[I'm very sorry, I didn't describe the protagonist's psychology well, so I had to push it back and start over. There are some modifications from the Turkish Order (Sixth) to the Gulf of Helgolan (Seventh). Please read it again. The keywords of the novel are the sea soul of the great power, the giant ship and the cannon, the era of aircraft carriers, and the peak battle after battle. I shouldn't be obsessed with those old problems of the novices...]

Dogel Sands are located in the southern part of the North Sea, with an average water depth of only 13 meters. The seabed sediments are mainly glacier gravel and powder sand. Dogel Sands are a region where cold and warm currents gather. During the flood season every year, herring and cod groups gather here. There are countless trawlers near the shallows, and disputes between fishermen are constantly causing trouble, so the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Navy of Germany, England, the United Kingdom, the Netherlands and Fabi are very troubled.

However, the situation this year is a little different. Except for a few trawlers with the flag of the British Empire, the Dogel Sands under the shadow of war are calm and miserable.

In fact, British fishing boats are not the only customers of Dogel Sands. In the deep waters in the southern part of the sands, three German U-type submarines are eyeing each other.

The Germans developed submarines for a short time. In 1897, the naval genius Heidi Sileme first proposed the submarine wolf pack tactics and affirmed the value of submarines. This was the time when Mahan's "Theory of Sea Power" was undoubtedly heresy. In 1898, the German Navy design department began to study submarines, but it was not until 1903 that the Krupp Company built the first diesel-powered submarine, with a total length of only 42.4 meters and a torpedo launcher.

Although Germany came into contact with submarines relatively late, the Germans had an innate talent for submarines. First-class machinery, steel industry level, developed optical equipment, strong technical accumulation in power machinery and accurate prediction of the genius Sileme made the Germans not take detours on the development of submarines. From the U-1 submarine in 1905 to the U-19 submarine that just served before World War I, the Germans' submarine strength was undoubtedly developing jumpingly and was undoubtedly far ahead in technology.

Although Germany is in the leading position in submarine technology, German senior management still regards submarines as defensive weapons in most cases. Although there are reasons such as high failure rate, short range and poor safety factor of U-type submarines, the key to the problem is the conservative and short-sighted tactics of the German Navy.

Heidi, a traveling king, referred to the undeveloped radio communication technology at that time, tailored a three-ship reduction wolf pack tactic for his submarine detachment, and ignored the admiral's ban on proactive attacks, encouraging the submarine troops to come and provoke. Then the otaku deliberately transferred the famous "Wolf King" Lieutenant Carl Denitz to Captain Otto Vedigan's U-9 submarine as the torpedo captain. Sir Reginald York Tyritte's Harrichi fleet was the best opponent of the otaku's slash!

In the early morning of August 6, three submarines led by the Helgolan Bay Defense Circle Command quietly set off from the Helgolan Island Base and sailed for more than six hours before reaching Dogel Beach.

Nowadays, the three relatively modern submarines are u-9, u-13 and u-15, which are ambushing the deep waters on the south side of the Dogel Sand. According to the information of the Navy Intelligence Service, a patrol fleet of four D-type destroyers (torpedo ships) under the Harrich fleet, consisting of four D-type destroyers (torpedo ships) built at the end of the 19th century, will come here to patrol every two days, and the hunting target of the wolves is this weak small fleet. After a simple exchange, the three captains arranged a finished formation on the south side of the Dogel Sand, quietly waiting for prey to come.

The narrow cabin was full of disgusting smell of engine oil and foul smell, and the air was dirty. The unkempt and dirty submarine soldiers could not withstand the torture of the humid and stuffy environment, and they all rushed up to the deck and roared and climbed onto the deck to cool down. On this day, there was no fog in the North Sea. The slightly drunk sea breeze gently stroked the submarine deck from time to time, attracting cheers from the submarine soldiers.

"Captain, there is a situation!"

The lookout whistle on the top of the command tower made a shrill warning sound. Captain Too Vedigan, who was sitting on the deck, closed his eyes and rested, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped onto the command tower in a few steps, and quickly picked up the telescope handed over by the sentry.

There are a few more smoke columns on the northwest side of the Dogel Sand. The smoke looks very light, unlike the rolling smoke rising from ordinary merchant tankers because of the use of inferior coal, but the high-quality coal used by warships.

"It's the British! Go back to the cabin! Emergency dive!" At this time, the warships that could appear in the Dogel Sands could only be the British patrol fleet. Vedigan shouted at the top of his voice, and all the sailors on the deck crawled back to the cabin.

The water pump started working, and with a harsh roar, the submarine quickly sank into the sea.

The air that had just become more diluted again, and the rising dive depth value in the long nautical mouth made the young German sailors feel particularly upset.

