~Date: ~November 07~

At the southernmost end of the English Channel, the first reconnaissance fleet heading south at full speed at the cruise formation gradually slowed down and stopped slightly in this strange and majestic sea area. Four light cruisers and eight oil-fired boiler destroyers were spread out to carry out periphery alerts, and the battle patrols of Luzov, Deflinger and Seidlitz, which temporarily installed seaplanes, began to release the aircraft.

The waterproof canvas covered on the fuselage of the Frederick-33 seaplane has been removed, and experienced technicians climbed up and down, fixing the two-seater single-engine seaplane weighing 1.5 tons with lightweight cables.

The German sailors were far less leisurely than their British colleagues who used 50-distance 12-inch main cannon to lift the seaplane. They were as rigid as textbooks, completing the prescribed actions meticulously.

The large crane arranged at the rear end of the No. 2 chimney rotates slowly, lifting the seaplane filled with fuel from the upper deck to the English Channel, which lacks the power of the German Union.

"General, this must be a refreshing victory!" Wang Heidi's general staff officer Singhlaer patted the steel hull of the Luzov and said proudly.

The young man's face was full of desire for victory, and his optimism seemed to have infected Wang Heidi. The lieutenant general subconsciously touched the pocket of his military uniform that was used to putting wine bottles. In a trance, he felt embarrassed and empty, so after a long time, an unknown sigh appeared.

“No doubt…”

At 3:17 pm, the sunshine at the end of April had already subsided a lot, and the slightly drunk sea breeze blew across Wang Heidi's no longer green cheeks. It brought a hint of coolness. The cigarette Heidi held in her mouth was tilted, and her drooping blonde hair swayed gently. The memo she carried with her was lonely and exposed her head from her top pocket. "The pocket watch that was taken with her hand-painted portrait inside was hiding into the slightly undulating chest of the soldier.

Wang Heidi raised her head, and the sunlight scattered by the rippling sea waves and the tilted cigarette smoke columns were all in his eyes, making the lieutenant general, who was known for his decisive decisiveness, blurred his eyes.

Using a series of coastline sneak attacks on the 28th, the Ocean Fleet and the First Reconnaissance Fleet confuses and interferes with the British's judgment, it induces Britain to focus on its own land, and finally escapes through the English Channel, which is empty in defense, and fights against seven battleships returning to Britain from the Mediterranean to aid Britain.

Victory seemed to be at your fingertips, and the Ocean Fleet and the German Navy seemed to have shrunk from the haze at the beginning of the war, but the lieutenant general still felt that a big net that could not be escaped was pounced on him.

Emperor William almost broke up. He would rather let the Ocean Fleet snatch London, which was closely guarded, than give himself more honors.

Germany was an imperial country. As the head of state, the emperor not only had a cold system, but also the Junker landlords who coexisted and prospered with the Hohenzollern family. Although the emerging industrial and commercial class and university professors injected a lot of fresh vitality into this ancient country, the Junker landlords still controlled the country's economic lifeline, and the noble officers who paid attention to discipline and loyalty firmly grasped the army.

There is indeed no tradition of assassination in Europe, but politics is destined to be dirty and dirty. Heidi cannot see clearly the fate of herself and her followers after the war↓↓Joan of Arc during the British and French war.

The propeller began to rotate at high speed, and the wind that was wrapped stirred the quiet sea. The white waves gradually gathered into storm. Like Wang Heidi's confused heart, V soldier proofread the time and waved the flag in his hand. The pilot sitting in the seaplane put down his goggles and slowly pushed the joystick ≤6 seaplanes soared into the air. Searched in three directions in a two-plane formation.

"Another refreshing victory!"

(--Gorgeous dividing line--)

At 15:21, the Thames.

The ancient and proud London has never encountered so many visits from other countries' main battleships. Four Nassau class, four Helgolan class, five Caesar class and four King class, the essence of the Ocean Fleet is unpretentiously crossing the sea outside the Thames, pointing to the heart of the Britons with one majestic large-caliber main cannon.

