For a time, the confusion of the two ghost submarines filled the mind of the commander of the British escort fleet. It was a submarine full of mystery and horror, one of which had already caused a headache for the Icelandic side, and now there were two of them, which would have shocked the entire British fleet.

However, before he could come to his senses, several more ships were hit and exploded in the transport fleet in front of him, and the entire sea surface was like a lit fireworks factory, bursting with huge flames everywhere, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Transport ship H12 is sinking, they have sent a telegram for help! H13 is burning, that ship is carrying food, and it looks like it can hold out for a while. The H30 had broken and was sinking rapidly, and its captain was dead. A telegraph operator was holding several telegraph newspapers and nervously reporting the damage caused by the attack that had just occurred.

"The destroyers on the left flank immediately accelerated forward! Put on an anti-submarine formation to drive away the German submarines! Even if there are two ghosts, sink them for me! The British Empire's 100 years of sea power! We will never give in easily! The spirit of Nelson is with us!" The commander, who came to his senses, roared loudly and gave the battle order to encircle and suppress the enemy's submarines.

"Speed up! Catch up with the opponent's submarine! Prepare for battle with depth charges! Adjust the course! Sonar troops, confirm the position of the opponent's submarine! Report its course and speed at any time!" The first mate also issued the ship's basic combat order, and the newly launched US antisubmarine destroyer immediately rolled up the waves as if it had been beaten with blood, and killed the German submarine at its position.

And not far behind this destroyer, an old British destroyer with a double chimney is exploding violently, and the torpedo just now has caused it very great damage, and the sea water has poured into the hull, and there is no way to continue to rescue it.

Further out of the sea from the exploding destroyer, more transport ships were in disarray, some unlucky ships had caught fire and exploded, the sea was full of overboard crew members calling for help, and some people were standing on the side of the ship trying to find a way to lower the lifeboats hanging on the side of the ship.

The speed of the entire fleet had dropped to an almost stationary level, and some ships began to turn to the left, hoping to avoid these obstacles and increase their speed.

"Avoid those torpedoes! Slow down! Reverse! Hurry!" Looking at the burning and exploding ships on the sea, the captain of a transport ship shouted orders to his men, but his reversing action soon affected another transport ship not far away, and both ships could only slow down and stop, ready to adjust their course before continuing to move.

Unfortunately, there was one ship that never had such a chance again, and the transport ship on the left was hit in the tail by a torpedo that leaked all the way from the side, and the whole hull shook violently, and then, like other ships that were hit, began to sink slowly.

Even more troublesome came in front of the fleet, when the destroyers who had gone to attack the German submarines discovered that they had two targets in their sonar positioning system, and they were almost identical targets. They are equally quiet and very fast.

The two targets seemed to be able to sense the approach of each other's ships, and they actually scattered and fled to both sides with incredible underwater speed. When the sonar crews on the British destroyers could tell that these were two submarines, it completely made everyone a little desperate.

"There were at least 10 torpedoes in the first wave of attack, and this attack speed, it is already certain that it is indeed the Ghost! Apart from it, no submarine can have such a fast torpedo loading speed. A British officer looked at the damage report, frowned, and said with a headache.

Another corroboration was also quickly established, the submarine that suddenly attacked with a cold arrow on the right flank had a speed of more than 10 knots, a speed that had never been heard of before, and absolutely only one submarine could do it, and that was the legendary North Atlantic Ghost.

But before the three destroyers chasing the ghost submarine caught up with the ghost, the analysis report on the other side was also sent to the fleet commander. Incredibly, the attack density directly ahead exceeded that of the flank, and the frontal attack had at least 20 torpedoes at the same time, which was almost the entire attack firepower of a wolf pack submarine formation.

What's even more terrifying is that after the attack, the other side actually split into two ways to escape, and the sonar signal shows that there are only two sound sources, and the speed has exceeded 10 knots, and the destroyer that went to carry out the anti-submarine combat mission head-on was a little confused for a while, and did not know what was going on.

