"On the morning of November 15, a German surface fleet was found 210 nautical miles west of Ireland. They had battlecruisers and a large number of fast torpedo boats, and seaplanes provided a broad reconnaissance vision. Each transport fleet must try to avoid existing routes nearby and choose a southern port for unloading; once discovered by German reconnaissance aircraft, the fleet will be disbanded immediately and fled separately. They must not gather in one place and be completely wiped out by the Germans."

Shortly after the German fleet ended its feast for the sk-17 fleet, a telegram crossed the vast ocean and sent it to the commander of every British escort fleet. Before the war sank, the Herakes had already sent the German fleet situation he encountered to his home port via radio, and the British Admiralty also issued a comprehensive warning to the various transport fleets on the Atlantic Ocean. The frightened British commanders rushed to significantly change the route of the fleet, fearing that they would run into the German Battle Cruise Fleet head-on: Without the local large fleet, no British ship could block the thunder attack of these high-speed heavy artillery ships!

"Sucking his md milk, are those idiots in the local fleet who are mentally retarded who drink the Thames water? Why did they send the German fleet to this Atlantic route like this?"

In a British transport fleet with masts located in the middle of the Atlantic, the hot-tempered merchant ship mate couldn't help but curse loudly after learning the reason why the fleet turned to another route, "Before the outbreak of the war, we invested hundreds of millions of pounds to build the navy, hoping that they could save the glory of the Royal Navy; however, these idiots not only could not stop German submarines from raging on the Atlantic, but now even the open hunting of German surface ships is open to welcome guests! God is kind, and now there is only one old cruiser that has been escorted to us. It is a miracle that she can survive for 5 minutes under the muzzle of the German war patrol!"

Hearing the roar of the first mate, the British sailors around him were full of resentment. They felt that the boss had poured out his long-depressed voice to the fullest. Due to the large-scale pollution caused by the industrialization of the country, the Thames River, which ran across Britain, became a dead river with fish and shrimps extinction from a hundred years ago. When it was hot in summer, the two sides of the river were stenched, and nearby London citizens had to close the windows tightly to relieve the stench. The British first mate used this as a metaphor and was really angry and hated. For the Royal Navy, which was defeated in the North Sea Battle, these British citizens no longer had the respect and pride they had before: unknowingly, the sharp souls contained in the Royal Navy and this nation were slowly coming to an end on the declining road of the declining sun and mountains.

"Before, there were only German submarines on the Atlantic, so countless merchant sailors had buried themselves at the bottom of the sea: every time I went to the seafarer bar in Blackpool, I would get some news that people would never come back." A British sailor took the conversation, his voice full of bitterness. "Now the German battle cruiser has joined us in the hunting process. Where is the Atlantic route still our place to stay? Mr. Hunter, after running this trip, I decided to stay silent in Blackpool for a while, and then consider working after the threat from the German surface fleet was lifted. Compared to being a German prisoner of war who was worse than slaves, or even becoming a sacrifice to Poseidon, I would still choose to keep my freedom and life."

"The Captain has crossed the Atlantic Ocean with a load of cargo several times for the transportation subsidy given by the government. This is really a bit too risky. Although this Red Coral is hanged with an American flag, it is not an American merchant ship after all, and it is impossible to be as free and comfortable as a real American!" The first mate, known as Hunter, sighed and glanced at the sea not far away. A huge 10,000-ton cargo ship was moving through the waves, and a huge star-striped flag was flying on the mast on the ship - this was a real American cargo ship. Unconsciously, a hint of envy appeared in Hunter's eyes.

Although the US government introduced a "current purchase and self-transport" strategy to both sides of the war, driven by the huge interests of trans-ocean shipping, there were still a large number of American merchant ships that took private jobs to join this "silent and rich" action. Compared with British ships who were worried all day long and kept their heads on their belts at any time, these real lighthouse ships had no pressure: German submarines could not take the initiative to attack these ships, so they just put their efforts to load the ships, and then drove to the ports of Britain or France to make a big deal. The bigger the ship, the more things they transported in one trip, and the greater the profits they earned. If it were not for the purpose of preventing German submarines from floating onto the surface for inspection and intervention, they would not even join the British escort fleet!

