Battle of the Third Reich

The British Royal Navy heavy cruiser Devonshire, this is a behemoth with a displacement of more than 13,300 tons. The armor up to 110 mm thick and the built-in lightning protection compartment give her perfect protection. , And the eight huge 204mm main guns are enough to send the enemy ships of her class to the cold hell.

The powerful steam function in her body provides 80,000 horsepower, which enables her to make various dazzling maneuvers like a destroyer and gives her a maximum speed of more than thirty knots.

"This is a perfect cruiser." Captain Carson, the Devonshire captain, looked at the majestic gun under the bridge and pointed straight ahead. He sighed, thinking he commanded this elite warship. The **** Nazi warships were sent to the seabed one by one.

"Captain Carterson, how far are we from our destination now." A voice pulled the captain back from his dream.

The captain of the navy felt a little dissatisfied, and he turned his head to wonder who had broken his dream.

The first thing that got into Carterson’s eyes was a straight-up tan military uniform, with two neat rows of medals on the chest pocket, a fiery red badge, a beautiful crown on the shoulder and a diamond star emblem that proved the owner of the military uniform. identity of.

"Ah, Lieutenant Colonel Sanders, why are you here, is there anything you want from me?" Carterson immediately said with a big smile on his face.

"It's okay, Mr. Captain." Sanders knew that the question in front of him was white, and the naval officer didn't hear anything at all.

"I just want to ask when we can reach our destination."

"Oh, my dear Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, according to our current speed, it is estimated that we can reach our destination tomorrow morning." Carterson answered with a smile.

"This, Mr. Captain, you know the importance of our mission. I hope to be able to land today. Can you speed up our progress and reach our landing site before midnight today." Sanders Frowned.

"It's hard to do, Lieutenant Colonel. You know that we are now on the edge of the sea controlled by the enemy and close to the minefield under the Norwegians. Any trouble here will not surprise me." Carterson turned Speaking looking at the vast sea outside the window.

"If possible, I would of course be willing to use the fastest speed to pass through this place where there are hidden dangers. But the current situation does not allow me to do so. We have to guard against enemy submarine attacks, intelligence said that the enemy may send submarines Patrolling in this sea. If we go forward at full speed, we will not be able to use our underwater listening device, and our own noise will completely cover up the sound of the German submarine.

Moreover, the noise emitted by the ship at high speed is likely to expose our position to those submarines. We are not worried about a German submarine that is not afraid of daring to attack us, but they will lead those **** German torpedo boats and aircraft. come. Be aware that attacking torpedo boats and bombers in such places will be very dangerous. I don't want to use my warship to take such unnecessary risks, so now we can only advance at this speed. "Carterson's expression of helplessness."

"But Captain Carterson, you have to understand the arduousness of our mission. Even London attaches great importance to this operation." Sanders felt that lifting the general background of this mission might give this stubborn naval captain Added a sense of urgency. But he obviously failed, and Carterson didn't seem to care about it at all.

"Lieutenant Colonel, I know the importance of this mission, and I know how this will help our empire. But this is on the sea, not in London. This is my battleship, this is my fleet. You are responsible for your mission, and I am also responsible for my warship. On the land, you have to listen to the orders of your army department, but when you are at sea, you have to listen to my command. And the time of this mission does not clearly stipulate us When and where must be reached, the planners also understand the difficulty of sailing at sea. My task is to safely send you and your soldiers to Norway and then safely take you back to the UK. The fleet must be concealed and safe Arrived at the destination, and now this speed is the limit to ensure that I complete this task. I must take this precious fleet back to Britain, and now the Royal Navy has no power to consume." Carterson Seriously.

"Bright... I get it." Sanders knew that it was impossible for him to persuade the naval officer. He had to give up his opinion temporarily.

"Then I will say goodbye, and I will prepare my soldiers for landing, yes, you said that you will arrive tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I can assure you of this." Carterson was very uncomfortable with the army officer not only using London to suppress himself, but also wanting to intervene in the conduct of the fleet command. He picked up the telescope Pretending to observe the situation on the surface of the sea, without replying coldly, and added a touch of impatience to his usual gentleness.

Sanders heard the meaning in the captain's tone, and he didn't want to find it boring anymore, so he turned around and left the bridge after saluting a standard military salute.

