Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Surface up and send a telegram to headquarters. Sink one new battleship, two cruisers, four destroyers, and one supply ship. The total tonnage exceeds 60,000 tons!"

"Long live!" A burst of cheers suddenly erupted in the submarine. This was another great victory after the last U-47 night attack on Scapa Flow. Although the tonnage sunk is not as good as that of the U-47, the U-47 is a special operation, sneaking bombs on parked warships. And they not only toughened two destroyers that were regarded as the nemesis of submarines, but also scared away the other two; this was a combat capability that previous U-shaped submarines could not even imagine.

Amid cheers, the submarine slowly surfaced, unscrewing the hatch cover, and a stream of remaining seawater fell down. The fresh sea breeze instantly poured into the boat, and everyone subconsciously took a deep breath.

The enhanced underwater endurance of submarines means that the time for submariners to float up and breathe is relatively reduced. Fortunately, its space has also become larger, and it has living facilities such as food refrigerators, shower facilities and even fitness equipment that other U-shaped submarines do not have, which greatly alleviates the crew's trouble of being unable to ventilate frequently. The most considerate thing is that there is a special smoking room on the submarine. Although it is only 5 square meters in area, you can only smoke while standing. However, a special filtering device is installed so that it will not affect the air inside the boat. You can smoke to your heart's content inside. .

However, it was a happy thing to come up for air. Everyone except the crew on duty climbed out and came to the deck to breathe fresh air.

"Captain, look." The first mate handed over the telescope in his hand. Kretschmer took the telescope and looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a dense number of drowning people in the distance. "shark?"

The first mate clicked his tongue. "These unfortunate guys, God bless them."

Kretschmer smiled. "If God can bless them, they will not let them meet us." The submarine rises and falls with the waves, and the sea breeze is getting stronger and stronger. I'm afraid these poor guys can't wait. The rescue effort would be lost at sea.

Just after smoking a cigarette, a sailor climbed up to report. "Captain, the radar has detected an aircraft flying this way 100 kilometers to the southwest." The submarine is equipped with the latest radar. Although it is a foldable small radar, it has powerful performance and can search for enemies within 30 kilometers of the sea surface. ships and alert nearby aircraft within a 100-kilometer range.

At a distance of 100 kilometers, even a fighter jet flying at 600 kilometers per hour would have to fly for ten minutes to arrive. By that time, the submarine would have already dived and left.

Kretschmer flipped the cigarette butt into the sea and returned to the boat. "Fifty meters down, where is our supply ship?" Although the submarine can carry a maximum of 30 torpedoes, it also brought some mines this time, so there are only 21 torpedoes. Thirteen torpedoes were launched in the battle just now, and some more need to be added.

the correspondent replied. "The supply ships cannot penetrate deep into the defense circle. Their position is 1,300 kilometers away from us."

"1,300 kilometers." Kretschmer frowned slightly. The submarine sailed at a speed of 17 knots (4 kilometers per hour), and it would take 41 hours to rendezvous with the supply ship. If it encountered a US patrol ship in the middle, it might take more time. More time, one trip takes 48 hours anyway, and a round trip takes four days. And they are now less than 300 kilometers away from the nearest Brooklyn Navy Base.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to go to the Brooklyn Navy Yard first to create more obstacles for him.

Washington, White House.

Seeing Lieutenant General Ernest, whose face was extremely gloomy, hurriedly walked in, President Roosevelt had a bad premonition in his heart. Nearly a hundred ships have been sunk by German submarines these days. Fortunately, these are small patrol ships and did not cause any substantial harm to the U.S. Navy.

But if only a few patrol ships were sunk, Lieutenant General Ernest shouldn't have this look on his face. "What happened?"

Lieutenant General Ernest's voice was filled with incomparable anger. "The North Carolina formation is under attack!"

"What?!" Roosevelt was shocked. He had some impressions of the North Carolina, a cutting-edge warship that was built shortly after he was re-elected as President of the United States in 1936. "I remember it was a new ship that was launched not long ago, right?"

Lieutenant General Ernest nodded. "It was originally headed to the Rooklin Naval Base. A few hours ago, it was attacked by a German submarine three hundred kilometers away from the Rooklin Naval Base."

"German submarine?!" Roosevelt felt his heart skip a beat and asked hurriedly without thinking about how the German submarine slipped in. "Where's the loss?"

Lieutenant General Ernest's voice was trembling. "The battleship North Carolina, the cruiser USS Honolulu, the cruiser USS St. Louis, four Clemson-class destroyers, and a 20,000-ton supply ship were all wiped out."

"!!" His heart felt cramped, and President Roosevelt unconsciously covered his chest with his hands. "Where are the crew?"

"When other ships arrived, strong winds were already blowing in the entire sea area. They only disturbed some mutilated corpses. Although they are still searching, I think there is little hope. The crew of the North Carolina is 2,180 people, and the USS Honolulu The cruiser has a crew of 866, the cruiser USS St. Louis has a crew of 848, the four Clemson-class destroyers have a crew of 650, and the supply ship has a crew of 163. A total of 4,707 crew members..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw President Roosevelt clutching his chest in pain, with large beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks. "Come on, call the doctor!"

When the White House was in chaos, Yannick rarely found time to find Hepburn.

Today is the weekend, her mother is at work, and little Hepburn is the only one at home.

"Big brother!" In surprise, little Hepburn seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed slightly.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Yannick couldn't help but asked curiously. "Little Hepburn, do you have something to tell me?"

"That..." After hesitating for a long time, little Hepburn finally plucked up the courage to speak. "Brother, are you His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Yannick raised his eyebrows slightly. "Who told you something?" Who dares to talk so much?

"No." Little Hepburn shook his head, pulled out a piece of paper from a book and handed it to him.

When Yannick saw it, he couldn't help but smile; this should have been cut out of some newspaper, it was his photo, and someone had drawn a beard on the photo. "Did you draw this?"

Little Hepburn nodded nervously.

"Little Hepburn is really smart." Yannick stroked her head lovingly, thought for a moment, and reached out to tear off the fake beard. "Yes, I am Crown Prince Yannick."