[Hey, the manuscript was written, but when uploaded, the Qidian system crashed. I could only re-code it, which is unlucky!!!]

In January 1914, the blizzard that had been raging for several days gradually dissipated, and the warm and gentle sunshine pierced the sky and scattered obliquely on the Golden Horn Bay. The glorious Sultan Crystal Palace revealed the tip of the iceberg from the sea fog, and reflected the Turkish fishermen who were rowing boats to sail towards the Aegean Sea. The Maramar Sea was calm and the "Sirian" tanker, which regularly traveled to Hamburg, Germany and Istanbul, Turkey, suddenly pulled the whistle and slowly sailed into Dardanell.

Near the Strait of Boruss, the old-fashioned iron-armored sea defense ship is undergoing artillery assessment. It is a 105mm single-barrel rapid-fire secondary gun, Knuber's finest quality, with a rate of 10.5 rounds per minute. Turkish gunners wearing high-top barrel felt hats with unique Anatonian characteristics were guarding the secondary gun of the Barbarossa-Heiledine sea defense ship, and completing the prescribed actions in a hurry.

"The fourth gun team is ready, please give me instructions!"

Wore a German naval coat, shiny high boots, and armed belts on his waist, Wang Heidi seemed to have woken up. Her loose eyelids moved slightly, and her arms holding the clock shook gorgeously, allowing time to stop at the node of 32.7 seconds.

"37 seconds?!" The lit cigarette changed from the left hand of the otaku to the right hand, and was stuffed into his mouth. The choking smoke sprayed out from the otaku's mouth. All kinds of sharp and mean words were like Gatling machine guns, sprinkling unreservedly at the gunner standing on the deck in a metal storm posture: "37 seconds?! It takes 37 seconds for a small tube to withdraw the cannon from adjusting the shooting to completing the preparation for the shooting! Tell me, are you professional soldiers in Turkey or herders on the Anatonian plateau? Are the instructors too high or have your IQ problems?! Can you be a little worse than Stenzell?!"

The otaku King Heidi squirted and lies with his eyes open, regardless of whether he had mixed and matched many Northern German dialects of Turkish Crescent Banners to understand. He was determined to find the place he lost at Kiel Pier and the Naval Academy. He cursed a group of Turkish gunners who were under twenty years old in front of him, as if he was slapped in the battlefield: "If this ship is on the battlefield, with your efficiency, we will have to sink five or six times first for every enemy ship that we sink. This must be the best time in this Brandenburg-class state!"

"We are herders, if we didn't have the navy's income..." The fourth group of gunners who messed up the artillery assessment blushed and were silent, and they all shrank their heads and didn't even dare to let out, for fear of attracting even more cruel suppression by the tyrant Heidi.

"Also, I said I wanted an armor-piercing bomb, but you guys gave me a high-explosive bomb. Well, I admit it, at least it can destroy the superstructure and cause killing personnel, but can you wipe the butter from the shell before loading the bomb! We fired killing weapons instead of his butter bread!" On the deck, the serf turned over and vented his emotions unscrupulously, laughing and scolding the gunners with poor data, and laughing and scolding the gunners with poor mouths and throats, and then grinned: "Fourth Group, the artillery training for next week will double!"

"Silem is such a devil. The poor gunners were scolded like this by only a few seconds later..." On the bridge of the Barbarossa-Hailedin, a boiler soldier was watching the fun. He occasionally turned his head and said to the logistics soldiers beside him.

"Who said no? Heidi Silem is simply a nightmare for us Turks!" Looking at the fourth group of gunners who were scolded by the tyrant Becken, the logistics soldier working in the kitchen covered his chest and said in lingering fear: "Fortunately, I am just a chef, and no one has ever asked me to get a meal in 30 seconds..."

"What is this Heidi Sileme? Is it more hateful than those old-fashioned British consultants? Why do you all feel afraid of him?" Just as the boiler soldier and the chef whispered, the young gunner standing a little farther came over timidly, held the felt hat on his head, and timidly inserted an inappropriate sentence: "You know, we are descendants of Emperor Suleiman, and the Crescent Banner Navy also has two super-dreadnoughts!"

At the end of December last year, news of the successful negotiations in London came, and Constantinople became a sea of ​​joy.

Ten Russian-Turkish Wars, 1878 Berlin Conference, 1897 Greek-Turkish War, 1911 Italian-Turkish War, and the two Balkan Wars that had just stopped, the Ottoman Empire suffered too many humiliations and setbacks, so that the Turks were more eager to be strong and self-reliant than at any time in history. After the disastrous defeat of the First Balkan War, the Ottoman Empire underwent mutiny, the liberal army minister Nazem was killed, the political veteran Camill was forced to resign, the young Turks replaced the liberal cabinet and regained power, and established the heads of Defense Minister Enzer, Navy Minister Jemar, and Interior Minister Tarat

The new military cabinet of military oligarchs. The military oligarchs are ready to fight and try to regain the glory of their ancestors in violent ways; from the Thrace Peninsula to the Anatonian Plateau, from the petty citizens of Constantinople to the small fishing villages on the southern coast of the Black Sea, Turkish civilians also generously donated money to raise money for naval funds, trying to save the dying millennium empire. In a sense, the super-dreadnoughts of Sultan Ottoman I and the super-dreadnoughts of Resatih have become the hope for the rejuvenation of the Turkish nation, so that when the young sailors mentioned the super-dreadnoughts of Sultan Ottoman I, who were still in the dock, they had a little more confidence and confidence in their hearts.

"Aren't you serving on the Barbarossa?" The boiler soldier looked at the ignorant fearless gunner with contempt. It was not until the young sailor explained that he was a newly enlisted recruit and was temporarily assigned to the sixth gun group. The boiler soldier then put away his surprise and covered his mouth and said it was a pity.