It's not two ghost submarines, it's three damn ones! What kind of concept is that? This almost represents a message that there is indeed a new type of submarine in the submarine force of the damn Third Reich Navy, and the performance is so good that while you fill it, this terrible weapon is still being mass-produced!

The reason why the superstitious legend of ghost submarines has been circulating in the British Navy fleet is partly due to rumors and ignorance, and on the other hand, we have to admit that this is the psychology of the British Navy that does not want to see more ghost submarines.

Imagine if it was really a ghost submarine piloted by demons, then at most Britain would have to endure the torture of such a submarine. But one day it was known that this thing was an epoch-making superweapon developed by the German technical department, so how much would the British pay?

One ship is still a headache, what if it is ten? What if it is a hundred? With so many terrible weapons that cannot be caught and unsinkable on the waterway, can the British Navy, which has become no longer powerful, still be able to hold on to its fragile lines of transport?

What makes people desperate is that even with such fear, even with such prayers, the most undesirable thing appeared in front of the British Royal Navy, and the facts proved very clearly that the German submarine technology was indeed mature, and it could be mass-produced and mass-produced to equip the troops.

"Gentlemen, now, let's start the game! Let the Brits see what a real navy is!" Prion put away the periscope, glanced at the two sonar soldiers, and said loudly: "Start diving, depth 110, speed up to 15 knots, change course with the left full rudder, let them hear us!"

"Heading 15 knots!Motor increased output!" The sailor in charge of the power replied to Prien's order. Behind him, the helmsman had already begun to beat the steering wheel to the end, and the entire submarine shook slightly due to acceleration and steering, and everyone's feet were like stepping on a soft sponge.

"Tail torpedo on standby! If the opponent, the sonar soldier pays attention to the enemy's sound signal! Confirm the opponent's speed and course!" As the depth of the submarine began to change, Prien knew that his advantage was getting bigger and bigger, although he couldn't tell how many British ships had been sunk, but in the sonar man's headset, he could still hear the dull explosion in the distance.

If nothing else, Prien's attack would have cost at least half of the huge fleet of ships, a feat that would have been achieved at night and with the best of luck. And now, the German submarines are blatantly killing, and the British are more effective and have not even organized a counterattack.

In the past, the old German U-boat only had 4 torpedo tubes in the bow, so if you want to launch more than 30 torpedoes in one go, you need at least 8 submarines to do it. The current new submarine can launch 12 torpedoes in one go, so if you want to launch more than 30 torpedoes, you only need 3 submarines to do it.

That's why Prion dared to form a wolf pack with 5 new submarines and launch a sneak attack when dawn came, when the opponent was most mentally relaxed. His attack also proved to be very successful, and at least for the time being, his attack tactics caused huge losses to the British.

Prion didn't know what kind of record his friendly submarine was doing now, he only knew that his submarine had sunk at least one destroyer and three transports of the other side between dives, and as for the rest, it could only be confirmed by friendly forces in the other two directions.

The friendly submarines in the other direction, that is, the two new submarines in the front, did not live up to their reputation as hunting aces, and they were able to be the first to be equipped with new submarines, and the previous achievements of these German sailors were not simple. Each team is a ruthless character who has sunk at least 20 ships, and all of them are underwater demons that the British Empire hates.

This one-sided performance crushing is a game of magnitude for these captains and crews, who are accustomed to maneuvering with their opponents' destroyers with old equipment. They hunted in the vast Atlantic, increasing their tally as much as they could to become the most powerful hunters.

Just when the entire British fleet was anxious about the three "ghosts" that appeared at the same time, a British crew member who was driving on the outermost left side of the British fleet, and was responsible for observing the movement of the water, saw a slender periscope in the lens of the telescope, cut through the water, and approached him little by little not far away.

He put down his binoculars, stared at his companion with wide eyes, and then scolded loudly in the most desperate voice: "Oh, ****, we are in trouble this time!"