"At 7:32, we were surrounded by the British, and G-193 died in the battle, and Captain Lieutenant Frank Bailey sank with the ship! G-192 suffered heavy damage, G-194 and G-195 were slightly injured, and the Cologne injured an old British light patrol ship, and our ship was shot! Please support!"

"At 7:36, g-192 was completely burned down, and only 12 crew members were rescued. The superstructure of g-195 was completely destroyed and had lost its combat effectiveness. Our ship was hit by torpedo impact, the No. 1 boiler was damaged, and the speed was reduced by half and unable to break through. Please support!"

"At 7:39, the g-195 died in the battle, and the losses could not be counted. Our ship had completely lost its power, and all the officers and soldiers decided to live and die with the Cologne. Long live the navy! Long live Germany!"

The sea fog over the bay covered the sky and the visibility was no more than 4 kilometers. The lookout whistle nervously held the Zeiss telescope to observe the ocean, but was embarrassed to find that the lenses were pale.

Major Mikron sent one telegram after another. Although Wang Heidi was unable to visit the scene in person, the tragic naval battle in the fog can be seen from the cramped telegrams. The otaku was extremely anxious, but he could not show it in front of his hands. He had to keep urging the rescue fleet of Hewan Defense Command, composed of three light cruisers, eight destroyers and four lightning strike ships, to accelerate on the northwest ocean of Helgolan Bay with the rumbling sound of cannons.

After receiving the farewell telegram at 7:39, the roaring telegraph machine in the forecastle stopped abruptly. The telegrapher, who was still panting just now, suddenly got nothing. He knocked on the machine, rather believe that something was wrong with the machine.

The violent gunfire sounds in the northwest direction seemed to weaken, and a suffocating dullness spread out from the Mainz commander tower. From commander Wang Heidi to the navigators who were driving the ship looked at each other and remained silent. Everyone knew what the interruption of the telegram meant, but no one dared and did not have the heart to think about that aspect.

Wang Heidi raised her head with some concern and glanced at the fog outside the forecastle commander's tower. A layer of water mist suddenly hung up when she narrowed her eyes. Perhaps later war history only listed some cold data on the naval battle in the fog, pointing out how much damage the two sides had and how much impact it had on the naval situation between Germany and Britain. But for the soldiers who participated in the naval battle, every ship lost by Germany and Germany meant that hundreds of robes were sacrificed to the country, and countless families were about to spread the death.

"The lookout report found that the British fleet, the Cologne and the G-194 were still fighting!"

In the telescope of the observation post, I saw the Cologne light cruiser rolling in smoke, and the devastated hull had fallen to the right for more than 40 degrees. But even so, the steel superstructure twisted into a twisted shape by the explosion still burst out from time to time. Although g-194 was beaten by a group of British destroyers, it stood stubbornly on the Bay of Helgolan and would never sink!

"Keep the course and drill through the British fleet!" Cheers came from the Mainz light patrol commander's tower. Wang Heidi regained her spirits and stood in the commander's tower with her arms folded on her chest, saying cruelly.

At 7:55, a rescue fleet composed of four cruisers separated the Explorer Light Cruiser and the 1st Destroyer Detachment, which was in the blocking mission, and sunk a British destroyer. The German column formation separated two lightning strike ships, S-165 and S-166, and they moved towards the devastated cruiser Cologne and G-194 destroyer.

"The fleet turns, left rudder 15!" Wang Heidi held up the telescope ship and swept aimlessly towards the vast sea, and gave a strange order confidently.

The communications soldiers immediately turned around and ran out. After a while, the signal flag of "follow the flagship and turn" was hung on the mast of the Mainz cruiser. Under the leadership of Mainz, the rescue fleet began to turn left, and 13 warships rolled up a layer of white vortex on the surface of the Gulf of Helgolan, and the column formation quickly became a horizontal formation.

"Col. Why didn't you seize the 't' formation earlier..." The captain of Mainz complained tactfully: "If the formation was changed earlier, the British would have lost more than one destroyer..."

