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If you count the legendary European warships, the Germans may be able to list a long list, such as the unsinkable ship Moltke, the god of war de Fringer, the Mediterranean lone wolf, the tragic German, the German mad dog Gneesenau, the underwater assassin U-9, the Earl Seahawk, the Black Swan Emden, the African Leopard Konisburg, and the Glaudens Glaudens.--./--./---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Among these legendary battleship lists, Moltke, De Fringer, Deutsch and Goben are the main battleships, Gneisenau is a large armored ship with tonnage of more than 14,000 tons, and Earl Seahawk sail attack ship, underwater Assassin U-9, British E-13 submarine, Hungry Dog Glaudentz, Black Swan Emden, and African Leopard Koenigsburg light patrol are all inconspicuous small characters.

The Seahawk was the famous Count Lukner. He was known as the last medieval knight Lukner led this sail attack ship from the North Sea, passing through the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean, and finally roaming to the Indian Ocean, fighting thousands of miles to capture countless prisoners. The Seahawk was named "Earl".

The reason why the U-9 submarine was famous for its underwater assassin was nothing more than the ambush that shocked the world about 50 kilometers north of the Dutch Cape on September 22, 1914. That morning, Vedigan sank three ten-ton armored cruisers, Abakir, Hogyo and Cresey, within 75 minutes, killing 1,459 officers and soldiers.

As for the e-13 submarine, which the Allies have painstakingly promoted, its record is somewhat inconspicuous compared to the U-9. However, when the European War ended, the good American cow carefully sorted out the entire naval war in World War I, which led to the submarine that was unknown during the European War and sunk by a German destroyer in 1916, which was lifted out of the old paper pile and reversed the case.

The Americans said it was certain, because the e-13 submarine was actually the only warship of the Allied powers that successfully attacked Germany during the European War. Yes, the Helgolan Island that the Iron Blood Prime Minister exchanged for African colonies was the German mainland!

The glory of Emden and Konisburg does not need to be repeated. The former slipped out a beautiful swan dance in the Indian Ocean, almost paralyzing the Allied Far East route. Although Emden exploded and sank before the last song of the Swan's death in Mozambique. However, this did not affect the legendary color of this light patrol. The latter became a lonely fighter of German East Africa. Until the end of the war, the Allied failed to conquer German East Africa. The Konisburg was absolutely indelible.

The Glaudentz light patrol was as famous as the above light warships. On April 29, 1915, during the Naval Battle of Portsmouth, this ship was tragic to sacrifice his life for justice, and tried to use the protective force from the main armor on the side to the thickest part of the main turret defense armor, which was only 60 mm, and the firepower with a maximum caliber of 150 mm to drag the target ship, allowing the First Reconnaissance Fleet to expand its results, but did not want to accidentally create an amazing record.

The dreadnought, the most advanced and powerful killing machine on the blue planet at the beginning of the 20th century, was chased by a toy-like light patrol and could only hide in Portsmouth Harbor and was in panic all day long.

After the Battle of Portsmouth, the Allied media wailed, while the neutral media joked that the nearly 20,000-ton battleship of the Collingwood might be the most unused big guy in the world. Although Col. Clement Rye, who was dismissed after the war, insisted that "the First Reconnaissance Fleet is heading north to hunt them down", according to the memories of the surviving sailors of the Irish battleship and the surrendered Qiu Ren, when the Collingwood was "chased" by the light patrol, the First Reconnaissance Fleet was still nearly half an hour away from the Collingwood.

The Portsmouth Port Authority could not wait for the Portsmouth Port Authority to send a water diversion ship. The battleship Collingwood whistled and dragged a long coal smoke into the military port.

The Glaudentz light patrolman, who was chasing his prey like a hungry wolf, finally stopped. The sailors had tried their best, but they didn't even want to face the results of the battle to come to their door. They just wanted to hide in the Collingwood battleship in Portsmouth Harbor and the British destroyer fleet that tried to intercept the Glaudentz. The officers and soldiers of the Glaudentz who were somewhat deficient could only smile bitterly.

"This world is so crazy. Even light patrols can chase the dreadnoughts!"

A fire broke out from the direction of Portsmouth Harbour. The captain understood that it was the British coastal defense fortress being tested. Hahn-Donn had no intention of challenging the coastal artillery in Portsmouth Harbour, and waved his hand to raise the signal flag of "Stop chasing and turn east."

The three light warships took light steps and turned around about 20 kilometers away from Portsmouth Harbour, heading towards the somewhat dark east. The navigator Rich von Ge Siyun was inspired by Major Hahn Dorn and was wiped out in ashes. Thinking of the ups and downs of the pursuit battle, the passion that only aroused when his mind was hot was taken away. Rich von Ge Siyun finally remembered it and was afraid, and cold sweat instantly surged on his forehead.

"Major, how did you report to General Silyme? Just say that the hungry wolf Glaudents accidentally scared away the delicious prey Collingwood?"

"If you didn't experience it myself, could you believe it?" Major Hahn-Donn turned his head and looked at the place where the First Reconnaissance Fleet should have appeared, then lowered his head and looked at the blank captain's log in his hand, and grabbed the pen and said in anger.

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Before the sunset, the sunset is in the bay, and Portsmouth Harbour is breathtakingly beautiful.

