"Riddle, do you think British submarines will really appear?" On the No. 032 two-seater "Ostrich I" bomber, co-pilot Raute chatted loudly with pilot Riddle.

"Definitely! It is said that British submarines can only reach 6 knots underwater, and it will take them almost a full day to get back to London, and they will have to float up and recharge their batteries for 1 hour, so it won't be long before you can see them! Riddle turned his head in response, and several planes patrolled the sea at low altitude in their field of vision.

"Can we sink them if they come up?" Raute said as he carefully observed the sea, lest they miss the dark and sleek British submarines.

"It's hard to say, I haven't fought again!" Riddle shook his head, he was not sure how to sink those submarines with the six 50KG bombs in the bomb bay, or use the twin machine guns in De Hale's position to contend with the cannons on the submarines, and they were given orders to spot the British submarines and try to prevent them from diving until the destroyers arrived. Thinking of this, Riddle turned his head to look at the sea behind him, and the three German destroyers that were moving at full speed had been pulled far behind.

It's been an hour since the Battle of Lostov-on-Don ended, and Riddle's 032 was the third wave of planes that had taken off from the aircraft carrier, and the previous two waves had a chance to chase down the fleeing British destroyers, and now the remaining British destroyers had already fled the area at high speed.

"Let's fly back in 10 minutes!" As soon as Riddle finished speaking, he noticed an anomaly on the water in front of him: countless bubbles appeared on the surface of the sea, the water splashed upwards from the bottom, a long, thin jar first went deep into the water, then a flat barrel-like object with an iron railing on it, and finally a long, black object floated up from the water.

Riddle suddenly became excited.

"Lauter, look there, the submarines of the British! Signal now! ”

Lauter didn't have time to observe, and hurriedly took out a flare gun. A red flare snapped up, and nearby planes and destroyers soon spotted the flare and gathered around it as fast as they could.

"Prepare to drop the bomb!" Riddle flew low over the British submarine in 032, making a quick turn and swooping down on the British again.

Raute clung to the bomb lever and silently calculated the distance in his mind. Just before flying over the head of the submarine, the fuselage of No. 032 was light, and six black bombs fell.

Laute stared at the rear, but the scene of the golden flowers splashing did not appear, and the bombs all fell around the submarine, blasting up 6 high water columns, and the submarine tossed up and down, but after only a while, it calmed down with the surface of the water. Raute patted the cockpit and shouted depressedly:

"Damn it! Didn't blow up! ”

Riddle turned his head to look, and the 032 turned to the British submarine again.

"Raut, shoot it with your machine gun this time!"

When the 032 flew back again, the British sailors were nervously running onto the bridge to control the bow cannon and the machine gun behind the bridge.

Da Da ......

Raute shook and gritted his teeth as he watched as the white bullets splashed two small columns of water on the surface of the sea, reaching the forward deck of the British submarine, and several British sailors clutched their chests as the sparks flew.

"Oh! That's great! Riddle, did you see, I hit the British! After stopping shooting, Raute waved his fist and cheered.

"Good! That's how it is to them! As Riddle spoke, two other torpedo planes roared in, and the two pilots on them smiled and waved at them.

Half a minute later, the two torpedoes fell freely into the water in an extremely graceful posture, splashing high, with white water marks and countless bubbles, heading straight for the British submarine, but the small British submarine gave way to them with a slight turn, and the torpedo pilot was so angry that he stomped his feet.

In this way, the British submarine slowly moved forward, and three planes flew in the sky, firing a string of bullets at the submarine, and white bullets continued to rise from the submarine, and each side tried to attack the other, but it seemed to have little effect.

Eventually, the delicate balance was upset by the arrival of three other bombers, two of which landed very close to the submarine, and when the bombs exploded, fragments of the submarine's bulkhead could even be seen scattering in all directions, and the submarine began to submerge into the water. The British sailors who escaped from the submarine one after another meant that the submarine was sinking, not diving!

A few minutes later, the belated German destroyer finally appeared, and the submarine was long gone, leaving only a group of British sailors adrift alone on the surface.

Riddle and Raute later learn that their first bomb had damaged the bulkhead of the British submarine, making it impossible for the other to dive properly, and they had to stay on the surface and fight the planes in a daze. However, the credit for sinking the British submarine rested on the bombers behind it, much to the dismay of Riddle and Lauter.

