On April 15, 1943, at 5:50 a.m. EST, a convoy of convoys loaded with troops and supplies sailing from the continental United States to Europe was besieged by the German Navy on the North Atlantic route. ∮☆

At this time, the sky is not clear, the vision is hazy, and the gray clouds and haze hang low in the air, which makes people's mood become very depressing, the wind on the sea blows very strongly, and the sailors on the ship can see the white waves roaring towards the bow of the ship under the agitation of the wind, slapping heavily on the deck and hull, splashing snow-white water in all directions.

Even more ferocious than the high tides was the artillery fire of the German fleet, which did not need to defend the convoy like their opponents, but was bent on breaking the defenses of the Allied sea power and sending all the convoys to the bottom mercilessly.

A huge roar resounded endlessly at sea level, and the sky was full of ammunition. The black smoke produced after the explosion, occasionally a fire flashes on a certain ship, followed by a thunderous bang, and in the blazing fire and smoke, it will soon lose power and sink into the water with a full boat.

Due to the suddenness of the attack, not long after the war began, the situation reached a white-hot stage.

"How's it going out there?" Major McTargoth, Eric's supervisor, walked out the door and grabbed a Navy officer who was hurrying by.

"Thank God, we have avoided seven torpedoes and three waves of artillery fire and are still alive." The officer gave a simple answer and then broke free from the grasp of the intelligence officer of the 6th Army, he still had his own mission.

Looking at the back of the naval officer, the major cursed hatefully, and turned back to the cabin with a blue face. Behind him, Eric, who shared a room, sat down in his bed, leisurely reading the newspaper borrowed from the ship's officers' lounge.

McTagoth glanced at his mission object a few times, and his heart was extremely annoyed, although he had joined the 6th Army for many years, he had a lot of experience. But he has been engaged in intelligence work on the mainland, and it is the first time in his life that he has been on the battlefield, and the second time he has experienced the front line is to face a powerful enemy on the floating ocean, which is a big test of his psychological endurance.

The cannons kept firing, the hull of the ship trembled violently again and again, the surrounding metal structures were twisted into a creaking wail by the tremendous pressure all the time, and a group of sailors ran around nervously outside the hatch, and the officers commanded them to urgently carry all kinds of supplies with short passwords and whistles.

In anxiety, the Major walked back and forth in the cramped two-person cabin, getting faster and faster. Breathing more and more urgently, like a tiger trapped in an iron cage, I don't know how long it tossed, the movement outside not only did not subside, but became more and more intense, and Eric, who was next to him, was still leisurely flipping the newspaper, and the reactions of the two people formed a strong contrast, which made his supervisor look more unkind, and suddenly he stopped. Flew up and kicked at Eric's bed.

"Boom", at the moment when the military boots made contact with the bed frame, the warship they were on was about hit by a cannonball fired by the enemy ship, and suddenly there was a violent shock. The glass of the cabin was shattered by the force coming from the deck, and sharp fragments of all sizes flew everywhere in the closed cabin with the fresh sea breeze.

The Major was caught off guard and did not stand still, and slammed his head into the hard wall, blood immediately pouring out of his face.

With a touch of pity. Eric looked at his supervisor, and the tremor just now didn't affect him at all, as if those flying pieces of glass and the strong fluctuations like an earthquake did not exist.

His slightly mocking look fell on the wolf major. greatly angered the intelligence officer of the 6th Army, and under the stimulation of pain, the originally anxious mood burst like a powder keg that had been ignited.

"You think I'm ridiculous?" McTagoth, whose face was covered in blood, asked, leaning against the bed frame fixed to the floor, and now he hated this person who had put himself in danger, and without this exiled scientist, perhaps the intelligence officer would still be comfortable in his native office to review the text.

Eric smiled and didn't answer the other person's question.

This contemptuous attitude was more hurtful than his direct sarcasm, and through the blood-soaked eyeballs, the Major's eyes gleamed with viciousness.

"I see, you think your German brotherhood will come to your rescue, you think we are lost, and we can take the opportunity to slip out from under my nose, but I want to sue you that you have the wrong idea." The Major grinned and pulled a handcuff from his body.

"Now I'm going to handcuff you, and if we're done, you don't want to run away."

The thick smell of gunsmoke came from the broken window, and the major staggered to the bed frame, handcuffed and slowly approached Eric.

