The length of the submarine that sailed into the harbor was not much shorter than the one that Colonel Bach and his party were on, but the hull was obviously narrow, which was like the difference between a bamboo pole and a log, and the difference in the space and facilities in the boat could be imagined. However, Lynn wasn't picky right now, and it was thankful that he and his soldiers were on board.

Without waiting for the submarine to come to the dock, Ziggenke took out a handwritten list from his pocket and read out the numbers of the troops listed on it, and Motchig played a role similar to that of a "megaphone" - he immediately repeated in a loud voice, "7th Squad of the 2nd Commando Detachment", "3rd Task Force Combat Group", "Combat Company of Karmot", these were all the names of irregular troops, and the officers and men who came in each group were seven or eight more, and as few as three. At the end, Ziggenke finally read "Gargo's 11th Night Task Force", and Lynn quickly replied "yes", and then beckoned Warfrum and the others to come over. As the soldiers gathered, the escort of the "Aryan Ark" project that had arrived with the armored column had all withdrawn to the dock, and only the German soldiers who had been assigned to carry out the guard and defense duties were left around.

Motchig counted the number of people, turned to Ziggenke and reported: "Twenty-nine! ”

Siggenke glanced at the list one last time, quickly folded it into his pocket, and said in a low voice, "This submarine will fit in!" ”

Seeing that the submarine was approaching the dock, and that the officers and crew of the submarine were already in place, Motchig asked the major for instructions, and then faced the armored command vehicle and shouted: "Hans! ”

Immediately out of the car was the same communications non-commissioned officer Lynn had seen earlier in their car at Motchig, carrying an MP40 and a black briefcase. Running closer, he immediately reported to Ziggenk: "Sir, I have just received a telegram that the troops who have come to take over the equipment have been attacked by enemy air raids on the road and may arrive half an hour late. Our transmitters and intercoms ......"

Ziggenke turned his head to look at the armored car, the open rear of the car was facing this side, he immediately removed the submachine gun from the shoulder of the non-commissioned officer, took a few steps out, pulled the bolt, brought the gun slightly lower than the height of his shoulder, aimed sideways, and then fired continuously at the armored car. Most of the bullets were fired into the compartment accurately, and there were scattered pieces of confetti inside. It wasn't until he ran out of magazines that he lowered his gun and turned back and threw the submachine gun back to the non-commissioned officer. The barrage of action is very cool, and of course, with the accuracy of the submachine gun, the technical performance is also quite good.

Without waiting for the submarine sailors to throw the cable, Motchig shouted "32 people in total" to the submarine commander standing above the command module, and gestured with both hands.

On the barrel-shaped command module of the oval section, two submarine officers in black waterproof jackets stood, one of whom was holding a large pair of binoculars and looking at the western skyline, the other facing the bow of the boat, with a black pipe in his mouth and a cleanly shaved beard, so he looked younger. He didn't respond to the numbers offered by Motchig without any movement or words, as if he had everything in his mind. Rather, the ordinary crew members were busy and vigilant, having already raised their single-barreled guns at the rear of the command module and turned their muzzles to the west, where enemy aircraft were most likely, while others were preparing cables and landing pads.

As soon as the submarine landed, Motchig jumped onto the submarine, walked briskly under the command module, and tilted his head to speak to the submarine officer with his pipe in his mouth. In normal times, SS officers of comparable rank would not have such "admiration" for naval officers.

From a distance, Lynn couldn't hear what the pipe-smoking captain was saying to Motchig, and anyway, his voice was not very loud, and his posture was not very dragged, which always made people feel a little too calm and numb. Immediately afterwards, Captain Motchig turned around and shouted to his colleagues who were waiting anxiously by the docks: "Board the ship, board the ship in order!" ”

From the day they joined the army, the German soldiers had been instilled with a sense of strict discipline, and even if they did not see the ferocity with which Zirienke had just fired, the queue waiting to board the ship was not a little chaotic and crowded. The crowd respectfully made way for the SS major, and waited for him to walk unhurriedly across the pedals to board the submarine, and then boarded the submarine in groups according to the numbers of the troops previously pointed out - Lynn and his men were again at the end of the line.

