Chapter 4 Undersea submarine

Seeing that the helmsman had given up his position, Lynn was caught off guard, but he did not regret that he took the initiative to "voluntarily". Under the market economy, there is more skill and more way to survive, and the same is often true in war years.

After sitting down, Lynn carefully observed the several dials in front of him. Although it was not as exaggerated as the game, it still seemed very clear. During the normal navigation of the submarine, the captain did not often order steering or speed change, so that the helmsman only needed to stay quietly at his post most of the time. After about ten minutes, the young helmsman yawned several times, reported to the captain, and then left Linn with a sentence "I'll take a nap", turned around and walked away. This made Lynn really speechless - do you really want to treat this submarine as a driving in the game?

Perhaps because of his concentration, after sitting in the helmman's position, the dizziness was reduced a lot, and he had not received any operation instructions for more than an hour. Lynn turned his head from time to time and saw the bearded engineer not far away. He either looked at the navigation chart in front of the navigator thoughtfully, or checked the dashboards and the exaggerated number of switch knobs on the various places with his hands behind his back, and everything was so calm and casual.

After teaching, Zunzun, the helmman on the right also gave up the seat to his substitute.

After the helmsman left, Lynn said to the SS officer who looked quite nervous, "Don't worry, the engineer has been there all the time. If you have any questions, you can find him!"

"That's a hell!" the blond man wearing the sergeant rank sign complained in a low voice, "I've worked on a private yacht before, but it was just a 200-horsepower boat, and unless it sinks, there's no need to dive at all!"

Another guy with an abnormal mood, Lin En sighed helplessly in his heart. In contrast, the soldiers under his command are very normal most of the time, and they only complain occasionally, which is easily resolved. So he tried to persuade him: "Think about the great goals we strive for, what are these little troubles?"

"Don't make any goals with me!" said the non-commissioned officer gritting his teeth, "I would rather fight in Berlin than die in Berlin than protect any special characters to come to such inexplicable places! This is simply too funny! It's too funny!"

After hearing this, Lynn was stunned. It seemed that ordinary officers and soldiers did not know the core of the Aryan Ark plan - if they realized that they were escorting the head of state all the way, would there be any complaints?

After a while, a rushing voice suddenly sounded in the voice transmitter that had been silent for a long time: "The traces of enemy planes were found in the southwest, dive, and dive at full speed!"

Just this sentence broke the calm that had been maintained in the submarine in an instant. The whimpering alarm sounded immediately, and the captain also began to roar: "Check the watertight door, make sure that it is all closed in one minute! Check the water pressure! Start filling water into the cabins 1 and 2! Keep the course! Keep the speed!"

The nervous mood was just waiting for a sentence "keep the course". While losing, Lin En was also glad - just like a novice driving a new car, he didn't know how much horizontal deflection the submarine would cause the turntable to turn. At this time, the companion on the right was busy. Although filling water into the water tank was the job of the third helmsman, in order to allow the submarine to quickly dive into the water, the role of the elevator was equally important. Because of this, the elevator taught the substitute much longer than that on his side, and after hearing the alarm, the genuine helmsman also ran back to the command cabin quickly. Seeing the SS officer following the correct process, he breathed a sigh of relief and kept saying "Yes", "That's it."

After a moment, a dull sound of "Donglong" came from his ears. Lin En turned his head in surprise. It turned out that someone was sliding down the upper command cabin along the support pole, but the grounding posture was a bit fierce, as if he was jumping directly from a platform a few meters high.

The commander immediately turned around and reported to the man wearing a waterproof jacket: "Sir, the submarine is diving at full speed!"

The man did not answer, but went straight to the back of the elevator, taking off his waterproof jacket and staring at the depth meter. Lynn turned his head halfway, and it was indeed the submarine commander holding a pipe. Although the lights in the inner cabin were dim, he could still see the quiet and icy expression on his clean face and the iron cross with oak leaves on the collar at less than twenty centimeters.

"Have the enemy plane discovered us?" the chief engineer asked with concern.

The submarine commander holding the pipe shook his head slightly, and Lin Neng also focused his eyes on the large dial of the depth meter, and the pointer had shifted from the previous 5 to the position 10. According to the experience gained in the game, the submarine should have to dive to 15 meters before it can be avoided being discovered by enemy planes or ships, but the game must be different from the reality!

With the continuous water injection of the water tank and the adjustment of the elevator, the submarine dived very quickly. In less than half a minute, the pointer of the depth gauge exceeded 15. The submarine officer standing behind the navigator also shouted: "The snorkel is about to be closed! The motor is ready to start!"

The captain finally straightened up. He turned his head to look at the others in the command cabin. After the initial turmoil, everything returned to order.

“Switch off the diesel engine!”

This sounded colder than the sea waters of the North Atlantic Ocean. Lynn was curious about what kind of experience this submarine commander, who looked about thirty years old, had. With the weight of the Silver Oak Leaf Iron Cross, there should be many Allied ships that have sunk, and maybe they are still an ace to be recorded in history? Thinking of this, the momentum of indulging in "Hunting and Snorkel" emerged from the bottom of his heart. Why didn't he travel to an orthodox submarine commander?

With the diesel engine shut down, the noise inside the submarine dropped greatly, as if a cargo truck suddenly turned off, and the quietness in his ears made people unable to adapt. When the submarine was about to dive to a depth of 20 meters, the submarine commander holding a pitch-black smoke pipe issued instructions to "stop diving" and "rise the periscope". The following scene was very similar to the one in the movie - the captain and his weapon commander stood opposite to the periscope as the center. The captain stared at the observation port of the periscope, and the weapon commander looked up at the azimuth scale of the periscope. Whenever the captain shouted "azimuth", he quickly reported the corresponding numbers.

Sometimes it was slow, sometimes it was a little faster, and the captain returned to his initial position, and only asked the weapon commander to report the position three times. It seemed that the Allied troops were flying to this sea area. Judging from the time of the submarine's navigation, Lin Neng estimated that he was only less than 200 nautical miles away from the port he set out at this time, that is, more than 300 kilometers, completely within the combat range of me262. Unfortunately, the Third Reich was declining, and once

The air force, which was so glorious, could only shrink in the last corner and fight helplessly. Now, the real head of state has quietly fled Berlin, and the new submarine he was riding on could send him to a place outside the control of the Allied forces, but what can happen in the future? Make a comeback with super-age technology? If the remaining power of the Third Reich still had such ambitions, why is the history you know completely unrecognized, except for those rumors that are merely used as topics of discussion?

In real history, Lynn naturally has a lot more things to think of than before, and they are like a ring with one clasped. Now only one or two in the front are opened, and the long line behind is still hidden in the fog.

"Put off the periscope, change to one-third of the slow sailing, turn right 5 degrees!"

When the captain holding the pipe issued these instructions, Lynn was still immersed in his own problems and did not realize the relationship between "turning right 5 degrees" and himself.

"Hey, Sergeant, what's wrong with you?" The captain of the engine who had a loud voice did not scold Lynn, but reached out and pushed him slightly - he happened to touch the wound on his shoulder, and Lynn immediately shrank back in pain.

Such movements naturally attracted the attention of the captain. When he saw Lynn's strange face and strange posture, he immediately said angrily: "Where is that guy Lambert? How can you let the novice take the helm alone?"

"I stayed up all night and went to bed!" The chief engineer explained kindly, and then taught Lynn to steer step by step. Under his experienced control, the pointer on the dial quickly moved a small grid and stopped steadily on the scale line.
Chapter completed!