When Sanders walked down the stairs inside the bridge, he found that his lieutenant was waiting for him with several other officers under the stairs.

"Sir, how are you asking." his adjutant asked.

"We landed early tomorrow morning to prepare all the soldiers. After dinner, all officers came to my room to discuss the landing details."

"What! Early tomorrow, don't we need to act during the day? What did the captain think, landing under the Germans' eyes during the day, this is not for us to die." the adjutant said loudly.

"Enough, Captain Willis, you have to pay attention to your tone. You are attacking a senior officer." Sanders prevented his adjutant from continuing to complain, and then he lowered his voice and said: "If anything comes to my room Okay, here is a complaint that the decision made by a senior military officer had a bad influence. Do you understand?"

"Observe, Lieutenant Colonel." The adjutant nodded quickly.

Sanderson walked out of the bridge with his men and walked down the deck towards the stern officer's cabin.

"Now I feel really boring. We walked back and forth in the s-type at sea. I doubt whether it will be able to reach our destination tomorrow morning." An officer said, looking at a destroyer turning in front of the battleship side.

"I believe the captain, he should be responsible for what he promised, how to say that the Royal Navy regards honor as life like we do, he will certainly fulfill his promise." Sanderson also turned his head towards the destroyer. go with.

Suddenly, there was a sharp jingle on the destroyer in the distance. Even if it was so far away, it sounded heartbreaking.

"What happened, did you find the enemy?" The army officers turned to gather by the railing of the deck, and everyone looked at the warship that was frantically roaring in confusion.

"Jing Bao, Jing Bao, all the staff are on their own, everyone arrives at their respective combat positions. Jing Bao, Jing Bao." At this time, the command of the first officer came from the huge speaker at the top of the bridge, followed by German. The Gun No. also started to scream the deafening combat report.

The deck of this battleship suddenly became busy. Numerous sailors drilled out of their large and small hatches, and then quickly rushed towards their respective posts. The anti-aircraft gunners hurriedly removed the shells from the magazine, and then desperately turned the cāo vertical wheel. The dense muzzle of the 40-mm anti-aircraft gun pointed directly into the air and searched for the enemy aircraft. The huge turret of the secondary gun also began to slowly rotate, and the muzzle pointed in any direction that might encounter the enemy. The sailors shouted and encouraged each other, no one asked, no doubt, everyone was excited to be able to participate in the battle, the Royal Navy still maintained their pride and high morale. The entire battleship is now like an irritated hedgehog, showing its sharp spikes in all directions.

"Where is the enemy? Why didn't I see it." Captain Willis asked Sanders.

"I don't know, I didn't find anything." Sanders also looked puzzled. He looked at the destroyer that had stopped turning and was desperately trying to turn around in the other direction. He didn't understand what was going on.

"Excuse me, did we meet the enemy?" an officer under Sanders grabbed an old sailor who was running past them and asked anxiously.

"I don't know. You are still in the officer's room. The deck is very unsafe. Please let me go, I still have work, sir." The old sailor struggled to free himself from the officer's palm and was in a hurry Run towards the stern.

"He's right, let's go to the cabin. We stay on the deck without any help except to the soldiers."

Sanders led his officers and hurried to the nearby officer's restaurant. Sanders found that the deck of the Devonshire suddenly began to tremble, the warship obviously accelerated, and now Devonshire is working hard to turn.

"Now I feel very wrong." Sanders stopped, and the soldier's special premonition of danger made him think this time there must be a big trouble.

"Boom!" A dull explosion sounded not far away, and Sanders quickly turned to look at the place where the explosion occurred. As a result, he only saw a thick water column falling from the side of the destroyer that was panicking and turning in the front.The hull of the destroyer was obviously twisted by some force and then restored to its original shape, but when the steel rubbed The harsh noise was still clearly transmitted into Sanders' ears. The sight in front shocked the army lieutenant colonel.

"Is it a shelling?" Sanders carefully searched the nearby sea with his eyes, wanting to know where the shelling came from.

