The expressions of everyone on the bridge changed drastically. If this was the case, wouldn't it be a trap if they came to rescue themselves? Reina said even more nervously:
"Boss, what should we do? Should we retreat immediately?"
Fang Lang looked at him strangely and said:
"The enemy is right in front of us, why should we retreat?"
"But, this is a trap! That submarine, plus the Harry! We will be attacked from both sides."
"No, there are more than two. The damage to the stern rudder of the Harry is not fake, and this damage is not the work of that submarine. There is at least one U-boat nearby. So there are two submarines here."
"Then what should we do."
"Don't worry, their biggest advantage is that they are in the dark and we are in the light. Do you think their advantage is still there now?"
"But even if we know their conspiracy, we are still at a disadvantage!"
However, Fang Lang stopped talking and began to think silently about how he should break the situation. What puzzled him the most now was how the Harry was controlled. No matter how he looked at it, even if all the people from the two submarines attacked the Harry, there wouldn't be as many people as there were on the Harry!
If there was a traitor on the Harry, Fang Lang wouldn't believe it. After all, everyone on the Harry should also know that the House and Harry are not good brothers. If the people on the Harry rebelled, there is no reason why they should not know this.
Now Fang Lang estimates that the number of enemy troops on the Harry will never exceed thirty, because the number of members of a U-boat, including officers, is about sixty. If there are too few people on a submarine, it cannot launch an attack.
Therefore, Fang Lang concluded that there would definitely not be many enemies on the Harry at this time. This means they have a chance to recapture the Harry. Slowly, a plan gradually took shape in Fang Lang's mind.
"Communicator, help me call the boatswain's deputy!"
"Yes, sir!"
The deputy bosun of the House is Cruzaire Duarte, Fang Lang's original guard squad leader of the transport ship Gilas. This can be regarded as one person’s attainment of the chicken and dog’s ascension to heaven! It turned out that the main backbone of the Gilas basically followed Fang Lang to serve on the new ship.
And this Duarte, like Fang Lang, belonged to the first batch of Brazilian expeditionary forces to land in Italy. After about two years of training by the US military, and having participated in battles against Italian and German troops, he can be regarded as a House. Apart from Fang Lang, he is the only other officer who has experienced actual combat in the army.
Soon Duarte came to Fang Lang. Fang Lang gave him instructions and discussed with him for about 20 minutes before Duarte took the order and left.
After everything was ready, Fang Lang connected to the Harry's communication.
"Harry, this is House. Please answer when you receive it. Over!"
"House, Harry received it, please speak, over!"
"In order to check the damage to your ship, we will send several mechanics from our ship to your ship to check the damage and confirm the rescue method. Please cooperate with your ship."
There was silence on the Harry for a while before replying:
"Harry received it, our ship will lower the climbing net at the stern, please pay attention to safety, over."
Seeing that the other party agreed, Fang Lang smiled slightly, knowing that the other party could not refuse such a request. After Fang Lang ended the communication, he came to the MK1 traffic boat on the side of the boat and said to Duarte and thirty soldiers who were ready to go:
"Are you all ready?"
Except for a few soldiers who acted as mechanics and had M1911 pistols on their waists, the other soldiers were fully armed. Four of them carried M1 Gardland rifles on their backs, and the rest all had Thompson submachine guns.
Everyone looked at their captain with serious faces and shouted in unison:
"Ready."
Fang Lang waved his hand fiercely and said: "Then let's go."
The soldiers boarded the MK1 traffic boat without hesitation. This boat is the standard traffic boat on the Fletcher-class destroyer. It is specially responsible for personnel transportation and maritime communication. It can carry up to 25 people.
In the dark night, two destroyers of the same model were two nautical miles apart. A traffic boat slowly sailed from the moving House to the Harry parked on the water.
It seemed that this was a simple rescue operation. The searchlight on the Harry was shining in front of the traffic boat throughout the process, guiding the traffic boat. Soon, the six mechanics on the traffic boat took the traffic boat from the bow to the stern.
Several people also carefully checked near the rudder at the stern of the ship. Two mechanics even ignored the biting and cold sea water, jumped into the sea, and used lights to carefully check the damage to the stern rudder.
There were seven or eight crew members on the warship all the time, sticking their heads out of the side of the ship and observing their movements. After about twenty minutes of touching, several people finally completed the inspection. He put the tools on his back and started climbing up the Harry.
When the crew members on the Harry saw several people climbing up, several people began to hide in the shadows, leaving only four or five people standing at the stern of the ship to greet the mechanics of the House.
"Hey! Man, thank you so much. I am the chief engineer of the Harry. How are the results of your inspection?"
A short, middle-aged man with blond hair enthusiastically pulled several people onto the Harry one by one. He took the initiative to shake hands with everyone and said with a very warm expression.
Duarte walked out on his own initiative, without being polite to the middle-aged man in front of him, and cursed directly:
"This damn weather is freezing me to death. Do you have any hot coffee? Give us a cup to warm ourselves up. Judging from the damage to our stern rudders, it seems that it cannot be repaired. Let the fleet's rescue ship come up later and take care of us. Drag it back!"
Seeing that Duarte and the others were all wet, and that there were two others wearing swimsuits, who were obviously mechanics who had just entered the water for inspection, the requests of the people in front of them were irresistible, so they could only say enthusiastically:
"Yes, yes, yes! The weather is already cold and it's raining. We really need to find a warm place and drink a cup of hot coffee to warm up. Please come with me and let's go to the cabin to warm up together!"
Then he inadvertently gave an imperceptible look to several figures in the darkness, then turned around and led the way forward.
Duarte and the others remained calm, as if they didn't know anything. They shook the rain off their raincoats and followed the blond middle-aged man forward.
At this time, the House commanded by Fang Lang had bypassed the Harry and arrived at the 068 position where the signal was lost. Fang Lang had been standing outside the bridge, staring at the sea not far away with a telescope, although nothing could be seen with the naked eye. He couldn't see it, but Fang Lang's intuition told him that there was a pair of eyes in the sea not far away, staring at him.
The dark night provided the enemy with a perfect camouflage. Fang Lang finally gave up using the telescope to really see the target. He just needed to know where he was, right?
Returning to the bridge, Fang Lang picked up the communicator and said:
"Combat Situation Center, how far are we from the signal loss area?"
"Sir, according to the records, the area where the signal disappeared is about one nautical mile directly in front of us."
"Copy that, done."
Fang Lang turned his head and ordered to the whole ship:
"The gunshots on the Harry are the order to attack. The enemy U-boat is on our ship, one nautical mile directly ahead. All weapons can fire freely after entering the range. Do you understand?"
"Understood, sir!"
"Sonar, once you fire the underwater enemy, there will definitely be movement. I hope you can catch them as soon as possible. Remember, it's not him, it's them. There must be a deeper enemy hidden at the stern of the Harry. Be sure to Find him for me! Do you understand?"
"Understood! Sir!"
Just as Fang Lang expected, one nautical mile directly in front of the House, the commander of a U-boat was using his periscope to stare at the Allied destroyer that was getting closer and closer to him.
"Sir, why is this destroyer coming straight towards us? Have they discovered us?"
He heard nervous questions from his subordinates.
Calhoun was also confused in his heart. He could understand if the enemy did not directly approach the Harry. It is normal for the enemy to want to surround the Harry for inspection.
But the circle around is a bit too big! It even almost came to his head, which made him feel a little alert.
What he didn't understand was that they had been silent for such a long time. Logically speaking, it was impossible for the enemy to detect them. But why are they getting closer and closer to me?
It's a pity that he is only a participant in this plan, not the maker of the plan. He must execute it according to the plan.
