"After further anxious reflection, I have come to a regretful conclusion: I cannot continue to work with you. For the sake of national interests, there is no need to go to the bottom of it. I do not agree to the rash plan of the Helgolan Bay raid, but I cannot stop it. This is not only unpleasant to me, but it is not fair to you. I will set off for Scotland immediately so that people will not ask this or that."

——Excerpt from Fisher's resignation report

Marshal Fisher has a high prestige in the British Admiralty, and many front-line commanders, middle-level officials and technical officials are surrounded by him. Based on his distrust of Churchill's command ability, on the eve of World War I, the young and strong faction of the British Admiralty asked Marshal Fisher to return to the Admiral.

Fisher's existence was a huge threat to the Minister of Navy Churchill. Under pressure, Churchill pretended to re-enable Fisher, who was idle at home. However, Churchill would never give up his supreme authority as the Minister of Navy. As a civil servant, he used his power to constantly exclude and underestimate Fisher, and counterattacked decisively, sharply and concealedly. Churchill concluded that Fisher, who had a strong personality, would not be in vain with him, and it would be a matter of time before he angrily resigned.

As expected, in the early morning of August 23, just as the British raid fleet was rushing towards Helgoland Bay, the British Navy and three other maritime ministers received a letter of resignation from the First Maritime Minister Marshal Fisher.

The Battle of Helgolan Bay was undoubtedly the catalyst for the conflict between Churchill and Fisher. Churchill stubbornly launched the battle from the perspective of a politician. Fisher was still a professional soldier at heart, and he would never allow the Royal Navy to take risks. After a fierce dispute, Marshal Fisher, who was alone in the Navy's top leaders, resigned in disgrace.

The news of Fisher's resignation caught the British Navy off guard. The news of the disastrous defeat in Helgoland Bay was sent back to the Navy headquarters, which made it even worse for the British Navy, which was in turmoil and unstable. At this time, Winston Churchill, who had been eager to try for a long time, stood up bravely. He immediately announced that the chaos in the fog had won a brilliant victory at a heavy price, defeating the arrogance of the German Navy, and sent the Minister of Maritime Affairs Arthur Wilson, who had always had a rift with Fisher, to persuade Fisher to change his mind.

The result of Arthur Wilson's persuasion is conceivable. On August 23, John Abbasnot Fisher, a veteran who had saved the Royal Navy with his own strength and led the Mizi Flagship to a glory again, finally ending his decades of brilliant and wonderful career.

The cars galloped in the highlands of northern Scotland, with potholes of country roads, countless windmills and churches, endless grasslands and hills, as well as piles of sheep and long Scottish bagpipes flashed through the windows.

On the fourth day after Fisher resigned, David Betty, who was writing the battle report of the Battle of the Helgoland Bay on the Scarpa Bay Lion in Orkney Islands, suddenly received a telegram signed by Fisher. As a main force of Churchill, he had to jump into a military sedan heading deep into the Scottish Highlands. Before lunch, Lieutenant General David Betty, who was dusty and haggard, finally appeared outside a small villa near the Spee River in northern Scotland.

Fisher looked energetic after resigning. He was wearing simple farmer's clothes, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and sat leisurely and comfortably on the rocks beside a stream at the source of the Spee River to fish.

"Marson!" David Betty, who had crawled out of the jeep, took care of his military appearance and raised his hand to salute.

"Haha, Betty, I've resigned, don't be so reserved." Fisher put out the cigarette butts and pointed at the empty fish basket and smiled awkwardly: "I originally wanted to invite you to a fish banquet, but unfortunately I'm not good at learning..."

"Marson, let me do it." David Betty was a little itchy. He took off his white gloves and took the fishing rod from Fisher's hand, looked around and found a cool place to get the rod down. After a while, a small fish bit the hook.

"I didn't expect David Betty, known as the No. 1 strong general of the Royal Navy, is also a fishing expert. I thought this thing was just the patent of us old guys." Marshal Fisher, who was a little fat, put the lively fish into the fish basket and joked.

