The Third Reich in Desperation

The lives of the officers and soldiers of this submarine are even more precious.At least, Fred thought that since the target could not be caught up, there was no need to take the risk of continuing to chase.

Anyway, the superiors did not order them to intercept the British fleet here and attack the British warships.

This submarine is like a police dog used by the Kingdom of Italy to watch over the French fleet. Why bother to help cats catch mice and meddle in their own business?

Fortunately, the small ship turned around. The surface displacement of Fred, an Italian submarine, was only a few hundred tons. In the vast ocean, it was like a small leaf, and it was very convenient and quick to turn.

Compared with those large warships that weigh tens of thousands of tons at every turn, Fred's submarine is really too small. In front of those warships, a submarine is similar to a 3-year-old child in front of adults.

Fortunately, those British warships seemed to be attracted to a certain place, and they didn't have time to notice the strangeness behind them, completely ignoring the existence of Fred and the others.

Now, after turning around, Fred found that this huge British fleet had disappeared without a trace, and no Italian submarine was found at all.

Fred didn't know exactly how many warships and anti-submarine destroyers this British fleet had.But he understands that such a huge fleet is definitely not passing through this small submarine just to deal with them.

"Don't be afraid, we don't need to load the ship with torpedoes anymore." After Fred gave the order casually, he leisurely pointed the periscope at the direction the British fleet was leaving.

It seemed that the other party should have gone a long way.At this time, it seems that there is really no need to jump so nervously.

In Fred's eyes, we Italians never worry about things we don't need to worry about.

Hearing what his captain said, the torpedo launcher also heaved a sigh of relief, left his post, and ran to drink some water to relax.

The submarine has dived back into the water to hide, and the British fleet has already run away. At this time, the boss doesn't ask, who has to pretend to be sitting upright.I'm afraid, except for those stubborn Germans, no one is so inflexible.

"By the way, let's raise the submarine later and send a telegram to the country." Fred said after thinking for a while.

Since he is here to carry out the investigation mission, it is necessary for Fred to send the new things detected to the country.

The sudden appearance of the British fleet made everyone panic.However, after confirming his safety, Fred, who calmed down, quickly remembered his responsibility.

He is the submarine captain of the majestic Italian Navy, commanding the entire submarine crew, and holds the rank of major.

Although he failed to go to those surface warships to shed his blood for the Kingdom of Italy, he still did a good job hiding under the water and secretly sending some information back.

Even Fred preferred his current position to commanding surface warships.

In this era, the anti-submarine means of all countries are still very backward.

Correspondingly, commanding submarines is extremely safe!

What else is more important than safety?We romantic Italians are not so stupid as to joke about our own lives.

"Major, why did we wait until later to report to the country?" Fred's subordinates were puzzled.

Looking at his unenlightened subordinates, Fred smiled slightly and explained to them: "Go up now, what if we encounter a British destroyer and come back? Can we beat it?"

A group of subordinates looked at Fred with admiration at this moment.

What is a good officer, this is a good officer!

For the sake of the safety of subordinates, put safety first in everything, this is a model for our Italian military officers.

"Of order, my sir!" The operator replied with reverence on his face.

"Okay, after 15 minutes, prepare to float up!" The operator picked up the kettle, took a sip of the boiled water that tasted a bit spoiled, nodded and said, "Now let's keep the diving depth of 50 meters first, and stay on alert for a while."

The sky began to gradually brighten, and the morning sun filled the sea with warmth.

In the sparkling waves, a graceful Italian submarine gradually emerged from the water.

How else can I say that Italy is a romantic nation? Just their slender submarine, the texture on the ship is much more pleasing to the eye than those German submarines that only focus on function and don't pay attention to aesthetics.

As the captain of this beautiful submarine, Fred pushed off the top cover of the submarine, poked his head out, and greedily breathed the fresh air on the sea surface in the morning.

Out of caution, or fear of death, Fred stayed below the surface of the water after discovering the appearance of the British fleet.Although in the end he mustered up the courage, under the brilliance of the great Mussolini leader, he ordered to launch a torpedo.But in essence, Fred loved life.