Seizing the "t" head and occupying the fan surface of the horizontal formation is the mainstream combat method in the era of large ships and giant cannons. Because seizing the "t" formation, the horizontal formation can concentrate more artillery to attack the opponent, and the column side has always been unable to enter the battle due to the hull design, so it suffers from the number of artillery. Nelson in the Battle of Trafalgar and Hirahachiro Togo in the Battle of Ma, Japan and Russia in the Battle of Ma both used the tactic of seizing the horizontal formation of T to win.

Of course, the T-shaped horizontal tactic is not the whole of naval battle. In the Battle of Lissa in 1863, the Austrians won by chance by using chaos and column formations, but their victory was almost impossible to replicate: in the era of large ships and giant cannons, battles always broke out several nautical miles away, and close combat and chaos mean greater damage.

"First, the Cologne and the G-194 are still fighting, we have to save them. Second, what is in front of us is not the full strength of the British. I have a premonition that the main force of the British fleet is ambushing nearby. Third, counting the time, General Leibrecht-Maas's second reconnaissance fleet should be about to arrive at the battlefield!" The otaku put down his telescope and gritted his teeth: "Reginard Tiritte, I have to leave you here today!"

At 8:11, behind Heidi Sileme rescue fleet, a first wave of reinforcement fleet, which was more luxurious than the otaku Heidi expected, was rushing forward. It not only had three cruisers, Rostock, Colburgs, and Tralsund, led by Major General Leibrecht-Ma, led by Major General Leibrecht-Ma, but also the third wave of reinforcement fleet Ariadne, Studdin, Strasbourg, Danze, Stuttgart and Munich, the first wave of reinforcement fleet led by General Franz von Hippel, Seidlitz, von der Tann, Moltchy battle patrol, and the second wave of reinforcement fleet composed of large armored ships of the Blüchel, also had just sailed out of Jed Bay.

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"Commander, a German reinforcement fleet joined the battle group. They defeated Colonel Jones' interceptor fleet and sank the destroyer Spartan King." The intelligence officer hurriedly sent a telegram. Brigadier General Tyrit, who was so handsome that he sent a feathered fan and furnished scarf, just glanced at it briefly, and waved his hand to let the intelligence officer leave after signing his name.

"Three light cruisers, 8 destroyers, 4 lightning strike ships, and the flag of the Heidao Defense Command..." Brigadier General Reginald Tirit, commander of the Harrich fleet, stood on the light cruiser of the Sinlin, holding the telegram in his hand and smiling contemptuously: "Heidi Silem, German naval genius, it seems that you have tried your best, but the good show has just begun..."

"Order, the main force of the raid fleet will attack!" Brigadier General Tyrit's old friend William Goodno understood and ordered loudly.

At 8:25, the main force of the raid fleet consisting of eight light cruisers, Sinlin, Southampton, Lowstoft, Nottingham, Dublin, Melbourne, Sydney and Yamers, was dispatched to crush the Hewan Defense Command fleet, which had just joined the battle.

On the eve of the outbreak of World War I, Brigadier General Reginald Tillet became the commander of a fleet stationed in Harriche Port in southern England. His fleet will be responsible for protecting the security of the western coastline of Britain during the war and escorting British fishermen and merchant ships. Therefore, the people and newspapers affectionately called his fleet the Harriche Fleet.

Tyrit accepted this glorious and great title with a smile. He was determined to lead his fleet to achieve enough glorious records, so that the Harric fleet deserves the expectations of the British people and newspapers. However, the bloody facts and a young junior named Heidi Sileme slapped him hard. The small-scale submarine battle broke out in the Dogers on August 6, 1914. The Harric fleet sank three times and one serious injury, and the Germans were only accidentally injured.

One person (Karl-Donitz), this huge loss ratio made Reginald-Tirrit instantly a laughing stock in the British naval world, and was nailed to the pillar of shame of the century-old Royal Navy, so that British newspapers mercilessly turned his Harric Fleet into the Ferrier Fleet (a homophonic to English failure). Although the Strait Fleet's more clumsy performance shared a lot of infamy for him, once the seeds of hatred were planted, it would be an ending that would last forever.