"This is a hobby that I developed when I was free in 1894." David Betty found a comfortable position to sit down, held the fishing rod in his hand, and repeatedly pondered Marshal Fisher's intention to chat with him from afar. He was not idle either, and he explained sadly: "I haven't touched the fishing rod for many years, but I didn't expect the technology to be there."

"The Campedon Incident?" Fisher people were sophisticated that they easily changed the unpleasant topic: "1894 was really lively. If I remember well, that year you were waiting for the restoration of the Campedon Iron Craft in the shipyard that year, and the captain of the Victoria, Jelico, also got rid of the accusations against him by the military court. The German strategic two masters and the three musketeers of the Kilsea School joined the German Navy that year."

David Betty smiled awkwardly. In the 1893 Campedon incident, the flagship Victoria of the Mediterranean Fleet sank. Including the commander of the Mediterranean Fleet, General Tryan, and 357 officers and soldiers, David Betty still feels that it is a terrible nightmare.

"Betty, how capable do you think of my old opponent, German Navy Secretary Alfred von Tirpitz?" Fisher squinted his eyes and seemed to be unintentional in the exam.

"Although we lack strategic vision, we can build the poor and white German Navy into the world's second-ranked ocean fleet. His actions deserve our respect." David Betty became alert and grabbed the fishing rod and said without any loss of water.

"Yes..." Fisher raised his head slightly and stared at the blue sky, trying to hide the endless loneliness in front of the young man's eyes. After savoring the bitterness of the hero's end, Fisher actually felt a sense of mutual appreciation for his old enemy on the other side of the North Sea. He sighed: "It's a pity that Tirpitz has also resigned."

Tirpitz resigned? The old guy who was paranoid and irritable and refused to give in. For his own selfish desires, he would not hesitate to refrigerate his good friend Silem for more than ten years. He actually resigned? This horrifying news popped out of Marshal Fisher's mouth, and David Betty, who was suspicious, had a numb scalp and suddenly felt that the world was a bit ridiculous.

"Although even the top leaders of the German Navy were not aware of this, the authenticity of the facts cannot be argued. Just the day before yesterday, Tirpitz sent a private telegram to inform me..."

Marshal Fisher's supplements shattered David Betty's fantasy. In August 1914, Fisher's resignation was before, and Tirpitz's divine retreat later. The ocean fleet in the post-Tirpitz era was out of Tirpitz's suppression. How far could it go under the leadership of the young German naval faction led by Franz von Hippel and Heidi Sileme? Will the German navy adopt asymmetric combat methods to deal with Britain? Will the ocean fleet change its past twilight and prudence and become enterprising?

As the front-line commander of the Great Fleet, David Betty couldn't sit still. He had a premonition that the quiet North Sea would undergo earth-shaking changes, and he had to make corresponding plans as soon as possible!

"General, is your purpose for me?" David Betty was a little anxious. He positioned himself as a professional soldier rather than a lie politician. David Betty could not learn this trick of being paralyzed and black-bellied. He took a deep breath and went straight to the marshal without hesitation.

Marshal Fisher was silent for a moment, lowered his head to see the gurgling water of the Spee River, and hesitated: "David Betty, can I entrust the future of the Navy to you?"

"What?" The fishing rod in David Betty's hand trembled slightly. The little fish that had just bitten the hook ran away alertly, leaving only a look of surprise on his face.

"To be honest, I fought Tirpitz for half my life, but in the end I lost to him." Marshal Fisher frowned and said unwillingly: "I really envy that old guy. His Ocean Fleet has both the first-class naval tactical commander Hippel and the strategic genius Silme, who is rare in a century, but the Great Fleet has only one David Betty!"

"Marson, you can trust General John Jelico!" Jelico is the main member of the "Fisher Gang". David Betty was not sure about Fisher's intentions, so he had to compliment indifferently.

