Even though the Deflinger returned to the Jed Bay anchorage, he would face the endless resentment of the logistics officer and the trouble of replacing all the gun barrels after a month, this could not prevent the captain Major General Ludwig von Reuter from letting out another creepy laugh.

"Okay, report to our flagship Luzov..." Major General Ludwig von Reutt held his pipe and tried to show his pride to commander Heidi Silem: "War of Dogel, our ship sank the Queen Mary battlecruiser, and with the assistance of Luzov and Seedlitz, the British Thor super-dreadnought; the Battle of Jutland, our ship sank the Royal Princess and the Tiger battlecruiser, severely sank the War-War Fast Battleship, and indirectly help the U29 submarine completely destroy this pseudo-war patrol; the Battle of Portsmouth, our ship sank the two old battleships, the Marquis and the Prince of Wales," said the first time.

The telegraph room confidential officer who recorded the quotes from Major General Ludwig von Reutt couldn't help rolling his eyes, waiting for the captain's even more rampant remarks.

"If the wise and Shenwu Fleet Command returns us the credit for sinking Thor, then so far, the Deflinger has sunk a total of one British super-dreadnought, three battle patrols, and two old battleships!"

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"Sedlitz battle report: At 16:48, the hull of the Majestic battleship broke and sank; at 16:58, the underwater ammunition depot of the Ocean exploded and sank; at 16:48, the battleship of the Majestic battleship overturned and sank; at 16:57, the Qiu Ren surrendered."

After the shelling of Portsmouth Port, the First Reconnaissance Fleet embarked on a journey home. The Luzov Battle Patrol Commander Tower, General Staff Officer Singhlaire, grabbed a thick stack of telegrams and reported the results to Wang Heidi.

"Where is the Defringer?" Wang Heidi keenly realized that his general staff officer deliberately jumped over the battle report of the Defringer battle patrol. The commander, with a little drunken blush on his face, leaned on the thick armored wall of the commander tower, and asked his staff officer jokingly.

"Staff Officer, let me see what kind of slander this despicable villain has!"

Before Singhlaer answered, Major General Paul Henry, the captain of the USS Lüzov, interrupted in a arrogant manner, squinted his eyes and looked at the full page of the battle report in the staff officer's hands.

Before serving in the Markensen-class battle tour, the Deflinger-class battle tour was the most advanced battleship of the Empire. Major General Paul Henry and Major General Ludwig von Reutt were the commanders of the two battle tours, so they started to jealous in open and secret ways.

In the Battle of Dogel's Sands, the fruit of the Thor Super Dreadnought was counted on the head of Luzov. Although the Deflinger battle patrol then sank the Queen Mary battle patrol, this could not satisfy Ludwig von Reut's ambition to compete with Luzov.

"Damn it. He actually wanted to usurp the glory of the Lüzov again!" Just a glance, Major General Henry's eyes were furious.

It was clearly his Luzov who sank the British Thor super-dreadnought. De Fringer only provided some spiritual encouragement on the side, but the lunatic Ludwig von Reutt shamelessly claimed in the post-war summary report that Thor was sunk with the assistance of Luzov and Seedlitz. God, can these two be equal?

Major General Paul Henry is a very traditional German officer. He was not good at speaking and could not win the battle with Reuters, so Liangzi formed a battle. The Dogersan Sea Battle, and the Luzov almost exploded all the main turrets of David Betty's flagship Lion Battle Patrol. However, the British were like gods and insisted on living strongly, while the Defringer sank two battle cruisers in one breath. What embarrassed Major General Henry was that the three battle patrols sunk were all the same type of ships or enhanced versions of the Lion Battle Patrol.

After the Battle of Jutland, Paul Henry was often ridiculed by the arrogant Ludwig von Reutt. In the Battle of Portsmouth, Luzov, led by Henry, sank the Irish super-dreadnought. As the only dreadnought in the British Mediterranean return fleet, even if the deflinger sinks two London-class battleships with a total tonnage of more than 30,000 tons, even if these old ships maintain a good service status, the former dreadnought is the former dreadnought. How can the old ship compare to a real super-dreadnought!

