My own war game

Chapter 80 Hunting
May 5, English Channel, Royal Navy convoy.

On the flagship destroyer HMS Codrington, Captain George Chris was holding a telescope to observe the situation on the sea, and suddenly a strange scene appeared in his field of vision.

Several merchant ships that were supposed to be held in a safe position between two destroyers and two frigates suddenly changed their course, left the protection range of the flagship Codrington, and caught up with a small cruise ship in front.

The cruise ship was small, probably less than half the size of the Codrington. Its hull was in tatters, and on the deck one could see some listless soldiers sitting together with their knees hugged. There was nothing special about it.

It was this one ship that actually formed a separate snake-shaped formation with several other civilian ships, and was at the very head.

"What are they doing? Some kind of ritual?" George Chris pointed at the strange formation on the sea.

"Oh, civilian sailors are very superstitious. They are praying for good luck." The adjutant said as if it was nothing unusual.

"What do you mean?" The colonel didn't understand.

"Don't you know? This little ship is very famous. It has crossed the English Channel three times and transferred nearly 500 Allied soldiers. It encountered two air raids and one mine. But it can still run on the sea, which is very lucky in itself."

"The most interesting thing is that it seems to be able to predict the location of German submarines. Every time a German submarine comes, it can discover it in the first time and then escape." The adjutant explained.

"That doesn't sound like it has any basis." The colonel frowned.

"Yes, it seems even more magical precisely because it has no basis. Therefore, other merchant ships gave it a code name, "Lucky", which means that as long as you follow it, it will be safe and there will be no problems." The adjutant shrugged and continued.

"Nonsense! If this is the case, we might as well replace all the artillery with prayer rooms." The captain reprimanded with some dissatisfaction.

"Of course, this is just common superstition. They are not soldiers after all."

Beep! Beep! Beep!
At this moment, the Little Wanderer on the sea suddenly blew the whistle, then turned around and began to take the "Z" route. At the same time, the signal light on the ship lit up - "11 o'clock, 4 nautical miles, submarine."

When the other merchant ships behind saw this, they immediately followed suit and started rowing in a "Z" formation.

"Asshole! What right does he have to give such an order! This is groundless..."

hold head high! ! !
The alarm sounded inside the destroyer
"At 11 o'clock, 3.8 nautical miles, large underwater target! U BOAT!" The sonar operator's voice came through the communication pipe!

? ? ! ! !

There really is a submarine!!
"Sound the alarm! All ships disperse! Anti-submarine warfare, circular escort formation!" Without thinking too much, Colonel George Chris gave the order to the fleet.

The four warships dispersed, and three of them formed a "品" structure, surrounding the civilian ship in the middle, while another destroyer, the Foxhound, headed towards the submarine!
"Water depth 110 meters, prepare depth charges!" The sailors at the stern began to prepare to drop depth charges.

"No! Look to the starboard side! There's ..."

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

A huge explosion sounded, and a G7a torpedo hit the bow of the Foxhound. The flames rising into the sky covered the side of the Foxhound.

The submarine in front of them was just a bait. The real ambusher was now baring his fangs at the Foxhound from a farther distance!
The U-boat was nicknamed Sea Wolf.

Wolves are animals that hunt in packs.

The power of a G7a torpedo was enough to sink a cruiser-class surface ship. The Foxhound, with a displacement of only 2700 tons, was directly hit with a terrifying big hole, and the hull tilted directly to one side. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was hopeless. It was not over yet. When the fleet was frantically trying to rescue the drowned crew members on the Foxhound, a dark figure appeared behind the fleet again.

He Chi felt like his head was about to explode. Three U-boats appeared around him at the same time. Huge amounts of underwater data poured into his brain. His right eye felt like it was being pricked by a needle and blood was flowing out of his nostrils.

The third submarine aimed at the side of the little wanderer, and two white water lines rushed towards it, one in front and one behind.

He Chi stumbled into the cabin. Without having time to communicate with the helmsman, he chose to turn the rudder directly.

It is very dangerous to let an amateur drive the boat. The little traveler made a sharp turn at the risk of capsizing and straightened the bow of the boat in the waves towards the direction of the submarine.

The huge inertia caught everyone off guard. The soldiers on the deck were thrown around like a rolling gourd. At the most dangerous moment, the hull almost tilted more than 50 degrees on the sea surface and was about to turn over.

But in the end, the Little Ranger regained stability, and at this time two white torpedoes just passed by the sides of its hull.

"Fuck it!" He Chi handed the rudder back to the boatswain and said, "Keep going!"

Then he ran to the stern, reached out and pulled off the oilcloth, revealing the small depth charge thrower.

All the space on the Little Youmin is used to carry people. This thrower was installed after much hesitation by He Chi, and there are even fewer spare bullets - only four in total.

This kind of weapon, which relies on a pre-set fuse and uses changes in water pressure to explode at a fixed depth, is meant to rely on quantity to hit the target. The chance of hitting the target with four shots is about the same as the probability of winning a TV in a random lottery.

He Chi endured the discomfort in his mind and focused all his attention on the area in front. In the 3D image, a huge figure was diving under the dark water.

"The water depth is 60 meters... 80 meters... 110 meters. OK!" He Chi muttered as he set the fuse on the mine. In his field of vision, the red dot deep under the water was about to intersect with his own side.

It's now!

He Chi pulled the lever in his hand!

thump! thump!
Four depth charges were thrown into the sea at once.

In the projection of the right eye, four small things began to dive and soon merged with the black shadows under the water.

BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!!

A huge noise exploded in my ears, and four water columns rose up from the stern of the Little Homeless Man's boat one after another, followed by a pitch-black object that spurted out - it was half a propeller blade.

After that, the sea surface fell into complete silence. This is the sorrow of submarine soldiers. After the hull is destroyed, the strong water pressure will instantly kill the members inside. There is no violent explosion, no painful groan. The god of death's scythe just waved lightly, and then returned to silence.

The commanders of both Britain and Germany were dumbfounded. The destroyer Codrington did not issue any orders for a long time, and the remaining two submarines dived quickly and turned around and ran away - they didn't know that the bombs on the Little Ranger had long been used up.

A German reconnaissance plane recorded everything, and the pilot lowered his altitude with a camera to take a clear photo of the Little Ranger.

Puff puff! !

A burst of machine gun fire rang out from the Little Ranger, and the reconnaissance plane hurriedly gained altitude and fled.

(End of this chapter)