Darkness shrouds the rough seas, and it seems that the North Atlantic is forever manifesting its impermanence and brutality. By the moonlight and the dim lights above the submarine, Prion waited for his wolves in the icy wind.

Along with these wolves came a German submarine supply ship disguised as a British merchant ship. The young captain of the supply ship was so excited to see Prion that he insisted on jumping onto the submarine and shaking hands with his idol.

In fact, if you want to list the most dangerous types of troops, the only one who has the ability to compete with the submariners is the soldiers on this camouflage supply ship, they only have 1 camouflaged 88 mm cannon on board, this level of armament makes the camouflage supply ship sink as long as it is discovered by the enemy.

Sadly, because they were disguised, the soldiers on such ships were not protected by international law, and they were basically shot or brought back to the rear to be interrogated and tortured in the harshest way.

Because of this, camouflaged supply ships generally suffered heavy losses if they were discovered by the enemy, so it became a problem to replenish the personnel of such ships, and in the end these young crews were replenished by the most fanatical young men of the SS, who, from the moment they came aboard, were already determined to give everything they had for the Führer and the Reich.

Looking at these immature faces in front of him, Prion didn't know why he was fighting: he was in the navy, and he was out of the country, wasn't he just for the sake of the young people of the motherland and a brighter future? Now that these young people have gone to the battlefield, what are they for? In order to make those babies happier?

Having lost his father, losing his brother, and a whole family being torn apart, is it true that a baby who grows up like this will have no problems in his life? When they grow up, do they still need to continue to fight for hatred? Prion frowned, numbly accepting the other party's hug.

"Colonel Prien, I have heard about your glorious deeds a long time ago, and in order to learn from you, I volunteered to join the SS Naval Affairs. It's great to see you here to refill your submarine with torpedoes and fuel. While shaking hands and hugging, the captain of the supply ship said to Prien with a smile.

Then the young man turned back and commanded the equally young sailors on board: "Hurry up! Lift the torpedoes! We don't have much time, let's get to action at once! The fifth squad is responsible for loading the fresh vegetables and the canned food onto the boat, and resupply them together to speed up!"

"Yes!" On the side of the ship, some SS soldiers who were watching the excitement began to get busy, some lifting the camouflage canvas on the ship, others reassembling the disassembled cranes to prepare for the huge torpedoes of the U-47 submarine.

The canvas was lifted, the torpedoes with the warheads painted red were revealed, and the shiny shells glistened in the faint light above the ship, so that a supply ship would normally carry a large amount of supply ammunition to replenish as many German submarines as possible.

"How long have you been adrift at sea?" asked Prien, looking at the moon in the sky and exhaling a puff of smoke, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the submarine's conning tower enclosure.

"It's been 27 days, I replenished the ammunition for the X-33 boat team once, and then I received the Neptune code, and I came here to rendezvous with a top-secret submarine, and I didn't expect to meet you here. The young captain of the supply ship refused the cigarette, and he shyly added: "Smoking is not allowed on the arms carrier, so none of us on this ship can light any flames." ”

The Neptune cipher is the latest set of new cipher programs in Germany, designed by Turing and his math team, with near-infinite variations, as the highest-level cipher for the German Navy, dedicated to the most secret communications. I don't know why, but the German cipher has been changed regularly and frequently, and I heard that it was a rule set by the Führer himself.

"......" Prion was silent for a few seconds, then took a puff of his cigarette, nodded, and said with a bit of vicissitudes: "Hard work." ”

In the distance, in the dim moonlight, the crane was hoisting a slender torpedo and descending little by little above the submarine's loading port, where more than a dozen sailors were already standing, who were already standing on the shaking submarine with their arms stretched out, trying to catch the falling torpedo on the undulating deck of the submarine.

As the steel cable continued to be lowered, the torpedo was finally caught by the soldiers, and then they carefully aimed the torpedo at the loading port, and little by little pushed the guy filled with explosives and other dangerous goods inside. Although the torpedo insurance has not been opened, for a submarine, something of this quality is still a very lethal thing.

