When the battleship Yamashiro sailed within range of the Prion submarine, it was still sailing in a straight line. So Prion gave the order to attack without even thinking about it. With his eyes resting on the periscope, he ordered his torpedo launcher to fire: "1, 2, 3, 4 bow torpedo compartments, salvo!"

......With the slight tremor of the submarine, the sea water poured into the torpedo launch bay, and a dense bubble of air gushed out from the launch tube, and then the torpedoes were launched one by one into the front end of the U-boat.

"Torpedo No. 1 fired, Torpedo No. 2 fired, Torpedo No. 3 fired, Torpedo No. 4 fired!" U-47 submarine, after having exhausted all its bow torpedoes in one go, knew that it would definitely hit a distant target.

Beginning in February 1938, British transports changed their speed and course to avoid possible submarine attacks. Before coming to Australia, Prion hadn't encountered such a simple trajectory for almost seven months, and he calmly launched his torpedo without even proper adjustment, which was unbelievably simple.

The torpedo rushed towards its target at the corresponding depth of water, drawing four white waves on the surface of the sea, which gradually disappeared on the surface of the sea, as if nothing had appeared here. Prion wrapped the periscope on the battleship in the distance, waiting for the expected huge explosion, the huge column of water that he was familiar with, and the explosion of fire accompanied by steel plates flying everywhere, this is a hymn that belongs to Prien.

The sea contains the power to destroy the world, and after the torpedo explosion, the repeated squeezing of the sea water distorts the heaviest steel and the most confident structure of mankind, which is the ultimate contest between spear and shield, no longer a pale comparison on paper, but a real result, a result that everyone has to worship.

This is a contest between men, and this is the fairest decisive battle, with life as a stake, and death as a verdict. The survival of the best warriors on the most brutal battlefields will be a haunting legend for centuries to come, and those who fail will pay the price for their carelessness, except that they will not have any chance to regret it.

"Kudo-kun, the climate in the South Seas is really hot, this is the hell weather. "Above the huge and unsightly bridge of the battleship Yamashiro, a Japanese soldier yawns at the lookout post.

The weather in September is still very hot and humid, and although the cool sea breeze blows on your face, you can still feel the heat wave rolling around. The Japanese Navy's snow-white outfit does not look very avant-garde, and it can be said that because the color is too simple, it is even a little ugly.

The two combat-ready lookouts were wearing steel helmets because they were at their posts, and they looked at the sea not far away, because they were bored and listless, after all, looking around at the sea This kind of work, after a long time, it is definitely a sleepy thing. So the two of them are now yawning and drowsy.

"Isn't the rain worse? The vision is not good, you can't see anything from a distance, and if you miss something, you will be reprimanded by Cao Changda. Another soldier looked helplessly at the sea in the distance, put down the binoculars in his hand, and had a sad expression: "I don't know what to eat for a while, and there will be nothing left if I go down late." How could I have such an unlucky shift......"

"Hey, Kudo-kun, look what kind of fish those four are swimming over, and they're swimming pretty fast!" asked the Japanese Navy soldier who spoke first, pointing to the distance.

"You're asking the right person about this kind of thing, I'll show you...... See...... See...... That's a torpedo!" Kudo was so frightened that he almost didn't sit on the metal floor all at once, he grabbed the phone and yelled loudly inside: "Quick! Hurry up right rudder!"

The other sailor, who was even less senior, was so frightened that he could not even speak, and he could only lie on the edge of the lookout post, looking at the four white lines, and making a strange sound in his throat, facing the enemy's counterattack for the first time, this man who was dedicated to the emperor's majesty was not much better than the other recruits.

"What the hell are you talking about, lookout, do you want to go and brush the deck?" Shaozo, who answered the phone, frowned, he had been listening to his commander Saemon complain for hours, and even the best tempered person would be a little angry.

Kudo, who was on the bridge, was already trembling with fear, and he watched the torpedoes in the distance gradually approach, and his voice changed when he spoke: "Chief, sir! Fish, fish, torpedo! Turn quickly!"

"Torpedo, what torpedo, will you tell me clearly?" The young officer didn't react for a while, and suddenly he felt something wrong, and looked at the sea in the distance through a glass in front of him, and then he saw four white waves rolling, and he was very close to the battleship Yamashiro.

