Chapter 1095: Repressed work

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In this world, because of the wide area, many things happened by colleagues. While the Japanese navy was still fighting with the US navy, in the middle of the night, in the German port, went to Iceland to Rydell. The battleship Naval Marshal is slowly leaning towards his wharf.
Because it was late at night, there was no military band standing on the pier to greet these triumphant soldiers, but being able to return to the land and enjoy a short holiday was the best time these sailors longed for. Many soldiers carried their luggage and the money they had accumulated, and walked down the ladder with joy and laughter, and the whole pier suddenly became lively.
In order to increase the concealment of his fleet's voyages, the main force of the German navy is basically to use the William Navy Port as a base. Because if they call in other French and British ports, they will soon be detected by British and American spies and closely monitored. Although the German spy agencies worked very hard to investigate these foreign spies installed in the German occupation zone, the actual results were not satisfactory.
This low-level spy is like a small fish in the sea. It is huge in number and does not require training. Any local who is dissatisfied with the Third Reich may become such a spy, and the task they perform is not dangerous, and it is indeed difficult to detect. They only need to observe some surrounding things after returning home, and then send some telegrams of nearby German activities to complete their task.
On the other pier, listening to the hustle and bustle not far away, through the dim light, you can also see the silhouette of the huge battleship. Compared with the other side, the sound on this side is small and trivial. Unlike the ships arriving there, the dock is docked with ships ready to leave.
Two new-style German ocean-going submarines docked on this pier from left to right. When the sea breeze blew over, there was still a sense of coolness. Even in the most peaceful days, the North Atlantic is not as calm as other oceans, and the men on this pier are already used to the choppy challenges.
Prian lit a cigarette and stood beside his submarine, looking at the sea that could not be distinguished. It was dark there, as if it were a monster with a wide open mouth, devouring the lives of all those who provoked it. Taking a deep breath of -style_txt; in one breath, Prien highlighted a cloud of smoke, and the white navy cap obliquely buckled on top of his head, making him look with a sense of openness.
Just over a dozen hours ago, the headquarters of the German Navy ’s submarine force confirmed a sad news for everyone. The submarine trump card, the captain of the U-30 submarine, Fritz Julius? Mp and his submarine sank in the waters near Iceland.
In a short period of one year, this outstanding submarine captain sank 41 Allied transport ships with a total tonnage of more than 170,000 tons. Prien had just presented a wreath to this poor companion, and a simple ceremony was held in the auditorium not far away.
Dunitz had visited during the day. The crowd in the auditorium was full of crew members on various submarines and people who knew this ace submarine captain. All officers and men on the new ocean-going submarine u-47 have visited this respectable colleague and offered their most sincere respect.
Lemp ’s young wife cried awkwardly beside the empty coffin. Lemp ’s only 4-month-old child was held by her grandmother and she slept soundly in such a miserable environment. He may not yet know that his father is gone, and that the pain will be with him throughout his life.
"I heard that it was a mechanical failure. Do you dare to believe it easily?" Prien complained to the adjutant who was standing beside him while he smoked angrily. The ace captains of several destroyers were unable to dive and were surrounded by enemies due to malfunctions. Hell! "
People fighting on the ocean have long been isolated from the world. Their behavior has become weird, and the way they talk and the mood swings are as moody as the water. The officers and men of the German Navy's submarine force face even more terrible tests.
They have to fight with their enemies wisely, attack at the closest place to the enemy and rely on their skilled skills to get rid of the enemy ’s pursuit. They challenge powerful enemies like a matador, take away the most precious things of the enemy and destroy them. The will of the enemy.
Similarly, they also have to fight against the surging seawater and challenge the natural prestige of nature with their fearless spirit. They bravely moved forward against the turbulent waves and pinned their lives on a small boat with a displacement of only more than 2,000 tons. Now, they still have to worry about whether their boat will fail, which is simply to spread salt on their wounds.
"He was very brave. After dismissing the crew, he destroyed the cipher machine, and then unscrewed Tonghai, and sank with the ship." The adjutant smoked, moved his position, and gave away the vegetables on the submarine. There are fruit chefs and several non-commissioned officers.
After the adjutant gave up his position, he took another breath before continuing: "I heard that his adjutant accompanied him to sink, and I can do that if we really have such a day."
He said while looking at the various medals hanging on his chest. He smiled as if mocking himself, and shook the arm holding the cigarette to Prien: "Look, you can't let the British Captive of a German official with the Knight's Iron Cross? Not to mention the oak leaves. "
"Relax, I won't be sunk like him." Prian saw that the preparations were nearing completion, throwing away a cigarette in his hand, and then crushed it with his feet and walked towards himself. Submarine. The guards at the side of the ladder stood upright and raised their arms: "Long live Akado? Rudolf!"
"Long live the heads of state!" Prian raised his arms symbolically and took his lieutenant to the submarine that was about to accompany them to the sea. Several technical workers passed him, and they were the last maintenance personnel to check the status of the submarine.
The more high-tech things, the more prone to failure. This is a permanent principle that applies to most situations. Before the invention of firearms, there may be few soldiers who will die because of their bows and arrows; and the time when the Nokia phone built a strong and durable reputation is by no means after they use a five-inch screen.
Germany has always been at the forefront of military technology in the world, not because it has not paid its own price. How many people can silently dedicate a weapon to the front line? And how many people gave their precious lives in order to make a weapon more mature?
Especially in the Air Force and the Navy, which have high technical content, the Germans paid a lot of painful prices that others could not imagine. At least 45 pilots were sacrificed outside the battlefield for testing new aircraft; a few months ago, due to the use of new immature magnetically guided torpedoes, two German submarines and their team were sleeping on the Atlantic Ocean.
Behind the glorious results of the German armed forces, there are countless scientific and technical personnel who have been sleeping hard all night, and countless soldiers and officers have silently dedicated and risked. No matter how low the failure rate and reliable and stable equipment are, some or all kinds of problems will occur. However, under such extreme conditions on the battlefield, once such or other problems occur, only the soldiers will pay for their lives.
"! Depart!" Prian stood on his submarine command tower, leaning on the railing and said his command indifferently. The cable was thrown towards the dock, the engine began to work slowly, and the slender and beautiful submarine began to slowly Move forward, and under the control of the steering gear, one by one away from the pier.
"We are going to avenge you, brother." Prian said softly as he looked at the lighted auditorium in the distance. When the adjutant heard the words beside him, he also looked at the indistinct auditorium in the distance. There was a life that was once alive, a hero who once led more than fifty people, fought battles for Germany.
Everyone on the submarine seems to be in a bad mood. In fact, besides attending a companion's funeral before leaving, everyone feels a little depressed. More reasons are because of the voyage itself. In fact, they have seen too many such funerals, and more than 100 submarines have sunk in the sea. Everyone is already surprised at the death.
But sailing means that these 57 of them are about to survive alone in the sea. While attacking the enemy, they must carefully avoid the enemy ’s search and attack. They have to spend countless sleepless nights, struck by the enemy ’s sonar, In the patrol of the sky plane, try to make trouble to the enemy. Accompanying them were the monotonous roar of machinery, the boring instrument panel and electronic instruments, the cabin full of strange smells and oil stains, and dozens of torpedoes that could be destroyed once exploded.
I believe that no one would think that sleeping with a dynamite under a depth of ten meters deep, avoiding the pursuit of destroyers and the inspection of aircraft, is a very pleasant job. So when this job comes, these sailors cannot have an excited expression and high morale. They can only face this with numbness, and then wait patiently, waiting for the moment of returning home-at that time, they can see the faces of these people, with a heartfelt smile.