[I am back and browsed the chapters that have been uploaded in a hurry. There are many loopholes and errors, indicating that I cannot write a book in a hurry. If I am anxious, I will definitely get into trouble...]

On November 1, 1914, the old Berlerofon and St. Vincent class battleships and the Invincible Battleships, Neptune, Giant and Orion, the latest British King George V and Iron Duke class battleships, the tireless battleships with bumpy construction process and the powerful Lion class battleships, the large fleet all gathered in Swile Bay on the North Shore of Ireland.

Since the war started, the British Empire's Navy Department, which has been showing its nostrils to the sky for hundreds of years, has been defeated and the Navy Department is in a state of turmoil.

In the Pacific, Earl Spey's fake shot caused the nervous British Empire to mobilize troops to defend themselves in East Asia, but the news from South America slapped the British Navy in the face. The British Navy General Staff was determined to save face and intend to encircle Spey's East Asian fleet, but the Royal Navy, which claimed to exist around the world, was embarrassed to find that they had almost no troops to send.

In the Indian Ocean, the German Konisberg light patrol escaped under the surveillance of three British cruisers day and night, and sank the Pegasus reconnaissance cruiser; the Emden light patrol was surrounded by more than 30 concessions and blocked the front and back attacks, and still started a large-scale killing to disrupt the Indian Ocean. In order to block the long mouths of the British people who protested outside the Navy headquarters building all day long, the British Navy had to drain all the troops of the Allied Power in the Far East and Africa, trying to strangle the "Swans of the East" and Konisberg hiding deep in Lake Tanganiga.

In the Mediterranean, due to the existence of the Goben battle patrol, the two invincible class battle patrols of the Mediterranean squadron led by Admiral Berkeley-Mirne were firmly held in the Aegean Sea. As the Turks' hatred for the British Empire became increasingly fermented and strengthened, the Royal Navy had to bite the bullet and increase troops to the Mediterranean fleet. The legendary seven-turret holy relics, the former Turkish Sultan Ottoman I, and the current battleship Agincourt appeared in Alexandria, Egypt in September.

In the North Sea, the situation was even more eroded. During the time when Heidi Silem was appointed as the head of the Hewan Defensive Circle Command, the German Navy used pieces to slim the tiger beards of the Royal Navy, and in the Battle of Helgolan Bay on August 23, he made many tricks to tear the tiger skins on the British Empire mercilessly. On August 25, the German Emperor banned his ocean fleet. The young and energetic Heidi Silem was suppressed and lost his real power. The British Navy was happy.

The victory was won. Just as they negotiated behind closed doors to formulate a huge revenge plan, the German Navy exerted the concept of "asymmetric combat" proposed by Heidi Sileme as early as 1897. For a time, submarine ambush, lightning strike ship torpedo wars and mine wars emerged one after another. The barely rebuilt Harrich fleet was startled three times a day. The Strait fleet simply blocked most of the English Channel with countless mines, and the remaining entry and exit passages were also sent to guard them.

The large fleet with strong troops was not much better. Out of fear of unfamiliar submarine warfare, the Orkney Islands Patrol Fleet falsely reported the discovery of German submarines on October 17. The commander of the Grand Fleet Jelico really hated those German submarines that were like maggots, and asked the Admiralty to install submarine defense facilities in Scapa Bay consisting of guard ships, trawlers, patrol boats, minesweepers, destroyers with tractor devices, sea aircraft and underwater anti-submarine nets. After discussion by the Navy Committee, the Admiralty decided to build a complete anti-submarine net in Scapa Bay, and authorized the Grand Fleet to retreat to the Northern Ireland coast on October 24 for several days and conduct artillery exercises.

At 9:00 am on November 1, Swalley Bay was sunny and the waves swayed gently on the battleship Bold.

The Daring battleship is the third battleship of King George V class of the British King, with a full load displacement of 25,700 tons, the main engine outputs 27,000 axle horsepower, a maximum speed of 21 knots, 10 double-equipped 13.5-inch/45-diameter main gun, 16-seat single-equipped 4-inch/50-diameter secondary gun, 3 21-inch torpedo, the side armor belt is 12 inches, and the front turret armor is also 11 inches, making it one of the most powerful super-dreadnoughts at that time.