It seemed like it had been centuries, and it seemed that in a moment, there was only a clang in a trance. The submarine shook slightly, and the experienced sailors realized that the submarine had dived to a fixed depth. Captain Vedigan sat in the command cabin, his rough hands leisurely knocking on the steel plate of the cabin and shouted at the navigator: "Keep the depth, the left rudder speed is 25, 1/3, and the angle is correct!"

The navigator repeated while operating: "Depth maintain, 25 left rudder, angle correction, 1/3 speed!"

The bulky periscope rose up, and the observer carefully turned the periscope to observe the movements on the sea. In a short while, the observer made a discovery.

"The position is 47, the distance is 10 chains, four warships..." The observer took the ship manual handed over by the staff officer, quickly turned to the last few pages, and compared the black and white photos on the manual and said in surprise: "The British D-type destroyer, four, is completely consistent with the intelligence!"

Captain Otto Vedigan, who was sitting in the command cabin, relaxed his cold face slightly and ordered the torpedo: "The torpedo compartment is one in front and two in front, one meter deep, ready to launch!"

"One first, first two, one meter to the depth, launch preparation!" The murder weapon loaded with a strong ** was pushed into the torpedo launch tube. The torpedo long Karl-Donitz's rough hand pressed on the launch button. It was silenced again, and there was a creaking sound from tens of thousands of tons of sea water squeezing the hull. Before the captain issued the launch command, Denitz's palm was filled with sweat.

The narrow space fell into a dead silence again. Despite its good training, this was the first performance of the German sailors. The opponent was still the Royal Fleet, which had not been defeated for hundreds of years. The young and immature German was more or less nervous.

"Captain, the British seem to have discovered us, they are starting to accelerate!" The observer's shouts broke the embarrassing silence, and the well-trained submarine soldiers changed their faces one after another. Everyone knows that submarines cannot escape the destroyer. Once the British rushed out of the ambush circle, the ambush battle carefully planned by the Defense Circle Command will have to end in vain.

As soon as the observer finished speaking, there seemed to be a rumbling sound of cannons on the sea surface, followed by a violent explosion. The penetration force generated by the explosion made the U-9 submarine hidden underwater start to shake violently. The submarine soldiers were busy grabbing anything nearby that could stabilize their bodies. The torpedo head Dunitz, who was busy wiping sweat, accidentally fell to the ground, and his arms were torn a long hole by the raised pipe rivets.

The casualties occurred before the battle even began, which was not a good sign. Just as the sailors were suspicious, Captain Vedigan stood up.

"What a panic!" Weidigan took over the observer's position, squinted his eyes and looked at the sea. What caught his eye was the burning ocean.

I saw a small destroyer with the rice flag lying across a sea of ​​fire. A crack of more than ten meters long was torn on its port side, and the sea water rushed into the cabin. The detonated gunpowder depot and leaked engine oil were covered with black smoke soaring into the sky. The black smoke could be seen vaguely in the rolling black smoke.

The three nearby British ships tried to save their friends, surrounded the injured warships and sent out lifeboats. In order to prevent German submarines from approaching, the British's machine guns shot desperately at places they thought were dangerous to hide their fears.

In less than a minute, the small destroyer was buried in the sea, and the remaining three destroyers slowed down their speeds in order to rescue the sailors who fell into the water. This was undoubtedly a blessing for God for the submarines with super slow speeds underwater. The British rescue actions from a humanitarian perspective are gentlemen, but in terms of war, this is undoubtedly a fool.

In the blink of an eye, another destroyer was hit. The poor destroyer performed a death dance for the German sailors: its hull trembled at first, then retreated a few feet away and bounced on the sea, and finally ended with a ball of flames bursting from the hull. A destroyer of hundreds of tons was easily blown into two pieces, and plunged into the sea while the sailors made survival actions.

Weidigan's solemn expression finally turned into relaxed joy. The iron hand holding the handrail of the periscope gradually relaxed, and turned around and excitedly said: "Gentlemen, I have to tell you that we have sunk two British ships!"

The submarine soldiers on the u-9 were stunned for a moment, and then they recalled it. The simple sailors instantly forgot the harsh sound of diesel engines, the humid and stuffy air, the uncirculating space and the complaints planted in their hearts on countless training days. They cheered and sang the German Navy's military songs. They realized that the seemingly weak German Navy may not have the strength to fight against the awesome and arrogant Royal Navy!

The British were obviously frightened by the elusive German submarine. The remaining two destroyers were ready to escape at full speed, but the panicked British happened to crash into the crosshair of U-9.

"Guys, you're doing a pretty job! It's our turn below!" Vedigan seized the opportunity and ordered: "Torpedo cabin, first one and two, launch!"

The torpedo chief, who was undergoing bandage treatment, struggled unwillingly on the floor, and was immediately pulled back by the medical staff. So he looked at the proud torpedo chief, who pressed the brake button for him with grief and anger.

