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This is 8 nautical miles southwest of the Isle of Man, with calm and setting sun just in time. The Orion, which had just gotten rid of the Davenport Shipyard repairing dock, was like a cheerful wild horse, heading towards Scarpa Bay at full speed.

The inland sea of ​​the British Empire - the Irish Sea is full of beautiful scenery, but the crisis is also lingering. Three ships burned, killed, robbed, and went south from Scapa Bay, causing the sailors of the Allied to become more terrified when they heard this. They were lurking under the sea, deliberately or unintentionally approaching the Orion battleship.

The canned U-boat command cabin is dirty and humid. The submarine soldiers took off their naval uniforms that were both unwrinkled and unwavering, and stood on their posts in shorts, waiting for the captain of the U-32 submarine, Moore, who was lying on the periscope, to issue the order.

"U-32, implement Plan No. 3!"

The captain's low voice stirred the loneliness of the 35 crew members of U-32 for a moment.

The third plan is a tactical term for small wolves. Although Wang Heidi elaborated on submarine wolves tactics in the paper "On Asymmetrical Warfare in the Age of Battleships", due to the radio technology level in 1915, the Imperial U-boat still used a simplified version of the three-boat collaborative attack tactics, that is, the tactics of small wolves, due to the radio technology level in 1915.

The so-called small wolf pack tactics refer to the formation of three U-boats, which agree to implement corresponding tactics for different situations. When the formation encounters an opponent, the captains act in a unified manner in accordance with the prior agreement to jointly attack to improve combat efficiency.

To be honest, the little wolf pack tactics was still a relatively primitive underwater collaborative attack tactic. Until the late European War, the "Wolf King" Carl Denitz, the "Wolf King" of the genius, proposed the ultimate version of the wolf pack tactics based on his experience in the Eastern Mediterranean and the North Atlantic. However, in 1915, the little wolf pack tactics was still a simple, rough but effective submarine tactics.

"It's actually Plan No. 3, it seems to be a big fish!"

The u-32 submarine whispered. The crews have received systematic tactical training for small wolves. They are familiar with the significance behind each plan, just as the No. 1 plan is aimed at slower civilian ships or auxiliary warships with less threats. The No. 2 plan is aimed at relatively fast light warships and camouflage Q ships, and the No. 3 plan is aimed at important goals.

For every U-boat in the Empire, the No. 1 plan means they can open the killing. The No. 2 plan requires them to take the initiative to attack while preserving themselves. If it is the No. 3 plan, the U-boat has only one option - sinking the opponent. As for the price, it is not considered.

The Orion-class battleship 10 kilometers away is the world's first super-dreadless ship, with a standard displacement of 22,200 tons and equipped with 10 13.5-inch main guns. The cost is as high as 1.85 million pounds before inflation. The U-32 submarine is a U-31 submarine, produced by the Germanic shipyard. It has a surface displacement of 685 tons, a speed of 16.7 knots, a range of 8,790 nautical miles/8 knots, and an underwater displacement of 878 tons. The speed is 9.8 knots, a range of 80 nautical miles/5 knots, and four 500 mm torpedo tubes, 6 500 mm G7 torpedoes, plus two other U-31 submarines. The total cost of this submarine team is still less than a fraction of the Orion super-dreadnought. It is obvious that this single super-dreadnought is worth the adventure of the U-32!

"Power compartment, stop left car, right car enter one, 1/4 speed, periscope depth!"

The combat method of submarines requires the submarine commander to understand the speed of the torpedo. He can visually measure or speed calculation to estimate the speed and direction of the target ship, and calculate the amount of advance required to launch the torpedo based on the ratio of the target speed and the torpedo speed, the aob angle and the compensation parallax between the periscope and the torpedo launch tube. This is not an easy task. The captain Moore, who operates the periscope, patiently observes the trajectory of the Orion and silently estimates the shooting position in his heart.

The beads of sweat slid along Ensign More's forehead into the deep sunken eye socket, and crossed the rough cheeks and fell heavily on the submarine's wet deck. After a long time, the Ensign finally moved his eyes away from the periscope and issued the first braking order.

"Power compartment, stop the left car, enter the second car, 1/3 of the speed, maintain the depth of the periscope!"

The navigator Sergeant Erin repeated the order of Lieutenant Moore in accordance with the submarine command regulations. The hull of the U-32 submarine, which was advancing at a constant speed, shook slightly, and the two electric lights at the top of the command tower flashed, illuminating the submarine soldiers' slightly sickly face because of the lack of fresh vegetables.

"The left car stops, the right car enters the second, the speed is 1/3, and the periscope depth is maintained!"

Sergeant Erin focused on the readings of the submarine's podium. When the submarine completed the braking action, the navigator seized the time to report to Ensign More.

Lieutenant Moore, who was holding the periscope, just nodded lightly, muttering something silently. Half a minute later, Lieutenant Moore raised his arm and issued a new command: "Power compartment, stop the right car, maintain a speed of 1/3!"

The captain's order was executed, and the 1,850-horsepower Germanic diesel engine was running, and the roar continued to hit the crew's heart.

"The left car enters the second, keep the periscope deep!"

Navigation commander Erin repeated the instructions of Lieutenant Moore. The diesel engine on the left was activated, and the medium-sized submarine shook again, causing the electric light to flicker and flicker.

"The left car enters the second, and the depth of the periscope is maintained!"

After some action, the u-32 submarine finally hit the target ship's route. Second Lieutenant More was able to breathe a sigh of relief and threw the periscope to his capable subordinates.

