[After all, I only coded one chapter last night, less than three thousand words. Oh, I owe that chapter first. Will this book be written as a weekly, monthly, and annual magazine by me, expressing my confusion...]

Like a lost migratory bird, the returning person standing at the intersection, the unscathed Defringer, the embarrassing Seidlitz, the tried and tested Moltke, and the devastated Germans followed Luzov on the ocean.[]

The unfortunate body had been placed in a pure white shroud. The survivors were either wrapped in thick blood-stained bandages on their heads or covered their wounds that had not yet been sutured, and were at a loss in the medical cabin. The captains hurriedly completed the counting of the battle situation and reported to the flagship Luzov as soon as possible.

The last half-hour battle lasted was like a gorgeous feast of wealthy families. The beauty wrapped around her fingers but could not resist the destruction of dark night and fog. She betrayed the German and British navy who were red-eyed and ended hastily.

Facing the British Rapid Fleet with ten main battleships, the First Reconnaissance Fleet decisively made a time difference under the leadership of their wise and wise commander. While the two newly-in-service Queen-class Rapid Battleships and three tired battle patrols had not yet arrived at the battlefield, they attacked the First Battlecruis Fleet.

This is a naval battle that concerns the destiny of the country. If you win, the British's long-range blockade and the protracted war of the Allies will no longer be a terrible nightmare. If you lose, the short-term balance of power at sea will be broken. The Ocean Fleet will do nothing and can only guard the North Sea miserably. The most important thing is that the opportunity... is only once!

Use perseverance to discover opponents first, textbook-like tactical actions, repeat the firing instructions like training, and damage the team members' lives. Thousands of officers and soldiers from the five main battleships of the First Reconnaissance Fleet tried their best, but unfortunately the ending of the half-hour battle was just a ridiculous draw. A draw, no, how could it be a draw!

The middle and lower-level officers hid woodenly near the sub-boat, chewing canned beef in small mouthfuls. Although they were not even looking at the nearby friendly ships through the annoying sea fog, the blue pupils still flew towards the flagship. The sailors lined up to go to the restaurant for dinner. The winter night in the North Sea was cold and long. In order to ensure the sailors' physical strength, the chef prepared hot wheat toast, canned beef and thick coffee for them. Unfortunately, the chef's heart was wasted. The slightly loose restaurant in the narrow hull was full of embarrassing silence. Quiet, still quiet, the captains wrapped their thick winter clothes and walked onto the bridge covered by the fog, looking at the dark night and sighed!

Where is David Betty, who is as famous as the commander? Maybe he has joined with his Second Battlecruising fleet, and ten fast battleships lined up in the vast sea for several kilometers. Maybe he is showing his sharp fangs in the night, giving the hunter the most fatal blow.

Unwilling to give up! Countless hard training and countless days and nights of consideration, carrying the national mission of the bear, but after the dust settled, it was a grand mess. No, the First Reconnaissance Fleet can still fight, and the First Reconnaissance Fleet still wants to fight, but there were famous generals like David Betty, ten fast main battleships, and behind them, the Charlottemberg Palace and the conservatives of the Admiralty Department, can the 37-year-old young man still withstand the pressure as before, put aside the shackles of "protecting the ship and avoiding the battle", overdraw the military career and the support of the upper class, and use iron blood to fight for the last one?

The captains turned their heads and asked the silent Luzov.

"Those are ten fast battleships! The German Navy cannot withstand the destruction of failure. Even if one battleship sinks, it is enough to make the Ocean Fleet fall into a slump!"

Major General Lewentezo, the deputy commander of the First Reconnaissance Fleet with pale faces and red eyes, tried hard to remain stubborn in front of Wang Heidi, and comforted him with a trembling voice:

"Commander, stop, we still have a chance!"

"As the commander predicted before the battle, we have the only last chance in this naval battle! Instead of trapping the coastline and becoming an existence fleet, it is better to try our best to win a glimmer of hope!" The General Staff Officer Singhlaer, who was younger and more impetuous than Lewentezo, jumped out and retorted with a red face.

"A existence fleet is still a complete fleet!" Lewentzor, who was tacitly acquainted with Wang Heidi, rarely expressed his own opinion, mixed with regret, pain, anger and shame, venting it through tough words: "It is true that the British fast battleships are in poor service, and they can defeat us with a decisive battle line! Perhaps any of us can laugh at life and death, but once the First Reconnaissance Fleet suffers unprecedented failure, who should protect the German coastline hundreds of nautical miles?!"

