show the strength that the navy should have." Dominic, I can go back and apologize to you, but for now I'm the commander of this group. ”

"Alright, obey, Commander." Dominic reluctantly took the wooden paddle handed over by Ronald and paddled hard.

"Do you think that Japanese pilot is dead? Chief. Ronald asked as he paddled.

"I think I'm dead." Enes examines the life-saving items in the ship's life-saving bucket.

"He couldn't have survived when he fell into the sea at such a fast speed." Dominic accosted.

"I wonder what he was thinking at the last moment?" The telegraph operator wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Who?"

"The pilot of that Japanese fighter."

"Only God knows, and I guess he must be regretting that he would be foolish enough to follow this madman."

"Hey, it's not my fault, how did I know that Japanese guy was going to bite us to death."

"So you crashed headfirst into the water with him, you're a genius pilot, Commander!" Dominic squinted at his captain, sarcastic in his mouth.

"I was a little slower to pull up, but we all survived, and what else are you not satisfied with." Enes argued loudly, but he seemed a little lacking in confidence.

"We survived because God had mercy, the keel was broken, the bottom of the boat was completely cracked, and God knows how I jumped out."

"I shoved you in the back."

"I know, I almost choked on the sea, you bastard."

"Sergeant, why are you talking to the commander like that."

"Shut up and paddle your paddle." Three members of the French Navy crew sat in a large inflatable life raft and rowed noisily into the distance.

"It's rare to see this scene, and you have to shoot it all. See the French battleship over there? [Dunkirk] and [Strasbourg], it's beautiful. Captain Yang was lying on the bomb seat of JU88, manipulating an aviation camera gun to "strafe" at the fleet below, and the shutter of the camera driven by the micromotor became a sound.

"Attention, Japanese fighters, five, twelve-o'clock bearing." Sergeant Rudman reported aloud.

"Japanese aircraft carriers, let me see the identification manual..."Captain Yang ripped off his thick flight gloves with his mouth and flipped through the Navy identification manual.

"There is no bridge, flat deck, it's Ryojo. The Japanese are recovering the plane, can we get closer. Yang looked back at the driver.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Captain, and now it's better not to provoke the Japanese anymore." Dickelson stretched out his finger and pointed at the Japanese fleet, which was completely unrecognizable on the sea.

"Two bombers, northeast." The anti-aircraft lookout post on the Kongo shouted, and Takasu and the staff officers hurriedly pointed their binoculars at the sky.

"It should be the bombers of the independent country, and they have come to see the excitement." A staff officer whispered to a colleague.

"If this continues, the situation will become more and more unfavorable to the Empire, and you must make up your mind, Commander. The glory of the Imperial Navy cannot be allowed to continue to be damaged in our hands. Lieutenant General Takahashi suggested.

"The fire on the deck of [Furutaka] has been extinguished, the remaining torpedoes are being transferred to the destroyer, we have done everything we can, the rest is up to the [Furutaka] itself, with the blessing of the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman, [Furutaka] will persevere." Takasu cheers himself up.

"The [Guying] damage management team reported that the water ingress in the first and second boiler compartments has been controlled, and now we are trying to find a way to plug the cracks." The herald ran up to the deck and reported.

"Very good, great, the [Gu Ying] loss management squad has done a good job, in my name I would like to express my gratitude to all the generals, fortunately." Finally hearing the good news, a smile finally appeared on Takasu's face.

"Commander, now that the situation of [Ancient Eagle] has been brought under control, then what I just proposed..."

"Well, I see, just do as you say." A stone in his heart fell to the ground, and Takasu's mood finally relaxed.

"Hah! Your Excellency, Commander, please give the order. Lieutenant General Takahashi stood upright with his hands on the side of his trousers.

"Order the fleet, except for [Xili] and [Chunfeng] to stay and continue to rescue [Guying], the rest of the ships will set off with this team and sail to the southwest, targeting the port of Bangkok." Takasu ordered to arrive.

"Ha, Your Excellency, Commander." The staff officers and officers present respectfully saluted and received the order.

"Containing the French fleet is our real task, but we didn't expect it to be done in this way." Lieutenant General Takahashi walked over to Takasu and looked at the Furutaka shrouded in gray-white smoke.

"Leave the rest to the Sixth Expulsion Team, this time [Guying] is seriously injured, and it may take a long time to repair."

"I've come to my senses, Takahashi-san."

"I don't know if it's useful, but anyway, I'll explain it to your superiors for you."

"Thank you so much, Takahashi-san."

"You're welcome, Takasu-san, that's my duty."

"It's really a disaster."

"Yes, Takasu-san." Two Japanese vice admirals stood on the side of the Kongo, leaning on the fence and sighing.

"Commander! The command of the Combined Fleet called. The communications staff officer rushed to him with a telegram.

"What's written on it?" Finding that there was something wrong with Takasu's expression, the chief of staff asked curiously.

"The Siamese Navy is under attack by the French Navy, and the command ordered us to rush into the Gulf of Siam." With a bitter face, Takasu handed the telegram to Lieutenant General Takahashi. (To be continued.) )