Fang Lang returned to the bridge and asked the combat center, sonar and lookout again, but found nothing unusual. He couldn't help but sigh, this is a real old fox, he knew the enemy was nearby, but couldn't find him.
This feeling was really bad. Helplessly, Fang Lang could only rely on his intuition again. He took the telescope and began to search on the sea again. After searching for a long time, he found nothing except that the Harry was still in danger.
Time passed bit by bit, and Fang Lang's eyes were always fixed on the Harry, which was quietly parked in the same place, watching the Harry rise and fall with the waves.
The House approached the stern of the Harry again. Fang Lang's heart was filled with alarm and he had to order the House to turn again. At the same time, Fang Lang finally understood where his uneasiness came from.
He could not help but sigh at the cunningness of this enemy. Fang Lang, who already had a guess in his mind, did not hesitate and went straight back to the bridge to connect to the Harry's communication:
"Duarte, please reply."
"Boss, Duarte got it!"
"Immediately send the depth charge droppers on Harry back to their posts and order them to drop twenty depth charges at the minimum and medium depths."
"Understood, boss, I'll do it immediately."
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Duarte understood what Fang Lang meant. He suspected that there was another submarine hiding right under the Harry.
After the order was given, Fang Lang again ordered the guns on the House to aim at the waters near the Harry, looking for German U-boats that might show up at any time.
As the guns on the House were aimed at the Harry, the depth charges on the Harry began to be dropped. Soon the sea near the Harry began to boil.
Good news immediately came from the sonar room on the House.
"Sir, there is a propeller sound coming from below the Harry, and the direction is consistent with the Harry."
"Don't worry. Since it is exactly as I expected, he can't escape. This is just a last-ditch struggle. There is no point."
As Fang Lang expected, there was no need for the House to launch any firepower. As the depth charges on the Harry exploded one by one, a bomb finally hit the enemy. The sound of the submarine exploding on the seabed made the Harry jump.
Soon, Duarte on the Harry connected to the communication on the House and confirmed the victory.
When Fang Lang reported the victory on the House's communicator, all the House crew members were extremely excited and clapped their hands in celebration. The officers on the Harry were stunned.
No one expected that the remaining enemy submarine had been lurking quietly under the Harry. If the House crew had not seized control of the Harry, this enemy would not have been so easily eliminated.
For Fang Lang, this was a relief. Now that the problem had been solved, of course he had to report the battle situation and results to the command ship.
Just then De La Torre found Fang Lang and said that Reinhardt wanted to talk to him.
Fang Lang did not refuse this simple request and returned to the small meeting room to ask Reinhardt. Reinhardt was looking at the door anxiously. As soon as Fang Lang opened the door of the meeting room, Reinhardt said impatiently:
"Major Fang, you sank the enemy. I didn't lie to you, did I? You have to believe in my loyalty to the British Empire."
"Mr. Reinhart, I have never said that you lied to me, nor have I ever doubted your loyalty to your British Empire. If you want me to come here, you might as well tell me what you want."
Fang Lang didn't want to listen to the long speech of this noble aristocrat of the British Empire. He only said some meaningless words and it was a pure waste of time. Fang Lang even thought that Reinhardt was more suitable to be a diplomat and avoid being the captain of a destroyer.
Seeing Fang Lang's impatient expression, Reinhardt could only end his long speech somewhat angrily, and looked at Fang Lang earnestly and said:
"Fang, we are classmates. I wonder if you can let me borrow the telegraph machine on the ship to send a telegram to my father for the sake of our friendship?"
"You know what your situation is now. Do you think your request is reasonable?"
Seeing Reinhardt's pleading expression, Fang Lang wanted to pour a glass of water directly on his face to sober him up. As a prisoner, he still wanted to communicate with the outside world. Isn't this wishful thinking?
"Fang, you have to believe me. I will never do anything to hurt our friendship. I just want to inform my father about my situation. After all, I have made a serious mistake, which will bring shame to my family. Maybe my family will be implicated because of my surrender. Please help me no matter what."
Friendship? When did we ever have friendship? Fang Lang kept complaining about Reinhardt's shamelessness in his heart. At the same time, he began to look at Reinhardt seriously. Judging from this, this kid's family power is not simple!
If that's true, I'm your lifesaver! Shouldn't you show some gratitude?
"Oh! Mr. Reinhardt, I wonder if you could introduce your father's identity to me. After all, I have to weigh your father's importance and see if it is worth it for me to take such a big risk."
Seeing that Fang Lang was about to give in, Reinhardt was extremely excited. If it weren't for his leg injury, he would have jumped up.
"Fang, my friend, I will never forget your friendship. My father is the Deputy Chief of Staff of the British Royal Navy, Fate Henderson. Three generations of my family have served in the Royal Navy, and my grandfather almost became the Secretary of the Navy. So, please believe in my loyalty to the British Empire."
Fang Lang didn't expect that Reinhardt actually had such a powerful background. No wonder he was like a proud rooster, with his eyes almost growing on the top of his head. He even dared to snatch the tasks assigned by Lieutenant Colonel Becky directly, and Lieutenant Colonel Becky had no choice but to accept it.
"Friendship, friendship is worth a lot of money."
Fang Lang said with a disdainful expression. Now Fang Lang finally understood that if this kid had such a big background and really let him contact his father, this matter might be suppressed, and then the credit for risking his life to rescue would be completely lost.
Looking at Fang Lang's expression, Reinhardt was stunned. What did he mean? How much was friendship worth? Didn't he know how much good it would be for him to gain his friendship?
"Fang, you have to understand that my family has a strong influence in the British Empire. Gaining the friendship of our family will make your career in the military smooth."
"Mr. Reinhart, I think you have forgotten that I am from the Brazilian Navy, not your British Navy. When will your British Navy be able to influence our Brazilian Navy?"
Reinhardt realized at this time, yes! The other party is not the Royal Navy, this is embarrassing. It seems that he has to give practical benefits directly.
"Fang, one hundred thousand dollars, let me send a telegram, and you will gain the friendship of my family. You will definitely not lose anything. How about that?"
In Reinhardt's opinion, one hundred thousand dollars is undoubtedly a huge sum of money. He doesn't believe that a Brazilian bumpkin can withstand the test of such a huge sum of money.
Unfortunately, Fang Lang's answer once again shattered his confidence.
"Is one hundred thousand dollars a lot? My family's business makes around one hundred thousand dollars a minute. Who are you looking down on?"
I was shocked by Fang Lang's arrogant tone. What kind of business is worth a hundred thousand dollars a minute? You are so rich, why do you still want to be a soldier? Are you mentally ill?
"Fang, I'm sorry. I definitely don't mean to look down on you. In this case, I don't know how you can allow me to contact my family."
Seeing that he really had no bargaining chips that could impress Fang Lang, he could only hand the decision-making power to Fang Lang.
"Mr. Rinehart, do you know what the consequences will be for me if I agree to your sending this telegram?"
Reinhardt obviously had not considered this issue. As a nobleman of the British Empire, his own interests are the most important. Shouldn't the interests of others give way to his own?
Seeing Reinhardt fall silent, Fang Lang spoke again:
"Since Mr. Reinhart is unwilling to speak, let me speak for you! Contact your father and see what he will do for the benefit and honor of your family!
If you are not important in your family, then killing you directly, sinking the Harry, and making you a hero who sacrificed for the country would be the best option.
If your position in the family is irreplaceable, then those of us who know the truth may never reach the British Empire. Are you sure I should let you send a telegram to contact your father?"
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