At 16:55 on April 29, 1915, in the English Channel far away from Germany, the two sides of the North Sea were in full swing. [w..cm

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On the not-open sea surface, a dreadnought with a standard displacement of 19,560 tons and equipped with 10 12-inch main guns. Before inflation, the dreadnought with a standard displacement of 1.68 million pounds was chased by a light patrol with a standard displacement of 4,912 tons and a single 150-mm main gun. The two were less than 600 tons of water. The destroyer with only a few 45-mm guns and a seaplane without weapons rushed around.

What shamed the British was that the former hung high with the great rice flag, while the latter was their life-and-death enemy, the German Navy.

"The watchtower report found only one light patrol and two destroyers. There is no trace of the German First Reconnaissance Fleet at the moment..."

"Since the First Reconnaissance Fleet has not been found, there is no need to go around the Isle of Wight." The lookout's report comforted the panic of the Collingwood. He thought of the three light warships that were not far away or near, and the gun captain Cooper, who had just tried his best to rescue the Mediterranean return fleet, was ready to pick up the captain Clementeleey: "Sink the Germans, under the 12-inch muzzle, the bold German sampans only have room to tremble!"

"But Cooper, we have lost contact with the Mediterranean Rescue Fleet. We cannot rule out that Heidi Sileme has solved the Mediterranean Rescue Fleet and draws combat power to return to deal with the Collingwood!"

Deputy Captain Watson refuted Cooper's radicalism.

At 16:33, the Telegram Room of the Collingwood received a report from the flagship of the Mediterranean Rescue Fleet "Discovering German Warships". Silame did not divide his troops, but instead concentrated his troops to attack the Rescue Fleet.

At 16:48, the Collingwood still had no idea whether to support the fierce Mediterranean return to the aid fleet. Admiral Jackson, commander-in-chief of the Grand Fleet, threw the hot potato to the Collingwood people, but the Collingwood also did not dare to draw a conclusion. The desperate captain Clement Ley sent a telegram to Scarpa Bay. At this time, the Collingwood watchtower unexpectedly discovered that the German ship appeared in the east.

The strangest scene in naval history happened: it was discovered that the German light warship Collingwood did not rely on the way to beat a friend. Instead, it quickly changed its course and fled toward the northwest Isle of Wight; the German light warship not only did not show the modesty and caution that it should have when encountering the British dreadnought, but instead pursued the Collingwood in a swagger.

It was not that the British Empire's strong men lost the courage to bully them, but that the fact that the Mediterranean return fleet lost contact with them made them frightened every step. At 16:46, the battleship Collingwood received the last telegram from the Ireland, and then lost contact, allowing the telegrapher to call the Ireland. [w..cm

｜I｜|】The flagship of the return fleet remains silent.

The story was lost with the Mediterranean Rescue Fleet and the German light surface ship was discovered. The story happened at the critical moment of the tide of the wind and the wind. The Collingwood people did not use their imagination and creativity to connect two things: the First Reconnaissance Fleet had wiped out the Mediterranean Rescue Fleet, and the Germans were not satisfied with the results of a super-dreadnought and six old battleships. They headed north at full speed, and their pioneering forces had already appeared in the east of the Collingwood.

Outside Portsmouth Harbor, the chess game in the fog was so weird that Clement Lay fell into a suspicious situation. The navy colonel's hesitation infected the 20,000 tons of Collingwood, causing a group of guys to chase and flee.

"Captain, Scape Bay Telegram!"

The light of the battleship Collingwood was suddenly extinguished, and the telegrapher rushed into the commander tower of the battleship Collingwood in panting, adding a weight to Colonel Clementelay's swaying left and right heart.

"General David Betty asked us to return to Portsmouth Harbor immediately!"

"Then..." The lost contact Mediterranean aid fleet pressed against Colonel Ley's heart like a heavy stone, leaving behind his hypocritical gentlemanly style, putting aside the post-war accountability issue, Clement Ley let out a long sigh, waved his hand and said in a weak way: "Retreat!"

In the waters 18 kilometers away from the battleship Collingwood, a Glaudents-class light cruiser and two destroyers formed a cruise formation. They were proud and "chasing the dead and chasing the north".

The square bow of the cruiser split the fine waves of the English Channel, and the steam engine was running at high speed. The 5,000-ton warship sprayed coal smoke and led two inconspicuous guys on the sea to sail in a beautiful posture towards the bright sunset.

"Captain, the British have adjusted their course!"

It takes great courage to pursue a dreadnought with a light patrol and two destroyers. Once the British come back, not to mention the ten 50-distance 12-inch main guns. Even if there are only twenty single-mounted 4-inch secondary guns, the Glaudentz, with only 60 mm armored belts on the side, cannot withstand it. The long-time navigator, with sweaty heads, pressed a handkerchief and shrank his head and reported.

"No. The British are going to escape!" Captain Hagdorn, who was so righteous that he almost wrote the words "fire at me" with fearless revolutionary heroism on his face, took a deep breath. He said stubbornly: "Glaudentz, go forward at full speed and catch up with the Collingwood!"

