[The history of the Turks participating in the war is indeed too weird and too weird. It is a topic that the naval history has been repeatedly mentioned. Xia Yu naturally also wants to mention a little and continue digging the pit by the way...]

The ground was covered with carpets from Persia, and several ancient 17th-century oil paintings and a world chart marked with data marks were hung on the snow-white walls. The documents on the wisteria wooden desk were placed very high, and the golden signature pen was still shaking in the pen holder. The self-tone bell placed in the corner of the wall was still dripping and making noise. Half of the cigar was smoking horizontally in the ashtray, and the light blue smoke was still rising.

The Christmas atmosphere in 1893 had not yet dissipated, and the New Year bells of 1894 came one after another. The marshal's scepter was casually placed on the sofa. The imperial Navy Minister Tirpitz wore a marshal's uniform without a military rank, stood leisurely in front of the windowsill, with scissors in one hand and a kettle in the other, leaning over to repair the potted plant he regarded as a treasure.

"Marson, this is the intelligence that the intelligence agency in London has just sent back." Major General Franz Hippel, commander of the First Reconnaissance Fleet of the Ocean Fleet, and Lieutenant Colonel Erich Redell, first deputy director of the Navy Intelligence Department, grabbed a telegram and knocked in. "The Rust was taken down by the Turks and changed its name to the Ottoman Sultan I."

"The Turks are good methods..." Marshal Tirpitz turned around, received the telegram and glanced slightly, sat back at the desk, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Okay, I understand."

"Marson, this time the British were out of the ordinary and sold to the Turkish Renesadih Super Dreadnought, without any trace of cutting corners. Instead, they gave them a 12-inch waterline armor belt. Moreover, the construction speed of Renesadih has slowed down repeatedly, and the British are suspicious!"

According to the British custom, the protection of British export warships is usually weakened by a level compared to prototype ships, so that under the same caliber, the British prototype ship can sink the export ships. It is rare for the British to not create ghosts and monsters in this transaction. I don’t know whether the British were dragging the launch date of the warship of the Resatih to a possible world war breaking the contract and then using the reason for war to incorporate the Resatih into the large fleet, or whether they had the intention of winning over the Turks and incorporating the Ottoman Empire into the Allied System.

With the arrogance and rudeness of the British Empire and the Russian double-headed eagle's usual contempt for Turkey, Hippel estimated that the British would most likely equip the large fleet with the money of the Turkish "snatch" to equip a super-dreadnought for the large fleet. Tirpitz turned a blind eye to the British's small actions, and Major General Hippel couldn't help but remind:

"Marson, are you really not worried at all?"

"Major General Hippel, how do you think the combat effectiveness of the Renasadih?" Tirpitz picked up the Jingdezhen celadon tea cup he had bought in the Far East.

Although the British did not disclose the performance data of the Renesasidih battleship, this could not defeat the intelligence officers of the German Navy's Intelligence Service. With the start of construction of the Renesasidih, its performance data was quickly evaluated and is still being improved.

"The improved version of the King of the British King George V-class battleship, in addition to the fact that the cruise speed is not as good as the prototype ship, has greatly improved its power, secondary guns and command system." Major General Hippel, the most outstanding tactical commander of the High Seas Fleet, commented as if he had known it: "If the British keep the promise of delivering the goods, this deal in Türkiye is indeed not bad."

"Where is the Rust?" Tirpitz lifted the lid of the cup, and with the fragrance of tea, he lowered his head and tasted it beautifully, and asked. Tirpitz had served as the commander of the Far East Fleet and had a lot of experience in China's famous tea.

The Rio de Janeiro battleship was the most public battleship at that time, and its performance data was not a secret in front of those who were interested. The Rio de Janeiro ship was 205 meters long, with a width of 27.1 meters, a draft of 8.2 meters, a full load displacement of 30,250 tons, a maximum designed speed of 22 knots, and an armor thickness of about 60-305 mm. In order to grab an order from a German shipyard, the British piled all the flashy things on the battleship. 7 double-mounted 305 mm main guns, 20 single-barrel 152 mm secondary guns, and 10 single-barrel 76 mm secondary guns. This almost naked ship design is not only unprecedented, but even no one comes afterwards. The performance data of the Rio de Janeiro battleship caused an uproar in the navy just after it was leaked, and soon it won the "reputation" of the "Seven Turrets Holy Relic".