"Isn't it good for our emperor to stay quietly in Charlottemberg Palace or go to the northern jungle to hunt? War is the responsibility of the soldiers. If the emperor who does not understand the state of the front line is to point fingers, what do we soldiers who have been tempering for many years in the Great Union do?!"

Even the commander-in-chief of the Ocean Fleet, General Fleet Fleet Fleet, was nearby, was busy calculating the fleet's shelling positions and movement routes, and the senior staff of the Ocean Fleet, who were busy calculating the fleet's shelling positions and movement routes, were still complaining.

"The British submarines may be hidden in a corner, and the Ocean Fleet may suffer unjust injustice. Just like the two political storms against General Silame!"

General Xianger, who was deeply loved by the navy, turned a blind eye to his subordinates' complaints. When the signal soldiers of the Fitrei Great translated the flag saying "Each squadron occupies a favorable artillery position and requests shooting instructions", Xianger immediately issued the artillery order.

Four Nassau-class battleships at the forefront of the 17-kilometer battle line opened fire. Terrible fireworks broke out from the muzzles of the 280-mm cannons of the Nassau people, and the shells that were out of the bore and rubbed against the air, making a sharp and terrifying howling sound.

After several minutes of waiting, the observation officer was finally able to see the landing point of the shells in the group lenses of the observation tower. The effect of the first round of artillery was not ideal, with a 16-kilometer ultra-long distance, unfavorable sunlight, and complex terrain of the coastline hiding and protection. The 280-mm shell weighing 300 kilograms were only swept around the charred beach of the Fifth Battleship Fleet.

"The general, just as Lieutenant General Silame insisted, let the old ships of the Fifth Battleship go to feint the Thames and perfunctorily deal with our emperors. In fact, we don't have to risk being attacked by British submarines and destroyers to carry out a more costly artillery operation with expensive battleships."

Four 305mm cannons of Helgolan-class battleships also joined the ensemble, but the shelling effect was also not ideal. Captain of the battleship Caesar Frederick III, Colonel Chuteodor Fox, shook his head and approached General Xianger and whispered:

"Waiting for news from General Silame and Portsmouth Harbor, even His Majesty William is beyond reproach, right?"

"Col. Fox, please forgive me, I can't do that!"

Despite suffering from depression, General Xianger is still an impeccable rationalist in the German Navy. Hellingen, the minister of the Navy's cabinet, said with a frown:

"I know you are impatient with the Emperor's intervention in the Navy, but His Majesty William cannot forgive you who have repeatedly challenged the authority of the Hohenzollern family. Indeed, as long as the Ocean Fleet is still on the road to victory and can continue to win, His Majesty William cannot handle the Navy blatantly, but the war will eventually end. If we cannot find some balance, my Heidi Sileme and his followers will be backfired after the war!"

"General, you...you mean that the emperor may deal with General Silame after the war..." Chuteodor Fox was shocked. He lowered his head, and confusion and cruelty flashed across the colonel's face one after another. "To be honest, I am also a follower of Heidi Silame. Almost most of the officers of the entire naval frontline and the general staff are followers of General Silame. The emperor cannot treat German heroes like this!"

"Fox, you understand that the navy has no tradition of rebellion!" Xianger roared softly.

(--Gorgeous dividing line--)

At 15:38, London Naval Staff, First Maritime Secretary Goff Karthorpe and Interim Acting Naval Staff Major General Friedric Tudor stood in front of the huge British Hang, with the haze on his face accumulated into frost.

"The general has an urgent telegram signed by David Betty..."

Captain Clarence, the intelligence counselor of the Admiralty, ran over panting and handed the telegram to the First Minister of Sea.

"If David Betty had a hint of Nelson's style before the North Sea decisive battle, then David Betty is becoming increasingly abominable now! The Germans will attack our Mediterranean and return to the aid fleet. What a joke!" Karthorp turned around and took the exact same telegram from Major General Dodot, the interim chief of staff of the Navy, and said impatiently: "What do he want to do? Use silence to gain sympathy? You must know that almost all major losses of the Royal Navy are separated from him. He does not stay in the villa in the northern part of Onik Island waiting for the trial of the military court, and he still wants to turn over with political speculation?"

