Chapter Seventy-Three: Submarine Sortie III

At 1:06 a.m. on June 13, 1909, there was silence in the harbor of Singapore, England, the moon hung high in the sky, the lights of the lookout post in the harbor flickered, and some soldiers at the post were dozing off with rifles. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info the electric lights hanging on several tall wooden pillars on the edge of the harbor swayed with the breeze, looming the entire harbor.

Inside the Singapore Harbour, whoa! 10 A few water sounds, six submarine Ghost-class submarines, six improved XXI submarines surfaced. The massive back of the ghost of the sea floor appeared on the surface of the harbor, and it did not attract the attention of the soldiers at the outpost in the harbor. At this time, they were snoring with their rifles.

Wang Ya, the captain of the submarine ghost class 026, stood on the watchtower of the submarine, and next to him stood a herald. Wang Ya is not only the captain of the ship, but also the commander of this submarine squadron.

Wang Ya took out her night vision binoculars and looked at the battleships anchored in the harbor, and after seeing them, she was overjoyed, and there were four battleships, 10 cruisers, more than 20 destroyers, dozens of gunboats, merchant ships, and transport ships, ......

Seeing that these warships were all anchored in the harbor, Wang Ya was overjoyed, even if she didn't need to aim, she fired indiscriminately, and 12 submarines carried so many torpedoes, which were enough to send the British Far East Fleet to the bottom of the sea.

Then, Wang Ya gave the battle order. Wang Ya must fight quickly, Wang Ya led this small team not only to sink the old British Far East Fleet, but also to do their best to annihilate all the British maritime forces in the South Seas.

"Target stationary, calibrate target ..... immediately"

"Target calibration."

"The target is at a distance of 1000 meters. .....”

"The torpedo was adjusted to 45 nautical miles per hour, and torpedoes No. 1 to No. 6 were ready to be fired in a fan."

Wang Ya was mentally calculating the distance of one of the British's battleships and ordered to prepare for a torpedo attack.

"Torpedo No. 1 ready."

"Torpedo No. 2 is ready."

"Torpedo No. 3 ready! .......”

If it was daylight or before the enemy was prepared, Wang Ya would never dare to take risks, and would never dare to blindly and brazenly let the submarine stop on the surface of the water and launch torpedoes. Otherwise, the shore defense artillery on the shore is not vegetarian, and the armor of the submarine is very weak, and it will not be able to withstand a single shell from those large-caliber shore defense guns.

"Launch!" Wang Ya ordered excitedly.

"Launch!"

"Torpedo No. 1 fired."

"Torpedo No. 2 fired."

"Torpedo No. 3 has been fired......"

12 submarines, each with six torpedo tubes, can fire 72 torpedoes at once.

"Load the torpedo now!"

Two huge torpedoes were fired from the nose of submarine 026, and the torpedoes rushed towards a battleship with some splash in the tail.

For a torpedo with magnetic tracking, attacking these battleships parked in the harbor was a matter of handy.

Each of the 12 submarines has its own goals, and there is a clear division of labor.

In the first round, 72 torpedoes were fired, all of which hit the intended target.

"Twenty meters down." Wang Ya ordered.

"Twenty meters down."

"Twenty meters down ......"

"Get out of port!"

"Get out of port!"

After firing the first round of torpedoes, Wang Ya hurriedly let the submarine dive, because the enemy might let the shore defense run away at the first time, and it was very unsafe for the submarine to stop on the water. It is safest to sail out of the port, and as for those battleships that have not yet been sunk, they can come back and forth.

Boom! Dozens of loud noises were heard, and dozens of mushroom clouds more than ten meters high rose from the waterline of those ships.

The 533mm caliber torpedoes accurately hit their respective targets, and the shock wave generated by the explosion caused many crew members on the ship to be instantly killed on the spot.

The battleship was too big and too heavy, and it just exploded on the water. And many of those cruisers, destroyers, and supply ships were lifted out of the water by the violent blast of gas, and then fell heavily on the sea.

In the midst of countless mushroom clouds, many of the British's warships were blown up and disintegrated on the spot. When the mushroom cloud disappeared, I saw that the hulls of the dozens of battleships moored in the harbor were blown into several pieces, and countless steel fragments were splashed around.

Many British sailors didn't know what was going on and died to see their God.

The harbor had already been ablaze, and the sparks from the explosion of those battleships were flying everywhere, and some of the small-tonnage gunboats moored in the harbor were completely covered by the sparks that were splashing away.