The medical soldier responsible for bandaging the bleeding-stop cotton and gauze couldn't help but stiffen his hands. Denitz sat on the messy and crowded floor, holding his breath and calming his mind and silently waiting for the brilliant explosion in seconds. He was so focused that he didn't even notice that his unbanded arm would ooze bleeding again.

Almost pale and waited, Dunitz just heard the loud noise. It was a heart-wrenching sound of heavy hammers hitting the steel plate. The sound echoed repeatedly in the small cabin, like a sound of nature that could not be moved around the beam.

****

"Commander, don't you think this operation is a bit risky? The mission given to us is to monitor the British Fleet and Harrich Fleet, ensure the safety of the Helgolan Bay, and prevent the Royal Navy from sneak attacks. They did not let us take the initiative to attack and provoke the door, causing trouble in the British 100 nautical mile defense circle!"

Captain Lauren was restless at the door of the combat room of the Helgolan Bay Defense Circle Command, and his deep sunken eyes stared at the direction where Dogel Sands were located.

On August 4, when news of Britain's declaration of war on Germany came, the Ocean Fleet suddenly became silent. General Mueller, the Minister of the Navy Cabinet, insisted that the British would remain neutral, was as if he had lost his parents, and Wang Heidi, who foresaw this scene, was not much better. The defeated ending recorded in black and white in history books and the "Versailles Contract" were like a heavy stone, which made him feel a little breathless. Wang Heidi did not expect that he would not wear underwear and spider suits to save the world, but years of advice could not bring a slight deviation in history, which made the otaku a little discouraged.

To be honest, in front of the large fleet that has passed through the soul of a great power, no naval in the world does not feel fear. Spain, the former maritime overlord, fell, and the Dutch, known as the sea coachman, was defeated, and the French who had fought against Britain for more than a hundred years, was sadly injured. The Russian Navy was directly killed by the thugs trained by Britain. To this day, even the most arrogant German nationalists dare not to be determined to guarantee the victory of the Ocean Fleet. Compared with John Bull who had been circulating in the seven seas for hundreds of years, the young Ocean Fleet was undoubtedly immature. Although the fledgling German sailors had weapons that could destroy the country, they were flowing with steel and never gave up, they were never afraid of war, but in front of the famous Royal Navy, they still had a short period of confusion when they were inexperienced.

"If those three submarines don't come back, we will become national sinners..." Captain Lauren chattered like an elderly menopause woman.

"Captain Lauren, what the Ocean Fleet needs most now is not conservatism and zero casualties, but victory and glory!" The navy genius turned his head and frowned. "The Navy hopes to use time to restore the low morale of the Ocean Fleet, but he does not know that victory is the king!"

"Commander, our submarine is back. Not only are they unscathed, but they also brought a lot of by-products back!" Lieutenant Hiller rushed into the headquarters excitedly, and his loud voice could still be clearly distinguished even though it was separated by the walls of the door.

"Col., you won..." Captain Lauren covered his fiercely beating heart and secretly laughed for a long time before he remembered to congratulate the commander.

"No, Germany won!"

The otaku smiled and inserted one of the two darts in his hand into the chart to mark Harrich Harrich Port of the Harrich Fleet, and the other into Portland Bay where the Strait Fleet is located. The otaku's eyes fell on the gap of more than a hundred miles between the Orkney Islands and the Shetland Islands.

"Hehe, Oden, you won't let me wait for a long time..."

****

"Three D-type ships were sunk, one was seriously injured, with 623 casualties and 45 captured. I didn't expect that the Royal Navy's hundreds of years of honor would be ruined by me!"

Sir Reginald York Tillet, commander of the Harric Fleet, sat down depressedly on the sofa. His gloomy face was facing the half-open blinds. The light shone on his face, and the branches and leaves outside the window were scattered and darkened.

"Heidi-Silem, Helgolan Bay Defense Circle, this revenge will not be a human being!"

****

"Sir Tyrit is a shame to the navy. Three ships sank one of them severely. How many years have the navy not suffered such a crushing defeat?!" Colonel Lampard, deputy commander of the British First Battlecruiser Squadron, was full of indignation.

"Lampard, you should be glad that if Heidi Silem had a complete fleet, the Harric fleet would probably no longer exist!" David Betty held the coffee in his hand and made a sophistry with a smile.

"Silem does have this ability, but he is not impeccable!" Lampard felt that the German naval genius Heidi Silem was far less terrifying than David Betty imagined. He retorted without hesitation: "Not to mention the hatred of German Navy Minister Tirpitz for him, his straight temper is the biggest obstacle to his promotion. If Silem cannot reach a certain height, even if he is a talented person, he can only change the situation on the local battlefield. Victory will belong to the Royal Navy!"

"No, Lampard, you don't know Sileme. He is a gambler who dares to take risks. No one can take away the stage he deserves, even the emperor of Germany!" David Betty pushed open the windowsill of the office and looked at the direction where Germany was and whispered: "Look, one day Sileme will become the hero of the Germans. This is his fate and mine!"
Chapter completed!