The sunset embellishes the brightest pearl on the south coast of Great Britain. In the dark dock area of ​​the shipyard, the injured King George V battleship is replacing the damaged boiler. The Junquan-class battleship, which had just been launched half a month ago, was parked next to the ship platform. Deeper, several sails and steam-powered warships were parked in front of a small pier. The military academy students who had been returning from sea training were completely gone at this moment. Only a few lonely oak trees and the beech family of the genus genus were swayed by the sea breeze. Several warships that had just returned to the port were guarding the deep water area, retaining the boiler steam, and were reluctant to land. The sea waves crossed the slightly nervous warship and rushed towards the pier. The Victory three-masted sail warship parked near the harbor dock gently.

The admiral who came to the Portsmouth Naval Base to retire was standing on the Victory warship at this moment.

The Victory was perhaps the most famous sailing warship of three-masted three-deck ever. It was launched on May 7, 1765 and participated in the Battle of Cape St. Vincent in October 1805 as General Nelson's flagship. After withdrawing from the frontline battles in 1812, it was converted into a floating warehouse, but it was still in the Royal Navy warship sequence.

Through the cape, the general could not tell the difference between the German fleet outside the port, but the troops still felt ashamed of the lieutenant general. In 1805, the Victory and 26 other warships went out to sea, and 33 warships with the Faspise Combined Fleet in Cape Trafalgar in Spain, and then won a brilliant victory.

More than a hundred years have passed since the Battle of Trafalgar. The victory still exists, and the servants are no longer there. Nelson's successor actually lets his opponent block the British gates and repeatedly humiliates the Royal Navy.

"Who will save Portsmouth?" asked the old base commander.

There were several burning clouds remaining in the sky to the west. At 18 o'clock, night was approaching, and the First Reconnaissance Fleet completed the preparations for the shelling.

The Second Reconnaissance Fleet's four light cruisers, and the Eighth Destroyer Detachment's eight destroyers were scattered around the four battlecruisers of the First Reconnaissance Fleet, forming an anti-submarine formation. The core of the Luzov, Deflinger, Seedlitz and Moltke's battle cruisers had already eaten in batches in advance, and the gunners who were raising their strength were ready to go.

Portsmouth Port, the most important naval base in southern England, the location of the Royal Naval Academy and Portsmouth Shipyard, the distribution center for aid supplies and arms, the veil mist wrapped around her was stripped naked by the First Reconnaissance Fleet, revealing her graceful figure unwillingly.

"Open fire!"

Four battle patrols opened fire across a distance of nearly 18 kilometers.

This may be the easiest bombardment of the tried-and-tested gunners of the First Reconnaissance Fleet. Without repeated calibration of seaplanes and observation towers, without thinking about the full turret half-shooting shooting, and without considering the shooting accuracy, the enthusiastic gunners made up their minds to exhaust the service life of these expensive barrels at one time.

Fires rose into the air. In view of the Jutland Naval Battle. The maximum combat distance was more than 18 kilometers, the Naval Design Bureau improved the four main battleship guns of the Empire. The maximum elevation angle increased from 16 degrees to the 305mm sk-l/50 main gun with an ultimate range of more than 23,500 meters and the 350mm sk-l/45 ​​main gun with an extreme elevation angle of 24,400 meters were like rivers that broke the dike. They threw ammunition into the military port unscrupulously at the frequency of fifty-two to sixty main shells in a minute, carrying out a new round of crust movement.

Perhaps it was because of the oil tanker at the dock, and the earth-shaking explosion came from the depths of the port, and the entire sea was shaking.

The flames soared into the sky, illuminating most of the military ports and providing the best reference for shelling for the first reconnaissance fleet outside the port. The shells began to concentrate at the explosion point, and within the next five minutes, explosions continued to sound on the inside of the cape.

Britain does not produce oil, is it the oil reservoir reserved for the Royal Navy's oil-fired boiler warships? Most of the materials that support France are stored in Portsmouth, which is the ammunition depot that will be moved to the French battlefield to massacre the Emperor's people? Portsmouth Port should have many warships as an important British naval base. Which pitiful one is that?

There are too many options. The shelling continues, the explosion will not stop, and the results will expand. The fireworks flashing through the muzzle are imprinted on Wang Heidi's face. The lieutenant general holds a small glass of red wine as he wishes, too lazy to calculate the losses of the British in detail, and is unwilling to regret the defeat of the British. He stood quietly in front of the observation hole, closed his eyes and enjoyed the joy that was difficult to obtain in the terrifying half of his life.

Kiel, losing Hathaway, losing Catherine, was a sad place; Berlin, the exile in 1898 and the political storm after another, made him tired; the Far East, the crimes of aggression against his motherland were tortured his soul all the time; Turkey, losing Rausof's desperate land was always called by Wang Heidi. It was only on the bumpy warship, breathing choking soot and enjoying the pleasure of victory that made Wang Heidi feel that this tired body belonged to him.

Not for the sake of living his wife and daughter, Germany, which had twenty years of memory, not for the sake of giving his future to himself, he resolutely sang a follower who sang against the imperial emperor, nor for the light of the dawn of the war of attrition and the distant victory. At this moment, Wang Heidi was simply a naval commander. Victory was something he pursued tirelessly, and the British were destined to be the stepping stone for his angrily battle!

"After the Battle of Portsmouth, long-range blockade can no longer stop the pace of the Ocean Fleet!" He tilted his head and drank the ordinary Haoke wine, known for its spicy food. Wang Heidi, who was under pressure, suddenly opened his eyes and clenched his fists and said:

"Singlair, count the results and report to the Admiralty and Frederick the Great, and let the Telegram Office inform General Hippel that the North Atlantic in 1915 is ours!"

"Wait..." The telegraph room confidential officer came out and waved the telegraph paper in his hand: "General, there is also a dreadnought!" (Your support on this site is my greatest motivation.)

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Chapter completed!