From last night:
I have a little spot that I like to sit in off the coast of Northern Ireland, east of LondonDerry opposite the Scottish Island of Kintyre which has a pot of deep water.
I'm sitting there, using GWX 3 Gold picking off lone merchies early 1940 with the deck gun and larger ones using carefully aimed torps for 1 hit kills (hit the front mast, ship takes on water as it sails and goes down about 1-2 hours later).
Bored off the many ore carriers that pass through when all of a sudden sonar goes mental with many contacts approaching fast from the West heading into the safety of the British Isles.
I get into position, up scope... HMS Hood and a Revenge class battleship with 7 (yes SEVEN!) escorts. I consider chickening out and breaking off the attach, but then again, this opportunity dosent come along that often!
All 4 tubes flooded... 2 at each battleship. 4 hits!
The escorts then go mental! I fired from 4000m and as soon as the last torp left the tube I dived to 70m and headed in the opposite direction. A couple minutes later, an escort finds me and calls his brothers and sisters to the party.
3 hours RL they hunted me, depth now 150m. I tried every trick I could but there were 2 escorts sitting 1000 and 1300m away from the rest listening and coordinating the attacks for the others. The escorts were clambering over me like bank holiday traffic at the beach with lots of reversing and course changes.
I was only hit once, causing minor damage to the flak gun. 3 hours later, I somehow escaped! My tactic: sitting a few meters above the bottom on silent running and zero movement. The escorts must have gotten spooked by a false reading as they started DC'ing a contact a couple hundred meters away and kept at it. After 30 minutes of no sonar my way, I crawled off.
After all that, I didnt get one of the battleships who limped off with the decks almost awash
