In the early morning of November 29, a large number of cargo ships still stranded at the port began to leave the port under the "good persuasion" of Canadian soldiers holding submachine guns. The words were clearly stated: the German fleet might arrive again in an hour. If the cargo ship does not want to completely destroy it, it must evacuate the port as soon as possible. Although there are German submarines lurking outside, and the escort warships are not able to eliminate it now, at least the freighter in front has encountered a torpedo attack, which greatly consumed their attack weapons, so the freighter leaving the port is generally safe...

Smart people understood as soon as they heard it, but everyone was reluctant to be a shield to attract torpedoes, so they walked slowly, hoping that the ships in front could only consume the torpedoes of German submarines as soon as possible. In fact, the consumption of torpedoes of German submarines was faster than they expected. Most of the 12 submarines were only one-third or even one-fifth of the torpedoes left. Faced with the fleet's intensive departure from the port, the intimidation effect was limited. As long as they rushed over, they could quickly break through the interception, but no one was willing to sacrifice themselves to achieve others. Therefore, the evacuation was quite slow. For more than an hour, the nearly two-o ships stranded behind started two-thirds, making Thomas so anxious that he was helpless.

At 12:37, the German lightning strike detachment with high advancement had arrived at the scene. They thought they were going to deal with at best one or two teams of creation, but suddenly, facing the dense green light spots on the screen, everyone took a breath of air conditioning. How many ships are there?

"Transfer to each ship: the bow of the ship is lined up in an arc-shaped lineup..." When Lieutenant Colonel Marcas was only more than 6 o'clock away from the ship group, Lieutenant Colonel Marcas excitedly issued an order. When he was first promoted from the position of destroyer captain to the North and Captain, he was always very excited, thinking that his chance to show off his skills had come. He thought how exciting it would be if he could kill a battleship or aircraft carrier. As a result, whether it was north or Oi, he had a heavy thunder suit. In the previous few battles, he went to disappoint. Not to mention shooting torpedoes himself, even air defense required other destroyers or cruisers to provide cover. The officers and soldiers of the ship complained and kept asking to switch to the S boat troops. At least they could fight there quickly, right?

Now, the opportunity has finally come!

One minute later, with the north and the Dajing as the core, 24 S boats launched a majestic geese-wing formation around the two warships, with a distance of 12 kilometers, which looked like the elite archers before the war between the two armies began.

"Torpedo preparation! Maximum range!"

"shoot!"

"Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua" The eight h9s flying out of the first row of two 4-combined torpedo tubes on the left and right sides of the North Shang Vol. The 8 h9s flew out into the cold North Atlantic Ocean. After entering the water, the torpedo floated up to a designated depth of 3-6 meters after a while. The thermal power of oxygen combustion drove the propeller to rotate and pounce forward.

The scene at that time made Makas dazed. He seemed to see sharp arrows covering the sky and rushing towards the enemy's stormtroopers. 24 S boats shot 72 H9 torpedoes in this round, and Dajing and Beishang shot a total of 16, with a total of 88 torpedoes heading straight to the Allied fleet. This is not an ordinary torpedo, all weighing 2.85 tons, and it is the number one killer in the torpedo world that hit anyone who dies.

"The boat loads up again, heads north, and shoots all the wells!"

"HuaHuaHuaHuaHua" two heavy lightning strike ships had a total of 40 torpedo tubes, and under the order of Marcas, they all shot out. Now, there are a total of 152 torpedoes rushing forward on the sea outside the small port of St. Johns.

What is even more chilling is that such a terrible enemy is still reloading!

All the German officers and soldiers were waiting quietly on the warship to watch the upcoming fireworks, and no one dared to rush forward rashly. Not to mention that the lightning strike detachment could not block the warship, even if the 10,000-ton treaty heavy cruiser hit H9, it would be sank.

"Guess, how many boats can you hit?"

"One of four out of four, at least 40 ships!"

"I'll bet one out of three, 50 ships!"

"Boom!", "Boom" Even if you shoot at the maximum range, h9 can run to a height of 34 kilograms. When you shoot just now, the lightning strike detachment was only more than 5 ooo meters away from the edge of the cargo ship. This distance was completed in an instant.

"One, two...eight...eleven...twenty..." When they counted 26, all the German officers and soldiers could no longer count, because the explosion was too dense and dazzling, and it was difficult to tell which ship had sunk. They only knew one loud noise after another, one ball of fire after another.

"Torpedo... torpedo!" There were a large number of torpedoes outside. The sailors on the boat screamed. They tried their best to avoid it, but the torpedoes came so fast and the track was so unobstructed. There were ships on both sides, either they could not avoid the torpedoes or could only collide with others.

The explosions, screams, and cry for help gathered into a tragedy of the arrival of the doomsday.

