Chapter 18: It’s a pity that he does not belong to Britain (VI)

This is the northern end of the North Sea, more than 80 nautical miles from the Orkney Islands and fifty kilometers from the east coast of Scotland. The sky is bright and the morning light is warm, and the rice flag is flying high. In short, this is the territory of the Royal British Navy!

However, a U-shaped submarine that was swaying in this sea area made the title of "Royal Navy Territory" somewhat unreal.

"Lonely!"

On the front deck of the submarine u-29, Otto Vedigan, the Imperial Ace Captain was wearing an inappropriate pilot's leather jacket and goggles, sitting crookedly on the exterior wall of the submarine's low command tower.

Before he finished speaking, the seat was filled with shock. Vedigan ignored the surprise look of the sailors. He even looked up at the sky at 45 degrees and repeated the indifferent words shamelessly:

"It's still lonely!"

The arrogant sea breeze scattered Vedigan's long blonde hair and beard. The captain of the ace grabbed the whip he got from the 10th chest plaque of the Imperial Army in one hand, and in the other hand, he held a piece of American-made soap back and forth, and curled his lips and pretended to be:

"The sun never sets, but I can't find a merchant ship with the British Empire's rice flag on the coastline! I'm still lonely!"

The horse whip was raised casually, and then it hit the U-shaped submarine without a nameplate, painted with Victorian paint. The top of the freeboard command casing was strangely hung on the anti-pressure shell of a golden vulture-tail flag.

The submarine soldiers basking in the sun shuddered all over. Everyone knew that their great captain and captain of the Eighth Submarine Detachment, Otto Vedigan, who was called the "King of Submarines" by the Imperial newspaper, had his personal show-off time started again.

Vedigan, the ace captain who has been worshipped and cursed countless times by submarine soldiers, has a wild and unruly personality just like his family. The Vedigan family located in Ravenserbergland has produced religious, scientist, writer, and businessman, and the new generation of outstanding people in this alternative family obviously inherited this "good" tradition, such as those who cannot last long, approachable, positive and optimistic, such as those who are arrogant and loving to show off.

The sailors were silent and had their eyes clashed countless times, and the "support" who followed the conversation was finally elected.

Private Von Lecheonau, the new periscope operator of U-29, and also a crazy admirer of the ace captain. Several unkempt old submarine soldiers whispered in the ears of First Class with their faces. The first class covered their mouths and seemed to be frightened. They had been brewing for a long time before they spoke suspiciously, using a shattered expression of faith and a perfunctory tone to satisfy the captain's evil taste.

"Captain, haven't we just taken a British merchant ship?"

Half an hour ago, the sky in the North Sea was bright, and the submarine U-29, which had just emerged from the fog area, hit head-on with a merchant ship registered in the United States and hung the British flag, but the captain was a complete Frenchman.

The results were rich, because this 3,000-ton merchant ship departed from the United States and was loaded with a ship of soap.

Submarines are definitely the platform that sailors stay the most away from. Due to their poor tonnage, the submarine's living and living environment is extremely harsh. Therefore, when the submarine soldiers who have experienced a long sailing and are suffering from the smell of diesel and the smell of body are terrified, you can imagine how excited they will be when they see the ship of soap.

"Although the U-9 submarine I once commanded has sunk three armored cruisers, three destroyers, four military auxiliary ships and sixteen merchant ships, we should know that Count Lukner, who had just rushed out of the North Sea, captured three steam ships with only one sailboat; in Turkey, Lütjens sank the battleship Ajinkur with just one armored cruiser..."

Otto Vedigan stood up angrily, waved his arms and spitted everywhere, and even the military cap that was thrown on the deck was blown down by the wind.

"Count Lukner relied on a broken sailboat, and Lütjens achieved such great success with a Turkish patrol patrol. Our U-29 together sank an armored cruiser, a light cruiser, a reconnaissance cruiser, four destroyers, six military auxiliary ships, and twenty-one steam merchant ships, with a total tonnage of only 190,000 tons!"

When the King of Submarine said these words, his expression condensed his sincerity, but his tone was full of the rampant nature of a villain after his success.

"But...but..."

"Private, do you have any objection?" Otto Vedigan took a step forward, so that his majestic figure blocked the sunshine in front of Tevn Lecheenau.

Te von Lecheenau pointed to the military cap that was bumping in the wind and waves, and said timidly: "My opinion is... do you want your military cap?!"

The unduly duty sailor on the deck burst into laughter. The proud major screamed in anger. He casually tied a whip and picked up the general's cap like a magic trick.

"Boys, you dare to make fun of your ace captain, I will train you hard!"

The captain was about to wave his whip and show off his majesty as a major, but a short whistle came from behind him.

"Major, a large ship was found at five o'clock..." Corporal Ernst Booth, who was in charge of looking at the command tower, pulled out the French flag that symbolized the Bourbon dynasty and shouted at the distant southeast.