"The navigator takes over the periscope!" Moore took out the timer from his pocket to make a timer. "The torpedo compartment, one in front, two in front, two in fixed depth, ready to launch!"

Moore's voice was transmitted to the torpedo compartment at the bow of the ship through the internal telephone line. The torpedo put down the microphone and issued a series of short instructions with great enthusiasm.

"Guys, move our big baby out and set a meter deep!"

The torpedo compartment started to stir up, and the sailors dug into setting the timer and automatic depth control parts, and then used a mechanical boom to send the last two G7 thermal torpedoes weighing 1.3 tons into the 500mm torpedo launch tube.

"Godden, don't be standing there. Pressure the torpedo tube! Harlem, show me the air pressure gauge!"

There are usually two ways to launch torpedoes. One is wet type, that is, injecting water into the launch tube, and spraying the torpedo and seawater together through the piston; the other is dry type. Before the torpedo is launched, the submarine injects compressed air into the launch tube, which not only can the torpedo be ejected out of the torpedo tube at a high speed. It can also use the high air pressure of high speed to prevent seawater from pouring into the launch tube to prevent the water from entering the launch tube from continuing to be launched.

Gordon closed the manhole cover of the torpedo tube heavily and filled the tube with air. Harlem came to the air gauge and stared at the pressure gauge intently. When the pressure gauge readout exceeded the red line, Harlem made a gesture of preparing to complete the torpedo.

"Boss. It's done!"

"The command cabin, the torpedo cabin must be completed in depth one and the first two, and it can be launched!" The young man's movements were sharp and accurate. The torpedo chief picked up the microphone with pride and asked for credit to the command cabin.

"The torpedo compartment is doing well!" Second Lieutenant Moore tilted his head and picked up the microphone, looked down at the timer in his hand, and praised the torpedo compartment unintentionally. When the pocket watch pointer pointed at 16:14, Second Lieutenant Moore took over the periscope again.

No. u-32 became nervous, and everyone knew that the ambush was about to be played. Glory or regret. Heroes or continue to be unknown at this moment.

"Torpedo compartment, first one and first two, launch!"

The torpedo pressed the launch button for a long time, and two thermal torpedoes were ejected by the powerful air pressure of the launch tube. The g7 thermal torpedo dragged two white trails and rushed towards the target ship at a speed of 37 knots.

Almost at the same time, the U-31 and U-33 submarines lurking in two other angles also launched torpedoes to the super-dreadnoughts 800 meters away respectively.

"Power cabin, dive in urgent need!"

After the torpedo was launched, Second Ensign Moore decisively ordered the U-32 to dive in an emergency. During the entire European war, the effective attack distance of the torpedo was only about one thousand meters, while the 177-meter-long ship of the Orion-class super-dreadnought was densely covered with 16 4-inch/50-diameter secondary guns, 4 47mm guns and 6 pounding guns with extremely fast firing speeds.

No. u-32 completed the diving action without any danger. All crew members, including Lieutenant Moore, calmed down and pricked up their ears to wait for the explosion from the sea. About seven seconds later, a dull explosion came faintly at the sea level.

"The target ship was shot!"

The U-boat, dubbed as the iron coffin, instantly became a sea of ​​joy. The crew of the U-32 couldn't help but sang "Song of Submarine Soldiers". Submarine soldiers have always been the most unpopular naval branch. In the navy that pays attention to demeanor, the sloppy submarine soldiers are always regarded as heretics. But who understands the pleasure of submarine soldiers using a small sword to seal their throats? Who knows?!

Second Lieutenant Moore's submarine u-32 remained submersible and drove northeast for about fifteen minutes. He almost pinched the time to restore the depth of the submarine to the periscope, and couldn't wait to raise the periscope.

The quiet Irish Sea was rippling a little, and a dark tubular object probed into the sea level and searched for something on the sea.

Second Lieutenant Moore slowly turned his periscope and began to search for the target ship from the southwest. After moving a few angles, Second Lieutenant Moore, who regarded the king of submarine Weidigan as his idol in life, saw a shocking scene:

On the desolate sea, a giant steel ship with a rice-flag flying a meter flag was set as the background, like a trapped beast, madly spraying small and medium-caliber ammunition on both sides of the hull, dragging the thick smoke covering the sky and the sun and rushed straight towards the direction where the submarine U-32 was located.

"Dive, dive in urgent need!"

More had no time to consider the strange direction and course of the Orion-class super dreadnought. In order to avoid the destruction of the boat, the second lieutenant rushed to reset the periscope and yelled at the navigation long without looking back.

The unknown navigator Erin repeated the captain's orders monotonically. The submarine's 1,200-horsepower SSW electric motor unit was running at high speed and pouring water into the water cabinet. The submarine was like a bulky iron block, piercing into the depths of the sea. At this time, the harsh propeller operation and the sound of bubble bursting came from the submarine's head. The medium-sized submarine had a displacement of only more than 800 tons underwater. The hull seemed to be swept into the turbulence, and the hull was shaken violently.

"Captain, what is that?" Navigator Erin pointed to the periscope and gasped in shock.

"It's that damn super dreadnought!" Lieutenant Moore held the bulkhead and solved the mystery.

"Tering east?" Erin could calculate the course of the Orion-class battleship without looking at the map. "Captain, the Isle of Man is on the east side. What do the British want to do?"

"The British should have severe water in the hull. They are going to rush to the beach and strand!" Second Lieutenant Moore couldn't help but wave his fist to the reset periscope and said annoyedly: "It's a pity that we don't have torpedoes!" (Your support on this site.com is my greatest motivation.)

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Chapter completed!