Major General Henry read Reut's boastful battle report in one glance. Paul Henry, who had just sunk the Ireland, thought he had been fully prepared, but he was still sent by less than fifty words by Ludwig von Reut. The whole article was filled with clever words, and the dead horse was as if it were a live show-off telegram.

Without going to read the De Fringer battle report, Wang Heidi can also follow Ludwig von Reutt's usual routine to guess the content of the battle report that cannot even be recycled.

"Singhlaer, let the Telegraph Room send a war report to the Admiralty and Frederick the Great." Wang Heidi patted Major General Paul Henry in grief and turned his head to instruct the General Staff officer: "Call the call to the Defringer, and I will apply for the honorary title of "Dog War God" to the Admiralty for Captain Reut and his Defringer!"

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On April 29, 1915, night began to fall. From the North Sea on the east coast of the British Isle to the Irish Sea on the west coast, from Scarpa Bay at the northernmost end to Portsmouth Harbour at the southernmost end, the messy war finally stopped.

The Ocean Fleet did not give British submarines and destroyers the myth of Ottowedigan being shot by three times in one stone. They took advantage of the night to evacuate the burning Greater London and headed to the north edge of the English Channel to receive the first reconnaissance fleet returning.

"The telegram by Luzov. The First Reconnaissance Fleet successfully discovered and wiped out the British Mediterranean Rescue Fleet, sinking the Irish super-dreadnought, majestic, solemn, Prince of Wales, the ocean, hatred, the old battleship of the USS Bufreak, sinking the total tonnage of more than 100,000 tons, capturing a total of 1,026 British officers and soldiers, killing and wounding the British officers and soldiers may exceed 2,000! After the entire British fleet, the First Reconnaissance Fleet shelled the Portsmouth Port and destroyed countless military supplies waiting to be loaded to France!"

Capturing more than a thousand British naval officers and soldiers is an unprecedented victory. Perhaps the whole of Europe, no, the whole world will go crazy about it!

Franz von Hippel, who was commander-in-chief of the Ocean Fleet, grabbed the telegraph in his hand, his arms trembled slightly, and tears were unconsciously shining in his eyes. Although the Battle of Portsmouth was not as brilliant as the Battle of Jutland for the sinking and destruction of seven British main battleships. But Hippel knew the significance behind this battle: the Battle of Jutland only reversed the unfavorable maritime situation of the empire, and the Battle of Portsmouth was the beginning of the German Navy's ending the defensive and starting to attack the ocean.

The last obstacle in front of the blue sea finally collapsed amid the rumbling sound of naval guns outside the Thames River and Portsmouth Harbor. The Prussian navy, which had no sense of existence at all, was beaten by the Danes and the French during the War of Unity, the navy that was stagnant in the era of the old prime minister, the navy that was jokingly called nouveau riche due to its rapid expansion, and the ocean fleet was able to trample under his feet, the Royal Navy, which had been traversed by hundreds of years in the seven seas. The Royal Navy, which had repeatedly ridiculed and humiliated the German national ocean dream.

Lieutenant General Schmidt, who took over the Third Battle Fleet, was infected by the agitated emotions of Hippel, who was famous for his rationality and calmness. Under the dark lieutenant general, Schmidt felt the blood flowing in his blood vessels burning.

In 1914, the Royal Navy made the German Navy breathless. Although Tirpitz built a fleet for Germany that was enough to challenge Britain, the naval executives, including himself and Schmidt, did not think that the Ocean Fleet could really challenge and defeat the British Empire.

The existence fleet puts hope for victory in the army's quick battle. The Siyi Empire was able to defeat France and Russia respectively before Britain responded, and finally forced a landfall in Britain. However, the failed Battle of Marne in 1914 made the imperialists realize that the theory of existence fleet was completely bankrupt, and the cruel war of attrition that Germany could not afford was really coming. But who could have thought that it was considered the weakest and most dragged link in the chain of the imperialist affairs - the Navy could try a slight attempt in the Battle of Helgolan Bay. It could defeat Britain in the Battle of Dogers, completely defeat the Royal Navy in the Battle of Jutland, and the British who could fight awesomely in the Battle of Portsmouth had no temper.