"Okay, let me go back to the cabin soon! We have to dive in urgent need, do a big deal!" Weidigan quickly jumped onto the command tower and stood in the hatch cursing. When all his soldiers returned to the cabin with dark light and dirty air, Weidigan then hung a thick and strong hatch cover and slid into the cabin along the vertical gangway leading to the center of the command cabin.

"Do you want to notify the u-27 and u-30 foraging nearby?" Private von Lecheenau's eyes had not yet adapted to the dim light in the submarine, but the echo of communication officer Paul Hausen came from the narrow space.

"The captain takes over the command of the deputy captain!" Otto Vedigan took off his leather jacket and goggles, threw away his beloved horse whip. The emperor's face looked calm and rigid, as if he was possessed in an instant, and stood in the center of the command cabin with a calm face. "Paul Hausen, sometimes...eating alone is a noble virtue!"

The idle communications officer had to smile and retract back to his corner.

"Emergency dive, set the depth of ten meters!"

"Emergency dive, depth of ten meters!" The navigator read the depth chart on the bridge and turned his head and asked, "Captain, do you want to raise the periscope?"

“Not needed for the time being!”

The submarine began to turn slightly to the right. At this time, Vedigan's expression was focused and confident. It seemed that he was not the Navy Major who had just been hooking up with his subordinates on the deck. Te-vn Lecheenau looked at the Imperial Ace Captain who was strolling in the garden and giving orders. He couldn't tell which one was his true face.

"The navigator, stop the right car, enter the left car, keep the depth!"

"Stop the right car, enter the left car, keep the depth!"

The air solidified, the narrow cabin was wet and hot, and the submarine soldiers wearing broken jackets and shorts remained silent, so only the roar of the engine and the sound of air explosion in the sea water outside the cabin were left in the submarine.

A century-old navy, the navy is a service that pays great attention to demeanor, because for any country in the world, warships are lands flowing on the ocean, so the navy symbolizes national prestige and face. However, this principle does not include submarine soldiers.

The suddenness and concealment of submarines' pursuit made these submarine soldiers only live like rats in a dark iron coffin like a sardine jar. Clothes are wet and hot at all times, and the air is dirty at all times. For submarine soldiers, ensuring a good military appearance is unimaginable and unattainable.

Time passed by minute by minute. Even though he took off his winter clothes and only kept a thin sailor pants, the fine beads of sweat still gathered on Tevn Lecheenau's face and gradually formed a waterfall that flowed endlessly, falling in a series on the steel plate of the command cabin.

"The right car comes in, the two cars are one at the same time, keep the course!" With a snap, the pocket watch in Vedigan's hand was closed, and the deadly silence was broken: "I need a report on the battle situation by lifting the periscope."

The navigator was busy repeating the instructions, while Tevn Lecheenau rushed to raise the slightly bulky periscope and carefully rotated the angle.

"A large warship, with two smaller pillars of smoke, heading northwest, with us..." Tevn Lechenau's pounding heart stopped for a while, and it took a few seconds to restore the blood supply function: "Form a t-angle with us!"

"Large warship?" The deputy captain showed joy and took the periscope control handle in Tevn Lecheenau's hand. His red eyes were approaching the lens barrel. He did not bow his head and looked at the ship manual issued by the Imperial Navy. "It is not any British battleship and battle patrol that he is editing, nor is it French goods. Damn..."

The deputy captain realized something and turned back the ship manual in his hand like crazy.

"It's Elizabeth-class!" Before the deputy captain confirmed his guess, Vedigan indifferently revealed the mystery and issued a new order: "Paul Hausen, I have changed my attention. Sometimes we have to be bad kids!"

"I understand, Captain!" Paul Hausen rubbed his hands and began to fiddle with his beloved radio station, and hurriedly sent a telegram for help to u-26 and u-30.

A series of more delicate orders were issued, and the torpedo compartment at the bow of the ship became turbulent. The First Class looked at Vedigan and continued to think that there was never an answer.

"Young man, this is our captain." As if seeing through the young man's mental burden, the deputy captain came over and sighed, "He is very straightforward, making you feel like you are in the spring breeze, but sometimes he is very hateful, and you want to punch him. This is our captain, the king of submarines who will not want him to restrain his temperament unless Heidi Sileme!

The water column stormed on the deck, the black mark was washed hard, and was wiped hard by the mop. After repeated repetition, the Victorian naval painted in the British style of War War finally revealed a trace.

"Roy, from his energetic battle to his unsuccessful escape, it feels awful!" Michael Dawson stood up his mop and said unwillingly.

Just like Dawson's resentment, the Elizabeth-class battleship, which was regarded as a symbol of power by the British, is now like an old woman in her twilight years, sailing at a speed of 15 knots.

