"As for you, Chief Prien! You will be promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral and will have full command of submarine operations in the Indian Ocean in Egypt. When the officer had finished shouting, he began to congratulate loudly.

And Prion could no longer hear what he was saying: for him, not being able to go to the sea to fight was already a piece of news that made him distracted.

"Are the people up there crazy? With half of the recruits, how much will that weaken the combat effectiveness of submarines? Prian tore through the papers, looked at them carefully, and then stopped talking.

In the document, he, the newly promoted rear admiral, commanded not 20 existing submarines, but a large maritime force.

A total of 30 minesweepers and 20 speedboats were to be deployed to him to clear the minefields at both ends of the Red Sea.

In addition, he had to cooperate with the commander of the Mediterranean Fleet to draw up an operational plan for attacking the enemy fleet in the Indian Ocean.

On top of that, he will eventually have more than 30 ocean-going combat submarines in his hands, as well as seven supply vessels to serve these submarines.

Such a powerful fleet, for Prien, is almost equal to the entire possession of the submarine forces of the Third Reich Navy a year ago, which he is familiar with......

What exactly is the Führer going to do? Put such a huge power in the Indian Ocean? Isn't that the Atlantic? Are you kidding?

When he thought of this, he was relieved - the British Navy had surrendered, leaving behind enough money for the German Navy to squander for a while.

So many speedboats and minesweepers sound like a lot, but they are only a drop in the bucket of the total number of warships that the German Navy now has.

"Your first mate is transferred to Liverpool and reports to the commander of the North Atlantic Fleet, Admiral Lütjans." Glancing at the somewhat bewildered first mate beside him, the officer spoke.

Hearing the news, the smile on the first mate's face deepened, although there was no battle over there, but it was the veritable main fleet of the German Navy.

Serving there, the future seems a little brighter. Moreover, you don't have to go to the front line, and your personal safety is more guaranteed, isn't it?

There is even a grapevine that the German Navy is developing a new type of submarine that can reach an underwater speed of more than 10 knots, and will also be given priority to the Atlantic submarine force at that time.

After all, for both Raeder and Dönitz, the Atlantic Fleet is a son.

"The rest of the officers and men who remained on the U-47 submarine also had their own promotions...... The new captain will arrive in Egypt next month, so we welcome you all and have a great time in Egypt. The officer looked at the sailors who were overwhelmed as they disembarked and said with a smile.

Covered in oil stains and slightly embarrassed, each of them bearded, they looked at the officer in front of them, and they still had not digested the information they had heard.

Their captain was promoted? Became a major general? Crossed the threshold of generals in one breath and was promoted to a major general?

And their first mate, now a lieutenant colonel, is going to be transferred to a new unit as a captain?

Half of their colleagues are going to be transferred out of the U-47, the submarine they fought, and those who remain are also promoted?

At this moment, these sailors, who had just been adrift at sea for a month, did not know how to express their feelings.

If they were excited, they felt that some of their comrades-in-arms were going to leave them and go to other war zones.

But if they are sad, they feel that they should be happy and worthy of celebration when they are promoted.

For a while, the loneliness and detachment were uncomfortable, coupled with the feeling of being slightly dizzy and just returning to the ground, which made them all write on their faces.

The steamer leaned against the dock next door, and because the ship was too big, the submarine on this side was very small.

After all, this is Alexandria, one of the largest integrated ports in Africa, where battleships can be berthed, and it is one of the most important ports of the Axis powers in Africa.

The second steamer began to enter the busy harbor, and it blew its whistle, making the conversation on the dock difficult again.

"We have prepared a ship for you, and the Führer wants you to start a new job as soon as you report on your work." The officer continued to shout loudly, despite the deafening whistle overhead.

After being promoted, I took over important work, so I naturally had to go back to Europe. Prien knew that his vacation was over and that he was going back to Germany.

At the very least, he had to report back to Wilhelmshaven, where the Navy headquarters was located, and after meeting Dönitz and Raeder, who might be there, he would go to the wolf's den.

Since the Führer has put the entire submarine in the Indian Ocean under his command, he must of course show his loyalty.

If he still has time, he still wants to go home to have a look, after all, he may not have been back to his home for a long time, and it would be good to be able to go back and stay for a day.

His parents would have been happy to know that he had been promoted to rear admiral, or at least they wouldn't have to worry about their son's submarine being sunk by the enemy.

However, Prien couldn't laugh at the thought that he might never have the chance to command a submarine to hunt enemy warships across the ocean.

As a submarine commander, he really enjoyed the unfettered days of directing a submarine cruising the ocean for hunting.

Like a pirate, roam the oceans, defeat the most powerful foes, escape the tightest pursuits, and return with honor and gold coins to enjoy the praise of the people.

It's a pity that he may not have had the opportunity to take such an adventure. From now on, he would have to sit in his office, review papers, and direct the hunting submarines on the map.

There's no passion, there's no risk. He picked up the duffel bag at his feet, lifted his feet, but didn't know where to go.

"You can ride in my car, future General." The officer smiled and pointed to what appeared to be a Mercedes officer-type car that had been shipped from Germany.

Despite some windblown sand, the Nile River brings moist soil. The richest place in Egypt, the place that has been run by the British for a long time, is still very rich.

At the very least, there are bustling streets, a lot of hoarded supplies, and countless beautiful women, and aristocrats who have escaped the war to come here for recreation.

"I heard that the Navy's Indian Ocean Command is temporarily located in Port Said, and after you come back from China, you may be able to go to Cairo for a walk, which is really prosperous." The officer led Prien to his car and said with a smile.

After all, both Alexandria and Port Said were damaged by the war, while Cairo was much less damaged by the war. There was still a lot of singing and dancing there, as if the war had never happened.