(Another little **, and thanks to ly4230 for the reward...)

“(The King of the North Atlantic Section 8, American Tragedy[1])

The battlefield filled with smoke suddenly calmed down. The British First Battle Fleet and the German Third, the First Battle Fleet were entangled with each other and headed towards the depths of the Ferth Bay. The eight battle patrols of the first reconnaissance cluster changed their course and chased them unsteadily in the direction of the British fast fleet leaving. So the two steel fleets were the flagship Bavaria, which was difficult to speed due to damage to the flue, the Louise Bold Regent, whose power compartment was shot, and the two Nassau-class battleships that were seriously damaged and unable to continue fighting.

The rumbling cannons shrouded over the North Sea gradually faded away, replaced by strange silence.

The commander-in-chief of the Ocean Fleet, Heidi Silem, moved his headquarters to the battleship of the Election Demon. The four severely damaged battleships left on the battlefield slowly turned the bow and headed eastward, and rushed toward the junction of the Ocean Fleet marked by Heidi Silem in advance.

The departure of the last few main ships did not mean that this corner of the North Sea would be lonely. Hospital ships and destroyers hung with red cross flags were left behind. The pastor sang pastoral songs of death, the band blew the mass of the deceased, the sailors put down steam-powered boats or man-powered sampans, and were shrouded in the messy battlefield of wooden debris, burning oil, soldiers' clothing, and dead soldiers' bodies, searching for the lucky ones who survived, using wooden poles to collect the bodies of the deceased, and sorting out the relics of the soldiers.

Neither the defeated British nor the Germans who achieved brilliant victories will start a sudden attack at this moment and continue to be deeply engraved with hatred. Although the sense of honor and shame are essential qualities of the navy, what is more supreme and noble is the respect for life. Even if the two nations of Germany and Britain have formed an endless steel hatred in the war for three years, the unhindered battlefield rescue is still based on basic humanistic humanistic care and an ancient naval etiquette.

On the southwest and northeastern sides of the battlefield, the atmosphere is completely different.

In the face of the survival of the country, David Betty, who had never abandoned his own experience, pragmatically abandoned the three main ships of the Second Battleship Fleet and the two main ships of the Third Team, and buried the final sense of honor of the Mizi Flagship. Since the Royal Navy no longer had the shame of being a navy, the remaining fighting will and determination of the naval officers and soldiers would inevitably collapse, and then exile themselves from spirit to **.

On the way to escape, military discipline and superiors and inferiority disappeared. The officers could not command the sailors, and the sailors ignored the officers. No one noticed the formation of the fleet, nor did anyone pay attention to the survival of the friendly ships. There were only the captain who was huddled in the commander's tower and sighed. The wounded soldiers who rolled and wailed with their wounds, the gunners who knelt on the deck and cried loudly. There were boilers who could hardly lift their arms.

Perhaps the main fleet of the Great Fleet also had stubborn soldiers. But the cowards and despicable people could not find anything on the warships to pay tribute to their heroic undeads, so the only six remaining main battleships of the British First Battleship were driven away by the Germans in a messy manner like ducks.

On the road north, the steel giant ships flying the German naval flag and the Z-shaped combat flag are still chasing the fast fleet flew towards Scarpa Bay at high speed.

The towering German warships bumped up and down the waves in the North Sea, and sometimes huge waves rolled over the side of the battleship's ship and rushed on the flat deck. There would also be a battleship's upright bow splitting the waves, shaking out countless shattered white flowers.

The giant ship's hull was trembling and made creaking sounds from time to time. The sailors were doing sea operations in violently rolling and swaying, causing the warships to speed up higher speeds. On the towering watchtower, the sailors grabbed the telescope and tried hard to find the ship shadow of the fast fleet. They commanded the trekking bridge behind the tower. The excited officers and sailors covered their military caps that were about to be blown away. The sound of the howling sea breeze in their ears was full of the thunderous sounds towards the magnificent sea:

‘This is the sea of ​​Germany, this is our sea!’