Now, in the gap between surfacing, Fred greedily breathed in the fresh air on the sea surface, and by the way, let the interior of the submarine replace a large amount of stale air that everyone had exhaled overnight.

After breathing in the wonderful fresh sea breeze, Fred asked leisurely: "How about it, have you sent the news back to China?"

"Don't worry, Captain, it has been sent back." The transmitter, who had climbed out of the submarine and also ran to the bottom of the submarine to take a breath, nodded and said: "The fact that the British fleet passed our patrol area has probably been reported to the generals. before us."

"That's enough." Fred stretched comfortably, "We've done what we should do. As for what to do next, it's up to Deputy Prime Minister Rossi, the acting leader, to make arrangements."

Because of Mussolini's visit to Germany, the current Italian military arrangements are in charge of Rossi, the deputy prime minister who has won the trust of Mussolini.

Text Chapter 439 The British-French Showdown

Outside the Port of Oran, on the British fleet lined up, a colonel and staff officer asked Sir Forbes:

"General, our battle this time is not a conventional battle, but a long-distance long-distance attack. The attack is launched without any preparations by the enemy, and the opponent is the French instead of the Germans. I think there will be no more surprises. ?”

In the eyes of the staff officer, he actually felt that this battle was inevitable.

After all, France is no better than Germany. The British Royal Navy has nothing to do with the German High Seas Fleet, and it is impossible to have anything to do with the French Fleet.

Forbes thought for a while, and said resentfully: "In order to avoid provoking the Vichy government, the German navy will not go south to enter the French waters for a while. Therefore, we can say that the road is unimpeded. After the attack on the French port, we will return to Liverpool in time. This time it will be a success.”

Pity, Forbes' adjutant.After he had just said this, he handed over a disappointing telegram,

The telegram read impressively: Germany sent nearly a hundred bombers to attack Liverpool, destroying the port and the dock, and destroying a cruiser that was too late to evade in the port.

The news hit Sir Forbes like a bolt from the blue.

It wasn't just how many ships the Royal Navy had lost or how many soldiers it had lost.What he cares about is that the port is destroyed, so that his fleet will have no destination, and he has to abandon the scheduled route on the return journey and take a long way to go to another port to replenish.

In fact, this is the third consecutive day that the German army has launched air raids on the UK. During these three days, nearly a hundred bombers visited the British airspace every day, attacking many port towns and factories in the UK in turn.

Especially since the northern area of ​​France was taken by the German army, the German army used the original airport in France, and the fighter jets taking off could easily enter the London airspace.

The Luftwaffe no longer had to dispatch limited and valuable strategic bombers to participate in the bombing of London.

The German bombers currently bombing London and British ports and industrial facilities have been replaced by do-217 medium bombers, and the number has greatly increased.

The Do-217 is actually an enlarged version of the Do-17, which first flew in 1938. After a limited production of a few A and C models, the mass-produced Do-217 rolled off the factory line in early 1940.

Unlike the previous model, it has a deeper fuselage and a heavier bomb bay, and its clippers allow it to pass smoothly through anti-air balloons. Although heavy, it is flexible in flight and is a fairly mature medium bomber.

Now London is full of flames every day, and the people of London are in dire straits every day, fearing that they will lose their lives because of a German bombing.

On the other hand, the British Air Force suffered unsatisfactory casualties and combat results during its bombing missions. The British army was often shot down by German bf-109 fighter jets just after flying over the English Channel. The bombing mission was inevitably shot down by German anti-aircraft guns.

Compared with the invincibility of the Luftwaffe, the tragedy of the British Air Force can almost be said to be obvious.

The bombers they sent never returned. Faced with the joint blockade of the anti-aircraft radar anti-aircraft guns and bf-109 fighter jets used by the German air defense forces, the German army formed an impenetrable air defense network almost on the mainland and along the English Channel in northern France. As for the British bombing formations being shot down again and again.

However, when the domestic situation is so severe, the British Royal Navy's local fleet secretly left the mainland and quietly lurked near the Port of Oran, locating the right opportunity for equipment to deliver a fatal blow to the main French fleet in the Port of Oran.