"Good luck, sailors, British consultants' sticks are great, but that's just a flesh pain after all. Instructor Silame never hits you, but he will use the sharpest and most cruel language to make your soul restless than death." The logistics chef raised his head slightly and looked arrogant, patted the young sailor's shoulders as if he was introducing his own chopping board: "Heidi Silame joined the Navy in 1894, graduated from the Kiel Naval Academy in 1897, promoted to lieutenant of the navy in 1898, and participated in the German Naval Expansion Act, and participated in the Far East Rescue War in 1900, and performed outstandingly. In 1907, he became the commander of the German East African Marine Corps and promoted to naval captain, and came to Istanbul in December 1912..."

"Twenty years have passed to two levels?" Out of the need for self-comfort, the newly-served gunner carefully savored the chef's swaying and loud introduction words, and asked at the loopholes in the words of the chef and the boiler soldiers: "Can you fear the enemy like a tiger?"

"Xilem is a regular visitor of the High Gate [2] and a guest of honor for the three giants!" The gunner's questioning angered the boiler soldier. He raised his voice and screamed strangely. There was no other noise on the bridge, leaving only air conditioning.

"The sixth gun team is ready!" The owl man's evil shout came from under the bridge. The newly-served gunner's legs became weak, and he gritted his teeth and rushed down the bridge, and entered the gunner's queue with a tragic look on his face.

"The gun is operated at a distance of 233, the distance is 11 chains, and one high explosive bomb!"

Otaku King Heidi sat loosely on the gangway beside the secondary cannon, holding a cigarette that was about to burn out in his left hand, and holding a clock in his right hand, shouting at the top of his throat.

Before Wang Heidi finished speaking, the gunners quickly drilled into the secondary gun protected by the cannon. Under the command of the gunman, the operator began to adjust the firing angle and elevation angle of the gun with the help of the hydraulics. The gunners skillfully opened the bolt and opened the gun door, and pushed the high-explosive bomb sent by the bomber into the fire. In less than 31 seconds, the 105mm tube retractable rapid-fire gun had been prepared for firing.

"Report the instructor, the No. 6 gun team is ready, request instructions..." The young and simple Turkish naval sailor stayed pitifully in the turret, staring at Silem's frozen lips in fear and anxiety, waiting for the tyrant's picky choice.

"35 seconds, this result is infinitely close to my psychological expectations of you..." Xilem deliberately dragged a long voice and shattered their fantasy before the gunner had a trace of luck: "But... I'm still not satisfied!"

"Why? The time required on the training syllabus is only 30 seconds." The gunner, who had just served, shrank his head and asked.

"Although this is only a weekly assessment and the training bullets are used, it does not mean that I can smoke near the turret. Everyone knows the regulations on loss control on the ship, but why no one comes up to stop me?!" The otaku who has been dominating the Crescent Banner Navy for many years explained impatiently and said unhappily: "No more practice, practice a hundred more gunfire!"

The tragic artillery assessment was over. The gunners walked back with their heads down and reluctantly returned to the artillery position to start simple, monotonous and boring artillery training. After all, they were young people. The depressed mood of the Turkish sailors quickly recovered. They took off their heavy coats and exposed their upper bodies on the winter ocean surface in the cold sea breeze. They sang the ancient and vicissitudes of Turkish folk songs and began to repeat mechanical artillery movements.

"Silem, I really don't understand where the motivation to support your investment comes from..." Gunther Lütjens stood on the commander's tower with wide vision, looking at Silem who was cursing and crawling up the commander's tower, and the cigarette butts between his fingers flashed. "Even British people are not as careful as you!"

For the sake of competing with Germany, the British Empire sent consultants to the poor and weak Crescent Banner Navy, spared no effort to help the Turks rebuild their navy and tried to expand their influence on Turkey. The British starting point was good, but the proud John Bull's inherent contempt for the sick husband of Siya had penetrated into their bones. Their actual actions always deviated, so that General Mark Carr, who worked for Turkey, believed that "the Turks were not born to be sailors", so he turned to the Greek Navy, who "although the warships were small, they appreciated very clean and tidy" to give advice and starred in the ultimate infernal Affairs.

In 1912, Lütjens was deceived by the German Navy's incitement to the Crescent Banner Navy. At that time, he was full of passion and passion and vowed to fight for the interests of Germany. British consultants were running openly and secretly, and they were not able to adapt to the language in foreign countries. The "Xu Sanduo"-style Turkish sailor, "educated youth" Lütjens quickly got full of his head in front of reality. In less than a month, he cried and shouted to go home, and he became half-hearted about the training work.

When Lütjens first met Wang Heidi, the otaku was already in his thirties. He was middle-aged and was poor and stingy. Lütjens initially concluded that Wang Heidi came for the high overseas service allowances of the Admiralty and the huge commissions issued by the Turkish government, but the meticulous attitude of the otaku towards training made Lütjens hesitate.

"Not to consider that the Turks are not talented as sailors to do naval forces. Even if you can change your fate against the will of heaven and use trash words to urge a team that can be driven by barely enough, you will be able to get the British. Silame, this is a one-man show without audiences, a stage for one person! Who can see the distant Türkiye!"

The otaku snatched out the cigarette butts, glanced at the small traffic boat that was gradually chasing the Shanghai defense ship, leaning back against the cold and biting armored shield of the commander tower, and letting out a long and distant sigh.

"Because...because this is the last stop of my naval career!"

【Note】

1. Barbarossa-Haileding, the former German Brandenburg-class Friedrich-William the Great battleship, with a full load displacement of 10,013 tons, a maximum speed of 17 knots, and 6 260mm main guns. It was sold to the Turkish Navy in 1901.

2. Gaomen: another name for the Turkish government.;
Chapter completed!