German naval officers and soldiers said this after the Battle of Jutland. At that time, both sides of the North Atlantic agreed deeply. Most people would not have thought that the Royal Navy, which suffered heavy losses, could survive the difficult time and rebuilt the large fleet at the cost of emptying the treasury. On this day, German naval officers and soldiers shouted this again. Perhaps some countries still had dirty thoughts, but no one would have thought that the Royal Navy, which lost more than 20 main battleships in one go, could stand up again, and it was even stronger before the defeat!

Britain is over. In addition to several battleships and battle patrols that escaped the sky, there is also a large number of 10,000-ton but only equipped with 6-inch main guns. The Sun-Don't Set Empire, which ruled the ocean, has almost lost its navy. Since the Sun-Don't Set Empire has lost its winning magic weapon on which it rises, then the Sun-Don't Set Empire should be sun-Don't Set for more than two hundred years!

On the way to pursue the north, Lieutenant General Bihanik, the commander of the First Reconnaissance Cluster, believed that his high-speed battleship, which could only travel at an overload speed of 27 knots for a period of time, could not catch up with the fast fleet that could maintain a speed of more than 27 knots throughout the journey, so he handed over the fleet command to the deputy commander, and returned to his cabin to start writing letters to his wife:

‘The British lost the throne of the ocean overlord, the French were defeated in the Battle of Ustica, Italy, the Austro-Hungarian Empire was our ally, Japan was far away in the Pacific Ocean, we were already the only master of the vast North Atlantic Ocean. As for the Americans ranked third in the world, no, it was not qualified to challenge us before completing the transformation from a rookie to a master!’

But in fact, the speed of the fast fleet was not as fast as Major General Hanick imagined, and the distance he escaped was not as far as he imagined.

Each main battleship of the fast fleet that maintains high speed for a long time has more or less power problems. In addition, the Warriors battle patrol that suffered heavy damage and lost their speed, so General Lampard could only keep the fast fleet at a low speed of about 14 knots.

Lampard has realized that the Royal Navy's defeat is inevitable, so in the possible outbreak of the Battle of the Land of Britain, every battleship of the Great Fleet is particularly important. As a senior British Navy officer, Lampard has the responsibility to retain more vitality for the Empire of the Sun never set!

Since the fast fleet could not speed up, General Lampard, who guessed that Silame would send the First Reconnaissance Cluster to pursue a certain degree, naturally did not dare to let the fast fleet sway through the diameter. He brushed out the southern coastline of the peninsula that was part of Britain Scotland and returned directly to Scarpa Bay. Instead, he let the fast fleet go east and traveled a large circle along the sea outside the peninsula. He estimated that the First Reconnaissance Cluster gave up the pursuit before redirecting its course northward.

Unfortunately, man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Major General Bihanik, who wasted a lot of time to gather the formation and turn the formation, had no idea of ​​catching up with the fast fleet. He just drew a straight line on the chart, and it happened to be on the route of the fast fleet.

‘Lt. Roddick, the North Sea is too quiet. Is there any new news on the British?’

Commander Tower of the USS Nevada battleship, Major General Rodman, the only American naval commander who could take action, finally began to get anxious.

‘The most recent telegram was half an hour ago when the British Admiralty informed that they had sunk two German Nassau-class battleships at the cost of losing one battleship and two old battlecruisers, and severely damaging the other two, both sides were making complex steering and adjustments.’

Lieutenant Roddick, who was in charge of intelligence, pointed to the position of the battlefield calibrated on the chart and speculated:

‘General, referring to the experience of the Jutland Naval Battle, the battle has only been half an hour, and the situation on the battlefield should not have changed much.’

'The British did a good job.' Major General Rodman was a little regretful about the sinking of the American battleship Hong Kong, but he had to admit that he had done a good job with two old battleships and an export warship for Germany's two sinkings and two seriously injured British people. The Major General smacked his lips, looked at the rough chart, and said lightly: 'Considering the direction of the British and German fleet fighting, we who were moving south at a speed of 18 knots are likely to join the battlefield in half an hour. The Chief of Staff, remember to break the fleet's radio silence fifteen minutes later and ask the British about the specific battlefield situation. I need to evaluate the angle and timing of entering the battlefield.'

It was not until the Chief of Staff of the Squadron nodded that Major General Rodman turned around and encouraged his colleagues in the headquarters:
Chapter completed!