The first torpedoes were quickly sent into the interior of the submarine, and because of the streamlined design of such submarines, the area of the deck was not as large as that of the old ones. Because of this, the time required for the replenishment of this new type of submarine at sea has been passively extended.

On the other hand, at the tail of the submarine, a dinghy was already leaning against the hull of the submarine, and the soldiers on it tied the cable and carefully took the cans handed by the SS soldiers on the dinghy. These things are precious treasures, and they have to rely on this supply for a long time on the dry seas.

On the deck of the supply ship, the young soldiers of the SS were busy, they had already hoisted the second torpedo to the sound of slogans, and along the way they had already resupplied three submarines with ammunition, so now they could be called very experienced veterans.

Seeing these young men in black SS uniforms and without even a military rank busy on the deck, Prion reluctantly threw the burning cigarette butt in his hand into the sea, and then lit a cigarette casually. These young men were not even soldiers, or even replacements for the Navy, and with their love for their country and their adoration of the Führator, they came here to carry out the most dangerous mission in the world.

"Go back, and then don't do this kind of mission anymore, you should be in school, even if you need to go to war, you should be in the training camp, you should stay for half a year. Eventually, Prion struggled to open his mouth. He had seen too many young men on the battlefield, and it was not something he personally liked to see.

There are too many young people on the battlefield, Prion once saw a young man named Wren in the newspaper, he has become a tank ace captain at a young age, he has destroyed countless tanks, and the number of kills is not far from the bloodthirsty demon king.

I heard that there is also a man named Hartman in the Air Force, who is also a devil soaring in the sky, he is not yet 20 years old, but he has killed more than 100 enemy pilots.

Of course, in terms of the total number of killings, Prion himself is the deserved king, and on the battleship he sank, the enemy soldiers who sank to the bottom of the sea with the battleship were seven, if not 10,000. However, as a rule of thumb, people tend to forget to count themselves in such situations.

"If we don't come here, where else can we go?" the young man's expression was a little unnatural, and he said: "Everyone is dedicating their strength to the motherland, but we people are being asked to stay at home and wait for the news of victory at the front. This in itself is unfair to us. ”

As he spoke, he looked at his camouflaged supply ship and continued, "No one is immune to this war. For the sake of the Führer, we vowed to fight until the last moment, not for glory, not for anything else, but only for the day when we would stand in the sun and not be pointed out by our own brother that we had won the most cruel war by our own father and brother. ”

Prien was stunned for a moment, then looked at the young captain, and suddenly felt that his thoughts were a little extreme, everyone should contribute their own strength to their motherland, if this can really be done, this nation and this country, what else can stop its rise?

"Like you, I swore in front of the flag that I would fight for my homeland, for the Führer, and he led us out of the shadow of defeat so that we could stand up straight. Since he needs our help, we'll help him do what he needs!" The young man saw that the fourth torpedo had been sent into the submarine, and loudly reminded his partner to adjust the position of the ship to avoid a collision.

To give your young life for the sake of your vow? If you would say that on a battlefield where bullets were flying? If you would say that when you saw the sea water rushing into your cabin, and the cold and piercing sensation made both legs unconscious? Prion really wanted these young beings to hurry home, really wanted to remind them to stay away from the brink of death, but when he saw the young man's youthful face, he couldn't say anything.

They are young, they are impulsive, they are working hard for their vows, and this spirit is to be encouraged. But this is a war to the death, does it really take so many immature lives to sacrifice in exchange for a more brilliant and brilliant whole country?

Another light came from the sea, and it looked like another submarine had arrived at its designated position. Prion's wolves are almost finished gathering here, and they are still waiting for the last submarine to arrive, and then they will fight back to the heavily guarded waters of the British, where they will make a big fuss.

"Good luck. After the last torpedo was stuffed into the refill port, Prion said to the departing young captain: "Do your best and live!"