The sky is clear, under the scorching afternoon sun, the Royal Navy T-class submarine N25 is sailing at full speed on the sea surface of Bristol Bay. The towering streamlined bow of the boat is like a sharp machete to split the turbid sea water in the bay, and the splashing waves hit the hot steel deck. ∽↗∽↗,

"If we keep this speed, it will take us half an hour to enter the deep water. I have reminded you, Captain, your plan is entirely gambling, and now you have brought us all into danger." Deputy Captain Lieutenant Matthew complained endlessly in the captain's ear.

"Shut up, lieutenant, observe carefully. I don't want to hear you complain like a woman anymore." Captain Bernard glanced at his subordinate coldly, then held a telescope and continued to observe the nearby sea surface.

Bristol is not a suitable military port. The bay is surrounded by shallows alluvialized by rivers. The waterways that can be used are both narrow and shallow, which is an irreparable fatal flaw for the Navy.

At the beginning of the armistice, the German army proposed that the British Royal Navy must recall all her British submarine troops under her control, to eliminate combat injuries and injuries, as well as part of the Mediterranean and Far East. The British Royal Navy now has a huge craft group composed of forty-three submarines.

The British submarines have some deviant skills. They seem to have always wanted to use this thing in fleet battles, and the T-type large ocean-going submarine is the product of this kind of idea. This was the most technologically advanced submarine in the world at that time, and even surpassed the German U-boat Vii type in some aspects. For example, it was equipped with the world's first practical active sonar. It was able to use sonar to target in deep submarine states without floating to the depth of the periscope for visual aiming. The submarine could launch a raid on the enemy ship directly from underwater, which was the highest military secret at that time.

However, this technology has been obtained by the German army. Previously, the n25 similar boat n38 Taku fell into the hands of the German Navy due to a chlorine leak accident. The Germans have installed the seized sonar with the latest u1001 for actual combat tests.

The German Navy asked the British to concentrate all large submarines at the port of Bristol, and the one who was attracted by the port was covered with starry shallows. What's more troublesome is that due to the impact of the river, the terrain of these shoals is still changing, which is the restricted area for all submarines. No submarine has the courage to dive in this area.

Captain Bernard is facing this embarrassing situation now, but since the plan has been started, he can only move forward without hesitation. He and everyone on the submarine can no longer look back at this moment, including the chattering Matthew on the side, also knew this very well. The lieutenant was good in other aspects, but he was a little more courageous.

Bernard was not the original commander of the submarine. In fact, none of the submarines were the original crew members of the submarine. They all sneaked out of various craft teams. Someone spent a lot of money to hire them and organized them, and secretly sent them to the ship at noon that day.

This is a private operation and has nothing to do with the country. Bernard believes that he only needs to bring the submarine to the destination safely to obtain money that he may squander in his entire life. The captain has commanded an S-class submarine of more than 700 tons, and the tonnage is much smaller than the T-class. However, the design of British submarines is in line with each other, so the overall layout and control methods are not much different. With years of accumulated experience, he skillfully directed the submarine to bypass the blocking net arranged by the army laymen and successfully drove the submarine to sea.

The problem is that this is just the first step in the plan. Although it has achieved a successful success, it has also alarmed the top leaders of the UK and Germany. If the British bureaucrats are as slow as they always react, then they should have enough time to break into safe waters. At that time, as long as the submarine dives into the water, no one can find it out of the vast sea.

The only variable of the plan was the German side. Bernard and the employers discussed it fiercely for this, and finally the other party successfully convinced him. The Germans were still busy occupying Britain, and there were a large number of surface ships of the Royal Navy waiting for them to receive it. It was impossible to spend energy to pay attention to the whereabouts of a British submarine.

"We have entered the deep water channel. Although the depth is only thirty meters, it is enough for us to dive." Matthew made a suggestion loudly from the side.

"It's not time yet, keep moving forward. I can't waste precious electricity in this narrow channel." Bernard decisively refused. The submarine's underwater navigation distance is limited. If the battery is consumed here, it must be refloated and charged when it reaches the sea. If it is intercepted at that time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"I understand, Captain." Lieutenant Matthew was not a fool either. He thought for a moment and understood the captain's plan.

"Our speed is only fourteen knots, can't we be faster?" Bernard shouted loudly at the call tube.

"I have tried my best and the engine is running at full speed." The navigator's answer came from the call tube.

