81_81266 The dilapidated British ** port is filled with the smoke and fire after being bombed, but now there is a well-dressed military band standing here, beating gongs and drums to celebrate something. Many military and political dignitaries, including the Secretary of the Navy and the British Prime Minister, stood on the pier and welcomed the heroes of the British Navy back to port to the sound of majestic music.

The British Navy's submarines were complicated to name, some of the ranks were named after rivers, others after gods - much more human than the German Navy's simple and neat U plus number. Of course, when it comes to efficiency, it doesn't seem to be as simple and convenient as UXX.

The Odin submarine was not an advanced British submarine, and in fact the submarine was able to penetrate the Baltic Sea solely because of the British Navy's reconnaissance mission, not a planned assassination.

But the captain of the Odin submarine has recently been idolizing the legendary German submarine captain and Prien, who has the nickname "Battleship Terminator", and has been thinking about making a name for himself by sneaking up on a German ** port, so this time he made his own decisions and ran to the vicinity of the Kiel military port for adventures, which scared the crew into a cold sweat.

However, Lady Luck patronized the Odin, allowing the submarine to meet the negligent German Navy trial fleet, and looking at the two huge German aircraft carriers not far away, the captain of the Odin submarine ordered the torpedo to be fired. In the end, in a very reluctant lament, the crew risked their lives to fire four torpedoes, but due to the problem of training level, two torpedoes missed the target and hit the direction of the target 108,000 miles away, and only two torpedoes rushed towards the German aircraft carrier.

In a daze, the British submarine Odin sank the No. 5 aircraft carrier that the German Navy had just launched, and frightened the No. 6 aircraft carrier to escape with the escorted destroyer, while the Odin submarine took advantage of the chaos to get rid of the pursuit of the German anti-submarine destroyer, and finally escaped back to the British port after two days and two nights of absconding.

So there is this scene of Ying** Hong Kong. Churchill needed a victory too much, the anxious British side needed a victory too much, and the British people, who were close to collapse, needed a victory too much. After a long drought and nectar, the German idiots gave the British a victory that was definitely worth celebrating.

"Are all the reporters here?" Churchill asked his henchman the Admiralty very proudly, and the Admiralty Secretary had just received the King's commendation for this victory, so he naturally nodded in a good mood: "It's all here, Prime Minister...... Some of the most important newspaper reporters in the United States were invited. After a while, music will be played, and there will be medals and bonuses. ”

"We can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Churchill put his hands behind his back and a long-lost smile on his face: "As long as Britain can survive the current crisis, in a few months the Americans will see through that it is not good for the Americans to dominate Europe by the Germans...... Then we will be able to maintain a decent ending. ”

"How many months?" the Admiralty Secretary bowed his head and asked softly, "The Queen Elizabeth is heading north, and the Counterattack has been refitted and relaunched, I think as long as there are no problems, we can still do it in a few months, right?"

"You still don't understand. Churchill sighed and said, "These months have not been easy...... What we have to resist is not the doomed landing of the Germans in the English Channel, but the maintenance of that vital supply line in the North Atlantic!"

"The intelligence services have sent us a message that corrects some of our mistakes before the war, such as the number of submarines in the German Navy. The Admiralty thought for a moment and said: "It is roughly estimated that Germany should now have at least 200 submarines, and the number of submarines kept on the North Atlantic route is about 60. ”

"It's these 60 submarines, like the bones of a fish stuck in my throat when I eat, I can't swallow in pain, nausea!" Churchill said helplessly: "You know? Every day, we sink dozens of transports, civilian ships, and fishing boats...... If you can't make sure the routes are safe, then these months are enough time for the UK to collapse completely. ”

"I've done my best, these days we've sunk 2 German submarines, some people put yì on planes with high-powered searchlights to look for German submarines, and some people put cannons on merchant ships to trick German submarines into being fooled...... We're trying all of that. The Admiralty Secretary replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Churchill patted the Admiralty Chancellor on the shoulder and said with relief: "I know you are trying. We're working on it too. We are working on new computing equipment that we hope will be able to crack the military codes of the Germans, we are working on radar systems, and new fighter jets are being designed...... Our foundation is no worse than that of the Germans, and what Accardo can do, I Churchill can do!"

