Imperial Overlord

In the damp and narrow corridor, there are some dense pipes and painted handrails overhead.

A man with a long beard leaned on the warm machine in a vest, enjoying the unbearable temperature around him.

Behind him is a working diesel engine, and several tachometers on it are shaking slightly.

And the machinery in the distance is reciprocating, the rhythm is lively but slightly monotonous. He loosened a small valve beside him, adjusted the working state of the machine slightly, and made the pointer of the revolution meter more stable.

The dim light made everything around the man look a little blurry. Power is a precious thing. In fact, it was much brighter than before.

"Speed ​​10 knots, keep it up!" A commander's order came from a loudspeaker overhead. The bearded man glanced at the tachometer, yawned and did nothing.

This is a place where smoking is prohibited, and the air is so foul to the brink of suffocation. The body fragrance of men who haven't bathed for a long time, combined with the smell of food and diesel oil, makes every breath take a lot of perseverance.

This is the hot Sahara Desert, because no matter what the temperature is outside, this place is always hot at more than 30 degrees.

Above the bearded man's head, the pipeline continues to extend upwards, which is the cabin where the seawater has been discharged, and then this cabin goes upwards, which is the deck of the submarine.

Now, this deck is riding the wind and waves on the choppy North Atlantic sea, where the water is still cold, not warm because of the August temperature.

The sharp bow of the U-shaped submarine cut through the huge waves, stirring up a white spray that hit the hull of the submarine and gathered into a stream above, flowing down along the gaps in the steel.

On the railing, which had been wet by the sea, a strong hand was holding it. The owner of the hand was wearing a fur coat, and a military cap from the German Navy was buttoned on the top of his head slightly obliquely.

Beside him, an officer was holding a telescope, searching the nearby sea, and under his feet, some sailors were chatting beside the 88mm cannon.

Directly in front of the German submarine hull, there is an 88mm anti-aircraft gun used to destroy low-value targets.

This weapon can be used as a self-defense weapon when facing the air. When encountering an unarmed merchant ship, it can be used to bombard the opponent and save valuable torpedoes.

This design continued until the end of the war. After all, at this time, the submarine was just a submersible warship, not a potential underwater warship.

German submarines have a speed of more than ten knots on the water, but when they are underwater, they often only have a speed of about 4 knots...

This 88mm caliber cannon also has another function, which is to rob merchant ships. When the other party has no ability to fight back, the German Navy can use this to rob the other party and obtain some valuable materials.

At sea, the current warring parties have not yet realized the cruelty of war. So there are a lot of interesting things that are still happening frequently.

For example, the German navy sometimes sends a distress signal to the United Kingdom, asking them to try to rescue the crew of a British transport ship that has fallen into the water.

When conditions permit, German submarines, like pirates, will rob British merchant ships, take away the food and other useful materials on them, and then sink the ships and destroy everything that is left.

In October 1939, the Ghost U-47 submarine in Scapa Flow sank the battleship HMS Royal Oak, creating a captain named Prien.

It was also on this day that the German submarine force entered the high-level vision. The fierce wolf pack and a general named Dönitz became the new hope of the German Navy.

From about this time, the German submarine force began to write its own glory.

How heroic and desirable it is to use a thousand-ton warship to sink an enemy's transport and warships of 100,000 tons!

Put aside the poor heroism and man's feelings first, because during World War II, the officers and soldiers of the German submarine force had the highest death rate.

The second highest is the strategic bomber unit that the Allied air raids on Germany. It can be seen that any romantic fairy tales of war are actually stained with blood.

Commanding submarines to search for British transports across the vast Atlantic was actually a very boring job.

When going to sea, the interior of the submarine was full of supplies. The cabins and aisles are full of food and other supplies, and a week after going to sea, things that are not easy to keep will be consumed.

For the rest of the time, the soldiers on the submarine could only enjoy those unpalatable dried food, looking for their target in the desert-like ocean.

The wolf pack tactics have not yet formed a scale at this time, and Dönitz is still developing his great imagination of swarming and attacking.

For the officers and men of the current submarine force, the only good news is that the current British navy has no energy to manage them.

