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From the first lighthouse downstream of the Thames Tower Bridge, crossing the land diagonally, stumbled and flew for almost ten minutes, the sea outside Greater London was vividly remembered.

The rare North Sea without haze is the air that is scaryly pure. Through the vast sea, Hannasha could vaguely see the strangely shaped island building of the mothership of the Zeppelin seaplane.

Baron Purple, who escaped by the Bangbang man, was finally relieved and sighed that his precarious life was saved. But in less than half a minute, the tragedy happened, and the extremely suppressed sound of rupture shattered Hannasha's fantasy.

The purple baron turned his head in horror and found that the lowest wing on the right side of his plane had disappeared, with only a few metal brackets used to fix the wings swaying hundreds of feet above the altitude.

Hannasha subconsciously shifted his sight. Before the wing fell into the sea, Hannasha finally found his target: the broken wing that broke away from the fuselage was like a thin piece of paper, spinning in the sky at strange angles and running towards the blue sea.

After the lowest wing disappeared, the middle wing began to loosen, which made the fighter even more difficult to control. There was still a bumpy sea ahead, and the narrow flight runway of Zeppelin. Even though Hannasha had rich experience in flying, cold sweat still oozed out from his forehead.

The wreckage of the wing hit the sea, and a little white waves splashed on the sea surface. Hannasha's fragile heart throbbed a little, and suddenly felt that the wreckage of the wing was his fate that he could not escape.

"Maria Mary. I'm still young. I haven't tasted Podor wine and macaroni. I haven't enjoyed enough of the warm red lips of the Berlin girl. I haven't even had time to break up with Lukner..."

Hannasha mumbled and corrected the direction of the fighter's nose. Less than a thousand meters away from the mothership, the Fokker e5 fighter's nose, which could only turn at a slight angle, finally aimed at the flight deck of the Zeppelin. Without considering the return of the ship, Hannasha took the initiative to slow down and reduce the flight altitude, and the rest of the work was to pray to God.

"The situation is not good. I need a maintenance technician, the damage management team and the medical trooper are on standby on the deck!" The captain took off his telescope and grabbed the microphone and ordered.

Hannasha's full-time maintenance technician rushed out of the hatch in dismay, stood near the island deck with other crew members who were preparing to rescue, and looked nervously at the injured fighter slowly approaching the mothership Zeppelin.

The sea breeze whistled in my ears. After passing by the gorgeous shoulders of the bow of the painted hull, the fighter plane landed hard about forty meters from the top of the flight deck.

The wooden plane jumped hard on the same wooden flight deck. A little spark appeared in the cockpit without considering the shock absorption. Hannashaw, who was holding the joystick, suddenly felt his eyes blooming, and his internal organs seemed to be shifted by violent vibrations.

This is not the most cruel thing. Hannasha vaguely heard the sound of the wing breaking, and the tendency of the fighter tilting to the left confirmed Hannasha's speculation.

Hannasha tried to hold the joystick, but the fighter still rushed towards the island at a small angle. So there was a mess on the flight deck of the mothership of the Zeppelin seaplane, and the panicked maintenance technicians and the damage management team members looked for places to hide.

The out-of-control fighter was running wildly on the runway. Hannasha finally regained his vision, but he hoped that he would be blind. It was not that the great Purple Baron had a tendency to self-harm, but that the island of the Zeppelin seaplane mothership reflected in Hannasha's pupils like a mountain. It enlarged and enlarged until it was completely covered.

"Lukner, save me!"

Hannasha was desperate, he closed his eyes and roared regardless.

The flying canvas skin drooped. The chaotic wind stopped, and the friction between the tires and the wooden deck disappeared. After a few seconds of time solidification, the echo of an inappropriate heavy object falling from the deck came from my ears again.

"Is this heaven?" The young Hannasha opened one eye and embarrassedly found that all the right wings of his landline had disappeared. Hannasha showed joy on his face and quickly opened his second eye.

At the end of April, the noon sun shone lazyly into Hannasha's eyes, making him unable to see whether the plane's propeller had intimate contact with the Ship Island.

"Haha, I'm still alive!" The handsome and romantic Hannasha unbuttoned the seat belt he tied to, stood high in his cockpit, and opened his hands to embrace the sun.

"Hannashaw, what were you howling when you landed?" The maintenance technician Otto Deslo, who was still scared, came out of the corner in a dusty state and jokingly said.

Facing the warm sunshine, Hannasha's cheeky skin was rarely blushed. The young man coughed lightly and tried to turn over this page, but the old captain's angry voice floated over.

"Damn guy, what did you make my boat look like!"

Hannasha, who was smug just now, instantly changed his face. Baron Purple jumped off the fighter plane in a mess, and shouted to his maintenance technician while fleeing:

"Destol, didn't you say that even if you were given a sampan, you could let it fly into the sky? Repair my landline as soon as possible and paint my landline-four stars!"

(Gorgeous dividing line)

"It's the big fleet, not Scapa Bay, what does that mean?!"

General Betty's repeated emphasis on one stone made Major General Osmond Brock, deputy commander of Scapa Bay Base, tremble for a few seconds. When Major General Brock came to his senses, he could not catch the flash of inspiration.

"Commander, Emergency Telegram from the Admiralty!"

The messenger rushed into the Scapa Bay Base Command and handed a telegram with sweat-soaked around the corner to Major General Brock, whose eyebrows were about to condense into frost.