"I said that there must be something wrong with this submarine. If I had known it was N25, I would not have been on this boat no matter how much I was given." Matthew started his complaint again.

"Hell, Matthew, are you wrong? I think you need to find a place to calm down alone. Now close your cursed mouth and don't mention that matter in my ear, don't mention a word!" Bernard put down his telescope, turned to his face and scolded loudly at the first mate.

Just as the captain of the submarine was spewing water on the first mate's face, another discussion was taking place in the officer's cabin in the front of the submarine.

"This is what you call a safe way? Mr. Miller. I think it's a little different from what you said before." Howard Flory sat on a corner sofa, holding a file bag tightly in his hand.

"Don't worry, Doctor, we have made strict plans and there will be no problem. Besides, no place in this world is absolutely safe. You also know that it is a war period and your country has been occupied by barbaric conquerors. Your research will play a very huge role in saving your country. It is also necessary to take some risks at this time.

You should now consider how to convince the foundation's directors to continue to invest in your research after you arrive in the United States. Although my boss is optimistic about your project, he cannot make a decision on the board. Investing research funds must be supported by most directors." Harry Miller sat on a folding chair opposite Florida and talked. This somewhat bald middle-aged gentleman was the agent of the Rockefeller Foundation in Europe. The entire escape plan was completed by him behind the scenes.

Florida contacted the Rockefeller Foundation at the end of 1939. Mr. Miller personally rushed to Oxford from the Paris branch. He saw the potential behind this study. Medicine has always been a profitable business. If the research path is correct, you may only need to invest a little money, and the reward may be an inexhaustible gold mine.

At that time, Florida was trapped by funding problems. The school's research funds could not be used casually, and the funds originally allocated to the laboratory had been consumed. Florida mobilized all his relationships to find new sources of research funds, but no one was optimistic about his research at this time.

The British Medical Research Council expressed some interest. They were willing to invest 25 pounds in it. What can 25 pounds do? Florida could not even think of it. In the end, they rely on Qian En's Jewish identity, and they obtained 300 pounds of monthly funds from the Medical Research Council, which was paid in the name of living expenses given to Qian En. The final fund obtained from the committee was 120 pounds of antibacterial research funding per year. This is a big deal. Every laboratory that does similar research will definitely be able to get it as long as it applies. This money is all-round, which is only enough to keep the experiment going, but the laboratory staff need to eat and have to pay. No one is willing to work for you for free these days. Especially bacterial cultivation is a job that is both troublesome and disgusting.

So at that time, the funding of the Rockefeller Foundation became a life-saving straw for Florida, and Miller did not disappoint Florida's expectations. The application he submitted was soon approved by the US headquarters. The wealthy Rockefeller Foundation was much more generous than the British Medical Research Association. They signed an agreement with Florida to invest 5,000 US dollars in research every year. In pounds, it was actually more than 100 pounds a month. However, for Florida, this was a rain in the desert, and the funds he had on hand were finally enough to support him in completing the research.

Florida did not disappoint Miller's expectations and successfully found a method to purify penicillin from the strain. Not only that, he also conducted a series of animal experiments. Judging from the experimental results, this drug completely achieved the expected results of Florida. Miller personally rushed to Oxford to check the experimental report, and then urged Florida to write the research results into a paper as soon as possible and publish them in the most authoritative medical journal, so that he could reasonably request the foundation to make greater investments.

However, before the magazine was published, the Germans had already set foot on England. In the end, Florida hurriedly escaped from Oxford under Miller's arrangement, and even got on the submarine in a confused manner under Miller's arrangement.

"You have to believe in the foundation's capabilities. This is a rescue operation that has been prepared very early. It's not just for you, but you can go out and take a look. Those who wear casual clothes are scientists like you, each of them are geniuses and elites in their own fields. We will not joke about the precious wealth of you humans, so you can rest assured and enjoy this wonderful journey." Miller smiled and patted Florida on the shoulder.

"I understand. Thank you very much for answering my question. Sorry, my mind was a little confused. You know, I would never dream of something happening in these thirty hours. Now look, I am on a submarine, a real submarine. Sorry, I am a little excited again." Flory waved his arm exaggeratedly, and finally hit the wall on the side.

"It's okay, Doctor, you'll get used to it soon. You can rest here first, and someone will take you to your bed later." Miller patted Miller on the back, then stood up and walked out of the small compartment.

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