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"Damn it! How did we get discovered?" At this moment, the commander of the Allied "Alpine Dog" transport fleet was repeating such a pitiful question in his mind. They carefully planned all kinds of scams, and even many sailors on the transport ship did not know that the destination of this operation plan was Iceland. They used countless methods of deceit, and even used some false news to confuse the Germans. But now all our efforts have been in vain, and the German wolves are waiting for their arrival on this route. "Boom!" Another explosion came from a distance, and the Allied commander who was deeply in fear was pulled out of his thoughts.
In this short moment, he seemed to hear something different from the explosion. But in such a short period of time, he was completely unable to find where this trace of difference existed. On the other side, the British and American destroyer forces are speeding up their turn, and the entire fleet has begun to appear chaotic and collapsed. So he hurriedly turned around and ordered loudly to his assistant: "Keep the fleet on course! It's crazy, if it gets messy, it will become a disaster!" "Your Excellency, if you face the enemy's torpedo If the course and speed are still maintained, then I think it will be a disaster." The assistant said to the general in panic.
"Bastard! Are you the commander now, or am I the commander? Order the fleet to keep its course! If anyone dares to turn around, I will sink it!" What was wrong in an instant, so he turned sideways in surprise, and pointed to the direction of the explosion with strange eyes: "It's not right! It's not right!" It's like a French meal when you're hungry, as if someone delivered it to you when you're sleepy. The soft pillow seemed to be... In short, this Allied commander who thought he was the most unlucky person in the world a moment ago suddenly felt the favor of the god of fate at this moment. "The explosion didn't continue!" He suddenly shouted excitedly. Then his pair of eyes finally found their souls, wandering back and forth in their eye sockets. At this moment, he was very excited, because at this moment his fleet seemed to be saved again. There are two tactics used by German submarines. One is the single-boat cruising ambush tactic. To put it bluntly, a submarine is walking on the sea and sinking whatever it encounters.
The advantage of this tactic is that it is impossible to defend against, and it is difficult for the Allied forces to target anti-submarine warfare. Of course, this tactic is not invulnerable, and the disadvantages are equally obvious-a submarine that does this may not encounter an enemy ship before it runs out of fuel and returns. The opposite tactic was the well-known wolf pack tactic developed by General Dönitz of the German Navy, as opposed to the single-boat cruising tactic. To put it bluntly, this tactic is to use as many means as possible to find the enemy's target in advance, and then concentrate all the active German submarines nearby to surround and kill the Allied fleet in a certain position. The reason why wolf pack tactics are terrible is that the first advantage lies in the diversity and forward-looking of early detection methods.
This is a pioneering work similar to a technological revolution for submarines to attack targets. As we all know, due to the limitations of its functions, submarines during World War II can only sail at a speed lower than that of surface ships. This makes it a small probability event for submarines to find targets and obtain good attack positions when hunting targets. As a result, a large number of submarines can only cruise aimlessly in the sea, relying on luck to find the target and attack-this kind of attack is obviously very inefficient and costly. In response to this situation, Dönitz, as a naval submarine expert, proposed an improved plan.
This plan is to use the power of naval aviation, spy intelligence agencies, and even fishing boats and merchant ships of one's own country...all of these forces to provide submarines with intelligence on the activities of enemy ships.
With the reconnaissance and intelligence, then based on the intelligence, the submarine can set up an ambush in the predetermined sea area in advance. The wolf pack tactics made up for the lack of detection conditions in the early stage of the submarine war, and concentrated superior forces to encircle and suppress the Allied transport fleet, so more ships were sunk and caused greater losses to the Allied forces. In order to leave time for themselves to escape, cause the greatest chaos, and achieve the greatest results, wolf pack tactics generally launch as many torpedoes as possible at a certain time, and then escape with one blow, fleeing thousands of miles away. These underwater assassins will often launch all the torpedoes that can be launched in the first time, and achieve the greatest results. But just now, when the commander of the "Alpine Dog" transport fleet began to despair, the sound of the explosion gradually faded away.