With the arrival of the SS soldiers, the submarine in the shape of an oversized canoe clearly rises and falls, and Lynn deliberately does not look at the gradually moving waterline, but changes his mind to observe the 100% original "World War II German submarine". Its appearance is consistent with that seen in historical photographs: the deck is narrow and flat, with deck guns and anti-aircraft guns, the conning tower cabin is located in the middle and rear position, the sides are painted with white paint with the large Arabic numeral "396", and a rather obtrusive round pipe extends from below the deck, which is the common "snorkel" on German submarines in the later war.

After boarding, Major Zirienke did not drill into the cabin, nor did he go to the command tower to communicate with his naval colleagues, but walked along the deck of the submarine to the bow of the boat. Looking at the hills in the distance with a gloomy expression, he looks like a wanderer who is about to leave his homeland and travel far away, silently storing infinite thoughts.

"It seems that this trip must not be as simple as going to Kiel or Denmark!" Lynn thought to herself. When the soldiers in front of him walked through the pedals in turn, he endured the pain in his leg and boarded the submarine with the help of Wolfrum, and the problem arose - the captain of the navy with a pipe saw that several soldiers, including Lynn and Brewer, were carrying infrared night vision equipment, and told Mottchig to lighten his load. The SS captain explained with great embarrassment that these night-vision equipment were valuable and that they should not be abandoned at will.

Lynn originally thought that the unsmiling submarine commander would be very unhappy, but he nodded and ordered the crew through the microphone in the command cabin: "Throw away all superfluous items, and leave only sixty people with food and fresh water for a week"!

Sixty servings, a week, this number suddenly aroused Lynn's great curiosity. It seems that with the SS officers and men who boarded the submarine, the total number of people on board the submarine would not have exceeded 60, and on the reverse count, the submarine had less than thirty crew members on board. As for "a week", according to the general speed of German submarines during World War II, they could sail up to 1,500 nautical miles in seven days of day and night, and from here it was just enough to sail into the North Atlantic. Could it be that the destination is the cold Arctic Circle?

Climbing down the hatch next to the bow gun, Lynn endured the pain in her legs and shoulders, so much so that when she went down to the cabin, beads of sweat the size of beans ran down her sideburns. The interior of this submarine is not as full of oil stains as imagined, but the roar of the diesel engine is very noisy, and the space is really narrow enough, and when someone comes to meet in the compartment, both of them must lean sideways against the bulkhead to stagger it, and the hatch door is even smaller, and you must bow your head and bend down when you walk by. Looking at the same cramped crew cabins, one more person had to be planned and calculated, and this time there were thirty-two people squeezed in!

“23…… 24......"A Navy non-commissioned officer in a black ship-shaped military cap points to the number of people with his finger. Lynn was the 24th to enter the submarine's inner compartment. The non-commissioned officer estimated, pointed in the direction of the stern and said: "There is no place in the front, go to the back, go to the torpedo compartment in the stern!" ”

When Lynn turned around, Wolfrum had already come down with his night vision gear, and seeing that Lynn was sweating profusely, the veteran bent down without hesitation: "Come, I'll carry you away!" ”

Walking on the flat ground in front of me is nothing, and this trip from the vertical passage of the submarine, Lynn's thigh wound hurts badly, and he feels that the bleeding is certain, but he is afraid that the sutures are about to crack at this time. But the inside of this submarine was too cramped, and Wolfrum took two more assault rifles and a heavy battery box, he gritted his teeth and shook his head: "It's okay, I'll just walk slowly!" ”

Pity is also helpless, Wolfrum walked in front, and Noahben, who followed down, also wanted to help Lynn, but was also politely declined by Lynn.

(To be continued)