On several battleships that did not sink immediately, many panicked British sailors were crying for life jackets, and then jumped into the sea with a puff.

So many battleships were sunk, and these Brits didn't know what was going on, and they were all fleeing for their lives in a panic.

The captain of the battleship Buckingham Palace was awakened from his dream by a loud explosion, and he ran out of the lounge wearing a pair of shorts.

Seeing that more than a dozen warships in the port had been hit, and many warships were catching fire and disintegrating and sinking, the captain was at a loss.

"What the hell is going on? Who attacked our fleet? The captain of the battleship Buckingham Palace asked, holding a fleeing sailor with both hands.

"Report sir, I didn't see the enemy at all, I don't know how these battleships exploded!" The sailor looked dazed and didn't know what was going on.

Fierce sirens sounded in the harbor, and there were busy British soldiers, many of whom did not even put on their coats and began to run to their combat positions, especially those operating shore defense guns.

No one knew what the fleet was attacked, and there was no sign of the enemy. The gunners who operated the shore defense guns wasted hundreds of shells after firing indiscriminately outside the harbor, and they didn't even know where the enemy was.

On the 026 submarine, Wang Ya looked at the soldiers excitedly, this is the first stop of the submarine of the Chinese Navy, and it is also a maiden battle, I didn't expect the results to be so brilliant. If you have such a big record on your side, the other formations shouldn't be much worse. Wait a minute, drive the submarine back, come back to the carbine, and sink the four battleships together, and this will complete the task of sinking the British Far East Fleet.

"Captain, I see that there is a floating dock in the port, do you want to kill it together?"

"Well, I'll sink everything I can sink, but everyone be careful when I go back this time, we must not make mistakes."

"Yes!"

After 40 minutes, 12 submarines slowly returned to port from the bottom of the sea.

"Float 15 meters!"

"Float 15 meters!"

"Raise the periscope!"

When Wang Ya looked into the periscope, she saw that there were only four battleships and some torpedo boats and small gunboats left in the harbor. The fires on several battleships had been extinguished, the battleships were in shambles, and several battleships had already tilted to the side. Even if the attack was not taken, these four battleships could not go to sea to fight at all without major repairs.

Everyone had never experienced actual combat, and Wang Ya was stunned by the huge power of this torpedo, and the first mate on one side asked, "Captain, what's the situation in the port outside?" ”

"See for yourself!" Wang Ya rubbed her eyes, let go of the periscope, and the adjutant hurriedly stepped up.

When the adjutant saw the situation inside the port, he was also stunned by the scene in front of him.

"Shoot a round of torpedoes and blow it up like this?"

"It's horrible."

Then, Wang Ya gave the order to attack again.

"Target calibration."

"The target is at a distance of 1000 meters. .....”

"The torpedo was adjusted to 45 nautical miles per hour, and torpedoes No. 1 to No. 4 were ready to be fired in a fan."

"Torpedo No. 1 ready."

"Torpedo No. 2 is ready."

"Torpedo No. 3 ready! .......”

"Launch!" Wang Ya ordered.

"Launch!"

"Torpedo No. 1 fired."

"Torpedo No. 2 has been fired......"

There were only six submarines that launched torpedoes this time, and the others were playing soy sauce. Wang Ya knew that sinking four battleships that had already been injured would not require such torpedoes at all.

Each of the four submarines fired only four torpedoes, and two more attacked the massive floating dock.

"Dive to 30 meters and leave immediately"

After the torpedo was fired, Wang Ya immediately ordered to leave the port. As for the results of the four battleships and the dock, Wang Ya already knew that so many powerful torpedoes were sent out, and there was only one result, that is, all of them disintegrated and sank.

Shortly after the submarine formation left, four British battleships were torpedoed again and quickly disintegrated and sank. After being hit by 12 torpedoes, the huge floating dock was too severe to sink to the bottom of the sea.

The commander of the Far Eastern Fleet did not expect the enemy to come back again and completely sink and disintegrate the four battleships. Even if these warships are salvaged, they will have no value at all.

However, the commander of the fleet knew what weapon the enemy had used to sink his fleet, and that was the submarine.

The British Empire is also developing submarines, but it doesn't have much range and attack power yet, and I didn't expect the enemy's submarines to be so advanced? The commander of the fleet hastened to send the losses for the evening back to London.

That night, the British Indian Ocean Fleet anchored in the port of the Burmese colony was also attacked, and more than 60 warships, including five battleships, were sunk and disintegrated in the harbor. Suffering such a strong loss, the commander of the Indian Ocean fleet had no choice but to report the loss to London.