Even if the torpedo passed by the freighter in front of him due to the gap, he would find a suitable target to destroy it. The result of being hit by H9 was only one sinking. Two destroyers with poor luck were directly blown into two sections by torpedoes...

Marcas, who was filled with joy and his eyes were about to squint into slits, turned his head and told the telecommunications staff: "Use Morse telegram code to telegram these stupid geese. The main fleet of the German Navy is here, so if you want to die, just rush out."

"It's a lie, a lie, there's no main fleet. At most, there are some destroyers. You can win if you rush over... Only everyone will die together as you gather here."

"But they have a lot of torpedoes!"

There was another loud bang.

Macaste went to take a look at the radar screen again. The dense green light spots just now were obviously much thinner. He felt ache, so heavy that it was all money! But in the end he could only comfort himself: "Life is sometimes like this..."

Fearing the interception of the torpedoes and lightning strike detachments, these freighters hesitated and did not dare to rush out. Several brave destroyers wanted to destroy the enemy troops on the opposite side, Dajing, and north, although the shelling strength of the north was not strong, the torpedoes loaded on the S boat were fatal enough.

At 1:06 am, Lieutenant General Bei received the report and nodded repeatedly to praise: "Good job! Fortunately, the Lightning Detachment taught these cowboys a lesson with the torpedo night, otherwise they would have slipped away and I would not be able to catch them yet. Should I go to shell the port or chase the freighter?"

"Sir, although some cargo ships have returned, there are still bold and arrogant people rushing out, and some destroyers are still trying to attack the lightning strike detachment."

"How many roads are there to them?"

“At least 2o kilometers!”

"Simple... the heavy cruiser sprinted to deal with those flies. All battleships fired guns at once, with a distance of 22ooo meters. Tell the Americans that we are here!"

"Boom" Seven battleships with huge axle power lined up in a row, and fired a salvo with gunfire. They splashed dozens of water columns at the port of St. Johns. There were even two shells with great luck. They hit the target directly and of course they were in the soul...

"Use clear telegrams to these cargo ships... I will stop the ship and surrender to our army. I will guarantee their captive status and enjoy relevant rights and interests. If you dare to destroy ships or cargo, you will be regarded as members of the guerrillas and do not enjoy all rights and interests in the Geneva Convention. After being captured, you will be executed on the spot!" Lieutenant General Belarus issued an order with a murderous intent. The staff who sent the order shrugged and went to the telegram without saying anything.

At 2:24 a.m., the telecommunications staff member with cold hands and feet trembled and handed the telegram to Lieutenant General Ingram. General Jin, who was beside him, was exhausted on the sand due to hard work for a day.

"...The German main fleet suddenly appeared outside the port of St. Johns, intercepting the fleet and sinking several freighters. In order to avoid unnecessary sacrifice, the other freighters have decided to surrender. Some freighters return to the port and go ashore to hide. The German army is now attacking the port with its naval gun fire. Our army urgently needs to continue reinforcements!"

"It's over..." Ingram sighed. There were many ships on Newfoundland Island, nearly 50,000 tons of supplies all finished!

"Wake General Jin and General Marshall and the others for a meeting. The Germans are about to arrive at 6..."

When General Jin, who was awakened in a hazy manner, heard that there was an emergency military situation, the first thing he did was to ask Ingram: "How many ships have run out?"

Ingram shook his head hesitantly and handed the telegram to the latter. After reading the telegram, General Jin, who was always tough, suddenly felt a sore nose, and tears flowed all over his head, and began to hug him and cry: "Oh, how can I explain to the president?"

The young staff around them all sobbed in a low voice. It was nothing to lose some supplies, but if you lose 50,000 tons of supplies, even the United States, which is rich and powerful, could not withstand it.

Marshall sat silently in his seat. Arnold stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he could see the plane through the roof. Eisenhower didn't say a word. He suddenly remembered the scene when he was forced to withdraw troops from Africa, and later he burst into tears.

"Let's have a meeting..." When General Kim returned to his calm, Li Hai spoke first, "The president is not in good health. Don't tell him such exciting news for the time being. The British side should also maintain as much as possible..."

Everyone nodded silently.

"The enemy is shelling the Port of St. Johns. Judging from the current situation, there is no doubt that the battle of the 6th is to be carried out. The key now is to defend Newfoundland." General King took a deep breath. "I don't think we have no chance. At least we have two Canadian masters on the island; at least, after dawn, the 6th flight can be launched to attack; at least, General Cunningham's fleet is coming to reinforce..."

"Can we put the enemy ashore, use the 6th army's forces to hold the opponent down, and extend the time the opponent stays in Newfoundland, so that we can mobilize superior forces to destroy the German army?" Ingram made a suggestion, which made everyone's eyes lit up, and then discussed this plan... (To be continued.)

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