With the signal flag hanging by the flagship Iron Duke, the heavy anchor of the Dark battleship, which belongs to the first team of the second battleship squadron, was pulled out of the mud on the seabed by hinges. Accompanied by the slightly drunk sea breeze and roaring whistle, the Dark battleship followed the main force of the large fleet toward the sea outside Swalley Bay.

Private Capello was the gunner of a 4-inch gun in the Battleship of the Bold. He stood near the port side of the Battleship of the Bold. Looking at the big ships and giant cannons with the rice flag near the Bold, a heroic mood arose.

"The strength of the large fleet is far greater than that of the ocean fleet. Why don't we go to the Germans' doorstep to encircle and annihilate the ocean fleet, but instead are driven to the desolate Swiley Bay by those German iron coffin submarines?"

The young gunner complained, and in his opinion, the large fleet should continue the glorious tradition of offensive supremacy and attack, and defeat the German ocean fleet in an elegant manner, like the medieval European knights, instead of being suppressed by a young German officer named Heidi Sileme and some light cruisers, lightning strikers and submarines with a full load displacement of no more than 5,000 tons.

"The French can no longer support them. They urgently need the British to transport supplies and soldiers. Most of the light ships in the Navy were transferred to the Strait Fleet and the English Channel to participate in escort. The rebuilt Harrich fleet was unable to bear the drive. The fleets in the Far East, Mediterranean and South America were dragged down by the German overseas attack ships. Now, we do not have enough strength to deal with the small, fast and spiritual light ships in Germany. It is not appropriate to let the expensive big fleet fight the rabbits, and it is not appropriate to win. If we accidentally hit a torpedo or a mine, we will become eternal sinners..." The 4-inch gun gun captain came to the young gunner and comforted in a low voice.

The cannon leader's explanation was convincing, but the careless Capello did not hear the almost inaudible murmur of the cannon leader who turned his back.

"But is it safe to hide in Swiley Bay..."

As if to verify the gunship's doubts, a dull sound came from the underwater part of the Dark Battleship, which was moving quickly. The huge ship trembled slightly, as if the boxer was raising his punches. After a second, the boxer's heavy punch was swung again, and the sharp and harsh explosion sound pierced the sea water, pounding Capello's eardrum, making him deaf instantly. The deck of the Dark Battleship shook violently, and the 20,000-ton hull jumped up one meter with a left-leaning angle. Even the green algae seashells attached to the ship's body under the water level line and the explosion opening ten meters wide on the starboard side were clearly visible. A few seconds later, the Dark Battleship hit the sea violently again, splashing the water column soaring into the sky, rolling the cannon leader, Capello, lifeboat and everything on the deck under the unfathomable ocean.

"Betty, it's not good. The Bold is touching the thunder!" Lampard hurriedly rushed into the Lion Battle Patrol Commander's Tower, and said in panic.

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The deafening sound of cannons gradually stopped, dizzy, and the shaking earth returned to tranquility.

At noon on November 1, 1914, a highland on a highway in the 800-kilometer defense line of the French Province of Marne, which had been repeatedly hit and tempered by Krupp's heavy artillery, finally gained a moment of breathing. The German artillery extended to the rear, and the choking smoke and flying dust gradually dissipated. The French position, which was razed to the ground, suddenly fell into the strange tranquility before the close contact.

"Don't let the fucking cat in the anti-cannon hole!" The second-level corporal Boonido picked up the old Glass rifle, and used his vulgar Toulon dialect and sharp fists to kick a new recruit who was huddled in the anti-cannon hole and kicked out the anti-cannon hole: "Damn it, let me go back to my position, and the German devils should rush up!"

Although he could not hear what Boonido was saying, the vicious second-level corporal expression and movements were rich enough. The nineteen-year-old French Private Dikas rubbed his deaf ears in pain, crawled up in a daze, touched his old antique Glas rifle in the darkness, and ran towards the trench with his teeth.

This is a key highway near the coastline in northern France. According to the French Ministry of Defense's plan, it will be a safe rear, with only a small number of troops guarding it. However, the war situation changed rapidly, and before the war, it was fierce, and it claimed to advance north to recover Alsace-Lorraine. The French army occupied the Ruhr area of ​​the Rhine River quickly tasted the terror that their ancestors had. The German army was not a false reputation. They easily captured the French border fortress group. This coastal highway quickly became the lifeline for the British and French troops to guard the Marne River. So the reserve force where Cadiz was located was urgently reinforced by the Ministry of Defense. After the Battle of the Marne River, the main force of the German army began to move near the coastline. After a series of short fire exchanges, the British and French coalition forces were defeated, and this highway naturally became a frontier position.