At this moment another dull explosion sounded from the destroyer, and an equally huge column of water rose again from the side of the battleship. The position of the destroyer was like a huge hand holding her from the sea. After leaving the water, the entire battleship suddenly became a high arch in the middle of the arch bridge, and then returned to the original state in the next second, smashing back into the water fiercely, and the agitated splash even exceeded the mast. the height of.

"It's a torpedo!"

Sanders finally understood why the warship turned so panicly. She was avoiding the threat of approaching from the bottom of the sea. It is a pity that she discovered that this threat was too late, and after her final efforts, she still could not escape the disaster.

"God, there is a German submarine here!" Sanders exclaimed: "We were attacked by a German submarine."

He stared dumbfounded at the poor destroyer. Now that destroyer has been torn by torpedoes, the stern has mostly submerged into the sea, and the bow has been lifted off the water and continues to rise slowly. Now you can clearly see the red bottom covered with vines and gourds below the warship's waterline. The surviving sailors cried and fell into the sea from the gradually vertical deck, and then the vortex rolled up by the hull was sucked into the hull. The sailors who escaped the disaster were trying to swim out of the wreck. They We all know that the next vortex will be much larger than this, and that will be the last struggle of this destroyer.

The Devonshire did not slow her down. She continued her turning movement. Sanders watched the destroyer tremble at first on the sea, and then accompanied by the wailing sound of metal twisting and breaking made it difficult The speed of confidence sank to the bottom of the sea.

Devon rushed past the wreckage of the poor destroyer, and now she is powerless to the sailors who are struggling to call for help in the sea, because the underwater demon who sank them must still be there to watch all this, she Don't stop and save these poor people at the risk of being attacked. The sailors could only throw life-saving appliances into the sea desperately, and shouted loudly to encourage those comrades who were struggling in the water.

"Damn the German submarine, these poor sailors, can't we help them." Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Willis called Sanders angrily. But Sanders didn't answer his question. He looked down at those people and said nothing. His eyes were filled with hatred. He secretly vowed in his heart that one day he would ask the Germans to repay this blood debt.

At this moment, there were two more violent explosions coming from the stern direction. The two explosions occurred almost simultaneously, but to Sanders' surprise, it sounded like they were coming from different directions.

"Lieutenant Colonel, two of our other destroyers were also shot." An officer shouted loudly. Unknown when, he climbed to the platform of the aircraft catapult at the stern, and now he shouted at the smoke rising from the two destroyers not far away.

"How could this be the case." Sanders murmured looking at the two battleships that were 1,500 meters apart.

"It must be so. We must have encountered more than a submarine. Oh my God, we went so stupidly into a well-designed ambush circle."

Sanders remembered that his father had told him the same experience. During World War I, his father was a naval officer. As a result, his fleet entered the ambush circle composed of two German submarines during the transportation to France. As a result, the entire fleet was sent by the Germans to the bottom of the sea. Every time he talked about that terrible night, the old man’s eyes would be full of fear, and then the old tears would be vertical. He was the only survivor of the massacre. There he lost all his friends and subordinates and his pride and self-confidence.

Is it your turn now? Sanderson felt his scalp tingle, and his horrible impression of the German submarine was ingrained in the mind of every generation of British who had gone through that war, including after the war.

"This is not the last war, and this is not a merchant ship with no resistance. Now I am riding on the elite warship of the Royal Navy. My father's experience will never fall on his own head." Sanderson Comforting himself, but when he looked up to see the two destroyers burning, he couldn't help but start to drum again.

The successive blows have made the Devonshire panic, and now she has lost most of her **** force. What is more terrible is that this happened in just two minutes, which made this heavy cruiser a little at a loss. . The morale that once simmered in blood disappeared in the face of this cruel reality.

There are only two options now in front of Devon, one is to abandon those compatriots who are struggling and speed up to leave this land of right and wrong. The second option is to lead the remaining destroyers and German submarines to the end to save their compatriots and the British Royal Navy from the deadly battle.

Sanders ran desperately towards the bridge, he wanted to stop the stubborn Cartson before making the wrong stupid decision. Because he had a vague premonition in his mind, which route the naval captain would choose, A path that could push everyone into hell.

Sanders felt a strong ominous hunch in his heart, and what worried him was that his hunch was always accurate.

To say that there is something else that can make Sanders afraid, that is, him. . . . can not swim.

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