The main force of the British raid fleet, ambushing the northwest of the combat area, began to move towards the battlefield. At this time, both their commanders and ordinary sailors on the ships were confident and proud. It seemed that the glorious victory of the Royal Navy was right in front of us. The unjust injustice suffered by the Harric fleet can be cleaned today. The Helgolan Bay under the thick fog is the best cemetery for the German Navy and his enemy Heidi Sileme!

At 8:47, when the British raid fleet rushed to the battlefield, Tyrit was embarrassed to find that the German reinforcement fleet was far more than the three cruisers in the telegram, but his twelve cruisers. The German fleet had completed the steering action, and the British raid fleet coming from the northwest happened to have become a column in the "t" formation.

"Turn, turn urgently!" Brigadier General Tyrit was panicked. He couldn't remember the bold words and the grievances and entanglements. He was upset and made many tricks. He just wanted to turn the fleet into a horizontal line, so that both sides of the battle stood on the same starting line.

Tyrit's flagship Lin Xian was a new ship that had just been in service not long ago. The sailors on the ship were immature in both artillery and navigation training. It was not until the Xianlin had just completed the steering movement that the signal flag of "follow the flagship, turn all" was rushing up. So the British fleet was in chaos, and the Xianlin completed the steering first and luckily avoided the first wave of artillery attacks of Heidi Silem's support fleet. The Southampton, who was following the Xianlin, saw the signal flag on the flagship. At this time, the time for turning was inappropriate, which was a dead end.

The captain of the Southampton repeatedly confirmed the signal flag and ordered a forced turn, but the third ship, Lowestoft, failed to notice the flagship steering order and the abnormality of the Southampton. Unpredictable, collided with the Southampton cruiser that was turning. The fourth ship, Nottingham, took an emergency avoidance action, and passed by the accident ship at a deep angle. Nottingham's emergency avoidance was indeed wonderful, but it also declared that the British raid fleet's final efforts to regain the initiative had failed, and what awaited them would be a cruel fate!

A huge roar came from behind. The sound was not like the buzzing sound of a shell piercing through the sky, nor like the rumbling sound of a shell hitting the target, but the harsh friction of two pieces of steel entangled together. Brigadier Tyrit was a little puzzled. He turned around swayingly and immediately saw the scene of a collision between friendly ships.

Brigadier General Tyrit felt his head slamming, as if it had exploded, and blood seemed to be flowing back, and his eyes were pitch black.

"Notify David Betty to retreat, this is a trap!" Tyrit opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't help but spew a mouthful of blood mist out. The shouts in his heart roamed in his throat for several times, and even a syllable could not be emitted.

"Oh my God, Tyrit, you are coughing up blood! Stop talking, let the medical staff show you!" Although William Goodnow was very concerned about the physical condition of his old friend, saving this raid fleet that was about to be swallowed by the Germans was obviously more important than saving people. He recruited medical staff and asked them to send Tyrit back to the commander's cabin and took over the commander. Countless commands blurted out: "Order, Southampton and Lowestoft reported damage to the situation; each ship retreated at the right time, and Sydney and Yarms served as defenders; notify David Betty's battle cruiser to come and reinforce..."

"Harrices' fleet is over..." After listening to the instructions of Brigadier General William Goodnow, Brigadier Tyrit, who was lying on a stretcher, heard the instructions of Brigadier William Goodnow, he let out a sad whimper deep in his throat and immediately fainted.

[Today I'm making a story, two updates are at least 7,000 words, this is the first update, one update at 7:30 pm, the settings are automatically updated, and I'm also asking for recommendations and collections. Although I signed a sign, the results are too bad, and there is no collection of 300. The new book period has not yet reached 1,000. I'm reluctant to tell my classmate that I'm writing a novel, for fear of being embarrassed...]

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