On April 15, 1943, at 5:50 ET, an escort fleet full of soldiers and supplies, sailing from the United States to Europe was besieged by the German Navy on the North Atlantic route.∮☆

At this time, the sky was not clear, and the vision was hazy, and gray clouds hang low in the air, making people feel very depressed. The wind was blowing very fast on the sea surface. The sailors on the boat could see white waves whizzing towards the bow of the boat under the agitation of the wind, slapped heavily on the deck and the hull, and the snow-white water splashed everywhere.

What is more fierce than this stormy tide is the artillery fire of the German fleet. They do not need to defend the transport fleet like their opponents, but are determined to break the defense of the Allied maritime power and send all transport ships to the bottom of the sea.

A huge roar sounded endlessly on the sea level, and ammunition exploded everywhere in the sky. The black smoke produced after the explosion occasionally flashed on a certain ship, and then a loud thunderous sound. In the blazing flames and the pervading smoke, it would soon lose its power and sank into the water with the people all over the boat.

Because the attack came suddenly, the war had just begun and the situation reached a white-hot stage.

"How is it outside?" asked Major McTagoth, Eric's supervisor, walked out the door and grabbed a naval officer who had passed by.

"Thank God, we have avoided seven torpedoes and three waves of artillery fire offensives and are still alive." The officer replied briefly and broke free from the hand of the Army Intelligence Officer. He still has his own mission.

Looking at the back of the naval officer, the major cursed hatefully and turned back to the cabin with a pale face. Behind him, Eric, who lived in the same room, sat leisurely on his bed, looking at the newspaper borrowed from the officer's lounge on the ship.

McTagoth looked at his mission target a few times and felt extremely upset. Although he had been in the army for many years, he had been engaged in intelligence work in the local area and was on the battlefield for the first time in his life. His first personal experience was to face powerful enemies on a floating ocean, which was a big test for his psychological endurance.

The cannons kept firing, the hull trembled violently again and again, and the metal structures around were twisted by the huge pressure at all times, making creaking and wailing. Teams of sailors ran around nervously outside the hatch, and the officers used short commands and whistles to direct them to transport various supplies urgently.

In anxiety, the major walked back and forth in the narrow cabin of two people, his speed getting faster and faster. His breathing became faster and faster, like a tiger trapped in an iron cage. After many years of tossing, the movement outside not only did not calm down, but became more and more intense. Eric next to him was still leisurely flipping the newspaper. The reactions of the two formed a strong contrast, which made his supervisor's eyes worse and worse. Suddenly he stopped and kicked Eric's bed.

"Boom", just as the military boots came into contact with the bed frame, the warship they were in was probably hit by the shells shot from the enemy ship, and suddenly a violent vibration occurred. The glass of the cabin was shattered by the force from the deck, and sharp fragments of all sizes flew everywhere in the enclosed cabin with the fresh sea breeze.

The major was caught off guard and did not stand firm. He hit the hard wall and blood immediately flowed out of his face.

With a faint pity, Eric looked at his supervisor. The vibration just now did not affect him at all, as if the flying glass pieces and the strong fluctuations as strong as earthquakes did not exist.

His slightly mocking eyes fell into the eyes of the embarrassing major. He angered the army intelligence officer. Under the stimulation of the pain, his originally anxious mood burst out like a ignited powder barrel.

"Do you think I'm ridiculous?" asked Mactagot, with blood on his face, holding the bed frame fixed to the floor. Now he hated the person who put him in danger. Without this exiled scientist, perhaps the intelligence officer was comfortable staying in his local office to review documents.

Eric smiled, not answering the other party's question.

This contemptuous attitude was even more hurtful than his direct sarcasm. Through his eyes soaked in blood, a vicious light flashed in the major's eyes.

"I understand. You think your German brothers will come to save you. You think we will lose and you can take the opportunity to slip away from my nose, but I want to tell you that you have made the wrong idea." The major grinned and took out a handcuff from his body.

"Now I'm going to handcuff you, and if we're done, don't try to escape."

The strong smell of gunpowder came in from the broken window, and the major staggered his bed frame, slowly approached Eric with his handcuffs.

