Chapter 18 It’s a pity that he does not belong to Britain (V)

At 8:03, in the southeast of the Skagrak Strait in the North Sea, General Jericho, commander-in-chief of the Great Fleet, received a telegram from David Betty.

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The Royal Princess, Tiger, and Australia sank, and the War-Freezing Fleet were severely damaged. The British Empire spent seven years in poverty and lost half of the fast fleet built with a cost of 100 tons of gold in just sixteen hours. Apart from a Queen Elizabeth-class battleship and a Lion-class battle cruiser, the huge fast fleet was left with the Tiger and Invincible class, which had proven to be overused in the Battle of Dogel Sands and the Battle of the Falkland Islands.

The loud military songs in Scapa Bay, the ambitions of the rapid fleet when they set out, the passionate T-word head, those wonderful and heroic emotions were stripped of the body like lost body temperature, leaving only the biting cold trembling, the life I was muttering like a dream, as if it was a different life.

"The loss of the big fleet is..."

The flagship Iron Duke, the chief of staff of the fleet, could not hear a different emotion in his voice, and it was only as cold as if he had died once.

"Ajax, Reckless, Hercules suffered heavy damage and had to withdraw from the battle!"

"What is our victory?"

"Sinking an old German battleship..."

As soon as Madden finished speaking, the commander's tower heard hissing sound of gasping in the air. No one expected that a battle aimed at weakening and annihilation of the German Battle Patrol, cutting off the tentacles extending to the northern North Sea and the local coastline of the British Empire, and saving the domestic crisis of the British Empire and the honor of the Royal Navy would fail. Without the fierce battle, the long roar of the sky and the extreme, the large fleet set out in a battle of tragic power comparable to the Italian opera and the epic of fate, but was defeated in humiliation in a way that was completely powerless.

Four battleships were lost, two battleships, and another fast battleship and one battleship lost its combat effectiveness. In addition to the vague report of the fast fleet's "May Sink the German Moltke and the German Battleship", there is also a front-facing dreadnought that cannot be placed on the table. The famous large fleet could not find any more kind lies that could soothe people's hearts.

"This war, this humiliating battle is probably going to break the backbone of the British Empire? No, it is no longer the British Empire. Is Britain or Britain without a naval?"

Charles Madden, the chief of staff of the forty-year-old Fleet, grabbed the pale telegraph paper, his empty eyes were filled with the dead silence of the plague passing by. There was no unwillingness, no hope, only complete dead silence!

The British Empire rose in the ocean, and relied on a fleet that could throng the world to achieve the glory of the empire. In the desolate Jutland, in the cold Skagerak Strait, the glory created by the ancestors with their blood and sweat was squandered?

"No, old friend, before we get discouraged, we still have six fast battleships, and we still have eighteen battleships, in Davenport, in Palmo, in Petermo Campbell Ryder, in Vickers, in Portsmouth, we still have three Elizabeths, in five revenge, and three reputations, and we still have unprecedented Hood and Nelson!"

Admiral Jericho slowly stood up from his seat, rectified his military uniform and cloak, and passed the telegram that made people tremble and despairing every word. Read h-u-n-mix*h-u-n-mix*small-say-net. Please remember it in the net

The telegraph paper or despair was torn apart in public. The general did not seem to realize that it was a violation of military discipline and was going to the military court. The frustrated soldiers in the commander's tower did not seem to realize that they had the obligation to remind their superiors and maintain discipline. So the slightly yellowed telegraph paper turned into a large piece of paper and small paper flowers. After being thrown high, it scattered on the floor of the commander's tower.

"The battle is not over yet. Even if we all have to go to the gallows after the war, we still have an unfinished career now!"

Everyone's eyes followed the commander-in-chief's powerful arms, slightly raised, waiting for some tragic and bleak instructions.

"Agree to return to the fast fleet. The ships of the large fleet do not have to follow the flagships. They turn left on the spot in the unit of the squadron!" The old Jericho waved his arms vigorously and issued an order belonging to the old soldier, symbolizing the last glorious era of the British Empire: "We must retain our vitality for Britain, and we must take the young men home. This is the last command of the general who is about to step down, and this is also our mission!"

The flag saying "In units of the squadron, the left rudder is on the left, and the full speed is returned" was hung on the main mast signal cable. The vast North Sea has a delicate wave, and the long battle line gradually breaks and is divided into six formations.

"Damn, we just opened the battle distance again, but the British were about to escape!" The water droplets splashed near the Ocean Fleet disappeared. From the telescope filled with gunpowder, the lookout found that the British capital ships painted with gray-white in the navy gradually stopped shelling, and began to turn dangerously at a large angle with the accurate and fierce barrage of the empire.

The deep meaning behind the dispersed steering that is not inferior is self-evident and adopts a more convenient and time-saving divergent steering is self-evident.

"Victed?"

Frederick the Great, the lookout shrank his head and trembled out a keyword from his mouth that was enough to make the whole world crazy and change the situation of war in Europe. In the commander's tower, the flexible staff members finally came back to their senses, swallowed their saliva hard, polishing their throats that were dry due to tension.

He devoted himself to the era of German navy and other ships, and started in the German-English naval arms race in 1898. The emotions of General Reinhard Schell, the chief of the Fleet, was destined to be more complicated than those of the young man, and he could deeply appreciate the heavy weight of the six words "defeat the Royal Navy".

"Ocean Fleet, pursue!"

General Schell, on behalf of the German nation, who had been repeatedly suppressed on the road to rise, sent out the most shocking roar on the North Atlantic in the first half of the 20th century!

The Ocean Fleet joined the pursuit ranks and followed the British's movements and began to make a big move. Although the British had the advantage of being the first to turn and the inner path, the Ocean Fleet did not lack response measures.

