Chapter 80 Hunting
May 29, English Channel, Royal Navy convoy.
On the flagship destroyer USS Codrington, the captain, Captain George Chris, was holding a telescope to observe the situation on the sea, and a strange scene suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
Several merchant ships that were supposed to be sandwiched in a safe position by two destroyers and two frigates suddenly changed their course, broke away from the protection of the flagship Codrington, and followed a small cruise ship in front.
The cruise ship is very small, probably less than half the size of the Codrington. The hull is in tatters, and some listless soldiers can be seen on the deck sitting together with their knees crossed. There is nothing unusual about it.
Just such a boat actually formed a separate snake-shaped formation with several other civilian boats, still at the head.
"What are they doing? Some kind of ritual?" George Chris pointed to the strange phalanx on the sea.
"Oh, folk sailors are very superstitious. They are praying for luck." The adjutant said without surprise.
“What do you mean?” The colonel didn’t understand.
“Don’t you know? This little Nomad is very famous. It has made three trips to and from the English Channel, evacuating more than 500 Allied soldiers. During this period, it encountered two air attacks and one mine, but it can still survive Running on the sea is very lucky in itself.”
"The most interesting thing is that it seems to be able to predict the location of the German submarine. Every time the German submarine comes to the door, it can find it immediately and then escape." The adjutant explained at the side.
"This sounds unfounded." The colonel frowned.
"Yes, it is more magical because there is no basis for it, so other merchant ships gave him a code name called "Lucky", which means that as long as he sails with it, there will be no problems." Adjutant He shrugged and continued.
"Nonsense! If this is the case, we might as well replace all the cannons with prayer rooms." The captain reprimanded with some dissatisfaction.
"Of course, this is just a common superstition. They are not soldiers after all."
beep! ! Dudu! ! !
At this moment, the Little Nomad on the sea suddenly sounded the whistle, then turned the bow and started taking the "Zi" route. At the same time, the signal light on the ship lit up - "11 o'clock direction, 4 nautical miles, Submarine."
The other merchant ships behind them immediately started sailing in a similar manner.
"Asshole! What right does he have to issue such an order! This kind of baseless..."
Ang! ! !
The alarm inside the destroyer sounded
"11 o'clock direction, 3.8 nautical miles, large underwater target! UBOAT!" The sonar officer's shout came along the communication pipe!
? ? ! ! !
There really is a submarine! !
"Sound the alarm! Disperse the ships! Anti-submarine warfare, circular escort formation!" Without thinking much, Colonel George Chris issued an order to the fleet.
The four warships dispersed, and the three ships formed a "pin" structure, surrounding the civilian ship, while the other destroyer, the Foxhound, headed towards the submarine!
"The water depth is 110 meters, prepare depth charges!" The sailors at the stern began to prepare to throw depth charges.
"No! Pay attention to the starboard side! There is..."
Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A huge explosion sounded, and a G7a torpedo hit the bow of the Foxhound. The sky-high flames enveloped the side of the Foxhound.
The submarine in front of me is just a decoy, and the real ambusher is now showing his fangs towards the Foxhound from a farther distance!
The U-boat was nicknamed the Sea Wolf.
Wolves are animals that hunt in groups.
The power of a single G7a torpedo can sink a cruiser-level floating ship. The Foxhound, which has a displacement of only 2,700 tons, was directly opened with a terrifying big hole, and the hull tilted directly to one side. Anyone with a discerning eye could see it. I knew it was hopeless. It wasn't over yet. While the fleet was frantically rescuing the crew members who had fallen into the water on the Foxhound, a dark figure appeared again behind the fleet.
He Chi felt like his head was going to explode. Three U-shaped submarines appeared all around him. Huge amounts of underwater data were poured into his brain. His right eye hurt like a pinprick, and blood flowed from his nostrils.
The third submarine was aimed at the side of the little homeless man, and two white lines of water rushed towards it, one behind the other.
He Chi stumbled into the cab. He had no time to communicate with the helmsman, so he chose to move the rudder directly.
It is very dangerous for an outsider to drive. The little homeless man risked the risk of rollover and made a sharp turn, straightening his bow in the direction of the submarine in the waves.
The huge inertia caught everyone off guard. The soldiers on the deck were thrown like a rolling gourd. At the most dangerous time, the hull almost tilted more than 50 degrees on the sea, and it was very dangerous to collapse. Button it over.
But in the end, the Little Nomad regained its stability, and at this time, two white torpedoes just passed by the sides of its hull.
"Damn it!" He Chi handed the rudder back to the boatswain and said, "Just drive straight ahead!"
Then he ran to the stern of the ship and stretched out his hand to pull the oilcloth. After peeling it off, the small depth charge thrower was revealed.
The space of the Little Wanderer was all used to accommodate people. This thrower was installed after He Chi struggled with it, and the ammunition was even less - only four rounds in total.
This kind of weapon, which relies on setting the fuse in advance and using changes in water pressure to explode at a fixed depth, is a weapon that relies on quantity for hits. If you want to hit with four rounds, you can win one by randomly drawing a prize. The probability of TV is about the same.
He Chi endured the discomfort in his mind and concentrated on the area in front. In the 3D picture, a huge figure was diving under the dark water.
"The water depth is 60 meters...80 meters...110 meters, that's it!" He Chi muttered as he set up the fuse on the mine, and the red dot in the deep water in his field of vision was about to intersect with his own.
Now!
He Chi pulled the lever in his hand!
Plop! thump!
Four depth charges were thrown into the sea at once.
In the projection of the right eye, four small things began to dive, and soon met the black shadow underwater.
Boom! ! ! ! ! ! boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
A huge sound exploded in my ears, and four towering water columns rose one after another at the stern of the Little Nomad's boat, and then a dark thing sprayed out together - it was half a propeller blade. .
After that, the sea surface fell into complete silence. This was the tragedy of the submariners. After the hull was destroyed, the strong water pressure would instantly kill the members inside. There was no violent explosion, no painful groan, and the scythe of death was just a light A slight wave, and then silence returned.
The British and German commanders were dumbfounded. The destroyer Codrington did not issue any orders for a long time, while the remaining two submarines quickly dived and turned around to run away - they did not know that the bombs on the Little Nomad had already been used. Light.
A German reconnaissance plane recorded everything. The pilot lowered the altitude with the camera to take a clear photo of a small wanderer.
Puff puff puff! !
A burst of machine gunfire rang out on the Little Nomad, and the reconnaissance plane hurriedly raised its altitude and ran away.
(End of this chapter)