"Rust? It attaches too much importance to firepower and underestimates protection. The armor is weak, and a 280mm armor-piercing projectile can penetrate it with one round of 280mm armor-piercing projectile. The large and unscrupulous superstructure and luxurious interior decoration increase the area of ​​the shot, which is not conducive to loss control. The design of the seven-turret turret has not been strictly scientifically verified. Whether the fragile hull can withstand a round of main gun volley is still a mystery."

As the fleet commander of the world's second naval power, Major General Hippel naturally has his arrogance. Major General Hippel curled his lips and said disdainfully: "In my opinion, the Rust is vulnerable, and only the hungry Greeks and Turks who use the Rust as treasures!"

"We have detailed information on whether it is the Renesasidih or the Sultan Ottoman I, and the Rust is vulnerable. If that's the case, what else can we worry about?" Marshal Tirpitz put down the teacup in his hand, played with the marshal's scepter in his hand, and looked at Major General Hippel with a smile.

"Marson, you know that I am not worried about these..." Hippel bypassed Tirpitz's desk and pointed to the map hanging on the wall and worried: "If the British slowed down the speed of building ships for the black-bellied Turks, then the large fleet would inevitably add two dreadnoughts, which would be a considerable pressure for us. If the British delivered those two dreadnoughts on schedule, plus a British naval consultant who was chasing wind and rain in Turkey, the British influence in Turkey would inevitably increase greatly, which would be a significant hidden danger to our layout in Turkey."

Ottoman Turkey is known as the sick man of West Asia. In the mid-19th century, the Turks returned to their future and pieced together to form a steam fleet in the Mediterranean, which could barely call for wind and rain in Eastern Europe and the near east. But in 1913, the weak Turks had gone from playing chess players to chess pieces at their mercy. However, although the Ottoman Empire was in decline, the geographical location of the Turks was too subtle.

Going far away from the sky: going south can threaten the lifeline of the British - the Suez Canal waterway, blocking the Black Sea portal Bosphorus can cut off the ties between the double-headed eagles and its allies, and advancing north can threaten the hinterland of polar bears and Gauls. Given the Turkish unique geographical location, the German Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the military began to make arrangements in Turkey as early as the 1890s, and now the three military oligarchs who control the Turkish regime have all have close ties with Germany.

"British?!" Tirpitts held the teacup in his hand, lifting his wrinkled eyelids slightly, and a playful expression streaked across his old face, full of marks of a knife. "Major General, what you said makes sense. Let me do this, Lieutenant Colonel Redell, you can complete an assessment report as soon as possible. I will raise this question specifically at the annual naval meeting at the beginning of next month."

"Or... let Major Heidi Sileme write this assessment report." Lieutenant Colonel Redell took a deep breath and suggested with a hard bullet.

"Heidi Sileme? That arrogant boy from Schleswig Helstein?" Thinking of the unpleasant experiences and confrontations with the arrogant and arrogant young man over the past decade, Tirpitz couldn't help but frown and gritted his teeth: "Gentlemen, I do not deny Major Heidi Sileme's talent, but I am not ready to accept any view written or narrated by him until he changed his disgusting pride and boastful talk, even if his point is right!"

Redel far underestimated Tirpitz's stubbornness and the Navy Minister said it was firm, but Lieutenant Colonel Redel was not discouraged.

The situation in Europe is getting tighter and war is about to break out. Everyone knows that once Pandora's magic box is opened, it will be a final ending until death, and the bet is the national destiny and future. No one wants to lose the war, and no one can afford to lose. Whether from the perspective of personal relations or based on national interests, Lieutenant Colonel Redell wants Heidi Sileme to come back. He took a step forward and said constantly:

"Hissergeant, Heidi Silem, once served as a liaison officer in the shipyard. In the past two years, he has been a naval consultant in the Turkish Navy. No one is more suitable for the author of the evaluation report..."

