81_81266When the head of the Reich, Accardo, as the largest shareholder of the White Lanhua Group, personally broke up and sold the subsidiary under his command, the German capitalists were completely boiling. Everyone knows how profitable the Bailanhua Group is, and everyone knows what these subsidiaries that provide a large number of weapons and equipment for the German team every day will bring to themselves.

Although the operation and profitability of these companies must be arranged and controlled by the government within 10 years, as long as they make money, who cares about these details? As long as the government can ensure that these factories can still make money in the next 10 years, then everyone's investment has already been earned.

Soon, 40% of the shares of the subsidiary Mercedes-Benz Automobile Production Group were sold, 45% of the shares of the subsidiary BMW Engine Manufacturing were sold, 25% of the shares of Rheinland Heavy Metals were sold, and 70% of the shares of the Munich Arms Industry Group were sold...... This dazzling series of initiatives led to a large-scale restructuring of the entire German capital community.

Surprisingly, the Bailanhua Group was followed by Krupp AG, the second largest industrial production entity on a large scale, and Farben, the leader of the German chemical industry. These two huge production groups sold their shares at the same time, and sold off some of the subsidiaries and companies that are still making a lot of money. And these giant companies that sold their subsidiaries all turned their investments to the newly occupied French and Belgian regions, where they merged local small and medium-sized enterprises and began to integrate the labor force in the occupied areas.

Far from collapsing, Germany's economy has ushered in another round of development in a more efficient way. The various military enterprises were effectively integrated, thousands of cars, tanks and fighters were sent to the front, and Germany's production capacity more than doubled compared to the same period in February 1937.

"Captain! A telegram from Boat No. 11 shows that at 4 p.m. the transport fleet H31 is coming from their ambush area to Guò, and is expected to come into range of our boat in the evening, based on the speed of the ship. A telegraph operator handed an encrypted message to the submarine commander who was waiting.

"Send a telegram to the U-159 and U-100 submarines! Tell them that they have caught the big fish and prepare for a nighttime encirclement! The attack time is 7:15!" the commander took the message, looked at it carefully, and nodded. After saying that, he left the door of the small telegraph room on the submarine. He took the message and walked step by step through the damp and gloomy corridor of the submarine, until he came to the central command room not far away before stopping.

His adjutant was observing the movement on the sea surface with a periscope, and when he saw the captain coming, he pushed the periscope up to the ceiling, and said: "For the time being, the enemy situation has not been discovered, and the submarine is cruising at a speed of 3 knots, and the voltage is stable." ”

"Great work! Adjust the sailing, starboard 11 degrees. The captain commanded in a loud voice: "Prepare to attack the transport fleet marked H31 in the evening, check the depth of the torpedoes and the fuses!

"Understood!" the adjutant stood up excitedly, and then began to give one order after another: "Check the torpedo launcher! Determine the depth of the torpedo!"

"The time of the attack was 7:15. The captain pulled down the central periscope and pressed his eyes to it. From the glass, you can see the rough sea, which is empty but refreshing.

"Float up, let everyone go to the surface to breathe, dive in 20 minutes!" said the captain with a smile, "Let's go up and smoke a cigarette." ”

"Okay!" the adjutant nodded with a smile, and then shouted loudly, "Everyone, watch your feet!"

As it shook, the shark-like German U-boat surfaced little by little and began to sway with the waves on the sea, rising and falling. At this time, all the submariners felt that they were back in the world, not the silent hell.

The oil extractor began to work happily again, making a noisy rhythmic sound. As a result, the power of the submarine has become stronger, and the speed has become faster. The battery began to recharge, making the most adequate preparation for the next underwater voyage, and then the lights on the entire submarine were brightened, and the dimness caused by the power saving also disappeared in an instant, and everyone's mood brightened.

The soldiers unscrewed the reinforced hatches, and the sea poured down from them, drenching everyone's clothes with a loud bang, but no one was angry about it, but let out the most blazing cheers, as the United States and Britain invested more and more troops in anti-submarine warfare, although the German submarines were still unexpectedly sunk very little, but it was true that the luxury of floating and breathing was becoming less and less.

