Everyone on the bridge looked terrified. If this was the case, wouldn't it be a trap if they came to rescue? Reina said 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 retreat?"

"But this is a trap! That submarine, plus the Harry! We are being attacked from both sides."

"No, there are more than two. The damage to Harry's stern rudder is not fake, and the damage is not caused by 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 they still have the advantage now?"

"But even if we knew their conspiracy, we are still at a disadvantage!"

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However, Fang Lang stopped talking and began to think silently about how he should break the impasse. What he couldn't figure out the most was how the Harry was controlled. No matter how he looked at it, even if all the people on the two submarines attacked the Harry, they would not have as many people as the Harry!

If someone said that there was a traitor on the Harry, Fang Lang would not believe it. After all, everyone on the Harry should know that the House and the Harry were not good brothers. If someone on the Harry rebelled, there was no reason for them not to know this.

Fang Lang now estimated that the number of enemy troops on Harry would definitely not exceed 30, because the number of members of a U-boat, including officers, was about 60. If the number of people on a submarine was too small, it would be impossible to launch an attack.

Therefore, Fang Lang concluded that there would not be many enemies on the Harry at this time. This meant that they had a chance to recapture the Harry. Slowly, a plan gradually took shape in Fang Lang's mind.

"Communicator, help me call the boatswain's mate over here!"

"Yes, sir!"

The deputy boatswain of the House was Cruzere Duarte, Fang Lang's former guard squad leader of the Gilas transport ship. This could be considered a success for all the people involved! The main members of the Gilas had followed Fang Lang to serve on the new ship.

Like Fang Lang, Duarte belonged to the first batch of Brazilian expeditionary forces that landed in Italy. After about two years of training by the U.S. military and having participated in battles against the Italian and German armies, he was one of the only two officers on the House, besides Fang Lang, who had experienced actual combat in the army.

Soon Duarte came to Fang Lang. Fang Lang gave him some instructions and discussed with him for about twenty minutes. Then Duarte took the order and left.

After everything was ready, Fang Lang connected to the Harry.

"Harry, this is House, please reply, over!"

"House, Harry received, go ahead, 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 us."

There was a moment of silence on the Harry before he replied:

"Harry received. Our ship will lower the climbing net at the stern. Please be safe. Over."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Fang Lang smiled slightly, knowing that the other party would not be able to refuse such a request. After Fang Lang ended the communication, he came to the MK1 transport boat on the side of the boat and said to Duarte and the thirty soldiers who were ready to go:

"Are you all ready?"

Except for a few soldiers who played the role of mechanics and had M1911 pistols on their waists, the other soldiers were fully armed. Four of them carried M1 Gardner rifles, and the rest were all carrying Thompson submachine guns.

Everyone looked at their captain with serious faces and shouted in unison:

"I'm ready."

Fang Lang waved his hand fiercely and said, "Let's go."

The soldiers boarded the MK1 transport boat without hesitation. The boat is a standard transport boat on the Fletcher-class destroyer. It is specifically responsible for personnel transportation and maritime communications and can carry up to 25 people.

In the dark night, two destroyers of the same type were two nautical miles apart. A transport boat slowly sailed from the moving House to the parked Harry.

It looked like a simple rescue operation. The searchlight on the Harry was shining in front of the transport boat to guide it. Soon, the six mechanics on the transport boat took the transport boat from the bow to the stern.

Several people also carefully checked the tail rudder at the stern of the ship. Two mechanics jumped into the sea despite the freezing cold water and used lights to carefully check the damage to the tail rudder.

There were seven or eight crew members on the warship, sticking their heads out of the side of the ship and observing the actions of the few people. After about twenty minutes, the few people finally completed the inspection. They put the tools on their backs and began to climb onto the Harry.

When the crew members on the Harry saw several people climbing up, some of them began to hide in the shadows, leaving only four or five people standing at the stern to greet the mechanics of the House.

"Hey! Thank you so much, guys. I'm the chief engineer of the Harry. What are the results of your inspection?"

A short, blond middle-aged man enthusiastically pulled the people aboard the Harry one by one. He took the initiative to shake hands with everyone, and said with a very warm expression.

Duarte took the initiative to come out, and without being polite to the middle-aged man in front of him, he cursed directly:

"This damn weather is freezing me. Do you have any hot coffee? Give us a cup to warm us up. The damage to your stern rudder seems to be beyond repair. Let's get the fleet's rescue ship to tow you back!"

Seeing Duarte and his men all wet, and two of them wearing wetsuits, they were obviously mechanics who had just gone into the water for inspection, the requests of the men in front of him could not be refused, so he 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 ourselves up. Please follow me, let's go to the cabin and warm up together!"

Then he inadvertently gave a subtle look to several figures in the darkness, turned around and led the way forward.

Duarte and the others remained calm, as if they knew nothing. They shook off the rain on 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 he could not see anything with the naked eye, Fang Lang's intuition told him that there was a pair of eyes in the sea not far away, staring at him.

The pitch-black night provided the enemy with perfect camouflage. Fang Lang finally gave up on using the telescope to actually see the target. It would be enough for him to just 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 area where the signal disappeared?"

"Report to the commander. According to the records, the area where the signal disappeared is about one nautical mile directly in front of us."

"Roger that. Over."

Fang Lang turned around and gave an order to the entire ship:

"The gunfire on Harry is the order to attack. The enemy U-boat is one nautical mile in front of our ship. All weapons are free to fire once they are in range. Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

"Sonar, once you open fire, the underwater enemy will definitely move. I hope you can catch them as soon as possible. Remember, it's not him, it's them. There must be another enemy hidden deeper at the stern of the Harry. Be sure to find him for me! Do you understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

Just as Fang Lang expected, just one nautical mile in front of the House, the commander of a U-boat was using a 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?"

I heard my subordinates asking nervous questions.

Calhoun was also confused. He could understand why the enemy did not approach the Harry directly. It was normal for the enemy to want to check around the Harry.

But the detour was too big! It was almost around his head, which made him a little alert.

What he didn't understand was that they had been in silence for such a long time, and it was logical that the enemy couldn't have discovered them. But why did they get closer and closer to him?

Unfortunately, he is only a participant in this plan, not the maker of the plan, and he must carry it out according to the plan.