I donwed Horatio two days ago. (Nelson that is). Just west of Narvik, april 1940. I got reports of a TF heading north by the coast of Norway, so I added two and two and positioned myself in a thin straight where I assumed they'd show up. And so they did: H.M.S Nelson and 9 DDs, that's all. Nothign else. Four eels in the side of Nelson, and it went down under within minutes. The escorts was pretty ticked off after this, and they managed to guess my position, give or take a few hundred meters. They dropped a crapload of DCs, but they didn't even give me a scratch. I went away unhurt. Piece of cake. That's the easiest way to deal with a TF: Examine the possible routs, take one spot, stay there, and wait! Very difficult on the open sea I would guess, and I would be right.
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