"Even you know that John Jelico is just a successful general. He can't get rid of the military-informed Navy ministers who don't understand military, and his long-range blockade cannot cope with the complex and changing situation in the post-Tirpitz era." Marshal Fisher's somewhat bleak gaze became sharp with his rising tone. He stared at David Betty's slightly nervous face and said hurriedly: "And you are different. People all say that you are a brave and unscrupulous general, and only suitable to be a general who rushed forward, but I know that your limit is not this. Your strategy is no worse than Heidi Sileme. In the post-Tirpitz era, you, who are both civil and military, will be an indispensable soul figure in the large fleet. All you lack is an opportunity, a stage larger than the first battle cruiser squadron, and I can give you all these."

Marshal Fisher paused in a hurry and asked loudly: "David Betty, can I entrust the future of the Navy to you?"

"But I am Churchill's man!" David Betty's young and excited heart was panicked, and he replied in a daze.

"Child, you are wrong. You are David Betty of the Royal Navy, David Betty of the British Empire, not David Betty of Winston Churchill." The seventy-four-year-old veteran shook his head and revealed the blocks and disks he had accumulated in his heart: "I know my old opponent, and Tirpitts will never give up the career he started with, unless he has found a successor and arranged everything for that lucky person. Betty, I have a premonition that the person will not be Reinhard von Schell, nor Franz von Hippel, but Heidi Sileme."

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After the cruel bloody battle, the sweetness of love is always a bit unacceptable. However, Navy Captain Otto Vedigan, or the Vedigan family from Rafenserberg Land, liked unexpectedly. On August 27, on the fourth day after the Battle of Helgoland Bay, Otto Vedigan, the captain of the submarine No. 9, held a wedding at William Cathedral in Wilhelmshaven.

The Weidigen family has produced many great figures, including Protestant religious scholars, scientists, writers and merchants. The reputation is so tiring that the Weidigen family has connections in all walks of life, the Navy colleagues of the Weidigen people, and the emperor who came to hear the news, the senior naval executives and reporters from various fields gathered in William Cathedral. The wedding held by Weidigen and his childhood sweetheart Linda as scheduled was destined to cause a sensation in Germany.

It is still a cliché plot, where lovers stand in front of the priest and the cross and promise to exchange rings, vowing to protect each other for life. The otaku has reason to sincerely bless the love of his subordinates Vedigan and Linda, and also has a full excuse to laugh and scold the solemn scene.

In the midsummer of 1902, the wedding of Catherine, the daughter of the great merchant of Kiel, and Victor, the son of the powerful congressman of Shihezhou, caused a sensation in the city. In the cold winter of 1902, the wedding of Wang Heidi and Anne, the youngest daughter of the Shrekt family, ended in a poor chapel in the lower district of Kiel. They met or did not know each other, fell in love or did not fall in love. That year, the four young people did not care about their religious beliefs and realized that they were wrong love for the rest of their lives without leaving the entire journey. The most pure love, haha, the love between tall, rich, handsome, short, poor and ugly!

The priest announced that Vedigan and Linda were married, and the champagne was turned on. The band played cheerful music. Cheers and blessings were lingering in the cathedral, but Wang Heidi became dizzy and always felt that this happiness turned into pressure.

The flowers thrown out by the newcomer, with the favored by the God of Love, accidentally drilled into Lieutenant Lauren's hand, Wang Heidi's despicable subordinate became shy and stuffed the flowers straight into Wang Heidi's hand like a hot potato. The otaku could only be generous and raised the wedding ring in his hand with a wry smile.

In fact, Wang Heidi is not a person who is ignorant of the charm. This is what Catherine said.

"Are you okay?" The newcomer pouted and took away the flowers and decided to throw them again. Catherine hesitated for a moment, but finally came over, asked in a low voice, and then answered for Wang Heidi: "Hi, this question is really boring. You are doing well, and the newspaper is full of news. Congratulations, Deputy Commander of the First Reconnaissance Fleet, Major General Heidi Sileme!"

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[Today's condition is not good. The 3,800 words start at 8 o'clock in the morning, and then push it to start over, continue, push it to start over, and finally grit your teeth and just do it. Facts have proved that the outline is the outline, and actual creation is the actual creation, and ideal state is always difficult to achieve.

Recommend a book, "The Revelation of the Stock God" by Yu Ye of Tang Ren, a financial business war novel, is very professional, and has a great shadow of the era under his writing style!]

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