"The Frenchman Treville said this." Eric said, shaking the newspaper in his hand. "A military career is a life in which you learn to feed yourself with the blood of your own civilians when you cannot support yourself from the enemy—and although your time is three hundred years apart, it seems to me that Major McTagort has a very similar style to Mr. Treyville."

"your Trevier!" The major took a sip. "You're a man of unknown origin, and you just want to use it, otherwise why don't you let Stark go to Europe? I don't think you're worth anything at all. Now, give me my hand up. ”

He finally moved to the bed, grasping the bed frame with one hand, and with the other hand pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the superintendent.

Eric folded the newspapers and placed them neatly on a small cabinet nearby.

"I have good news and bad news for you, which do you want to hear first?" He asked, looking directly at McTargoth, who was pointing his gun at him.

"The good news is that you were escorted to Europe by me, and the bad news is that you were shot in the head by me?" The intelligence officer of the 6th Army gritted his teeth and smiled.

"Nope." Eric shrugged his shoulders.

"The good news is that the war will soon be over for you, and the bad news is that in five seconds a shell will pierce the ship."

Eric said, and the other man was already laughing.

"You're funny, Eric." The Major was almost out of breath with laughter. "Do you want to sue me that you're actually a psychic? Then call your cannonballs to me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the hull of the ship suddenly shook violently, and then the major's ears buzzed, and the huge sound almost destroyed his eardrums, and in a series of bangs, the adult man was forcibly thrown into the air.

Under the action of external forces, the warship suddenly lifted half of its side, the steel hull twisted and deformed like a dough kneaded by an invisible giant hand, and all the objects that were not fixed were thrown up fiercely, floating in the air for several seconds as if they had lost their weight.

When the Major fell back to the ground, he saw Eric's cold eyes before he lost consciousness completely.

Now Eric has to create conditions for him to fulfill his promise.

He got up from the side of the bed, opened the cabin door and stepped outside.

The hallway was filled with choking smoke, and orange-red flames rolled up a mass of ash that spread wildly in the black mist.

The sea breeze blew in from the cracked deck, and the fire spread so quickly that faintly Eric could hear the screams of the undead sailors out of nowhere.

"I hope the torpedo tubes are still intact, otherwise it will be a problem." He muttered, and walked to the side side as he was impressed.

This is an old destroyer, and the torpedo launchers should be designed in the middle or rear of the ship, where Eric would like to see them.

Along the way, the raging orange-red flames continued to dissipate in front of him, and the heat of thousands of degrees could have melted steel, but now they met their masters, and meekly lowered their unruly heads.

It's not that Eric's talent for magnetic fields has turned into the ability to control fire, but that his understanding has deepened again after the advent of this era.

The essence of fire is both the energy of light and heat, and the electromagnetic waves of both light and heat radiation, which are no different from metals that are easily magnetized, according to Eric.

On this warship, which had been ravaged by artillery fire, the magnetic controller slowly rose into the air, and the invisible magnetic field shrouded in all directions, the flames were quickly extinguished, and the gap that was pouring into the sea gradually closed.

When Major McTargoth woke up again, there was dead silence in the cabin, and through the broken porthole, he could faintly hear the sporadic sound of cannon fire outside, but they were far away.

After surviving the dizziness, the intelligence officer of the 6th Army struggled to get up, and now his heart was full of joy, and he was really grateful for God's grace to be able to escape a life in such a strong blow.

Of course, Mr. Major has not forgotten everything that happened before he lost consciousness, and there must be something wrong with Eric's strange words and deeds, which fully shows that his suspicions are not unreasonable.

Perhaps it was he who somehow revealed the passage of the fleet to the German Navy.

The Major thought bitterly, gasping for a moment before picking up the pistol from the ground that was stuck between the bed frame and the cabinet.

I don't know if the guy is still alive...... Should you leave this dangerous ship first, or should you search and see if you can find your own custodial person?

The two thoughts of saving his life and making meritorious service swirled in the intelligence officer's mind, making his already confused brain because of his injuries more and more confused.

Shaking his head, McTuckgoth finally made up his mind to get out of here first.

So he fumbled for the wall and cautiously walked out of the cabin.

Outside was littered with signs of breakage, shrapnel, stumps and scattered debris soaked in knee-deep water, and the ship miraculously did not sink.

Although he was not from the navy, the major could see how dangerous the shape just now was.

Just as he kept making the cross, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed him.

"Hello, Major." Eric walked over with a smile. "I was about to wake you up." (To be continued!)

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