[Alibbcy, I can only say sorry. I'm too busy recently and can't get the time to write. Two updates on Saturday are used as compensation. The Dogel Sands Battle and at least 7,000 words are presented together. The murmur under the starry sky, haha, guess right, the shrinking version of the landing battle, and the upcoming unprepared chaos...]

At 3 a.m. on November 14, 1914, Scapa Bay, Orkney Islands.

It was late at night, and the waves slapped the Lion's battle patrol, swaying tens of thousands of tons of steel monsters gently. Accompanied by the pure white and bright moonlight in the northern hemisphere, the North Atlantic seemed to be playing a lullaby with all its strength.

Due to the implementation of wartime light control, the Lion Battle Patrol was pitch black. The door of the commander's room at the back of the island forecastle of the Battle Patrol was closed, but through the porthole and a thick layer of curtains, the sailors who were working at night could vaguely see the bleak light.

Although the night was deep, David Betty was still working. A thick stack of German Navy telegrams deciphered by the naval intelligence department were placed on the desk. Betty leaned on the chair, his thick fingers hit the steel plates of the cabin without rhythm. His blood-covered eyes stared at a small piece of rust on the top of the cabin, and repeated a sentence with a loss.

"Doger Sands? What exactly does it represent?!"

Although the linguists, mathematicians and technical experts invited by the Navy's intelligence department tried their best, the work of deciphering the German Navy's secret codes was still progressing slowly. The German Navy intelligence reported or lent to Betty was still vague and full of hesitation and conjecture, but the repeated place names in these telegrams made the sensitive Betty notice a little trick.

"Silem, can you...you have the same idea as me?" Betty magnified his inspiration infinitely, paused his fingers that hit the steel plate of the cabin, and suddenly realized when he saw the fog.

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"In the early morning of November 14, 1914, Deputy Commander Major General Heidi Sileme led a bait fleet composed of the Battle Patrol of the Moltke, von der Thenn and the large armored ships of Blüchel. The deputy commander gave us the task of destroying any ship on the northern ocean that dared to fly the British rice flag. My Moltke and I decided to execute the murderous commander's commander's command, but from the narrow Bay of Helgolan to the wide Dogers, except for the neutral and the merchant freighters of our country, we

No floating objects related to the British Isle were found. At 7:23, the suffocated deputy commander scolded the Hewan Patrol Fleet, who was eating alone, and immediately forced the intelligence officer and communication officer of the Bait Fleet to send an absurd telegram to the Navy Department, and then ordered the Bait Fleet to turn and target the farthest end of the German Navy patrol line. In the next five hours, we did something that no nation could accomplish in hundreds of years, which is worthy of my pride!”

——Excerpt from the navigation log of the Mavericks Battle Captain.

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"Our cruise fleet found three British minecraft ships in the southern waters of the 100 nautical mile defense line of Helgolan Bay. In order to avoid the threat to the Helgolan route, our formation is determined to expel and destroy the British."

At 7:39 on November 14, 1914, the Telegraph Room of the General Staff of the German Navy received a telegram from the Moltke battle tour that was "combat cruise". The telegrapher translated the messy code combination and was immediately blinded by the unruly telegram content.

"General Silame, even if it is your personality to change the concept and it is your routine to act without authorization, you cannot be blatant and lawless..."

The telegrapher's resentment attracted the attention of the intelligence staff on duty. The intelligence staff took the telegram and looked around casually. They felt that the sky was dizzy and the sky was shocking. After signing the name on the telegram, they still felt frightened.

The staff on duty was walking towards the office of the Chief of Staff with the telegram, and grumbled: "Our Hewan patrol fleet has used the British coastline as a patrol line. Under such a net, the British minecraft ships can penetrate into the 100-nautical mile defense circle of Hewan, which is in name only? Silame, if you want to cause trouble, you can find a more reliable reason!"

The intelligence consultant was sure that this telegram with loopholes would be rejected mercilessly by General Hetsendorf, the chief of staff of the Navy. The duty consultant admired Wang Hetsendorf, who advocated attack, and he was determined to help the otaku. However, before the duty intelligence consultant could express the conclusive reasons for his fingers and heads, the chief of staff of the Navy, General Hetsendorf, who was known for his calmness and rationality, actually agreed to Wang Hetsendorf's request.

"It's time for General Ingnoll to take action..." The staff officer on duty left with a look of surprise, and the office returned to tranquility. General Hutsendorf opened the blinds and looked at William's Charlottemberg Palace, and said coldly.

****

On November 14, 1914, 50 nautical miles northwest of Harriche Port, England.

British auxiliary warships and trawlers are setting up submersible nets outside Harriche Harbour, and the Chatham and Melbourne are patrolling on the left and right, patrolling nearby for alert.

