Seeing that the helmsman had already given up his position, Lynn was a little caught off guard, but he did not regret that he took the initiative to "ask for help". Under the market economy, there is one more craft and one more way to live, and this is often the case during the war years.

After sitting down, Lynn carefully observed the several dials in front of him, although they were not as exaggerated as in the game, but they still looked very clear. During the normal navigation of the submarine, the captain did not often give orders to turn or change speeds, so much so that the helmsman only had to stay quietly at his post most of the time. After ten minutes or so, the young helmsman yawned a few times, reported to the chief engineer, and then left Lynn with a "I'll go take a nap," turned and walked away. This made Lynn really a little speechless - do you really want to treat this submarine as a game?

Perhaps because of his full attention, after sitting in the helmsman's position, the feeling of dizziness was reduced a lot, and he did not receive instructions for more than an hour. From time to time, Lynn turned his head and saw that the bearded chief engineer was not far away, either looking thoughtfully at the chart in front of the navigator, or checking the instrument panels and the exaggerated number of knobs with his hands behind his back.

The honorable man gave up his seat to his sub.

After the helmsman was gone, Lynn said to the SS non-commissioned officer next to him, who looked rather nervous: "Don't worry, the chief engineer is always there, you can ask him if you have any questions!" ”

"What the hell!" The blonde man wearing the sergeant-rank badge whispered, "I've worked on a private yacht before, but it's only a 200-horsepower boat, and you don't need to dive unless it sinks!" ”

Another guy with abnormal emotions, Lynn sighed helplessly in her heart. In contrast, the soldiers under his command are very normal most of the time, only occasionally scratching their hair, which is easy to defuse. So he tried to persuade: "Think of the great goal we are striving for, what are these little troubles? ”

"Don't tell me anything to strive for!" The non-commissioned officer gritted his teeth and said, "I'd rather fight in Berlin, I'd rather die in Berlin than protect some special people to come to such an inexplicable place!" It's just hilarious! It's hilarious! ”

Hearing this, Lynn was stunned, it seemed that the ordinary officers and soldiers did not yet know the core of the "Aryan Ark" project—would they have complained if they realized that it was the Führer himself who had escorted them all the way?

After a while, a hurried voice suddenly sounded in the microphone, which had been silent for a long time: "The southwest has found the trace of enemy aircraft, dive, dive at full speed!" ”

Just this sentence broke the calm that had been maintained in the submarine in an instant. A whimpering alarm sounded and the chief engineer began to roar: "Check the watertight doors and make sure they are all closed in a minute!" Check the water pressure! Start filling the 1st and 2nd compartments! Keep course! Keep it moving! ”

The momentary nervousness was just waiting for the phrase "keep course", and in addition to the loss, Lynn also felt fortunate - like a novice driving a new car, he didn't know how much horizontal deflection the submarine would cause when the turntable passed. At this time, the companion on the right is busy, although filling the tank with water is the job of the third helmsman, but in order to allow the submarine to dive quickly into the water, the role of the elevator is equally important. Because of this, the elevator helmsman taught the substitute much longer than his own, and when he heard the siren, the real helmsman also ran back to the command cabin as fast as he could. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the SS non-commissioned officer working according to the correct process, and said "That's right" and "That's it" in a row.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound of "bang" in his ears, and Lynn turned his head in surprise, it turned out that someone slid down the upper command cabin along the railing, but the landing posture was a little fierce, as if jumping directly from a platform of several meters.

The chief engineer immediately turned to the man in the waterproof jacket and reported: "Sir, the submarine is diving at full speed!" ”

The man didn't answer, but leaned straight behind the elevator and took off his waterproof jacket while staring at the depth gauge. Lynn half-turned his head, and sure enough, it was the submarine commander with the pipe in his mouth. Although the interior cabin was dimly lit, he could still see the cold expression on the clean face and the Iron Cross with oak leaves on the collar from a distance of less than twenty centimeters.

"Did the enemy planes spot us?" The chief engineer asked with concern.

The submarine commander with the pipe in his mouth shook his head slightly, and Lynn locked his gaze on the large dial of the depth gauge, the hands having shifted from the previous 5 to 10. According to the experience gained in the game, the submarine should dive to 15 meters to avoid being detected by enemy aircraft or ships, but there must be a gap between the game and the reality!

With the continuous filling of the water tank and the adjustment of the elevator, the submarine dived very fast, and in less than half a minute, the pointer of the depth gauge had exceeded 15, and the submarine officer standing behind the navigator also reminded loudly: "The snorkel is about to close!" The motor is ready to start! ”

The captain finally straightened up, and he turned his head to look at the others in the command cabin, and after the initial hectic chaos, everything was back in order.

"Turn off the diesel!"

The voice sounded colder than the waters of the North Atlantic, and Lynn wondered what kind of experience this submarine commander who looked to be about thirty years old, with the weight of the Silver Oak Iron Cross, there should have been a lot of Allied ships sunk, maybe it was still a trump card in the annals of history? Thinking of these, the momentum of indulging in "Hunting Submarine" came out from the depths of his heart again, why didn't he cross over to an orthodox submarine commander?

With the diesel engine turned off, the noise inside the submarine was greatly reduced, as if a large truck carrying goods had suddenly turned off, and the silence in the ears was a little uncomfortable. When the submarine was about to dive to a depth of 20 meters, the submarine commander with a pitch-black pipe in his mouth successively issued orders to "stop diving" and "raise the periscope". The ensuing scene is very similar to the one in the movie - the captain and his weapons commander stand opposite each other with the periscope as the center of the periscope, the captain staring at the periscope's observation port, and the weapons commander looking up at the periscope's azimuth scale. Whenever the captain called out "direction", he quickly reported the corresponding number.

After three turns, sometimes slowly, sometimes a little quickly, the captain returned to his starting position, during which he only asked the commander of the weapons to report his position three times, and it appeared that only a single Allied patrol and reconnaissance plane had flown into the area. Judging from the time the submarine sailed, Lynn estimated that he was less than 200 nautical miles away from the port of departure at this time, that is, more than 300 kilometers, and was completely within the combat range of the ME262. It is a pity that the Third Reich is thin, and the once glorious air force can only shrink into the last corner and fight helplessly. Now that the real Führer had quietly fled from Berlin, with a new submarine that could have sent him beyond the control of the Allies, what about the future? A comeback with technology ahead of its time? If the remnants of the Third Reich were still so ambitious, why is there no trace of the history they know, except for the rumors that are merely the talk of the people?

In the midst of real history, Lynn naturally thinks about a lot more things than before, and they are like a ring that is buttoned one by one, and now only the first one or two have been opened, and the long string behind is still hidden in the fog.

"Put away the periscope, change to a third of a slow sail, turn right 5 degrees!"

When the pipe-wielding captain gave these orders, Lynn was still immersed in her own set of questions, not realizing what the "5-degree turn to right" had to do with her.

"Hey, sergeant, what's wrong with you?" Instead of scolding Lynn, the chief engineer, who had been roaring loudly, reached out and nudged him - just touching the shoulder wound, and Lynn immediately shrank back in pain.

This movement naturally attracted the captain's attention, and when he saw Lynn's unfamiliar face and strange posture, he immediately said angrily, "What about Lambert? How do you leave a newbie at the helm alone? ”

"I stayed up all night and went to sleep!" The chief engineer kindly explained, and then taught Lynn how to steer the rudder. Under his experienced control, the hands on the dial quickly moved a small block and came to rest firmly on the scale mark.

(To be continued)