Lieutenant Colonel Redell said a lot of high-sounding reasons. In fact, everyone knows the friendship between Lieutenant Colonel Redell and Silem; everyone knows the disgust of Heidi Silem, the Imperial Navy Secretary and the Commander-in-Chief of the High Seas Fleet.

Tirpitz cut a cigar for himself, leaned obliquely on the soft sofa, and his thick fingers gently tapped the desk, silent.

As the founder of the High Seas Fleet and the favorite of Emperor William, Tirpitz had a high prestige within the German Navy. The Marshal expressed his attitude with silence. The pressure this silent warning brought to Redel can be imagined. The worldly-wise Hippel pulled Lieutenant Colonel Redel's sleeve, hinting that Lieutenant Colonel Redel should not contradict the Marshal head-on.

"Since the marshal does not like Captain Silem, it's better to let Lieutenant Colonel Raidel complete the evaluation report." Major General Hippel over the office and took on the task for Lieutenant Colonel Raidel, and pulled out the unyielding Lieutenant Colonel Raidel.

"General, don't you want Sylem to come back?" Lieutenant Colonel Redell broke out and asked with his feet jumping.

"Can you get Sileme back after you argue with Marshal Tirpitz?" Major General Hippel asked back.

"Yes... But if you don't try it, Silame will really not be able to come back." Lieutenant Colonel Redell took off his military cap and looked at the emperor's emblem on the hat, feeling a little discouraged in his heart.

Major General Hippel sighed, then remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he patted Lieutenant Colonel Raidel on the shoulder and said sneakily:

"Lt. Col., have you served on the Royal Yacht Hohenzollern?"

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"From the sailing era to the steam era after the Battle of Lisa, from the shelling of Kagoshima in 1863 to the breech guns in 1879, from the unprotected wooden warship to the service of the Warriors in 1861, in my more than 40 years of naval career, the world's navy has undergone earth-shaking changes. Do you really think I can't see the magic of technology?"

Tirpitz stood in front of the windowsill, with scissors in one hand and a kettle in the other, leaning over to repair the potted plants he regarded as treasures. The same location and movements were completely different from ten minutes ago.

"In 1898, when technology was not prosperous, there were decades of poverty and weakness in the German Navy and the emperor's eagerness for quick success and instant benefits, and then there were eyeing members of Congress and the bonds and constraints of conservative veterans within the navy. If we do not achieve results as soon as possible, not only will the position of the Navy minister be in danger, but even the newly started naval rise may be ruined. Do I have any choice at that time? Politics is an art of balancing progress and compromise, and it has never been affectionate!"

The veteran, who was already sixty-six years old, was furious and repairing the branches and vines of the potted plants. It was not until the scissors cut their hands and blood came to their senses. Thinking of Ingrore's aggressiveness, German King William's ruthlessness, and the Sileme, who made him famous, Tirpitz was furious and threw the scissors in his hand out in anger.

The scissors hit the German and the Next War written by General Friedrich von Bernhardt. This is a must-read book for Germans in the late 19th and early 20th century. Whenever Tirpitt was in a depressed mood, he would read it again.

The worn old book shook for a moment, fell straight off the desk and fell on the Persian carpet. A letter slipped out of the book and fell on the carpet. The postmark of the envelope was clearly Istanbul, Turkey.

【Note】

1. Limpus: British Rear Admiral, served as chief adviser to the Turkish Navy in 1913.

2. Friedrich von Bernhardt: De** is a writer, and his desire to advocate peace has no future. It is purely fantasy and "immoral and inhumane".

3. In 1863, the British Navy bombed Kagoshima, Japan, and many breech gun explosions occurred in the British fleet, with heavy casualties. The British once gave up breech gun shooting. It was not until the British warship Sandel exploded in 1879 that the British abandoned the breech gun.

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Chapter completed!