World War I was the most tragic war in human history. Only three months after the war began, the elite troops deployed by France on the northern border disappeared. The number of casualties in British reinforcements was enough to dwarf the Boers war that exhausted the blood of the British army. The battle continued to this day, and the definitions between regular troops and reserves, front-line troops and reinforcements, veterans and recruits, French troops, British troops or the remaining Belgian troops were blurred. The reserve was instantly promoted to regular troops.

, and then wrapped in a shroud and carried off the position; the reinforcements were surrounded by the German army before reaching the designated position, and inexplicably became the front-line troops. After three or five hours of support, the entire army was inexplicably destroyed; the veterans disappeared with the battalion as the smallest statistical unit, and the new recruits with the latest style of Lehlber or the old Glass rifle fired a few shots and became veterans, helplessly becoming a corporal and a corporal, waiting for the next Hamlet-style soul interrogation (survival or death).

Decas was an absolute recruit. Since the war broke out, he had no experience in shooting. On August 2, the streets and alleys of France were covered with famous white conscription orders, with interlaced tricolor flags printed on them. Under the instigation of government and politicians regarding nationalism and revengeism, Decas, the son of a farmer from the central basin of France, joined the army without hesitation and was incorporated into the reserve force. Because the war was tight, Cadiz and his comrades, who had been raided for a week of assault training, were hastily transferred to the front line, and their road to the north was crowded with defeated British and French regular troops and the remaining Belgian troops who had already lost their country.

When Private Dikas climbed up to the highlands of the highway from the anti-sloping anti-aircraft hole on the backside, the scene before him shocked him: the hill about thirty meters high standing beside the highway seemed to have been cut by fierce shells, the deep and shallow trenches disappeared, more than a hundred officers and soldiers reserved on the position were gone, the machine gun placed in the bunker disappeared, and a French tricolor flag stuck on the main peak of the undulating hill, the 103 Highlands, was broken.

"Don't stand there, rest the trenches, and want to eat German guns or what?"

Boonid's loud voice echoed on the position. Decas borrowed a shovel and dug it hard on the position that had been plowed by artillery. A few feet of floating soil were quickly cleaned up. Just as Decas was determined to make an iron while it was hot, the sharp shovel seemed to cut something, and blood gushed out of the deep black soil with the smell of gunpowder.

"Ah!" The young soldier panicked and threw away the shovel in his hand, retreated repeatedly, and then tripped by a stone, and fell to his knees on the loose soil.

The private's abnormality alarmed the second-level corporal Boonido. The new veteran who participated in the Battle of the Marne River came over and lay on the ground. His rough iron hands dug up on the black soil stained with blood, and soon cut out a body with blood-warming blood from the floating soil.

It was a young and tender body. Boonido's face was not changed and his heart was not beating. He shook his head and spat, "merde (French, equivalent to tmd). He died shortly after he died, and I was in vain!"

The gentle breeze blew across the high ground, and the identified corpse lying alone and helplessly in front of the trenches. Not far from the corpse, a bunch of dusty blue iris was dancing in the wind.

"Boy, there is no need to be afraid. Although the German heavy artillery is powerful, we are not helpless!" Boonidu, a second-level corporal who was only a few years older than Cadiz, sighed in his heart, patted the pale new recruit Cadiz and comforted him: "Count the time, the heavy artillery supported by the British should land. Cadiz, I swear that tomorrow at the latest, we will use the British heavy artillery to give the German army the most fierce counterattack!"

"Corporate, there is no need to expect. The German devils have launched a charge, and the British heavy artillery that supports us has already been buried in the belly of fish..." Major Mire, the commander of the highlands, hugged and walked over. He lay in the trenches, his eyes full of despair. "In the early morning, a German fleet raided the Port of Rostock, and the German Berming submarine took the opportunity to sneak into the main channel of the English Channel to lay mines. At 8:44, a British transport fleet encountered German mines, an escort destroyer and six transport ships sank, a British infantry battalion and a large number of supplies were destroyed, including our heavy artillery!";
Chapter completed!