Imperial Overlord

"As for you, Commander Prien! You are going to be promoted to rear admiral and have full command of submarine operations in the Indian Ocean in Egypt." The officer shouted this sentence and congratulated loudly.

And Prien could no longer hear what he said later: for him, the news that he could not go to the sea to fight was already a trance.

"Are the people above crazy? With half the recruits, how much will the submarine's combat effectiveness be weakened?" Prien pulled the document, looked at it carefully, and then stopped talking.

In the document, his newly promoted rear admiral command is not 20 existing submarines, but a huge sea force.

There are a total of 30 minesweepers and 20 speedboats to be deployed to him, responsible for clearing the mine areas at both ends of the Red Sea.

In addition, he must cooperate with the commander of the Mediterranean Fleet to draw up a combat plan for attacking the enemy fleet in the Indian Ocean.

Most importantly, he will eventually have more than 30 ocean-going combat submarines in his hands, as well as seven supply ships to serve these submarines.

Such a powerful fleet, for Prien, is almost equal to all the possessions of the submarine force of the Third Reich Navy that he was familiar with a year ago...

What is the head of state going to do? Put such a huge force in the Indian Ocean? Wouldn't the Atlantic be gone? What are you kidding?

Thinking of this, he was relieved - the British navy surrendered, leaving enough wealth for the German navy to squander for a while.

So many speedboats and minesweepers, it sounds like a lot, but it's just a drop in the bucket of the total number of warships the German Navy has now.

"Your first officer will be transferred to Liverpool to report to General Lütjens, commander of the North Atlantic Fleet." After glancing at the bewildered first officer, the officer said.

Hearing this news, the smile on the mate's face deepened. Although there was no battle there, it was a veritable main fleet of the German Navy.

Serving there, the future seems brighter. Moreover, without having to go to the front line in person, personal safety is also more guaranteed, right?

There is even more rumors that the German Navy is developing a new type of submarine, the underwater speed can exceed 10 knots, and it will also be given priority to the Atlantic submarine force at that time.

After all, the Atlantic Fleet is the son of both Raidl and Dönitz.

"The rest of the officers and soldiers who stayed on the U-47 submarine also have their own promotions... The new captain will arrive in Egypt next month. Welcome everyone, I wish you a happy time in Egypt." The officer watched as he disembarked The sailors, who were at a loss, said with a smile.

Their bodies were covered in oil stains, and each of the slightly embarrassed navy soldiers had beards all over their faces. They looked at the officers in front of them and hadn't digested the information they heard well.

Their captain was promoted? Become a Major General? Crossed the threshold of a general officer in one breath and upgraded to a major general?

And their first mate, who is now a lieutenant colonel, will be transferred to a new unit to serve as captain?

Half of their colleagues are going to be transferred from the U-47, the submarine they fought, and the people who stay are also promoted?

At this moment, these sailors, who had just been drifting at sea for a month, did not know how to express their feelings.

If they are excited, they feel that some comrades in arms will be sad to leave them and go to other war zones.

But if they are sad, they feel that they should be happy that they have been promoted, and it is worth celebrating.

For a time, the feeling of being lonely and detached, excited and uncomfortable, plus the feeling of just returning to the ground with a slight dizziness, made them all write on their faces.

The ship was on the pier next door. Because the ship was too big, the submarine on this side was very small.

After all, this is Alexandria, one of the largest comprehensive ports in Africa, where battleships can be parked, and it is one of the most important ports of the Axis powers in Africa.

The second ship began to enter the busy harbour, and it honked its own whistle, making conversation on the dock once again difficult.

"We have prepared a boat for you. The Fuhrer wants you to start a new job immediately after your report." The officer continued to shout loudly, ignoring the deafening siren above his head.

After being promoted to take over an important job, it is natural to go back to Europe. Priyan knew his vacation was in vain, and he was going back to Germany.

At the very least, he had to report back to Wilhelmshaven, where the naval headquarters was located. After seeing Dönitz and Raidel who might be there, he would go to the Wolf's Den.

Since the head of state has given him the command of the submarines in the entire Indian Ocean, of course he has to show his loyalty.

If there is still time, he still wants to go home and have a look. After all, he may not have been back to his home for a long time, and it would be good to go back and live for a day.

His parents would be very happy to know that he was promoted to major general, at least they don't have to worry about their son's submarine being sunk by the enemy.

However, Prien couldn't laugh at the thought that he might never have the opportunity to command a submarine to hunt down enemy warships in the ocean.

As a submarine commander, he really enjoys the no-holds-barred days of commanding a submarine cruising the ocean to hunt.

Just like a pirate, roaming the ocean, defeating the most powerful enemy, escaping the most rigorous pursuit, returning with honor and gold coins, enjoying the praise of people.

It's a pity that he may not have such an opportunity to take risks. From now on he can only sit in his office ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ reviewing documents and directing the hunting submarines on the map.

Without that passion, and without the risk. He picked up the duffel bag under his feet, raised his feet but didn't know where to go.

"You can take my car, Your Excellency the future general." The officer smiled and pointed to the Mercedes-Benz officer-type car that seemed to have been shipped from Germany.

Although there is some wind and sand here, the Nile River still brings moist soil here. The richest place in Egypt, which has been run by the British for a long time, is still very rich.

At least, there are bustling streets, a lot of hoarding materials, countless beautiful women, and nobles who escaped the war to come here for entertainment.

"I heard that the Indian Ocean Command of the Navy is temporarily located in Port Said. After you return from China, you may be able to go to Cairo for a walk. It is really prosperous there." The officer led Prien to his car and introduced with a smile. .

After all, Alexandria and Port Said were both damaged by war, and Cairo was much less damaged by war. There was still singing and dancing, as if the war had never happened.