"Sir, sir, there is a torpedo on the side side! There is a torpedo on the side approaching!" The young man was obviously much taller than Kudo at the lookout post, so he completely told the situation that was happening to the Yamashiro now.

Saemon was obviously a little unhappy that someone had interrupted his venting, but when he heard the torpedo attack, he was also startled. However, he did not dare to waste a second of his time, and he had to use as fast as possible to avoid the Yamashiro being torpedoed. So he hurriedly ordered his helmsman to take evasive actions, and his voice was full of desperate tremors: "Hurry up and fill the rudder to the right! Avoid the torpedo!

No one knew better than him that the Japanese battleship Yamashiro was a super bun with a thin skin and a large filling without pleats, and once it was hit by a torpedo, the consequences would be unimaginable. Saemon, who knew the battleship well and knew every part of the structure, knew that if only one torpedo hit an important part of the Nakayamashiro, the battleship would explode like a lit gasoline drum.

At the same time, in Prien's periscope, the huge body of the Yamashiro began to turn little by little. Prien sneered, because he knew that according to the speed of the torpedo and the angle at which he fired it, the Japanese battleship was already dead. Now the turn is simply a death throes, and it has no effect.

"Isn't it a little too late to turn and flee now?" the first mate took the periscope from Prien's hand, and after looking at it, he grinned and said, "We are developed this time, another battleship, I think it will be difficult for anyone to break our record again." ”

"It's not just difficult, it is estimated that our captain is a battleship killer who cannot be surpassed!" said an officer and soldier who controlled the valve, holding the valve. His words caused a burst of laughter, and everyone knew that this honor belonged to the entire submarine, to each and every one of them.

The U-47 submarine will become a legend today, a legend that cannot be surpassed by posterity. Prion will go down in history for sinking the largest number of battleships, and the U-47 submarine will become a legend for these revered feats.

"Hit!" Prion didn't take his eyes off the pair of eyepieces after taking his periscope again. When he saw a huge column of water suddenly gushing out from the side of the battleship Yamashiro, he shouted the word excitedly, and the whole submarine burst into a burst of selfless cheers.

"Hooray!" "That's handsome!" "Okay!" everyone shouted, and the whole submarine was screaming. Prion didn't even dissuade his men, he knew that everyone needed to vent their joy no matter what. The German submarine forces are a legend, and from this day on they will be a legend in the German submarine forces, whenever someone mentions submarine warfare, Prien and his U-47 submarines will be remembered, just like France will talk about Napoleon, just like talking about the Third Reich you have to say Führer Accardo.

Saemon was thrown to the ground by a violent shaking, and as he struggled to get up, another huge shaking caused his entire face to smash to the floor. Immediately after that, he felt a hot liquid coming out of his face, and he struggled to get up without bothering to wipe it, only to have a third loud explosion that put him lying back on the ground.

This time he didn't have the energy to get up again, because the back and forth collision had already made him dizzy, and his face was covered in blood, and he was already seriously injured. It turned out that he didn't continue to struggle, which was the right choice, because the fourth explosion followed, and the huge vibration caused him to be thrown more than a meter high while lying on the ground, and fell to the ground again.

"Woo!" the blood on his twisted face was already running down his neck. It could be seen that the bridge of his nose had completely collapsed, and now his face was more hideous than that of the devil, and his eyes were more terrifying than the asura although they were scattered. The last collision made him finally let out a moan, faint but audible in his pain.

Beside him, Shao Zuo, who had just answered the phone, lay there, a compass stuck in his face on the chart table, which had taken his young life. The whole Cambridge was in shambles, and everyone was tormented by four successive huge tremors.

"Yagayalu!" Saemon let out a beast-like roar, and he struggled to sit up with his command knife as a crutch in anger. Now that all four torpedoes have hit the battleship Yamashiro, he must continue to hold on to his post and fight desperately for the last chance of life on the Yamashiro.

But as he struggled, a huge explosion erupted from inside the ship's hull again, and the entire battleship was distorted and lifted by a huge force, and Saemon knew that the battleship's unprotected ammunition depot had exploded, and the last thing he wanted to see was finally staged.