The violent north wind whistled sharply, sweeping the sky and the ocean.

The sea was roaring, and the waves were surging like mountains, throwing ships to the peak and then sending them to the trough.

The surging sea water occasionally crossed the ship's side and rushed to the deck, and even the towering bridge could not escape the impact of the sea.

It was more than an hour since the battle ended, and all the crew members who fell into the water, whether they were the German High Seas Fleet or the Royal Navy, were rescued.

The Zeppelin and two destroyers who were hiding outside the battlefield have returned to the team. After receiving verbal commendations, the seven submarines embarked on their journey again and continued to play the role of their merchant ship hunter.

The waves outside the bridge were turbulent, but inside the bridge, Chen Dao and Lütjens's emotions were as stable as the Alps.

The two sat at the square table in the battle command room, drinking steaming coffee, and carefully examining the impressive battle report.

Lütjens finally got rid of his thinker state and entered the mode of seeking scholars.

"How did you come up with a submarine to ambush the warships, and what inspired you?" Lütjens stared at Chen Dao and asked humbly.

When Chen Dao saw Lütjens asking him seriously, his condition quickly adjusted to the winning speech mode.

“First of all, I would like to thank General Guderian for establishing the doctrine of blitzkrieg;

Secondly, I want to thank my good friend General Mandofir for teaching me the doctrine of blitzkrieg;

Thanks to the French Army and the British Expeditionary Force, I completed the process of the theory of blitzkrieg from theory to practice.

Thanks to the great Churchill "Battery Commander", under his stimulation, I broke through the knowledge barrier between naval war theory and land war theory.

Thanks to the great "God of Master Sun". He made me understand what the principle of "I am dedicated to one, and the enemy is divided into ten". He also made me understand what the principle of "whoever is in the battle field first and waits for the enemy to escape, and who is in the battle field later and seeks to fight" is also made.

Thank you, the Head of State... Thank you, Marshal Redel... Of course, I would like to thank you, dear General Lütjens, you accompanied me to practice my combat philosophy. Thank you, thank you, it is your care that makes this sea no longer cold. I will continue to work hard and repay your care for me with more achievements."

Lütjens was instantly dizzy and stunned by Chen Dao's series of thanks.

Oh no. My brother-in-law has entered a serious nonsense mode again, which is really a headache.

The ** who seeks knowledge gained the upper hand, Lütjens resisted his physical discomfort and continued to ask: "What is the relationship between this naval battle and the theory of blitzkrieg?"

Chen Dao stared at Lütjens with dissatisfaction and said, "Don't blaspheme the great doctrine of blitzkrieg, without it there would be no victory."

"I did not blaspheme, I was just asking for advice." Lütjens hurriedly defended.

"After breaking the knowledge barrier between naval and land warfare theory, in my eyes, battleships are not battleships, but heavy tanks. Heavy cruisers and armored ships are equivalent to medium tanks. Light cruisers and destroyers are equivalent to light tanks, and everyone performs their own duties. The right way to go to the battlefield to cooperate in cooperation is the right way.

Let me test you a question. According to my thoughts just now, what weapon do you think is equivalent to a submarine in the army?"

Lütjens suddenly fell into deep thought. He didn't know much about the army, so of course he couldn't think of the answer to the question.

"I'll tell you, a submarine is equivalent to an anti-tank gun in the army. Speaking of this, I have to thank General Mandofir for telling me the answer to this question." Chen Dao said.

Lütjens asked, "I probably understand, but what does this have to do with our battle?"

"It's a big deal, and this battle was created with this analogy. Do you know how we used anti-tank guns in the Army?"

Lütjens shook his head unexpectedly without Chen Dao's appearance.

"Anti-tank guns are very vulgar. They usually hide in shrubs or other places with good concealment. When our tanks approach, they suddenly fire. They are usually difficult to spot them before they open fire.

But it has poor maneuverability and poor defense. We cannot let our gunners push it to chase the enemy's tanks, so we create a tactic.

We now set up an anti-tank gun position somewhere, usually in some traffic key areas, and then send tanks to fight enemy tanks, then pretend to retreat, seducing enemy tanks to our anti-tank gun position.

As soon as the anti-tank gun sounded, our tanks launched a counterattack in time, and then... the enemy's tanks were gone." Chen Dao said the answer lightly.

Lütjens suddenly realized and quickly entered the thank-you mode.

"No wonder I have to thank General Goodry and General Mandofir. The concepts between the two are indeed the same. Thank you, General Rosen, for learning another tactic."

"You are too polite." Chen Dao said lightly.

"This battle report should be sent back to China in your name. After all, you are the commander-in-chief of the operation." Lütjens said and handed the report to Chen Dao.

Chen Dao glanced at the report a few times, smiled slightly, then took out a pencil and stroked it on the telegram a few times, and then walked to the communication room.

His smile was weird, as if he was malicious? Could it be that I was too careless? Lütjens stared at Chen Dao's back and thoughtfully.

Twenty minutes later, the German capital Berlin, the Admiralty Office Building and the Operations Command Room.