The fire, smoke, water columns and shrapnel left a lot of scars and messes on the superstructure and side of the Warcraft. The crane was knocked apart, and only a piece of the lifeboat was left. The flybridge disappeared, and gaps and scratches were spread on the chimney steel plates. Near the servo cabin, a large hole was blown up on the upper side of the side armor belt, and the horizontal deck arched upwards, the distorted inclined dome armor, deformed shipbuilding steel, and the completely destroyed servo. This scene made Warcraft Dawson, who loved this new ship, feel sad.

"Fortunately, we are already on the way home!" Roy tried to hold the high-pressure water dragon that was shaking left and right, half a regret and half a blessing. That late night, the terrible encounter, the Germans' fierce tactical maneuvers and fierce artillery gave Roy too much painful experience, which made this son, who had heard of the Royal Navy's killing all over the world since childhood and witnessed the rice flag flying all over the world, realized that the North Atlantic Throne, which had not set in the sun, had begun to shake, or... had changed hands.

"Roy, sorry, maybe we can't go back..."

Dawson's desperate voice came from his ears. Roy had no time to find the reason for Dawson's loss of composure, and a violent tremor suddenly came. Roy fell on the deck and pressed the water dragon out of hand. The water pressure made the water dragon rush around the deck.

Dawson was swept away. The iron dragon sprinkler smashed the mop handle and slammed heavily on Dawson's chest, smashing a big cave that was sunken. Dawson opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood mist. His pupils suddenly opened to the maximum, and he fell down straight with an incredible expression.

"Dawson, no!" Dawson's body was still twitching on the deck. Roy went crazy. He stumbled and wanted to rush over. At this time, a strong tremor came from his feet again, and the battleship moved and tilted to the right. Roy fell to the ground with an unsteady figure. After rolling for a few rounds, his head hit the shipbuilding steel on both sides of the long forecastle.

A few centimeters of hole was cracked on his forehead, and blood flowed into his eyes. Roy tried hard to stand up and opened the blood-redness of the world.

The destroyer located on the starboard side and the 4-inch cannon in front, the 76mm rapid-fire cannon and a pound cannon opened fire desperately, firing a blood-red firepower net on the sea, and Roy finally understood a fact:

"It's not a mine! It's a torpedo, it's a U-boat!"

At 7:57 on March 4, 1915, the USS War-Free battleship, which was destroyed during the night battle because the servo was destroyed, was ambushed by the German U-boat. Otto Vedigen, who was nicknamed "Sir Wei" by later Chinese Navy enthusiasts, once again gained supreme glory - completely destroying a new battleship.

The poor Yan Zhanzhan never thought that he would encounter a German submarine at his doorstep. The Yan Zhanzhan, who had been hit by two torpedoes, survived his life with the efforts of the soldiers to sacrificing their lives, but its keel has been destroyed. Even if it is repaired, Yan Zhanzhan can only exist as a primary training ship. If the British were willing to do so, it would be a naval primary training ship worth 3 million pounds!

At 7:24 in 1915, the weather finally allowed the Ocean Fleet's ready to take off. Two wooden Fredericks ff-33 seaplanes were put down from the sea by the Lilintal seaplane's large crane with cables.

As of March 1915, Germany had only two seaplane motherships, namely the Zeppelin, which belonged to the First Reconnaissance Fleet and the Lilintal, which belonged to the Ocean Fleet. The former originated from the Earl of Graf Zeppelin, who developed practical airships for the Empire, and the latter originated from the Imperial glider pioneer Otto von Lilintal.

Both seaplane and motherships were modified from old merchant ships. Although they were equipped with Frederick ff-33 seaplanes, some clues representing the direction of the new era can still be seen from the island-style buildings of these two seaplane and motherships.

It is obvious that this is the credit of Wang Heidi's paper. Although most naval personnel reserve the importance of aircraft that are slightly difficult to fight with machine guns to the future naval, no technological power will easily relax the tracking and attention of a new technology.

The main mast of the Li Lintal was hung with the flag saying "Good luck" and Lieutenant Hanna Xiao sneered and threw the photo of the young lady with a fierce personality and a hot temper in the Felix von Luckner's family, and the sister of Count Luckner, to the sea.

"Okay, this is the real good luck!" The lieutenant pushed the pilot's goggles onto the bridge of his nose, reached out to give a thumbs up at the maintenance technician Otto Desloe, who was standing on the deck, and then turned his head to drive the other Frederick ff-33's colleague Hans Jurgen Stampf, and slowly pushed the plane's joystick.

The propeller turned, the quiet sea trembled, and the bulky seaplane swayed into the sky after gliding on the sea for a while.

"Oh no, I seem to have put some tools for repairing the plane on the cockpit..." Maintenance technician Otto Deslo hummed "We Are Going to England" and walked back with light steps. Suddenly, the technician stopped and patted the back of his head and said regretfully.

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Chapter completed!