Chapter 3: The sky is dark

After finally walking to the torpedo cabin at the ferry tail, his life was saved. Lin Neng was so weak that he felt that the torpedo cabin of the submarine was quite spacious. Unexpectedly, the torpedo cabin at the ferry tail was just like a small storage room. The only torpedo launcher was located in the middle, with a hanging rack on both sides. At this time, there was no spare torpedo, but simply laid it into a bed with a blanket. With Wolfrum's support, Lin Neng quickly lay down on the left and rested for a while before he felt like he was back in the world.

After a while, Tanze, Tchimeer, Brewer and Frederick arrived with their respective weapons and equipment, filling the small torpedo cabin with a small boat-tail. Poor Tanze was also tired due to leg injuries. After all this tossing, he was also tired and his steps were heavy.

It should be close to the relationship between the diesel engine compartment and the engine compartment, and the mechanical roar in the stern cabin was particularly noisy. Even so, as long as I could lie comfortably, Lynn would not complain. However, the naval crew who led Major Ziegenke and Captain Mottchger in announced in front of everyone that these two empty racks storing torpedoes were "special shops" reserved for the officers. Even if Motchger prevented Lynn from getting up and giving way, it was only his personal good intention. How could Lynn take over for a long time with peace of mind?

After all SS personnel entered the inner cabin and after the submarine was activated, a naval lieutenant in dark uniform came to the rear cabin and politely conveyed the captain's respect and greetings to the SS officers and soldiers here, and informed everyone that in order to make the loading space on the boat, the submarine reduced the number of crew before departure, and the operational positions and shifts will not be reduced. In order to ensure that this "Boat of Life" which concerns the safety of all personnel will maintain smooth operation in the next voyage, the captain asked the SS soldiers to do their best to take on some work.

After introducing the reason, the naval lieutenant with a pretty good looks said: "Major Ziggenke, if possible, Chief Glou hopes that you can act as a commander while he is resting!"

"I'm afraid it won't work!" Ziggenke gave an unexpected answer and did not give any explanation, which made the Navy lieutenant very embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, he saw that the major still showed no sign of changing his mind, so he said "sorry" and immediately asked Motchig if he was willing to be the rotating officer on the boat.

Motchig did not refuse.

The Navy Lieutenant was relieved and looked at the other soldiers in the tail cabin: "For the rest of the personnel arrangements, I want to know first whether you have any specialties in mechanical, electrical and guns!"

Seeing that the soldiers under him were all hesitant, Lin Neng raised his hand and said, "I can drive various vehicles and have received operation training from small ships, but the time is very short!"

Before the Navy Lieutenant replied, Wolfrum rushed to say: "Sir Galgo's leg was injured. The surgery he had just performed yesterday is inconvenient to move, so please be sure to consider it!"

This sentence demonstrates the true care between comrades, and made Lin En look at the veteran with gratitude. After being tempered on the battlefield, not only the fighting skills and fighting will, but also the emotions between people have become more mellow in accumulation.

The Navy lieutenant nodded: "Okay, we will try our best to take care of this situation. The general medicines on the boat should be enough!"

Next, the soldiers began to speak one by one. First of all, Tanze, who introduced himself: "Sir, I learned a little electromechanical... When I was in school, I also knew a little radio, but my legs were also injured, so it was not very convenient to move around!"

Then there is Noah: "I'm roughly qualified for the gunner!"

Immediately afterwards, even Frederick, who usually doesn't speak much, spoke: "I have been a messenger, and if I need to do physical work, it's okay!"

The Navy lieutenant did not record it with a pen, but stared at everyone's face very seriously when they spoke. It seemed that they were imprinting these situations and corresponding faces in their minds - this required a good memory.

"Thank you for your cooperation! If you have specialties, we will arrange accordingly according to the technical positions on the boat. The vacant rotating positions still need help. Some simple training may be arranged accordingly!" After that, the lieutenant saluted Major Ziggenke, who was lying on the torpedo rack on the right, and said cautiously: "If there is a special situation, Major Ziggenke, we may disturb you, please understand!"

When Lynn saw the SS Major open his eyes and said "um" expressionlessly, as if he had a great relationship with the German Navy. When he was in the headquarters of the "Vampire" commando, Lynn didn't think this guy was a weirdo, but judging from his previous actions on the dock, he did show some neurotic signs. Could it be that the mental disorder caused by the pressure of war, or was he who was so unique?

After the Navy lieutenant left, Motchig said he wanted to inspect the soldiers' resettlement situation, and reported to Major Ziegenke and left. The rest of the personnel sat or lie in their own comfortable positions. Without crew members on duty, there was only a little place to settle in the tail torpedo cabin, and it was difficult to squeeze two or three people in.

The engines and turbines on the boat were still running in the roar of machinery. Lin Neng, who had no experience in navigating, could not feel whether the submarine was in the water or in a floating state in the inner cabin. He didn't know whether the speed was fast or slow. He just felt that the degree of bumps and shaking began to intensify. As time went by, his head gradually felt heavy and dizzy, and then he began to feel nauseous and nauseous. The consistent roar also became a major cause of tinnitus and swelling. At noon, Tanze became the first "live broadcast" among the people, and Techimel followed closely behind. The bathroom on the boat had been "occupied" by SS soldiers who were also seasick, and there were several lineups outside. In desperation, the lunch box temporarily acted as a spittoon, and the sound of vomiting of "uh uh ah ah" came one after another.