Redell hurried into the command room, stood next to General Schneiderwin, Chief of Staff, and asked impatiently: "Where is the battle report of the High Seas Fleet?"

"The communication room has been received and is being translated. Soon... is here." Schneidwin raised his broad chin and looked at the door.

When Redell saw the communications officer's face, his heart suddenly sank. This telegram might be bad news.

Radell did not answer the telegram and glanced at Major Ruger, who was standing on the left of Schneidwyn, who was the liaison officer of Hitler's Naval Command.

Redell shouted, "Read it to me."

The communications officer looked at Redel in embarrassment and read the telegram loudly. The first sentence hit Redel and others like a heavy hammer.

"The heavy cruiser Blücher, the destroyers Z19 and Z21 were sunk. The main gun of the Tirpitz was destroyed, and the bridge and boiler No. 1 were slightly injured. The speed was reduced to 26 knots.

The Bismarck seaplane launcher was destroyed. The chimney was damaged by shrapnel splashing. The port side suffered a shot of water and a boiler was damaged and stopped using it.

The Emden light cruiser was seriously injured and abandoned after failing to damage the tube.

Admiral Schell was shot in the anti-aircraft ammunition compartment on the starboard anti-aircraft artillery, causing a death toll. He has been under control of the danger and is temporarily unable to participate in high-intensity operations.

The rest of the ships suffered negligible minor or uninjured injuries, and the fleet is now undergoing strategic transfers.”

"It's over?" Redell and Schneidwin asked in unison.

"There is only the content of the telegram." said the communications consultant.

"What about the result of the battle? Is there no result?" Redel said, snatching the telegram and reading it himself.

"Wait a little longer. They are definitely counting the results of the battle, and they should be able to send a telegram soon." Seeing that the telegram was all about this, Schneidwyn hurriedly comforted Raider.

Redel heard Schneidwyn's voiceover and looked up to Major Ruger and said, "Mr. Major, don't forward this battle report to the Head of State. Let's tell the Head of State together after the battle results report comes out."

Major Ruger asked in embarrassment: "How long will it take to wait."

Redell and Schneidwin looked at each other and said decisively: "A maximum of one hour."

Major Ruger pondered for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement.

While waiting anxiously, time passed by every minute and second, and ten minutes passed. There was no news; twenty minutes passed, but there was still no new news.

Redell's worries are getting worse and worse. Will the strategic shift mentioned in the telegram be subject to the pursuit of the British local fleet?

Ten minutes passed, and the communication room still had no report on the results. The more Redell thought about it, the more he felt that his judgment was true.

"Report, phone number of the Prime Minister's Office." The communications officer walked into the command room again and said to Redel.

"Click in," said Redell.

The call was Colonel Schmont, Hitler's deputy chief.

"Marson Reedel, have you received the battle report from the High Seas Fleet?"

"I have received it, and I am preparing to forward it to the Prime Minister's Office." Raidel dared not hide it, so he had to tell the truth.

"No need, the head of state has received the war report. He needs you to rush to the Prime Minister's Office to meet him immediately."

After putting down the phone, Radell said dullly: "Transfer a telegram to me immediately, I'm going to the Prime Minister's Office."

"I'll go with you," Schneidwyn said.

"No need, I will bear everything alone." After Redell said that, he left the command room with the pace of "the hero is gone forever."

When Redell walked out of the car, he happened to see Goebbels's car driving into the parking lot.

What did he do? Could it be that the head of state wants the war report to be published in the newspaper?

Redell walked into the Prime Minister's Office with a briefcase and was immediately taken to the living room of the Prime Minister's Office by the staff.

The reception room was filled with people, and Hitler, Gorene, Hess, Ribbintrov and Himmler gathered together. Everyone had a joyful expression on their faces, which was particularly obvious to Gorene.

Redell stood at the door and looked at everyone suspiciously. Before he could get used to the strange atmosphere in the living room, he heard a voice coming from behind.

"Mr. Marshal, you are blocking my way."

Redell had to go into the living room one by one with Goebbels.

Seeing Raidel appear, Hitler stood up to greet him in a rare way.

Seeing Hitler get up, the others immediately got up and looked at Redell with a smile.

Hitler stretched out his hands to Raider from afar, and Raider hurriedly stretched out his hands to shake hands with Hitler.

Holding Redel's hands tightly, Hitler's eyes were filled with excitement.

"You are finally here, Marshal Redell, have you received the battle report?" Hitler asked.

"received."

"Marson, thank you, thank you for your contribution to Germany. The German Navy uses your wisdom and courage to prove to the world that the Royal Navy of the United Kingdom is vulnerable and the victory of the war will definitely belong to Germany."

The muscles on Redel's face twitched a few times. Seeing Hitler's expression didn't seem to be sarcastic about himself. Could it be that he received the complete battle report?

What exactly is the result of the battle? Redell was even more curious.

Goebbels limped to Hitler and asked, "My Head, do you have any good news to me to announce to the public?"

Hitler let go of Redel's hands, took out a telegram and handed it to Goebbels.
To be continued...