In this world, because of the wide area, many things happen by colleagues, and when the Japanese Navy is still fighting to the death with the US Navy, the battleship Marshal Raeder, who has gone to Iceland to show off its military might in the German military port in the middle of the night, is slowly approaching its dock.

Because it was late at night, there was no military band standing on the pier to greet the triumphant soldiers, but being able to return to land and enjoy a short vacation was the best time these sailors longed for. Many soldiers carried their luggage and the money they had saved, and walked down the suspension ladder with laughter, and the whole dock suddenly became lively.

In order to increase the concealment of their fleet's voyages, the main force of the German Navy basically used Wilhelmsport as a base for activities. Because if they docked at other French and British ports, they would soon be detected by British and American spies, and closely monitored. Although the German spy agencies tried very hard to find out the foreign spies planted in the German occupation zone, the actual results were not satisfactory.

These low-level spies are like small fish in the ocean, they are huge in number and do not require training. Any local who was dissatisfied with the Third Reich could turn into such a spy, and the tasks they carried out were not dangerous and indeed difficult to detect. As long as they returned home and observed more of the surrounding events, and then sent some telegrams on the activities of the nearby German troops, they could be considered to have completed their mission.

On the other pier, listening to the hustle and bustle not far away, the silhouette of the huge warship could be seen by the faint light. Compared to that side, the sound here is small and trivial, and unlike the ships arriving at the port over there, the ships docked at this pier are ready to leave the port.

Two new German ocean-going submarines docked on this pier on the left and right, and when the sea breeze blows, it still has a cool feeling. The North Atlantic, even on its warmest days, is not as calm as other oceans, and the men on this dock are accustomed to the challenge of choppy waves.

Prien lit a cigarette and stood next to his submarine, looking at the sea that he couldn't tell at all. It was pitch black, as if it were a monster with its bloody jaws wide open, devouring the lives of all those who provoked it. Taking a deep breath, Prion highlighted a cloud of smoke and the white navy cap that was draped diagonally above his head made him look open-minded with a hint of vicissitudes.

Just over a dozen hours ago, the command of the German Navy's submarine forces confirmed the sad news that the ace of the submarines, the captain of the U-30, the 26-year-old Fritz Julius Lemp, had sunk in the sea near Iceland along with his submarine.

In a short period of one year, this accomplished submarine captain sank 41 Allied transport ships of various kinds, with a total tonnage of more than 170,000 tons. Prien had just laid a wreath at the poor companion, and the simple ceremony took place in the auditorium not far away.

Dönitz had been here during the day, and the auditorium was crowded with crew members from various submarines and people who knew the ace submarine captain. All the officers and men of the new ocean-going submarine U-47 visited this honorable colleague and offered their most sincere respect.

Lemp's young wife cried uncomfortably next to the empty coffin, and Lemp's four-month-old child, who was held by his grandmother, slept soundly in such a miserable environment. He may not have known that his father was gone, and that the pain would stay with him for the rest of his life.

"I heard that it was a mechanical failure, do you dare to believe it easily?" Prion smoked a cigarette in annoyance as he complained to the lieutenant who was also spitting clouds and fog standing beside him, "An ace captain who once played with a dozen destroyers in the enemy's escort fleet was surrounded by the enemy because he couldn't dive because of a malfunction. Hell!"

The people who fought on the ocean were isolated from the world for a long time. Their behavior has become odd, and the way they speak and the ups and downs of their mood are as moody as the water. As for the officers and men of the submarine forces of the German Navy, the tests they faced were even more terrifying.

They battle their wits with their enemies, attack closest to them and escape from them with their skill, and like matadors, they challenge powerful enemies, take their most precious and break their will.

In the same way, they have to fight against the surging waters of the undercurrent, and use their fearless spirit to challenge the majesty of nature. They braved the stormy seas and forged ahead, entrusting their lives on a small boat with a displacement of just over 2,000 tons. Now, they have to worry about whether their ship will break down, which is like rubbing salt in their wounds.