Since the outbreak of the war, frequent mine-hitting and submarine ambush incidents have caused panic in major British ports. On November 1, the Daring battleship sinks in the desolate Willis Bay pushed this fear to the peak, so that watchtowers scattered on the long coastline of the British Isle reported to the Navy's intelligence department almost every day, and even patrol ships on the west coast of Ireland often came to join in the fun. In order to prevent German Bergian submarines and camouflaged Bergians from visiting their doors, from the Great Fleet Station of the Scarpa Bay at the northernmost point, the Portsmouth Port of the Foxtone Military Port in the south of the British Isle, and the Portsmouth Craft Base, it became a trend to build a comprehensive three-dimensional anti-submarine warning system composed of destroyers, lightning strike ships, trawlers, airships and anti-submarine networks.

Under the guidance of the technical officer sent by the Navy, the strong and powerful British sailors, facing the cool sea breeze of the North Sea in the morning, vertically lowered the anti-submarine net with an explosion tube, with the divers being responsible for fixing the anti-submarine net. After three days of laying, the threat of the German U-type submarine was like a maggot and a bone like a shadow. At 9 a.m., the deployment of the anti-submarine net of Harrich Port was completed, and the Harrich fleet could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Harriage Port is safe..." Major General William J-Napier, the former commander of the Second Cruiser Squadron and the new commander of the Harriage Fleet, stood on the main deck of the flagship Chatham light patrol, and said with ease to his staff.

Just as Major General Napier was confident, a buzzing sound similar to cutting iron blocks came from the air. Veterans who participated in the Battle of Helgolan Bay were panicked and lying in a safe place with their heads in their arms. The newly recruited recruits and the newly graduated non-commissioned officers from Portsmouth looked up at the sky in a daze, their hands and feet were cold.

At 9:17 am, a mass of fire drilled into the sea ten meters away from a trawler fishing boat, and then burst, with dazzling light, deafening roar, noisy shrapnel and soaring water columns!

The fifty-ton trawler fishing boat was instantly torn to pieces under the impact of the explosion, and even a small sampan did not have time to stay. The Melbourne light patrol, which was about thirty meters away from the trawler, shook violently under the impact of the shells. The new sailor, who was as stupid as a chicken, was thrown out and disappeared in the vortex. The veterans hiding behind the machine gun shield felt countless shrapnel dancing on their foreheads. They repeatedly hit the weak steel plates of the light patrol, making a harsh creaking sound, and slept into their flesh and blood.

"305 high-explosion bomb! That is the main battleship of the Ocean Fleet!" The relaxed and freehand painting on Major General Napier's face instantly solidified. He could no longer remember the eager expectation given to him by the Admiralty when he was appointed in danger. He could no longer remember the longing of the soldiers of the Harric Fleet who had lost their backbone and the backbone of the sea soul for him. He could no longer remember his scholarly sentiment a few seconds ago. The second and last commander of the Harric Fleet, just like the Brigadier General Reginald York Tirrit, had only the ability to despair in the face of the tragedy.

The second 305 heavy artillery followed one after another, cutting off all the superstructures of a thousand-ton auxiliary warship. The high-quality steel was twisted by the shells and formed into a strange shape. The anti-submarine net fixed and woven by the floating anchors and steel cables was shaken left and right by the impact of the all-metal storm caused by the high-explosion bombs. The explosion tube hanging on the steel cable could not withstand the tension generated by the explosion and exploded in a scattered manner.

The boiling sea and bloodthirsty air brought Major General Napier to his senses. He couldn't wait to issue a retreat order, informed the Admiral's Department of the Germans of the sneak attack, requested Lieutenant General David Betty's first battle cruiser squadron to attack, and let the Port Harriche turret fire and fight back to cover the retreat.

Harriche Port is located on the southeast coast of the United Kingdom (orwww.jtxsk.com), across the river from felixstowe. As a military rush, the United Kingdom is an important military port in the southeast. Harriche Port has complete defensive facilities. A seven-story round reinforced concrete turret built in 1543, 4 305mm fortress cannons, 8 234mm coastal defense cannons, as well as satellite turrets on both sides of the circular cannons and 105mm rapid-fire cannons will be the biggest reliance of Harriche Port.

According to the Dogel Sands ambush plan, the bait fleet led by Wang Heidi will raid the British coastline, stimulate the sensitive and fragile nerves of the British Empire's people, and force the first battlecruiser squadron to fight back. The small-scale harassment war around the British coastline was obviously not in line with the psychological expectations of the otakus, so Wang Heidi did something that no nation could accomplish for hundreds of years - "Boat the empire's land, and send Marines to land on the British Isles to fight."

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Chapter completed!