Climbing up the iron ladder to the steel deck of the submarine, the soldiers began to lean against the anti-aircraft guns and guardrails to smoke, many of them did all kinds of stretching exercises, and the captain, adjutant and lookout on the conning tower huddled together, enjoying the harsh sea breeze and fresh air. This moment is so pleasant and beautiful that it seems to make people forget that they are in the middle of the war, and it seems that they can forget that they are on a submarine full of torpedoes.

As a submarine officer's favorite thing is a luxury perfume from France, because they don't take a shower for almost two months, living in a cramped space full of diesel fuel and the smell of sweat and feet, anyone will like something full of the fragrance of flower petals.

During their two-month life at sea, the soldiers were largely accompanied by icy submarines. They are familiar with every nook and cranny of the entire submarine, measure the length of the entire submarine with their feet, give every valve a nice name, and insist on an autistic lifestyle like a prisoner.

But they have their own way of getting excited to keep life at sea boring. After nightfall, the submarine began to dive slowly, and a large British transport fleet appeared on the horizon on time. Once again, the wolves set their sights on their prey, and a new round of hunting began.

"Final inspection before torpedo launch!" "Inspection completed!"

"Ready to launch!" "Ready!"

"Fan scattered, six torpedoes in the bow in a salvo!Three!two!One!Start firing!" shouted the captain!

"Bang!" the first torpedo entered the sea, followed by the second, the third, and finally the sixth. The six torpedoes formed a beautiful fan in the water and swam towards their target, pulling up a shallow line drawn by a white wave behind them.

At another angle from the submarine, a submarine with the U-100 designation depicted on the conning tower fired six torpedoes from its bow at the same time. It also formed a good-looking fan, also in the direction of the poor British transport fleet not far away. Of course, in the other direction, the U-159 submarine is doing the same thing.

"Boom!" The first explosion sounded, and one of the outermost British destroyers was torpedoed, and immediately a burst of fire burst into flames. Shouts and terrible explosions stretched for hundreds of meters, and more British sailors began to search the water, hoping to help their ships escape their fate. But obviously, at night, the sight is not very good. Therefore, the work of finding an enemy torpedo can only seem to be a thankless situation.

Then came a second explosion, and one of the outer warships was hit, stopping on the surface of the sea in flames, and in the distance the first destroyer that was hit had begun to sink. And the warship that had just been hit was obviously not so lucky, it broke into two and began to sink rapidly, and sank to the bottom of the sea with almost all the crew without even having time to send a telegram.

Soon, the third explosion, followed by the fourth explosion in the British transport fleet, and the whole fleet was in chaos. As the slaughter continued in the night, another salvo from German submarines sounded the death knell for the entire fleet. At dawn the next day, only 21 of the 40 transport ships were left unharmed, half of the material sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and the fleet commander stood in the bridge of the flagship's command ship without tears, silent.

It's not that he is ruthless, but he has long been numb to such submarine attacks from the night. From mid-February, the British transport fleet was essentially in an embarrassing position that could not be replenished, and even counting the ships leased from the United States at high prices, could not compensate for the huge tonnage sunk by German submarines. This was his second time at sea, and he had become the most experienced sailor in the entire fleet.

The transportation line, which used to be like a trickle of water, is like a faucet that has been gradually tightened by people, and has changed from a continuous stream to a pitiful situation like dripping water. Because the huge losses could not be compensated, and the number of warships escorting the convoy became scarcer by the day, the British Navy seemed to have begun to focus on escorting the route from Britain to Canada, allowing the Germans to attack the American-British transport route at will.

Everyone knows that Britain is almost finished, but as an Englishman, every time I think of this tragic ending, I can't help but feel sad. He was almost the first British sailors to know that the German naval blockade was almost complete, because every time he could tell from the eyes of the disappointed crowd waiting in the harbor that they had brought back too little supplies and food.

"This damn war! these damn Germans!" slammed the table in front of him, and the British commander scolded loudly: "What kind of hero is staring at the transport line like this?"

No one answered him, because in the last world war, didn't Britain also blockade the fragile ports and sea transportation of the German army, so that Germany, which had not yet shed its blood, surrendered in disgrace? Now that people have blockaded Britain in turn, there seems to be nothing wrong with it