When Goff Karthorp used the most sinister mentality to examine David Betty, who was labeled as a "politician", the young Captain Clarence argued with the First Sea Secretary in front of the Navy Staff.

"But, general, in addition to the large armored cruiser of the Schánhorst, which was buried in the Falkland Islands, whether it was the von der Tann and Blücher who sank in the Dogers, or the Germans who voyaged in the Skaglake Strait, the British Navy's achievements were also from David Betty!"

"Well, Captain, pay attention to your words! In front of you is the First Sea Minister. It is not the demeanor of the British gentleman who confronted his boss in public to the demeanor!" Goff Kalthorp, who was embarrassed in public, stood up, stared at the young man who was not outdone, pointed to the location of the Thames in Hangzhou, and said in anger: "Also, about ten minutes ago, the Ocean Fleet bombarded the Thames, and the war in London rekindled!"

(--Gorgeous dividing line--)

At 15:47, Scapa Bay.

"General Betty, the Admiralty refuted your opinion and informed the base headquarters of the Ocean Fleet of shelling the Fortress on the North Bank of the Thames." The confidential officer of the Telegraph Room at the Scarpa Bay took off his headphones and spread his hands at David Betty, saying helplessly: "Also, Maritime Secretary Goff Karthorpe asked you to return immediately to 'where you should be'..."

"Damn!" Major General Brock's fist hit the wall, and an angry roar rang out across the empty Scapa Bay. "Does the Admiralty underestimate Heidi Sileme's skills or overestimate the inference ability of the Kingdom Navy's staff officers, do they underestimate the mobility of the First Reconnaissance Fleet or overestimate the true strength of the English Channel defense line where the troops have been evacuated and the return fleet with only one dreadnought?!"

"Major General, there is still time!" David Betty looked up at the bell in the corner, and his eyebrows were not easily noticeable. "The Admiralty will not accept our views soon, so send a report to the Ireland, Orion and Collingwood!"

(--Gorgeous dividing line--

At 16 o'clock, outside Portsmouth Harbour.

A junior sail training ship that led to Portsmouth Naval Academy was loaded with trainees and slowly sailed out of the Portsmouth Harbour Waterway following the footsteps of the battleship Collingwood that was going out of the sea.

"Charles Winthour, let me see the Collingwood, which is a dreadnought with a displacement of 20,000 tons. You must know that being able to serve on a dreadnought is the highest honor of every naval cadet!"

Although John Hahn trainee seafarers were soft and hard, the lookout guarding the wooden mainmast observation tower was unmoved because Charles Wintour moved his telescope slightly and embarrassedly found two high-flying seaplanes.

"Hahn, is there a tradition of Royal Flying Team printing iron crosses on the fuselage?"

"Iron Cross? Isn't that a German sign?" John Hahn, who had just turned into the crash course of naval ship command, rolled his eyes and took a long time to react: "Oh my God, it's a German! The Germans are going to repeat the same trick and bomb Portsmouth Port with planes!"

The junior sail training ship was in agitation, and a telegram ran straight from the training ship to the Portsmouth Base Command. Half a quarter of an hour later, the berth was filled with various types of transport ships and merchant ships. The dock area was filled with arms, oil and materials about to be transported to the battlefields in northern France and the local coastline. The shipyard dock in the deepest was built with the unfinished R-class battleship and other warships. Near the shipyard, the Royal Navy's cradle, stood the cradle of the Royal Navy, and a long battle horn suddenly sounded over Portsmouth Port at the Portsmouth Naval Academy.

Away from the coastline, a Frederick-33 seaplane returned to the air above the First Reconnaissance Fleet. The pilot in the back seat played flag-speaking at the Luzov and threw down a small floating barrel containing detailed data.

"General, I've found the British!"
Chapter completed!