"Why, our commander-in-chief of the fleet is playing tricks on me in the Admiralty again?" Major General Brock, who was distracted by his thoughts, looked down unhappily and browsed the telegram, muttering: "Ha! You must know that I have sent two reconnaissance cruisers, twelve destroyers, thirty reconnaissance fishing boats and more than twenty aircraft to the North Sea, but even the shadow of the German ambush fleet that Lord Jackson insisted on existing! The children have tried their best!"

"General. You misunderstood. This is just a report on the war." The messenger explained timidly: "We found the main force of the Ocean Fleet in Nez Point!"

"Point Nez? River Thames?" Major General Brock asked subconsciously, and after confirmation, Brock was already panicked.

Compared to his inexplicable and surprising predictions of David Betty, Major General Brock was more worried about Betty's ending. As the former naval front-line commander who was swept out by Jackson, the current commander-in-chief of the Grand Fleet, Brock understood the darkness and selfishness that Jackson had penetrated into his bone marrow. If the Germans really attacked Scapa Bay, then the history he asked General Betty for advice would be completely erased. Jackson would naturally claim that it was his decision alone and enjoy supreme glory. If the Germans attacked the Thames, Jackson, who was "authorized to retreat" by the Admiralty, did not mind dragging Betty into the water to protect himself.

Major General Brock went out. The Major General who had served on the warship for a longer period than on land jumped on a military vehicle, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and drove towards the villa in the north of Orkney Island like lightning.

It took more than ten minutes to complete the entire journey. The military vehicle cut two deep ruts on the hardened mud ground. The military cap fell into the car, and the car keys bounced out of their pockets and hid in the ruts. Before he could show his ID to the military police guarding the place, Major General Brock broke in. His shirt and tie were loosened, and his breath became heavy. Major General Brock rushed into the room of former commander-in-chief David Betty.

"General, the news of the German fleet shelling and bombing London has been confirmed. In addition, the coastal reconnaissance aircraft discovered all the main battleships of the Ocean Fleet in Nez Point!"

"No, the Germans cannot use expensive battleships to fight the Thames coastal cannons!" David Betty, holding a carving knife and carving a wooden model, trembling with his right hand. A sharp blade slashed across his fingers, blood spilled out and slid on the battleship Queen Mary. "I know Heidi Sileme, who is an absolute pragmatic person, otherwise he would not have been exiled overseas for opposing the Ocean Fleet battleship expansion plan. The Germans' goal is the large fleet. The Thames River is just a feint after all, so something must have been missed!"

David Betty, who was unable to understand the sea dynamics in time due to a long period of confinement, jumped up and grabbed Major General Brock's loose shirt collar. His blood-red eyes were filled with unreserved concerns about Britain and the Fleet, and he lost his composure.

"The main force of the big fleet has already hidden in Willis Bay." Major General Brock was a little unable to grasp the point and spread the information he could remember in one breath: "According to the rumors from the Admiralty, we will rent at least two active Spanish-class pocket battleships from Spain. They may be incorporated into the French Mediterranean Fleet. In addition, the two Japanese King Kong-class battle patrols are already ours!"

"Mr. Belfort did a great job." Betty exclaimed sincerely, but the worries between his eyebrows did not dissipate: "But the Germans wouldn't have killed Spain in a fierce manner and destroyed the four pocket battleships?"

"Could it be..." Major General Brock whispered, this time it was no longer just a vague idea, but a real soul trembling. Major General Brock turned around and said to David Betty without any end: "This is really Heidi Sileme's style!"

(Gorgeous dividing line)

The upright bow, flat bow, cruiser stern, and the German Navy's Iron Cross and Black Hawk Flag were responsible for providing firepower support to the raid fleet. The first reconnaissance fleet, the two Deflinger-class battle patrols, one Seedlitz-class battle patrols, one Moxch-class battle patrols, the second reconnaissance fleet, four light cruisers and the fifth destroyer detachment, eight destroyers, set off anti-submarine z-lines outside the Thames River and slowly sailed southward.

April has always been a symbol of sunshine in Europe. In the bright season, the warm light evenly blew on Wang Heidi, who was standing on the towering bridge of the Luzov battleship. The naval genius, who was about to be mythized by newspapers on both sides of the Atlantic, put down his telescope and quietly closed his pocket watch.

The air seemed to solidify, and the first reconnaissance fleet standing diagonally behind Wang Heidi took a small step forward, waiting for the orders of the lieutenant general. At this time, the Imperial Navy Minister Reinhardscher, who was supposed to be staying in the office of the Berlin Naval Headquarters, was strategizing but was sluggishly pressing on the battle patrol of the Luzov, carrying a cup of naval unique espresso, flashed out from behind Wang Heidi, and stood side by side on the bridge with Wang Heidi.

"In 1879, I joined the Imperial Navy as a naval cadet. After more than 30 years of naval service, I lived with the German Navy in the shadow of my neighbors. I never imagined that one day, German warships could block the doors of Britain and that naval guns could bombard any place."

Looking at the Thames River where the sound of cannons was rumbling, Reinhardscher's face was red, and his face was full of excitement, which was chiseled by the knife of time.

"General, I hope you don't forget to make an agreement..." Wang Heidi squeezed his eyes at the Navy Minister and raised his head to drink.

The confidential adviser who had already taken a step forward couldn't help laughing. Wang Heidi coughed lightly, and when he turned around, he had already regained the style of a first-class commander who had learned from the war.

"Order, the raid fleet will break away from contact with the British and move closer to the main force of the Ocean Fleet; the first, the second reconnaissance fleet, the eighth destroyer detachment gathered its formation, the target..."
Chapter completed!