"As General Silame said, in 1915, the North Atlantic was ours!" Lieutenant General Schmidt's eyes seemed to be able to pierce the dark sky and see the vast North Atlantic. "General Hippel, I have to admit that I was conquered by the young man Silame! No matter what the young man wants to do, I will definitely become his most devout follower!"

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At the Wilhelmshaven Naval Base under the night, the Ocean Fleet headquarters building roared.

He endured the pain of his right arm, which had an amputated right arm, was discharged from the hospital early, Major General Weigener, who was placed by Hippel as deputy chief of staff in the Fleet Staff, shook his empty right sleeve, compared the telegraph paper on the table, and marked the data of the first reconnaissance fleet on the chart with his left hand.

"The naval battle should have ended, it's time to return..."

Graduated from the Pulun Navy School, he served as the staff officer and deputy commander of the First Battle Fleet. Major General Wolfgang-Wegener, who is known as the strategic two-wife of the German Navy, and was known as the German Navy, and was a double expert in strategy in the German Navy. Heardi Sileme, copied the ruler from the pile of documents and pushed it to the English Channel. He pressed his left hand, then pressed his pale face on the cold chart, holding a small half of the pencil lying horizontally on the drawings. He used his mouth to draw the return route of the First Reconnaissance Fleet one by one.

Compared to holding a pen in your left hand to write, it is obviously more difficult to do the drawings with your mouth. Wegener did not master the strength. As soon as the pencil trajectory was tilted, a long lead line was tearing apart on the chart.

The lead wire was so conspicuous, like a shocking scar that kept irritating Wegener's sensitive heart. Wegener tried to prevent tears from overflowing his eyes, and ignored the ridiculous lead wire that was almost ridiculous to the broken armed navy, continuing his previous work.

Another lead line, and there was a hint of anger on Wegener's blood-deficient face. He roared softly, throwing the painted charts, rulers, pencils and documents off the table.

"What are you doing so hard, I am a disabled person who is not self-aware!"

The door was pushed open, and the young man from the Fleet General Staff leaned in, looked at Wegener, who was curled up on the sofa and cried bitterly, and shouted a report timidly.

Weigener was in the mood to pay attention to the young man, but his subordinates seemed to have no intention of understanding Weigener, and stood attentively and shouted for a report without understanding the charm. The professional officer's qualities forced Weigener to force him to pick up his fragility and looked up to signal the young man to enter the door.

The moment the door was closed, Weigener, who was in a trance, could vaguely hear the commotion resounding through the fleet headquarters building and the high melody of "We Are Going to England".

The last commotion was the Battle of Jutland. After a month, the familiar aura was back. Could it be...

"General, we won!" The young man did not make Weigener suspicious for too long. He recounted the battle report of the First Reconstruction Fleet that had just been fed back to Wilhelmshaven: "The general once again played tricks on everyone. The First Reconstruction Fleet drilled through the British defense line and wiped out a British fleet, including a super-dreadnought and six old battleships outside Portsmouth Harbor. In addition, three U-boats foraging in the Irish Sea ambushed the Orion-class super-dreadnought that returned. Although the British stranded the warships to protect the warships, the super-dreadnought is likely to encounter the same doom as the War-Welfare!"

After informing the news, the young man hurried out and couldn't wait to share the sleepless night of the Ocean Fleet with his companions. The cheers spread around the center of the headquarters building. When Wegener came to the window and gently pushed open the window facing Jed Bay, Wilhelmshaven had become a sea of ​​joy.

"Long live the Silaime fleet! Long live the Ocean Fleet! Long live Germany!"

Wilhelmshaven became a city that never sleeps. Navy officers and soldiers danced in the square outside the headquarters building. The residents of the military port held a grand parade on the streets. The coastal artillery could not bear the loneliness and fired cannons to the coastline. The smell of victory brought amazing magic and dispelled the haze that enveloped Wegener's heart bit by bit.

"Since the Ocean Fleet that was generally not favored before the European War could have been today, what miracles could not happen?!" Weigener looked down at his empty right sleeve, with a hint of firmness on his face: "Silem did not hesitate to exhaust his body and bet on his future to win, and I only lost one arm. How could I retreat, how could I pity myself and let my old friends fight alone?! Weigener, stand up, the North Atlantic is not enough!"

[A thousand words more water, so uploading a little late, making mistakes...]
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