This is a good time, the British Navy has no decent anti-submarine means, so the German submarine has not faced the real test.

"Haven't you found your target yet?" Standing on the hull of the submarine, watching the men smoking and breathing under his feet, Prien was in the Atlantic Ocean, wrapping his fur coat tightly.

This kind of leather coat specially prepared for submarine captains can effectively block the sea water and prevent the clothes inside from being wet by the waves. It is a very popular fashion item.

With a high-powered telescope and a German big-brimmed military hat worn diagonally, it constitutes the image of a typical German Navy submarine commander.

In fact, in combat, submarine commanders don't wear so coquettishly. They will wear a satchel with a chart on their backs, and their pockets are filled with all kinds of messy things, making them look sloppy.

However, there is such a good saying, called "the land of the army, the ocean of the navy", which summarizes the actual situation in the military of all countries.

No matter how old-fashioned the navy's clothes are, they are much more foreign than those worn by the army's top soldiers. What's more, wearing this outfit is a submarine ace like Prien.

On the edge of the hull, huge white prints are painted on both sides, and the number "47" gives the submarine a halo that makes people look up.

"We're not very lucky this time. We still have half of the torpedoes left." The adjutant put down the telescope and replied leaning against the railing.

He took out an exquisite lighter, flipped the flint on it, lit the cigarette Prien handed him, took a deep breath, and exhaled a thick plume of smoke.

It was a complicated and monotonous process to go out to sea from German-occupied ports, bypass British islands, and finally reach the channel that ambushed British merchant ships.

Although the anti-submarine potential of the Allies at this time is almost zero, it is indeed exhausting to continue searching for a long time after such a long voyage to find a target that can be attacked.

In reality, the German Navy submarine force is a heroic dirge. No matter how best they are, they have no supporting tactics and no qualified weapons. However, after getting qualified weapons and powerful tactics, they find that they have to face the enemy who has mastered anti-submarine technology.

"Is there any news from other submarines?" Prien also lit his cigarette and asked.

"I just went to the radio room before I came up, and there is no relevant news." The adjutant wiped his nose and replied to Prien.

When Prien went to sea, he carried a book about one inch thick. Now this book has been read by two-thirds, which also indicates that the time for their return this time is approaching.

"The domestic broadcast is quite punctual. The head of state delivered a speech yesterday. I was very encouraged by what he said. What he said was really good." on Prin's face.

The underwater displacement of the U-47 submarine is only more than 800 tons. In the North Atlantic with high winds and waves, it is like a leaf, drifting with the waves on the tumbling sea. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The ups and downs made everyone on the submarine feel dizzy. But they are used to it, they are used to this erratic.

The sailors who are outside the submarine are wearing autumn clothes now, because the sea is so dark and cold.

Inside the submarine separated by several layers of iron sheets, the sailors on duty wore summer military uniforms, and the degree of heat was exactly the same as that of the desert.

This is the life of the submarine officers and soldiers, and this is the real life of the German submarine officers and soldiers who created the miracle of breaking the war in the Atlantic.

Accompanying them is only the dense rotary handle, behind the handle are hundreds of precision valves, and next to the valve is a meter full of numbers. Instruments are embedded between countless pipes of different thicknesses!

Art such as steampunk is not worth mentioning in front of German submarine officers and soldiers, because they work in this state every day and cannot make the slightest mistake.

If it is in the submersible state, the lights in the German submarine are about the same brightness as the night lights used at night now. In order to save electricity, submarine officers and soldiers need to skillfully operate all the switches and valves he is responsible for in a state that is almost invisible.

Once something goes wrong, they will sink together with this huge steel coffin, sinking to the bottom of the sea hundreds of meters deep, never seeing the light of day.

"What did the Führer say?" Prien picked up the telescope and looked at the sea in the distance through the bright sunlight.

"He said..." The adjutant had a look of recollection: "I can't learn well. It probably means that we submarine officers and soldiers have worked very hard and have sacrificed the most for this country."

"He was right, now the German Navy, we are the only ones left to fight!" Prien said to his adjutant without taking his eyes back.