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The submarine entering the port is not much shorter than the one that Colonel Bach and his group ride, but the hull is obviously narrow, which is like the difference between bamboo poles and logs. The difference between space and facilities in the boat can be imagined. However, Lynn is not qualified to be picky now, and it is thankful to be able to get him and his soldiers on board.

Before the submarine got on the dock, Ziggenke took out a handwritten list from his pocket and read out the numbers of the troops listed above one by one. Mottcheg's role at this time was similar to a "megaphone" - he immediately repeated loudly, "Second 7 of the 2nd Assault Team", "Tail 3rd Task Force", and "Calmot Battle Company", these sounded like names of irregular troops. Each group of officers and soldiers came with seven or eight more, and only three less. In the end, Ziggenke finally read "Galgo's 11th Night Battle Task Force". Lynn quickly answered "arrive", and then called Wofrum and others to come. As the soldiers gathered, all the "Aryan Ark" plan escort troops that came with the armored column had withdrawn from the dock, and only those German soldiers who had been sent to perform guarding and defense missions were left around.

Motchig ordered the number of people, turned around and reported to Ziggenke: "Twenty-nine!"

Ziggenke glanced at the list last, quickly folded it up and put it in his pocket, and then said in a low tone: "This submarine can be loaded!"

Seeing that the submarine was leaning towards the dock, the officers and crew on the boat were already in place, Motcheg asked the major for instructions, faced the armored command vehicle and shouted loudly: "Hans!"

The communication officer who got out of the car was the one whom Linn had seen in Motchig and his car. He was carrying an mp40 and carrying a black briefcase in his hand. He ran to the nearest place and immediately reported to Ziegenke: "Sir, I just received a telegram. The troops that came to take over the equipment were air strikes on the road. They might arrive half an hour later. Our transmitter and telephone..."

Ziggenke turned his head and looked at the armored vehicle. The open rear end was facing this side. He immediately removed the submachine gun from the non-commissioned officer's shoulder, walked a few steps, pulled the bolt, pulled the gun to a position slightly lower than the shoulder, aimed at it, and then fired continuously at the armored vehicle. Most of the bullets were accurately shot into the car, and pieces of paper flew across it. It was not until the magazine was exhausted that he lowered the gun and turned back, and threw the submachine gun back to the non-commissioned officer. The series of movements were very cool. Of course, with the shooting accuracy of the submachine gun, the technical performance was also quite good.

Motcheg did not wait for the sailors on the submarine to throw the cables over, but shouted "A total of 32 people" to the submarine commander standing on the command cabin, and made corresponding gestures with both hands.

On the elliptical cross-section of the barrel-shaped command cabin were two submarine officers in black waterproof jackets, one of whom was holding a large binoculars to watch the west sky, the other facing the bow, with a black pipe in his mouth, and his beard was clean, so he looked younger. He had no movement or verbal response to the figures provided by Motchig, as if everything was already on his chest. The ordinary crew members seemed busy and alert, and they had already picked up the single-barrel machine gun behind the command cabin and turned the muzzle to the west where the enemy planes were most likely to appear, while others were preparing cables and landing pedals.

As soon as the submarine landed, Motchig jumped onto the submarine. He quickly walked to the bottom of the command cabin and raised his head to speak to the submarine officer holding a pipe. In normal times, SS officers with similar ranks would not "respect" the naval officers like this.

After some distance, Lynn could not hear what the captain holding a pipe said to Mottcheg. Anyway, his voice was not very loud and his posture was not very arrogant, which always made people feel a little too calm and numb. Then Captain Motcheg turned around and shouted to his colleagues who were standing by the dock as amnesty, "Come on the ship, board the ship in order!"

Since the day he joined the army, the German soldiers have been instilled with strict discipline. Even if they did not see the fierceness of Zilienke's shooting just now, the waiting team was not at all chaotic and crowded. Everyone respectfully gave up a passage to Major SS, waiting for him to walk over the pedals and board the submarine calmly, and then they boarded the submarine in groups according to the troops number they had previously clicked - Lynn and his soldiers lined up to the end again.

With the arrival of SS soldiers, the submarines that looked like oversized canoes were obviously up and down. Lynn deliberately did not look at the gradually moving waterline, but changed his mindset to observe the 100% original "World War II German Submarine". Its appearance is consistent with what is seen in historical pictures and materials: the deck is narrow and flat, with deck artillery and anti-aircraft machine guns installed. The command tower cabin is located in the back of the middle, and the huge Arabic numeral "396" was painted on the side with white paint. A rather abrupt round tube extends out from under the deck. This is the common "snorkel" on German submarines in the late war.

After boarding the boat, Major Chilienke did not drill into the cabin or commanded the tower cabin to communicate with his colleagues in the navy, but walked along the submarine deck to the bow of the boat. He looked at the hills in the distance with a dull expression, looking like a wanderer about to leave his hometown and silently sing his infinite longing.

"It seems that this trip must not be as simple as going to Kiel or Denmark!" Linn thought to himself. After the soldiers in front walked past the pedals one after another, he endured the pain in his legs and helped Wolfrum to board the submarine. The problem also came. The naval captain holding the pipe saw that several soldiers including Lynn and Brewer were carrying infrared night vision equipment, so he told Motchig to reduce the burden. The SS captain explained in embarrassment that these night vision equipment was of great value and that the superiors had ordered them not to be abandoned at will.

Lynn originally thought that the serious submarine commander would be very unhappy, but he nodded and ordered the crew through the sound transmission tube of the command cabin: "Give up all excess items and leave only sixty people for a week of food and fresh water"!

Sixty people, one week, this number immediately aroused Lynn's great curiosity. It seems that with the SS officers and soldiers boarding the boat, the total number of people on the submarine will not exceed 60. On the contrary, the submarine is equipped with less than 30 crew members. As for "one week", according to the average speed of German submarines during World War II, they can sail up to 1,500 nautical miles in the seven days of the day and night, and it is just enough to drive into the North Atlantic. Is the destination the cold Arctic Circle?

Climbing down the hatch next to the boat's bow artillery, Lin Neng endured the pain in his legs and shoulders, so when he got down the cabin, sweat beads as big as beans flowed down his hair and temples. The inside of the submarine was not as oil stains as expected, but the sound of the diesel engine running was very noisy, and the space was really narrow. When he encountered someone coming towards him in the cabin, both of them had to stick to the bulkhead to interlaced, and the cabin door was even smaller. When he walked past, he had to bow his head and bent down. Looking at the cabins that were also small, one more person had to be planned and planned, and there were thirty-two people who squeezed in!

"23...24..." The naval officer wearing a black ship-shaped military cap pointed at the number of people with his fingers. Lynn was the 24th person to enter the inner cabin of the submarine. The officer estimated it and pointed to the stern of the boat and said, "There is no place in front, go back and go to the torpedo cabin of the stern!"

When Lynn turned around, Wolflum was already carrying his night vision equipment. Seeing Lynn sweating profusely, the veteran bent down without hesitation: "Come on, I'll carry you away!"

Walking around the flat ground in front is nothing. When I climbed down from the vertical passage of the submarine, Lynn's thigh wound hurt so much. He felt that blood was leaking, but I was afraid that the suture mouth would almost crack at this time. But the submarine was too narrow, and Wolflum took two assault rifles and a heavy battery box. He gritted his teeth and shook his head: "It's okay, I'll just go slowly!"

Pity was also helpless. Wolflum walked in front, and Noah, who followed him, also wanted to help Lin En, but Lin En politely declined.
Chapter completed!