"He was very brave, and after dismissing the crew, he destroyed the cipher machine, and then unscrewed the sea felling and sank it with the ship. The adjutant smoked a cigarette as he shifted his position, letting go of the head chef and the non-commissioned officers who were carrying vegetables and fruits to the submarine.

The adjutant gave up his seat, took another puff of his cigarette, and continued: "I heard that his adjutant sank with him, and I can do that, if we really have such a day." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the various medals hanging from his chest, smiled as if self-deprecating, and shook the arm holding the cigarette at Prien: "You see, the British can't be allowed to capture a German officer with a knight's Iron Cross? ”

"Don't worry, I won't be sunk like him. Seeing that preparations were nearing completion, Prion dropped the remaining puff of cigarette in his hand, then ran it over with his foot and strode towards his submarine. The guards on the side of the ladder stood upright and raised their arms: "Long live Führer Accardo?"

"Long live the Führer!" Prien symbolically raised his arm, and led his lieutenant to the submarine that was about to accompany them on their expedition to the sea. He was rubbed by several skilled workers, who were the last to check the state of the submarine.

The more high-tech something is, the more likely it is to malfunction. This is a constant principle that applies in most cases. Before the invention of firearms, few soldiers would have died from their bows and arrows, and Nokia's reputation for the durability of the phone was by no means since they used the five-inch screen.

Germany has always been at the forefront of the world's military science and technology, and it is not without paying its own price. How many people have silently sacrificed their precious lives in order to make a weapon more mature on the front line?

Especially in the high-tech branches of the Air Force and the Navy, the Germans have paid many, many painful prices that others cannot imagine. At least 45 pilots died outside the battlefield as a result of test flights of new aircraft, and two German submarines and their teams had been laid to rest at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean a few months earlier because of the use of new, immature magnetically guided torpedoes.

Behind the glorious achievements of the three German armies are the sleepless efforts of countless scientific and technological personnel, as well as the silent dedication and adventure of countless soldiers and officers. No matter how low the failure rate is, no matter how reliable and stable the equipment is, there will be some problems of one kind or another, but in the extreme environment of the battlefield, once such and such problems appear, only soldiers will pay with their lives.

"Let's go!" Prien stood on his submarine control tower, leaned against the railing and said his order indifferently, the cable was thrown towards the dock, the engine began to work slowly, the slender and beautiful submarine began to move forward slowly, and under the control of the steering gear, little by little away from the dock.

"We're going to avenge you, brother. Prian looked at the auditorium, which was still slightly lit in the distance, and said softly. Beside him, when the adjutant heard this, he also looked at the indistinguishable auditorium in the distance. There was a living life there, a hero who once led more than 50 people and fought bloodily for Germany.

Everyone on the submarine didn't seem to be in a good mood, in fact, in addition to attending the funeral of a companion before leaving, which made everyone feel a little depressed, it was more because of the voyage itself. In fact, they have seen too many such funerals, more than 100 submarines have sunk in the sea, and everyone is no longer surprised by the death.

However, the voyage meant that the 57 of them were about to survive alone at sea, and while attacking the enemy, they had to carefully avoid the enemy's search and attack, and they had to spend countless sleepless nights, under the sound of the enemy's sonar, and in the patrol of the planes in the sky, trying their best to cause trouble for the enemy. They were accompanied by the monotonous roar of machinery, boring instrument panels and electronic instruments, cabins full of strange smells and oil-stained cabins, and dozens of torpedoes that could destroy the world if they exploded.

I believe that no one will feel that sleeping under the water at a depth of 10 meters with explosives on their pillows, avoiding the pursuit of destroyers and the patrol of aircraft, is a very pleasant job. So when this job comes, these sailors can't have excited expressions and high morale. They can only face it with numbness, and then wait patiently for the time to return home - when they can see the smile on their faces.