As early as when Wang Heidi was unexpectedly promoted to the General Staff Officer of the First Reconnaissance Fleet, Lewentzow was the major deputy general staff officer. He graduated from the Hamburg Naval Academy and gave Wang Heidi the most intuitive impression of being a typical Prussian officer corps. He believed in iron blood, talked less and did more, and was strict with himself. Today, Lewentzow showed his other side, which was also the most valuable thing under the bloodthirsty militarism of the German nation. Perhaps it was something that Wang Heidi couldn't think about but still remembered.

The sudden dispute and conflict between the deputy commander of the fleet with good personal relationships and the general staff officer of the fleet made the atmosphere of the Luzov battle patrol commander tower strange. The temperature seemed to have dropped to freezing point, and even the veterans who had been on the battlefield could not help but shivered; the thin air made the intern staff of the military academy unable to breathe, and the quietness of the telegraph room confidential staff could hear their heartbeat clearly.

Even though the commander looked calm, everyone knew the pressure faced by their most respected commander. Even if the commander was hiding, everyone clearly saw the calming medicine in the commander's pocket. The key to breaking the deadlock was clearly on Wang Heidi, but the staff found that it was so difficult to say one more word or one more urge one more sentence!

There was endless depression and countless silences in the commander's tower. At this time, Wang Heidi finally took his gaze from everyone's faces and spoke calmly.

"The Deutsche suffered a severe blow, the boiler cannot be repaired for the time being, and the overload speed can only be maintained at 26.4 knots." Wang Heidi's turbid eyes swept across everyone's faces, as if he could tell some clues, and he seemed to forget his stubborn choice: "In other words, we still have four available ships, Luzov, Deflinger, Seidlitz and Moltke!"

Perhaps this cold joke was so shocking that everyone was busy digesting it, or perhaps they felt that the story was too dull and boring, so they lost their interest in opening their mouths. In short, the endless silence in the commander's tower continued.

"Look at our results... The Fortune, the Fortune battle patrol was slightly injured, and the Lion and the Royal Princess were seriously injured. Among them, the Royal Princess may have lost its combat effectiveness." Wang Heidi opened the telegram, and there was a faint feeling on her face: "The two British Queens class have just been completed and have not yet formed combat effectiveness; the three Fortune classes completed an amazing retracement run in the Atlantic Ocean, and the combat effectiveness is still unknown."

The picture shows that Wang Heidi, who was once afraid of war and death, finally chose to stay. In the face of pressure and unknown, both the otaku in his previous life and the German navy in this life would more or less habitually tend to be conservative. But no one was better known by Wang Heidi, and no one knew the end of the fleet better than him. Therefore, after hesitating, Wang Heidi finally decided to take a step belonging to the brave and stubbornly chose what he had ruthlessly refused in his previous life.

"The First Reconnaissance Fleet turns, heading 20 degrees northeastward, with a speed of 18 knots! The First Destroyer Fleet is forward, responsible for reconnaissance and alertness, the Second Destroyer Fleet cleans the battlefield, pay attention to cover at any time. The Second Reconnaissance Fleet stays on the left wing of the fleet, I need news about the Great Fleet!" Wang Heidi took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, excited and slightly listless, and his depressed tone finally became loud: "I admit that I underestimated my opponent and underestimated the war. It is now 18:41, and the Ocean Fleet is behind us, and it is about three hours away. The Great Fleet is moving towards the top of the Jutland Peninsula. The British fast fleet is lurking near us. Their mission is to find us and lure us out of the Helgolan Bay as much as possible to fight the Skaglak Strait!"

Wang Heidi took out his pen and drew a circle on the map in the Skaglak Strait. Then she threw down the pencil and made a pushing action with unsatisfactory intentions.

"If pride is the convention of the Royal Navy, then being willing to take risks is Betty's fatal flaw! So as long as possible, he will never give up the goal of annihilation of the First Reconnaissance Fleet; and Jericho did not want to and dared to fight the Ocean Fleet in March 1915. Therefore, our mission is to entangle the British fast fleet on the premise of preserving ourselves, make them delicious bait, and force the large fleet to stage a decisive battle in the main fleet in advance. So this is not the end, we have another chance!"

"Commander, maybe there will be only one Dogel Shoal Shoal in this world!" Lewentzor seemed to want to express all the fears of some people, and he was paranoid and wanted to realize the definition of Zhengchen.

"Deputy Commander, I promise you that we will definitely win, sure!" Wang Heidi made a sincere promise on her face and said in her heart.

"Major General, the double act is good!"
Chapter completed!