"Left full rudder!Sail southwest!Align course!" The icy waters of the Atlantic Ocean were cut by the sharp bow of the ship, splashing snow-white waves. A man in his thirties, wearing a white naval cap and a black leather jacket, lowered his binoculars: "Sailor on duty, on deck! ”

He commanded a state-of-the-art submarine built by German engineers in the Netherlands, arguably the most advanced submarine in the world to date, with a surface displacement of more than 1,060 tons, a range of 8,500 nautical miles, a speed of 4 knots for 60 nautical miles, and a safe dive to a depth of 165 meters.

It has 4 front-firing torpedo tubes, 2 rear-firing torpedo tubes, uses 533 mm caliber torpedoes as an attack weapon, and is equipped with a crew of 56 people, making it a very threatening underwater super killer.

As soon as the commander finished speaking, a dozen young sailors emerged from the narrow hatch behind him, giggling from the ladder welded to the conning tower, a few of them sat on an 88-mm gun, the other two stood next to the anti-aircraft guns, and the rest of them took advantage of this free time to light cigarettes with each other.

"Based on our experience, keep this course, and in another ten minutes or so, you should meet the transport ship number 7. "The last person to emerge through the hatch was an officer, who was seen as an adjutant to a man in a white naval cap. He stood behind the man in the white naval cap, and instead of descending from the conning tower to the deck, he leaned against the periscope and railing on one side.

"This set of tactics is really useful, and if it is combined with planes and reconnaissance ships, the efficiency will be even higher!" The man wearing a military cap looked at the telegram in his hand: "If it weren't for the fact that the underwater radio communication technology is not up to par, the results will be even greater." ”

"Major Dönitz, will we sink the enemy ships one day?" the lieutenant asked, puzzled.

"Of course!" Dönitz said, nodding.

"Hopefully today we can sink a big ship. ”

"Wake everyone up, open the intake valve, get ready to dive!" Dönitz ordered loudly, and then he turned around and slipped into the open hatch at his feet, one sailor after another following him.

The last sailor greedily took two breaths of fresh air before reluctantly closing the hatch at the top of the control tower, which was getting closer and closer to sea level.

They had been adrift at sea for 10 days, the beds that had been piled high with food were empty, and the cabins inside the submarine were filled with the strange smell of rotting food and the stench of human excrement. Most of them had their clothes covered in engine oil, and their beards hadn't been cleaned for days, like a bunch of wild men trapped in the mountains.

The books they had bought from the bookstore had long since been read, the pokers were distorted and unusable because of the hot and humid air, and their only entertainment now was to fantasize about the butts of the women who stood on the streets of Holland, hoping to get paid and find one when they returned.

"Major! Major Dönitz!" a soldier hurriedly ran over, holding a telegram: "The call from the Dragon's Lair is using the highest level password, but the content may be wrong!"

"How could it be a mistake?" Dönitz took the telegram with a frown, looked at it carefully, and froze there.

"What order?" the adjutant asked, looking at him, confused.

Dönitz was a little nervous and handed the telegram to the adjutant: "A call from the Dragon's Lair ordering us to sink the British transport ship number 7. ”

"Impossible! Normally, we just aim secretly and do lock-on attack training! This is not a war, how can we be ordered to open fire?" The adjutant was shocked, took the telegram and looked at it carefully, for fear of missing something.

The telegram clearly stated: The intelligence department confirmed that the transport ship number 7 was loaded with important supplies urgently needed by the British. You are now ordered to attack at the same time as the U72 boat, and be sure to attack the British transport ship number 7 with more than 3 torpedoes, disguised as a mine and sunk, leaving no room for survival. Dragon's Lair.

"Is the Dragon's Lair crazy? The adjutant didn't know if it was because of the heat or frightening in the submarine, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead: "Shall we confirm with the dragon's lair immediately?"

"This is the last telegram we received after diving, do we want to go up and send a telegram?" Dönitz looked at his adjutant, "We have entered the most prosperous shipping lanes in Britain, and it is likely to be discovered." ”

"Well, then let's ignore this message! The adjutant hesitated, but immediately thought of a solution: "Otherwise, Germany will be ruined by us." ”

"No! We'll fire a salvo of torpedoes, do it cleanly. Dönitz thought for a moment and said, "No one will see us, right? We're ghosts at the bottom of the Atlantic!"