In 1897, Heidi Silem clearly proposed the concept of "standard battleship" in his "On Asymmetrical Battleship in the Age of Battleships", that is, "the speed of the battleship as high as possible, and the unity of the fleet speed standards must be ensured."

Although the speed of battleships has become an irreversible trend, standard battleships are obviously more conducive to taking uniform tactical actions in naval battles. Silame's view was widely learned by German naval ship designers. In fact, in 1906, the British Fearless Battleship was launched, and Silame's early papers were widely spread. Young people who were wasting their lives in East Africa could not imagine the grand occasion of being regarded as a god by German designers who were accustomed to being poor in China.

In October 1906, the design drawings of the Nassau-class battleship were finally completed. In order to provide space for speed improvement for the subsequent battleships of the Empire, the designer gave up the pursuit of the number of turrets and the caliber of the main gun. In an era when large steam engines were relatively backward, the Nassau-class had the highest speed of 21.5 knots that made the first generation of fearless people in the UK as a shame. Even in the distant 1915, the Nassau-class could still run a stunning 22.3 knots after being pressurized and ventilated.

Therefore, this number became the standard for the Imperial Battleship. Even if the more powerful steam engine appeared and the tonnage increased, the relatively spacious hull space could put more boilers, the highest King-class speed remained at 21.5 knots.

In contrast, although the latest Iron Duke-class battleship can reach a maximum speed of 21.6 knots, and the maximum speed of Joe Vanity, Orion, Giant, Neptune and St. Vincent battleships also have a maximum speed of 21 knots, in the Navy, the theory of barrels is everywhere, because the old Berlerofon class can only maintain a speed of 20.3 knots, and even in the overload state, the Fearless is only 21 knots.

Under high speed conditions, the hit rate will drop to an unbearable level. In order to save shells, the ocean fleet stopped shelling. After strong pressure and ventilation, the speed of the battleships gradually increased to the extreme. The commander of the pilot and the boiler soldier became the busiest people in the entire fleet. The surveying and precision calculations of the master of the navigation and the navigation staff on the drawings can be measured by broken pen tips and high-stacked waste paper. The damaged soldiers also rushed out, and the battleships should be repaired as much as possible while the pursuit was in the gap to meet a more cruel test.

The medical room of the First Battle Fleet flagship, the Austerfriesland, was covered with fire-proof materials, and there were also a sound of uncontrollable pain. Medical officer Reinhard Hendridge was exhausted and sat casually on the deck outside the hatch door blackened by gunpowder, lit a cigarette for himself tremblingly.

"God!" The roar of Major Friz Sokel, deputy general staff officer of the fleet, came from the medical cabin, regardless of concern: "Medical Officer Reinhart Hendridge, come and save people, Colonel Weigener is about to die!"

The medical officer took a greedy breath of cigarettes, then blew the cigarette butt down the sea, and plunged into the purgatory-like medical cabin.

"The wound on the right arm of the General Staff officer collapsed again and was already in a coma!" Assistant Warner Norman handed over the medical officer's white gloves and introduced.

Reinhardt Hendridge's face changed. After putting on gloves, he carefully observed Wegener's pale cheeks and pupils. Then he took out a medical scissor from the assistant tray and cut the bandage open.

The bloody scene that caught my eyes: Wegener's right arm was deeply cut open from the outside to the inside, and the scars from disinfection and emergency sutures were cracked again, and the strong smell of blood and a little rotten smell came to the face.

"When I had the surgery before, the staff officer asked me to leave his right hand, so I only performed a simple disinfection and suture." Reinhardt Hendridge's expression was a little solemn, and hesitated: "But it's obvious that the wound was infected, and the staff officer was also in a coma. I must..."

"Amnesty?!" Major Fritz Sokel was in a daze and revealed the subtext of the medical officer. He was furious and ignoring the obstruction of the medical officer Werner Norman, he viciously grabbed the collar of the medical officer Reinhart Hendridge: "Medical officer, just as you grab the scalpel with your right hand, your usual hand is almost equal to his life to an outstanding naval staff member! Mr. Medical officer, you are murdering!"

Colonel Bernhard von Oden, one of the three musketeers of the Kil Sea School and is known as the best candidate for the Imperial Navy Fleet Commander in the future, has been killed. Even though he was posthumously awarded the title of lieutenant general by the Empire, the losses of naval talents cannot be replaced.

Another three musketeer of the Kil Sea School, Colonel Erich Redell, the combat section chief of the Navy Staff, was in danger because he directed a scam that rebelled against the emperor's will, allowing the emperor's most precious fleet to go out to sea. After the war, he would likely be transferred out of the Navy Staff and sent to the frontier.

As for the last three musketeers of the Kiel Hai School, the two German strategic masters, and Marshal Tirpitz, who is most likely to result in the Imperial Navy baton, his situation is worse than Redel, because he has long been on the blacklist of the imperial emperor. Regardless of victory or defeat, the peak battle of the North Sea will be a powerful excuse for His Majesty to attack!

Major Friz Sokel did not understand why the great Emperor attacked the loyal and brave heroes of the Empire. The major could not accept the tragic situation of the Ocean Fleet after being the three musketeers of the Kil Sea School, the two strategic heroes of the Empire Navy faded one after another and left the field!

"Major, do you have to choose?!" Weigener had been in a coma for a while, and the anxious medical officer widened his eyes and asked without hesitation.

"Then...that..." Major Fritz-Sokel let go of his hand and cried: "Then let's amputate..."

Major Friz Sokel left the medical cabin with a loss of soul. At this time, the horn of the battle was played again on the battleship Osterfriesland. The deputy general staff officer unconsciously accelerated his pace and walked towards the commander tower.

"Hate must be broken, and the battle will continue!"


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