"Captain, that guy is here again."

A crew member shouted loudly with a telescope.

"It's really on time."

Mannahim carefully placed the lunch box in his hand on the prayer table, and then slowly picked up the telescope hanging on his chest.

"It's indeed it, it's six thousand away"

Mannaheim put down his telescope and shook his head at his subordinates with a wry smile.

"Please note that guy is here, bring the helmet with him and look forward to his head!"

Mannahim leaned out of the command tower and shouted loudly at the crew members who were inflating the rubber lifeboat on the front deck of the submarine.

"Damn it, move quickly, fast, fast..."

"Give me that damn helmet."

"Be careful on the top of your head!"

Before the captain finished speaking, the deck was already in chaos.

"I've had enough, Captain, if I hit it down you see what will happen."

The gunman Miller was busy wearing a steel helmet and jaw strap, looking indignant.

"If you're lucky, you'll be shot."

Mannahim took the helmet handed over by his subordinates.

"It's ridiculous. I finally understand why I have to equip the submarine with a helmet."

Mannaheim casually buckled the m35 helmet with the navy logo on his head, and then picked up his lunch box again.

Just as he was talking, the shrill sound of the engine echoed in the air.

"Note, it's starting."

Mannaheim shouted vaguely at his subordinates, and everyone in the command tower squatted down.

The screaming became more and more shrill, reminding people of a goose that was strangled. Just when everyone thought that the poor poultry was about to die, the screaming suddenly stopped, followed by a continuous and dull beast-like roar, and a shadow swept across the submarine deck like lightning.

A second later, a series of loud metal impacts sounded on the steel deck of the submarine, followed by a crisp "Plop!".

"asshole!"

"madman!"

"idiot!"

"Scum!"

"douchebag!"

The submarine officers and soldiers on the deck and command tower stood up and sent a sincere "greeting" from the bottom of their hearts to a small black dot that was flying away from the sea.

Looking at the crew members jumping on the deck, Mannahem took off his helmet and swallowed the peaches in his mouth.

Although many people have that kind of impulse, so far, no one has called out any words like "go to die". After all, the thing is covered with the iron cross from Germany.

"It's really a hell. I thought the submarine was shot and my ears were still buzzing. Can't I change the airdrop method?"

Fisler climbed up the command tower and said loudly while tying his ears.

"There is no problem with this method. The problem is with the asshole pilot, who practiced this as a bomb drop. The only thing that made me feel relieved was that the asshole's skills were improved in the bomb drop training targeted by u65."

"Is that right? Yesterday he almost broke Hanson's head smoking at the tail of the boat. Today this guy hit the front deck directly. I'm very sorry, I can't see the improvement you've seen."

"Today he was lower in height and faster than yesterday's bomb drops... God, I'm talking nonsense. If it weren't for the radio silence, I would have complained to the General Command about this bastard. I decided that when the mission was over, I must write this matter into the report. The pilot was so crazy. He was joking about my submarine and the life of the crew!"

Mannahim said angrily with a frown, then leaned out and shouted at his subordinates who were still indignant on the front deck.

"Hurry up and prepare that damn lifeboat and fish the damn airdrop bucket. Soldiers, move, we can't float here for too long!"

"Can't they finish airdropping at one time? Why do they have to be divided into two days?"

"You can ask the commander-in-chief yourself after we return to Hong Kong, but I can guarantee that you won't get a satisfactory answer."

Mannahim held the lunch box in one hand and the item list in the other hand and looked at it.

"Three rubber inflatable lifeboats, one medical box, ten rifles, four submachine guns, and twenty boxes of bullets, are all here."

Fesler commanded the crew to pass the things and bags to the officer's cabin.

"Plus with the things we received yesterday, we have no space at all. Fortunately, some things can be thrown away after completing the task, otherwise I really don't know where to sleep tonight."

"You can sleep in the torpedo tube, and I will make one for you, my dear Elwin."

"Haha, then you have to give me a bayonet, and I have to scrape the grease in the torpedo tube first."

"Dream, that's the German Navy's ordnance. How can you use it in that kind of place? Find a brush to brush yourself."

Mannaheim happily forked a piece of peach and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fesler smiled and shook his head. Yesterday, the chef on the boat used the "broken" can open the can with the "broken" can in front of Mannaheim. That night, a crew member saw the captain secretly put a bayonet back into the ordnance cabinet.

"Court! Thirty degrees, low-speed propeller."

The shouts of the listener interrupted the pleasant conversation between the two officers.

“How far is the distance?”

"It's very weak, heading...190, she is driving towards us."

The listener reported excitedly.

“The time is now….”

Mannahem raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Well... it should be her."

Mannahim took off his headphones from the listener's head and listened carefully for a while with his breath in his eyes, and then handed the headphones to Fisler, who was pressing the door frame with an anxious look on his face.

"The heading is 010, and the two vehicles are one-third of the speed, floating to the depth of the periscope. I hope that the guests we are waiting for are coming."

Mannahim issued a series of commands loudly while drilling through the pressure-resistant door of the command cabin.

"As for orders, heading to zero, one third of the speed, float up to the depth of the periscope, captain."

The navigator replied loudly.

"Thirty meters, twenty meters, fifteen meters, twelve meters, reach the depth of the periscope, the boat captain!"

"High-speed propeller, 330 position, captain."

The listener shouted loudly again, but this time the voice was full of tension.

"Is it close to the first target?"

"Yes, captain! She is heading for a high speed, heading...154, and she seems to be preparing to meet with the ship in front."

"Well, I get it, raise the periscope!"

"The periscope rose, captain."

Mannahem turned the brim of his white combat hat back to the back of his head, held the grip of the periscope with both hands, and then put his eyes on the eyepiece.

The sea was calm, which made Mannarheim very happy. These days were rare and good weather, which made him more confident in completing this mission. Mannarheim believed that this was the proof that God was standing on Germany. If it were the harsh climate a week ago, you could only see the waves like hills in the periscope, which would be difficult to keep the periscope on the water, let alone find any targets with it.

"Wait a minute...wait a minute... see her."

Mannahem adjusted the periscope magnification.

"He's a big beauty... three chimneys, two lifting poles on the front deck, and black bulwarks, it's her!"

Mannahim turned his face and signaled Elwin to come and take a look.

"Well, exactly the same as in the photo, it's her, Adriana, what a beautiful big guy."

"Destroyer! Just behind Adriana's side."

Elwin gave the periscope to Mannahem.

"Well, yes, level j. She's very on time and it seems everything is going according to the plan."

Mannahem left the periscope with serious orders.

"All personnel take their place and prepare for action."

"As for orders, captain!"

Elwin nodded to Mannahem and then walked towards the telephone in the boat.

"All personnel take their place and prepare for action!"

The corridors at both ends of the command cabin suddenly sounded the commands of non-commissioned officers and the chaotic footsteps of the sailors.

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Mr. Cooper, the captain of the American Ocean Cruise Adriana, is now comfortably lying in his captain's mattress and listening to his first mate chattering and complaining in his ears.

Since setting sail from Lisbon, first mate Lovell has never stopped his complaints.
To be continued...