Even when German war tours appeared on the Atlantic Ocean, these Americans also let the storms rise and sit firmly on Diaoyutai. So what if they meet Germans? For these neutral civilians, Germans cannot deduct or kill them. Even if they find contraband such as ore weapons, they will deduct ships and goods at most, and they will have to release them in the end. Given that their current supplies exported to Britain and France are at least 300% of the gross profit, and after a few trips, they can even make the ship money back!

In the following days, this transport fleet consisting of 23 British merchant ships and 4 American cargo ships significantly changed its original route southward under the guidance of British escort warships. In order to shorten the time to stay in the Atlantic Ocean and increase the chance of survival under the attack and hunting of German submarines, the commander of the British escort fleet also ordered the fleet to speed up in the dark and sail at full speed on the west coast of Britain.

British sailors have long been accustomed to this decision. Due to the extremely low visibility at night, it is difficult for German submarines underwater and German fleets on the water to find targets. Unless the moonlight was bright that night, British merchant ships that maintained strict light controls could almost be protected from the threat of attack. However, Americans who were traveling with them were angry about this, because the behavior of changing the destination would undoubtedly increase the range significantly compared to previous plans, and high-speed travel at night also led to coal consumption

At least twice the rate at regular speeds. From any perspective, following the British significantly increased their sailing costs and reduced the huge profits they should have earned. "We need the British to pay us an extra coal surcharge and time loss." An American captain recorded in his diary in an indignant text, "If I had known that such a change would have happened, I would rather choose the Iceland route to accept transportation employment to Hamburg, Germany."

Amid the American captain's curse, the fleet also ushered in a wave of German submarine groups in the afternoon two days later. Seeing the speeding white lines beginning to appear on the water, the Americans were so shocked that they tried their best to steer and avoid accidental injuries, they hurriedly hung a huge white flag that had been prepared long ago at the head and tail of the freighter in order to prove their authentic identity and live all their lives.

Fortunately, the German submarines did not attack these orthodox American cargo ships that protected themselves, with star-stripes and white cloths, but only dealt with British merchant ships with obvious appearance characteristics. After a few hours of chaos, three British ships were hit by torpedoes flying around. The seemingly thick steel ship's side suddenly exploded like a watermelon, and the hull immediately began to tilt irreversibly. British sailors rushed into the sea like dumplings, and then used their strength to swim around the ship. After a short while, these torpedoes hit the sea with a large amount of fire and smoke. Apart from the remaining debris and oil floating on the sea, there was no evidence that they had ever existed!

After this movement that goes on every day in the Atlantic Ocean, even though the Americans had been mentally prepared, they had been in peace for half a century and were still deeply shocked by the bloody and cruel war. The Germans were by no means easy to deal with, and the British could not achieve the absolute control of the Atlantic Ocean as claimed when hiring themselves. Although they can still survive the attacks of German submarines, with the emergence of the German fleet mentioned in the previous information, the risk of ships and money being lost will also increase dramatically! In the process of comparing toward Britain or toward Germany, the American captains got the answer that was very different from the previous ones.

The waves rolled and the wind roared. The British fleet, who had finished the mess, set off again in the gradually hiding sunset. After a very short night, the morning light that the British fleet did not want to see came again. After a short while, a sudden engine hissing suddenly sounded in the sky: the seamen of Britain and the United States looked in shock, but saw a large three-wing aircraft flying staggering from the horizon. The large floating buoy under the body was in sight. As they flew closer, they finally saw the huge iron cross under their wings. After a brief moment of dazing and silence, a scream erupted from almost all British merchant ships!

"Mr. Hunter, the German plane is here!" On the deck of the Red Coral, the British sailors panicked and looked at the experienced first mate Hunter; and the burly Welsh man was also pale at the moment, and his mind was completely confused. His own fleet had obviously changed his route, so why could the German fleet still follow him like a shadow? German planes appeared. Where are the demon war patrols who destroyed the local fast fleet? Can they escape from the pursuit of the Germans? (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

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