"Captain, we are just a light patrol, not a war patrol..." The navigator's arm, holding his handkerchief, trembling slightly, and reminded softly: "And the First Reconnaissance Fleet has a voyage of at least twenty minutes from us."

"When four dome cruisers in the former third reconnaissance fleet can win half of the first reconnaissance fleet in front of ten British fast battleships, why can't we, who have the advantage of speed, win these twenty minutes for Germany?" Captain Hagdorn slowly exhaled the entangled depression in his chest, turned his head and asked.

The navigator was silent for a while, then nodded heavily. After the interlude, the commander tower of the light cruiser was quiet. Captain Hagdorn shook to the dark corner of the commander tower with a gloomy face, and added with an inaudible voice: "Also, for General Silame to continue to lead us to victory!"

"That's a secret that cannot be done!"

Wang Heidi dismissed the Imperial Navy Minister with an understatement. Marshal Scher, who was impatient, couldn't help but threaten to cancel the agreement about a glass of Hauke ​​wine. Wang Heidi ignored it and turned her head tiredly, glanced at the chaotic Mediterranean, and smiled contemptuously.

"At 16:55, the 18th round of full turret half-shooting, starboard long bullet!"

The news from the watchtower feedback made people feel unhappy. Wang Heidi took back his attention from the distant Mediterranean battlefield, picked up the telescope in front of her chest, and observed the target ship.

After more than ten minutes of hard battle, the coal smoke produced by the operation of the boiler, the water mist made by the 13.5-inch shells, and the smoke produced by the four 350-mm main turrets made the Luzov battle patrol and observation conditions quite bad. What's even more troublesome is that the side of the Irish is also densely packed with smoke. Through the smoke, Wang Heidi could only vaguely identify the outline of the Irish.

"Felderman. Let the children relax a little, they did a good job!" Half a minute later, another round of far-range missiles with an outrageous deviation. The harsh observation conditions and the target ship were so good that the "Sinking Ship" Moltke was also jealous. The luck of the Luzov guns and artillery department put pressure on the gun department of the Luzov, and the impetuous mood was spreading. Whether it was the pursuit of accurate observation corpses or the gunners who pursued efficiency, they were eager for quick success and instant benefits, and always tried to use a round of shelling to sink the Ireland, which was still floating on the sea.

Wang Heidi was keenly aware of the bad signs, so he grabbed the microphone and connected the telephone number of the fire control command tower. He asked Luzov's gun commander Feldman: "According to the report of the ship's range measurement department, the Ireland stalled severely, which can be concluded that the British hull was flooded with water. In my eyes, the Ireland was already a pile of scrap copper and iron. We might be able to slow down the shooting frequency and use the Ireland as a target ship to practice artillery..."

The gunman, Feldman, tilted his head, clamped the microphone with his face, and clapped his hands to attract the attention of his anxious subordinates in the fire control command tower.

"The general asked me to tell you..." Feldman tried to tighten his face and recounted Wang Heidi's cold humor: "Our shooting frequency is too fast, we should take care of the Ireland 14 kilometers away. It is a rare practical target ship outside."

If this was an American battleship, the captain's humor would inevitably make the cowboys laugh and whistles were everywhere. Unfortunately, this was a German battleship. German Hans, known for his rationality, just raised his mouth slightly and made a knowing laugh.

The fire control command tower returned to quiet, and the staff unloaded their burdens and devoted themselves to the next round of fire preparations.

"Watch Tower?"

"The watchtower correction data. The target ship angle is 0.3."

"Observation tower?"

"The first group is 14,330 meters, the second group is 14.380 meters, the third group is 14.410 meters, the fourth group is 14,350 meters."

“Average meter?”

“Average distance is 14,368 meters!”

"Range measuring instrument?"

"The bottom range measuring instrument maintains wind speed data, first level; corrects the speed data, and reduces the target ship by 0.7!"

"The shooting disk parameters have been manually entered!" The artillery staff half-kneeled in front of the shooting disk, and their fingers jumped on the button. The data feedback from the watchtower, observation tower and rangemeter are manually input to the shooting disk that can perform precision operations. After complex operations, the shooting elements of this round of artillery are obtained.

Ten seconds later, the indicator lights for the four main turrets were lit up one after another. Feldman's finger slowly moved towards the shooting button. At this time, the lookout's surprise sound came from the microphone.

"The watchtower reported that the Irish host was parked and the hull was severely tilted!"

chlch!" The gunman Feldman was a little angry because all the preparations for this round of shooting were wasted. The major turned his head and tried to encourage his subordinates to re-enter the sight-seeing work, but the young man was in a constant commotion.

They either looked at each other with joy or whispered, until then the major reacted.

In a cruel naval battle, parking of the main engine means that the warship loses its active offensive ability and can only be beaten passively; severe tilting of the hull means that the warship enters water, and filling water to level is suicide. In order to maintain the balance of the hull, even the main gun of the warship cannot fire easily. When both arrive at the same time, doomsday comes.

Major Feldman could no longer maintain his usual stereotype. He slapped the table with a heavy blow, and was filled with enthusiasm: "People, work harder and send the Ireland for the last journey!"

[I've already written halfway through it before I knew it. The passion and change in the author's custom tag are coming. For a different battle, let's continue to work hard...]
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