In order to relieve Tanze's pain, Lynn let out the torpedo rack, but after sitting against the bulkhead for more than half an hour, his dizziness and nausea became unbearable. This combat elite who could endure all kinds of torture and pain on the battlefield could not curb his seasickness symptoms. In the end, he had to take out the lunch box. The minced bacon and diced mushrooms that had not been completely digested last dinner, mixed with brown paste liquid, and vomited them all.

"A bunch of pitiful insects!" Major Ziegenke, who was lying on the torpedo rack, suddenly said.

Lin En had no choice but to continue vomiting the semi-digested food, and in the end even the fish soup from yesterday was not spared. In addition to the drunkenness of the college graduation dinner, the last vomiting seemed to be traced back to the cold and fever I was in childhood!

Perhaps he had expected that this group of land ducks would have severe seasick symptoms, and several crew members sent warm salt water poured into the kettle separately. Although this tasted strange, the churning of the stomach was indeed relieved. Relying on Wolfrum's knee, Lynn was breathing heavily, and the figures of Alice and Kacili appeared in his mind again. Before he knew it, they had become the mental motivation for overcoming all kinds of difficulties and obstacles. But do you still have a chance to meet with them?

In the afternoon, the previous Navy lieutenant appeared. Although most of these SS officers and soldiers accounted for seasickness, they could not be exempted from the rotation obligation. The lieutenant did not name it and notified the corresponding position arrangements one by one. Lynn served as a substitute for the helmsman, Tanze went to the motor cabin to help, Noah was the reserve gunner, Brewer and Wolflum's current task is to have a good rest and go to the deck to serve as a watch guard at night.

Lynn was not defeated by the pain. The seasickness of the past half day took the strength of his limbs. He stood up tiredly, supported the bulkheads on both sides with his hands, and jumped behind the second lieutenant with one leg. This attracted a lot of surprise. Although it was only a short distance from the tail torpedo cabin to the command cabin, the continuous jumping still made Lynn feel exhausted. As soon as he entered the command cabin, the oncoming dials, pipes and equipment were dazzled, and he almost fainted again - it would not be a bad thing to spend this most difficult beginning without any sense.

Seeing the officers and crew in the command cabin busy with their own duties, Lynn quickly remembered an old movie he had watched back then, "Strike from the Underwater". Its special effects were naturally not as dazzling as Hollywood blockbusters in the 21st century, but the carefully crafted submarine scenes and exciting battle plots still left a deep impression on him. What is more valuable is that it originally reflected the tension and cruelty of naval battles, especially those German submarine officers and soldiers who had been in a state of monotony and depression for a long time, which made people feel both admirable and sad.

The captain with a pitch-black pipe in his hand was not seen in the command cabin. Lynn turned his head to see the index on the depth meter. At this time, the Navy lieutenant stopped and said to him: "Sergeant, follow Lambert - the one on the left, he will teach you how to operate it!"

Unlike the circular roulette on the surface ship, the rudder on this German submarine is similar to the steering wheel of the car. Two helmsmen responsible for leveling and lifting respectively sit shoulder to shoulder. Some behind are the navigators on the boat, or "navigation officers". At this time, a SS officer was already standing behind the helmsman on the right, which seemed to be the same "substitute" as Lynn.

When the lieutenant heard his name, the helmman on the left, who was wearing a military cap, turned his head. This was a young face, with a somewhat similar outline to Tchimmel, and was much more mature than the little boy who was in the "cultivation period". There was a sense of tenacity between his eyebrows, but he looked haggard because of his fatigue.

"Hello, Sergeant, what's the name?" As the helmsman spoke, his eyes turned back to the dial in front of him, where there was no depth meter that Lynn had just wanted to find-it was located in front of the helmsman, and its pointer stayed on the scale of 5, and the unit of measurement was clearly written below the dial: metric meters.

Floating?

Unsure of the helmsman's rank in front of him, Lynn chose a easy-going way to get along: "Just call me Lynn!"

The helmsman had no time to greet him and got to the point: "Comrade Lin Neng, this is a wheel rudder, used to control the horizontal rotation of the submarine, turning clockwise or counterclockwise, similar to that of an ordinary ship!"

When he was in college, he played the "Hunting Snorkel" and "Destroyer Commander" series of games. Lynn felt that although there would be deviations in actual operation, at least the principle was basically understood. However, he added cautiously: "I have received several hours of boat driving training, and it is a very small boat!"

The young helmsman seemed a little dissatisfied: "It doesn't matter, the principles are almost the same. In fact... you just need to follow the commands of the engine's chief, and the steering angle is clearly displayed here!"

Let Lynn watch aside for a few minutes, the helmsman stood up and gave up his seat: "Come on, give it a try!"
Chapter completed!