And after a few rings, it stopped abruptly. Oh, God! You are still on our side! After thinking this sentence in his mind, the commander immediately began to issue combat orders: "Let the destroyer keep its position! Don't be impulsive! The enemy may only have one submarine! Don't scare yourself!" It calmed down all of a sudden, everyone couldn't believe his commander, and some sailors who had experienced the tactical interception of German submarine wolf packs immediately realized something: "Hey! The explosion stopped! The enemy's attack did not continue. !" As if confirming their conjecture, the entire fleet calmed down, as if it hadn't been attacked at all. If it wasn't for a huge ship in the distance that was slowly sinking, if it wasn't for the flames spreading from the ship farther away, or if it wasn't for a ship that exploded just now—they all wondered whether they were too nervous and had an accident. The illusion of a German submarine attack. "It was an attack from a submarine! Not a pack of German wolves!" A sailor who was attacked by a pack of German wolves and survived leaned back on his chair, heaved a sigh of relief and said happily, "Great! Finally, I didn’t get home unlucky once.” One sentence spoke out everyone’s heart, and another explosion in the distance became less scary in everyone’s ears.
If there is only one German submarine, even if it is a new type of submarine, it can only have a chance to launch 16 torpedoes at most. Even if they hit all of them, it seems that they can afford to lose! But in the vast sea, how could it be possible for 16 torpedoes to hit 16 ships, which is a fantasy. Therefore, at most, less than 10 ships will be hit. On the most dangerous route in the world, such as the North Atlantic Ocean, the losses are completely within the acceptable range. As if to confirm everyone's conjecture, the sound of the explosion has not been heard for a long time, and an adjutant has come over with the loss statistics telegram and reported how much damage was caused by the attack just now: "The bottle cap The transport ship was badly wounded and left behind...Great Pyrenees sank...1447 sank...Lady Lady sank..." "Gentlemen! We don't know if we will encounter more German submarines in the night! So we must hurry Speed." At this moment, the fleet commander seemed to have risen from hell to heaven. He had already sunk half of the ships, but now he was told that only 4 transport ships had been lost-this was really good news. But just when he was secretly happy, a transport ship behind the fleet suddenly exploded again, and huge flames shot up as high as dozens of floors. Obviously, it was a transport ship full of munitions.
It is close to the center of the fleet, but unfortunately this location is not a lucky place for it. Everyone was silent, staring at the rising water column and flames in the distance, and it took a long time to recover. Anyone with experience knows that the German submarine fired a salvo of torpedoes just now, and there will never be less than 6... In this case, hitting 5 ships can only be regarded as a very satisfactory result. "We lost another ship." The commander didn't speak just now, probably because he still had some concerns.
He was worried that more and more German submarines would join the strangulation, but as time passed, it was clear that his worries had not come true. There was really only one German submarine, and this one only had time to attack once. How could it be an encounter at sea, their fleet encountered a passing German submarine, so in line with the principle of plucking geese, the German submarine launched an attack-the script is like this, there is nothing strange about it. At dawn the next day, patrolling b-17 bombers and other Allied aircraft appeared above the Allied fleet. A cruising British destroyer fleet also converged, and it seemed that the threat of German submarines was completely lifted.
The sudden appearance of the German submarine became the only episode in this transportation, and everyone on board was celebrating their luck. ... Canada, in the building where the British intelligence service is temporarily stationed, an officer put down the phone in his hand, then shook his head at his adjutant: "This kind of thing happens every day in the Atlantic Ocean, where German submarines almost It is everywhere. It would be a waste and a loss if you change such an important password just because you are worried." "However, the 'Alpine Dog' transport fleet was indeed attacked by a German submarine, and we cannot ignore the existence of this possibility The Germans may not be able to mobilize more submarines in time, that's also a possibility, isn't it?" The adjutant frowned and argued.
The British intelligence officer shook his head, and persuaded his adjutant meaningfully: "This password is due to be replaced in two months. There is no need for us to scare ourselves so much. You are just too sensitive. That's all. If you don't encounter a single German U-boat, you'll still tell me: 'The Germans may be trying to cover up', let's change the code..." --------------- Ask for a monthly pass! Longling needs a monthly pass...ask for support! ok/html/0/20728/index.html.