Another World: Naval Storm

Chapter 162 Ace Submarine Ambush

At the northern end of the North Sea, more than seventy nautical miles from the Orkney Islands and more than forty kilometers from the east coast of Caledonia, this is traditionally the territory of the Royal Navy of Tallon.

However, in the past two years, after the unremitting efforts of the First Reconnaissance Fleet, Drake submarines can now be said to be rampant in this waters. The Royal Navy's repeated cleanup operations have had little effect. It is very difficult to catch a big black fish in the vast North Sea.

"How~ lonely it is to be invincible..." A strange Xunyang accent came from a big black fish floating on the sea. On the front deck of the U-9 submarine, Major Mehus, the Empire's ace captain, was leaning against the outer wall of the submarine's low command tower and singing.

"Captain, can you please stop singing? It's really unpleasant to listen to!" Finally, a sailor couldn't stand the evil music anymore and protested.

"You know nothing. This is a Xunyang folk song sung by General Leo. I begged him for a long time before he taught it to me!" In fact, this happened after the Battle of Ship Burial Bay. Leo had nothing to do and was humming when Mehus heard it. Mehus held his legs and insisted on learning it, which made Leo's face turn red all day long.

"Are you sure? Captain, your singing is terrible. It's definitely not as good as the commander's!" Private First Class Punk teased.

"It's true. Only a general can sing the invincible sense of fate in this song!" Mehus said seriously, and then took out the logbook to read it. "We haven't encountered a merchant ship flying the Union Jack of Tallen for several days. My hands are itching!"

"Captain, the Talens are scared!"

"Are you scared? No way! I still have some achievements to make from them! Although the U-9 submarine I once commanded sank three Allied armored cruisers, three destroyers, four military auxiliary ships and sixteen merchant ships, you have to know that Doyle Dunney alone sank a battleship, three armored cruisers, and a cruiser, and there were many other ships! Now his submarine sinkings rank first, and I don't want to fall behind!" Mehus got angry when he talked about this, and kept complaining to his crew.

"The total tonnage of the ships we sank was only 30 tons, while that kid Denny has already exceeded tons! I don't accept it!" Mehus said sincerely, but his expression looked a bit smug. If the crew members who were sunk by him heard what he said, they would tear him apart.

"Beep! Beep!" A short whistle told the people who were basking in the sun on the deck that something was happening, and everyone took action immediately.

"Major, a large ship has been spotted at one o'clock!" Sergeant Budan, who was in charge of lookout on the watchtower, shouted, pointing to the northeast direction.

"Here we come to do business. Get back here and dive! Quick, quick, quick!" Mehus stood guard at the hatch of the command tower. He waited until all the sailors returned to the boat before he closed and tightened the heavy and sturdy hatch.

"Captain, do you want to notify the U-6 and U-8 boats foraging nearby to cooperate in the operation?" asked the communications officer Vince while sitting in front of the radio.

"Vince, a small ship is not worth the fuss. U-9 can eat this feast by herself! Everyone, follow my orders!" Mehus stood in the center of the command module with a smirk on his face.

The communications officer waved his hand indifferently. On the boat, the captain had the final say.

"Emergency dive, set depth to ten meters!"

"Emergency dive, depth of ten meters!" Repeated commands spread from the command cabin to the front and back of the submarine.

"Captain, do you want to raise the periscope to observe the target?" asked the navigator.

"No need, its path is just ahead of us! Wait a moment!" Mehus affirmed.

"Captain, forward two, maintain depth!"

"Forward two, depth hold!"

At this time, apart from the sailors' breathing, the only sounds left were the roar of the engine and the sound of the submarine pushing away the seawater outside the cabin.

As underwater assassins, submarine soldiers do not have the same rank as their comrades serving on surface warships. Submarines have always pursued suddenness and concealment since their invention, which means that submarine soldiers can only live and work in a small space.

High temperature, bad air, poor sleep, and frequent seasickness are the daily lives of submarine soldiers. Ordinary people probably can't even last a day. But no matter how bad the environment is, in the depths of the ocean, there is always a group of lovely Drake submarine soldiers who are willing to do so in order to protect the safety of the Drake people.

The submarine soldiers were soaked in just a short while, and the sun exposure just now was in vain.

"Keep heading! Raise the periscope, I want to see what the target is." Mehus had been staring at his pocket watch to keep track of the time, and now was the time.

The navigator repeated the order, and Punk immediately raised the bulky periscope, slowly turning the angle to scan the sea.

"A large warship, with two smaller smoke columns behind it, heading west-east, forming a T angle with us... with us!" Punk was delighted. Everyone in the navy understood the advantages of the T angle.

"Large warship?" Mehus showed joy on his face. This was truly a victory that came to his doorstep. He took the periscope control handle from Punk's hand, put his big eyes close to the tube, and from time to time he looked down at the ship manual issued by the Imperial Navy to compare the ship's characteristics.

"Tsk~ It's not any of the Talen battleships and battlecruisers in the compilation, nor is it a Franco ship. Damn it! Shit~~" Finally, Mehus seemed to have thought of something, and flipped the ship manual in his hand back to the first page like crazy.

"Damn, it's the Elizabeth class!" Mehus confirmed the target, which gave him a headache. This feast was not easy to eat, so he quickly issued a new order: "Vince, let U-6 and U-8 come over to eat!"

"Understood, Captain!" Communications officer Vince quickly began fiddling with his beloved radio and hurriedly sent a distress telegram to U-6 and U-8.

More than a dozen water jets washed over the deck, and the blackened marks were first washed over several times by the water jets, and then wiped vigorously with mops and rags. After repeated operations, the Victorian naval paintwork full of Talon characteristics of the War Vengeance finally recovered a little.

"Jackson, it's so embarrassing! We just ran away in disgrace! I feel so uncomfortable now!" Doyle straightened up and leaned on the mop, saying unwillingly.

"What can we do? We lost..."

The Vengeance was shrouded in a layer of resentment, and everyone was indignant. This Queen Elizabeth-class battleship, which was regarded as a totem of the Royal Navy by the Talens, now seemed like an old grandmother, moving slowly at a speed of 14 knots.

The ship was in a state of disgrace. The damaged hull was completely different from the heroic appearance when it first left the port. A crane was broken, several lifeboats were gone, and the steel plate of the chimney was covered with cracks and holes. A large hole was blown in the horizontal armor near the No. 1 turret, which made the officers and soldiers who loved the ship heartbroken.