The British Prime Minister gritted his teeth at the mention of the German Führer Accardo Rudolph, who had been suppressed at every turn by his rival in Berlin since he took over the present British endgame, which made him very unhappy. However, when he gritted his teeth and was about to scold Accardo, the admiralty next to him interrupted him excitedly.

I saw this henchman pointing to the sea and shouting happily: "Look! Look! The Odin submarine is back!"

Far away on the sea, there was indeed a submarine slowly sailing into the harbor, next to the British destroyer in charge of pilotage, and there was immediately a burst of cheers from the dock, it was the British sailors who had come to watch and the British journalists who had finally waited for the good news.

The boulder in his heart finally landed, and a smile changed to Churchill's face, God had played him so many times in the past month that he could not believe the victory that had been achieved until the last minute.

"This time it should be foolproof!" Churchill exclaimed, looking out to sea.

The submarine docked, took the suspension ladder, jumped on the dock one by one, the applause lasted for a long time, and the last time the treatment of the German submarine U47 was replaced by the British Odin, and the port was changed to a pier, and it was staged again.

"Mr. Captain, would you like to go into detail about every detail of your voyage!" a female reporter huddled at the front of the crowd, holding a small notebook and ready to take notes.

"How do you feel about the largest and newest aircraft carrier of the German Navy that you have sunk?" a reporter asked impatiently, squeezing out of the crowd and stepping forward.

"Are aircraft carriers really invincible? Mr. Captain, do you think submarines can be Germany's submarine nemesis?" an American journalist also asked his own question.

The docks were bustling with activity, and Churchill presented the captain of the submarine Odin with a beautiful medal of honour under the constant flickering of the spotlights.

Then Churchill stopped all the reporters and said with a smile: "Everyone, you must have seen that our heroes are tired now! What they need is rest, and later the Times reporters will conduct an exclusive interview with the heroes, and the interview records will not disappoint everyone......

Before he could finish his sentence, the terrible air raid sirens in the harbor howled. All the reporters packed up their cameras in a panic and prepared to run away, and the scene on the dock immediately became chaotic.

Churchill suddenly felt the urge to scold his mother, and he wondered why Germany's counterattack was always so appropriate, always so much that he wanted to cry. When he was helped to the entrance of the bomb shelter, he looked up at the sky and saw the terrible image that had silenced him for a long time.

130 Butcher strategic bombers and 90 DO-217 medium bombers, escorted by 110 FW-190D fighters, flew densely in the distant sky like locusts transiting. Obviously, these terrible bomber groups were not targeting this port, so the air defense sirens did not continue to sound.

Looking at the direction, this huge group of bombers was flying to London to carry out a bombing mission, and Churchill stood there helplessly, as if he had something to say, and seemed to be unable to say a word. Beside him, an American reporter who had the courage to poke his head out saw the huge formation of planes in the sky that he had never seen before, and raised the camera in his hand.

"Bang!" the spotlight flickered, startling Churchill. The music of the military band was long gone, and the bustling interviews and bestowal ceremonies on the docks had been replaced by a mess - a good triumphant interview seemed to have lost its flavor, and now only the hum of the engine in the distant sky was a source of depression in everyone's heart.

Interviews and propaganda activities did not continue, because everyone knew that London was already in flames at this moment. A few British reporters hurried back to London to witness the birth of another story, and many more were so frightened by the overwhelming array of German bombers overhead that they had no desire to continue the interview.

"Back to London!" Churchill said to his secretary and entourage, grim as he said to his secretary and entourage, "this time we seem to be busy again." ”

Since the prime minister was leaving, a group of reporters also left, leaving behind the captain of the Odin, who seemed to have experienced a big ups and downs that ended hastily without beginning.

The next day, the front page of the London Times was headlined "A Terrible Crime - German War Maniac Bloodbaths London." The news of the sinking of the German aircraft carrier, on which Churchill had high hopes, was only made in a cursory report on the back of the second edition.

And the New York Times report in the United States almost made Churchill vomit blood, because the front page of this newspaper was a photograph taken looking up at the sky, which was densely packed with German bombers, and the headline was very interesting: "How Long Can the British Hold Out"