"Major, have you ever thought that if we miss, we will be sinners in all Germany. The adjutant pleaded with a hint of anxiety, "We'll be done then." ”

"What do we train at sea every month?" Dönitz asked, staring at his adjutant, "Isn't it just so that our torpedoes can hit enemy ships?

"Attacking civilian ships will be hanged. "The adjutant is already close to pleading.

"You all think so?" asked Dönitz, looking up at all the sailors around the tower.

My father, who had served on the battleship Caesar, told me that he would seek the English for his blood if he had the chance. The sonar soldier took off his headphones and said, "I'm in favor of sinking him." ”

"Yes, sink it, let the British see how good we Germans are!" said a young sailor, also waving his fist.

Young people have passion, and they are more likely to be inspired, and several young sailors also nodded and said: "We should do it!" We have been hiding in Tibet for more than a year, so why should we make them suffer a little. ”

More and more people were in favor of the attack, and the adjutant became emboldened: "Oh God! Then hurry up! We will fire four torpedoes at the same time to ensure that the target is sunk." ”

"Captain Gretel, go to the torpedo compartment! Check all the torpedoes again! Make sure you don't make mistakes!" Now that he had made up his mind, Dönitz no longer hesitated: "All the soldiers are in place! 12 meters deep! Keep course!"

As he spoke, he pulled down his periscope and leaned his eyes up, searching for his target on the surface of the sea.

Through the periscope with a ruler and a crosshair, Dönitz saw a submarine about a kilometer away also diving, and the submarine's conning tower was flashing with lights, which roughly meant that we were preparing to attack.

It was getting dark, and it was exactly ten o'clock in the evening when it was suitable for a submarine attack, and everything seemed to be in favor of the attacker, which was a rare opportunity.

"Target! Adjust the attack!" Dönitz looked through the periscope and saw the target ship appear on the sea level, the transport ship of more than 8,000 tons was a behemoth, it did not know that it was in danger at this moment, and it was speeding towards this side with black smoke.

"Torpedo deinsurance!" ordered the officer in charge of the torpedo in a loud voice.

"Prepare for ammunition!" and "Load!" slogans came and went.

"Steady, steady!" Dönitz leaned his eyes on the periscope and held the grip with both hands, cheering up his men.

"Launch!" Suddenly, while everyone was holding their breath, he finally shouted the order that everyone had been waiting for.

"Torpedo Tube No. 1! launch!" one soldier shouted.

He made a loud report while flipping the switch: "Torpedo Tube No. 2! Launch! No. 3! No. 4! Launch! Torpedo salvo completed!"

There was a loud bang, and even on the submarine, you could feel the vibration not far away, and the first torpedo hit the target.

Then another loud bang was heard, followed by one loud bang after another, and it seemed that not only Dönitz's submarine had fired a torpedo, but also the U72 submarine not far away had fired a torpedo and hit the transport. The target ship began to explode violently, and black smoke rose dozens of meters high.

But then the transport ship broke in half, followed by an even more tragic explosion, it seems that the ship was transporting flammable and explosive munitions and materials, followed by the explosion of the torpedo, this explosion was countless times more powerful than the torpedo, and the broken transport ship instantly became a part state. From the first explosion to the calm of the sea, the whole process did not take more than 30 seconds.

"If their captain goes to the cabin for coffee, then they can't even send a distress signal. Dönitz swallowed a mouthful of saliva before speaking slowly.

"It's over?" said the first mate's expression of disbelief.

"It's sunk, no one was seen overboard, the explosion was so tragic that there would be no survivors. Dönitz sighed and said, "I guess it's an arms carrier." ”

He guessed correctly, it was a shipload of munitions from the United States to Britain, with a large number of high explosives and a small number of finished artillery shells, and this shipload was an important military material to be sold to the Belgian military, but now there was not even any dregs left.

"Hurry up and get up!" Dönitz sighed for only a few seconds before he began to give the order: "Search the sea at night!" Send a telegram to the Dragon's Lair, the attack is complete, and the target is destroyed. ”

Anna put down the phone, walked over to Accardo, who was having dinner with Krupp and Dressmann, and whispered, "The young dragon is calling, the mission is complete." ”

Accardo's eyes lit up, he picked up his glass, and laughed: "Cheers to the Nobel Prize and the Prize to be won by the Germans!"