"The Frenchman Treville said this." Eric said the newspaper in his hand. "The so-called rank-age career means that when you cannot support yourself by your enemies, you must learn to support yourself with the blood of your civilians---although your era is three hundred years apart, in my opinion, Major McTagot, your style is very similar to Mr. Treville."

"Go to your Treville!" the major spat. "You are a person of unknown origin, and you just want to use waste, otherwise why don't you let Stark go to Europe? I think you have no value at all. Now, raise your hand."

He finally moved to the bed step by step, grabbed the bed frame with one hand, and took out a pistol from his waist with the other hand and pointed it at the person under supervision and threatened.

Eric folded the newspapers and placed them neatly on the nearby small cabinet.

"I have good news and bad news to tell you, which one do you want to listen to first?" he asked, looking straight at McTagot, who pointed his gun at him.

"The good news is that you were escorted to Europe by me, and the bad news is that you were blown away by me?" the army intelligence officer gritted his teeth and smiled.

"No." Eric shrugged.

"The good news is that the war will end soon for you, and the bad news is that a shell will pierce the ship in five seconds."

Eric said, the other party laughing.

"You're so funny, Eric." The major laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. "Do you want to tell me that you're actually a psychic? Then ask your shells to come to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hull suddenly shaking violently, and then the major's ears buzzed, and the huge waves almost destroyed his eardrums. In a series of roars, the adult man was forcibly thrown into the air.

Under the influence of external force, the warship suddenly raised half of the side, and the steel hull was twisted and deformed like a dough kneaded by an invisible giant hand. All the unfixed objects were thrown up, floating in the air for several seconds as if they had lost their weight.

When the major fell back to the ground, he saw Eric's cold eyes before his consciousness was completely lost.

Now Eric is going to create conditions for fulfilling his promise.

He stood up from the bed, opened the cabin door and walked outside.

The corridor was filled with choking smoke, and the orange-red flames rolled up a large amount of ash, spreading wildly in the black fog.

The sea breeze blew in from the cracked deck, and the fire spread rapidly with the wind. In a vague way, Eric could hear the dying sailors screaming in nowhere.

"I hope the torpedo tube is still intact, otherwise it would be a problem." He murmured, walking to the side according to his impression.

This is an old destroyer, and the torpedo launcher should be designed in the middle or rear of the ship, where Eric hopes to see them.

Along the way, the surging orange-red flames continued to fade away in front of him. The high temperature of thousands of degrees could have melted the steel, but now they met their masters and gently lowered their unruly heads.

It was not that Eric's magnetic field talent turned into fire control ability, but that his understanding deepened again after it came to this era.

The essence of fire is both energy of light and heat, and electromagnetic waves with light waves and heat radiation. In Eric's current view, they are no different from metals that are easily magnetized.

On this warship that had been ravaged by artillery fire, the magnetic controller slowly rose into the air, an invisible magnetic field enveloped all sides, the flames were quickly extinguished, and the gaps that were pouring into the sea water gradually closed.

When Major McTagoth woke up again, there was already a silence in the cabin. Through the broken portholes, he could vaguely hear sporadic sounds of cannons coming from outside, but they were already very far away.

After surviving the dizzy state, the Army Intelligence Officer got up with difficulty. Now his heart was filled with gratitude. He was really grateful to God for being able to escape his life in such a strong blow.

Of course, Mr. Major did not forget everything before he lost consciousness. Eric's strange words and deeds must have problems, which fully demonstrates that his suspicion is not unreasonable.

Perhaps it was him who used some method to reveal the news of the fleet passing to the German Navy.

The major thought hatred, gasped for a while, then picked up the pistol stuck between the bed frame and the cabinet from the ground.

I wonder if that guy is still alive... Should he leave this dangerous ship first, or search and see if he can find his supervisory object?

The two thoughts of saving lives and making meritorious service were circulating in the intelligence officer's mind, causing his already confused mind to become more and more confused.

Shaking his head, McTagot finally made up his mind to leave here first.

So he groped through the wall and walked out of the cabin carefully.

The outside was full of damaged marks, shrapnel, limbs and scattered debris soaked in the knee-deep sea water, and the ship miraculously did not sink.

Although he was not from a navy, the major could see how dangerous the situation was just now.

Just as he kept drawing crosses, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed him.
Chapter completed!