By noon, the depressed crowd had increased a little, and every time he saw a large number of British submariners in the cabin, the captain of the destroyer, Major Reimer, had an urge to flatten people. During the morning, a total of 12 British submarines were discovered, and German naval aviation attacked 11 of them, successfully sinking 3 and damaging 4, and the destroyer force had no record other than going to capture the damaged British submarines. The "Bonn" saw the signal twice in a row and rushed at full speed, but both times it was to wipe the butt of the aviation unit.

Major Reimer was pondering whether to go to the toilet or to flatten the British, when his lookout shouted:

"Captain! Flares! ”

Four nautical miles to the right of the Bonn, a red flare was rising.

"Full speed ahead! Go kick the British in the ass! Reimer's roar startled those around him.

The battleship quickly accelerated to 27 knots, and the spray was stirred up high by the sharp bow, and then it was splashed in all directions. However, Reimer still didn't think it was fast enough, the naval aviation unit had become a wolf-like guy in his eyes, and he still couldn't eat even a bone this time, and the main attacker who was originally planned had now become a cleaner who cleaned up the battlefield, which even the fleet commander had not expected.

In anticipation of the sailors, the "Bonn" rushed to the scene of the accident as soon as possible, but did not see the British submarine. The sea was a dead mess, there were no floating logs or oil stains, and only a few torpedo planes were still hovering in the air.

"The British ran away?" Reimer felt sorry for those planes, but he also lamented that his opportunity had come. The British submarine was raised to the surface to recharge, and just now it should have been frightened by the torpedo machine into the water, and it would not be long before it still surfaced.

The "Bonn" began to circle in the vicinity, and soon the torpedo planes returned due to lack of fuel.

As the minutes ticked by, Reimer had to admire the endurance of the British, who seemed to have been frightened by the arrogant movement of their warships, so that they simply stayed in the water and consumed the remaining air.

The speed of the "Bonn" gradually slowed down, and finally stopped at the surface of the sea.

"Everybody take a closer look at the sea! The ship's machine guns are ready to fire, so be sure to intercept a torpedo if you spot it! The turbine is also ready to start! Reimer understood the risks involved, and beads of sweat slid down his face.

The sailors stared at the calm water with wide eyes, fearing that a torpedo would suddenly emerge somewhere and take their lives.

"Periscope! Found periscope 200 yards on the starboard side! A sailor suddenly shouted, and everyone's hearts hung in the air—so close!

"Engine start!" Reimer's heart almost popped out, but he quickly remembered that he didn't have to worry about torpedoes at this distance.

"Don't worry! Torpedoes simply cannot attack us at this distance! Cannons ready to shoot! ”

The shells of the secondary guns quickly rained down near the periscope, and soon the British went deeper to the bottom of the water.

Frustrated by the missed opportunity, Reimer immediately ordered, "Sail at cruising speed!" The British have discovered us, and we can only continue to consume with them! ”

The Bonn began to circle around the neighborhood again, and soon afterwards the sailors shouted again:

"Torpedo!"

Soon, the alarm bell sounded loudly across the sea. The "Bonn" turned sideways and gave way to the torpedo, but sweat soaked the backs of almost every officer and soldier.

Finally, the British couldn't hold it anymore, and the pitch-black hull appeared behind the "Bonn" in disarray.

"The British submarine has floated! 1500 yards behind! ”

The rear guns on the "Bonn" began to fire, but the British submarine did not bother at all, but fled at full speed in the opposite direction.

"Turn! Burn the wind! Reimer stood in the command room and stared closely at the British submarine with a telescope, he could clearly see the sailors running nervously on the British submarine, the machine guns in the rear of the ship were lifted, and their only forward main gun was presumably being prepared.

The "Bonn" turned and pursued at full speed, and at a distance of 1,000 yards, the British submarine secretly fired a torpedo from the stern, causing all the German sailors to panic again.

"Turn left!" Reimer coldly gave the order.

Tens of seconds later, the torpedo grazed the starboard side of the "Bonn" and sped past, and people's hearts were relieved again.

The Bonn gradually caught up with the British submarine, and the shells fell closer and closer to its hull, but just when it was thought that the next shot would blow it up, the two front guns stopped.

"Have you reached the minimum shooting range?" Reimer sighed, and then gave the order to ram the British submarine at full speed.

The sharp bow of the "Bonn" flashed a blade-like cold light, and the British sailors were clearly unprepared for this, and they did not even have time to dive and turn......