[I'm going, this week is still the worst text push for new books in the category, I'm so upset; I'm almost busy, and the update time is restored to 19:30; I'll get my emotions out of two updates tomorrow; finally, is this rhythm of going back to the next round?]

The Empire of Sun Never Sets is an island country, and the ocean is the most favorable barrier for its national defense. With the world's number one navy and superb diplomatic art, since the glorious revolution in 1688, the British mainland has never encountered foreign invasions [1]. In history, France in the Napoleon era repeatedly shattered the anti-French alliance led by Britain, but the Gauls never crossed the English Channel to attack the British mainland. In World War I, the world's second-largest German Navy always defended Port William.

In addition to the guerrilla war before the Dogersan Naval Battle in 1915 and the Jutland prison escape operation in 1916, the Germans only left a gorgeous broken seal to the world, but never threatened the British mainland. In World War II, France "dead in three days". Germany's offensive momentum was in full swing. It was almost impossible to implement the Sea Lion Plan and destroy the British Isle without any effort. However, Hitler turned his gun and stubbornly pushed Germany into the abyss of a protracted war.

On November 14, 1914, Wang Heidi, a time traveler, had a quiet turn here, and those cold black and white words were tampered with by Wang Heidi without mercy.

At 9:34, the German bait fleet launched a boring artillery battle with the British and British turrets. The Moltch and Von De-Tann battle patrols totaled 18 305mm caliber artillery and 8 280mm caliber artillery pieces of the large armored ship of Blüchel were set on the British coastline and turned the muzzle three rapid fires. The thick muzzles of the battle patrol and the quasi-war patrol continued to shock the turrets of Harrichet, and the large-caliber solid armor-piercing bombs and armor-piercing blasts continued to shock the turrets of Harrichet, killing the several-foot-thick reinforced concrete turrets and satellite turrets of Harrichets, making the smoke and debris fly.

The scene of the giant cannon reshaping the surface is gorgeous, but the battle-torn captain of the Moltkes knew that due to the smoke of gunpowder on the British turret and the thin sea fog near the coastline, the German gunner's hit rate was not ideal. The old captain put down the telescope in his hand and felt helpless:

"Deputy Commander, since the strategic intention of coming to the door to provoke Britain has been achieved, then stop the shelling. Continuing shelling will only waste our shells and shorten the service life of the barrel, but will not cause substantial harm to the British."

"Since the sight is not good..." The cigarette in his mouth was thrown to the ground, and his shiny leather shoes chased him up and grinded them on the filter. Wang Heidi seemed to have not understood the advice of Captain Moltke. He raised his heavy eyelids and said slowly: "Then send artillery observers to let the Marines protect them from landing!"

At 9:55, several small boats were put down by the arms of three warships, four artillery observers and a Marine Corps of about one hundred people jumped to board the ship. Under Wang Heidi's gaze, the amateur Marine carried the old Mauser rifle and drove the wooden pulp to row towards the British coastline.

At 10:26, a German boat detoured the side of the British turret and landed forcibly. A simple artillery observation post was established on a small mound. The artillery fire of the bait fleet quickly became sharp and the British satellite turret with limited defense was destroyed.

At 10:44, Major Lauren, the interim commander of the Marine Corps, was not satisfied with the simple and easy credit of providing shelling parameters, so he led his 100 Marines to conduct an armed parade in a small fishing village and town near Harriche Port, killing four British militias with single-shot rifles, successfully destroying two coastline watchtowers and a naval fuel depot.

At 10:55, a company of British Army rushed to the battlefield. The army's late arrival cannot be attributed to the bureaucracy of the National Defense Commission. In fact, the British Empire's pocket army was deeply trapped in the French battlefield. The Imperial Army Department was embarrassed to find that even a battalion of regular troops could not be drawn, so it had to pull a company of new recruits closest to Harriche Port, which had not yet been trained to the battlefield. At this time, Major Lauren and his Marines had already retreated, and the decoy fleet with a desolate spring began to return home.

"Now is the weakest time for the British Empire. According to the combat effectiveness of the German Army, a German division is enough to upend the British mainland!" At 10:59, David Betty, who received the news of the German fleet's shelling of Harriche Port, went south and said to his assistant, Colonel Lampard, on the enhanced version of the First Battlecruiser Squadron Squadron Battle Cruiser, said: "I began to miss our disposable pocket army..."

****

November 14, 1914, Berlin, Germany.

The palaces mixed with French romance and British boldness, turrets in the garden, palace teahouses and orangery, horse riding statues of Brandenburg Elector William in the center of the courtyard, and Faustian carvings stand the dome of the goddess of victory, the white curtains on the ground, and the rooms of amber are inlaid. As the ancient Prussian kingdom and the young German Empire, the Charlottemberg Palace, which was built in 1695, has always been a symbol of solemnity and magnificence. However, today's Charlottemberg Palace is abnormal. The endless debate between the emperor and General Ingnoll made the palace guards suddenly feel absurd and unremarkable.

At 8:14, it was drizzling on the streets of Berlin. The late autumn rain fell along the dome of the painted building of the Charlottemberg Palace, bringing a hint of coolness. The dampness spreads through the corridor in the palace with luxurious tapestries, exquisitely painted feather key pianos and French oil paintings.

Two palace guards were wearing bright military uniforms that were inherited from the Prussian era, wearing breastplate, feathered helmets and swords. They were carrying a Mauser rifle behind them, and stood outside the palace with a grimace. The emperor's attendant George Philip Taylorman frowned and wandered for a long time outside the study door.

"If we include the Battle Patrol of the Salamis, the Ocean Fleet has fifteen battleships, five battleships and one large armored ship, while the large fleet has only seventeen battleships and five battleships that can be put into battle. Your Majesty, this is the most favorable opportunity for the Ocean Fleet to take the initiative!"

In the early morning, General Fleet Commander-in-Chief Friedrich von Ingnor, holding a black umbrella, braved the sorrowful drizzle on the streets of Berlin, and handed a plan to the decisive battle of the battleship of the North Sea to the emperor who had just woken up. As the owner of the Ocean Fleet, William was shocked by Ingnor or the hysteria of the Navy. He was furious and patted the expensive wisteria study and scolded Ingnor for his bad behavior of using William's Ocean Fleet and the German destiny to gain fame. His sarcastic and harsh behavior even the quiet Langhans Tower on the west side of the Charlottemberg Palace could be heard.

According to convention, General Ingnor, who was dubbed "the emperor's vocal insect" by lower-level officers and sailors in the navy, would wisely choose to retreat. However, today, Ingnor is like the drizzle flying on the streets of Berlin for four or five days, and his gentle appearance is full of stubbornness. The study door with gilded hair and whitewashing can no longer stop the emperor's heavy breathing and the corrupted and powerful emphasis of General Ingnor.

"Now the Ocean Fleet is waiting for the morale of the rainbow. The German Empire is looking forward to fearlessness and fearlessness. A long-range blockade aimed at breaking the large fleet and overturning the British Royal Navy's main ships on the ground are not imperative in the decisive battle!"

Almost old and wasted the passing years, the main entrance of William's study opened. General Ingnoll walked out, and the old general, who was fairly old and fair-haired, was calm and unstoppable and humiliated, took the black umbrella handed over by the servant with expressionless expression, nodding slightly to express his gratitude.

"General, maybe your starting point is right, but your method of persuasion is quite undesirable..." Taking advantage of the opportunity to pass by General Ingnoll, the attendant Taylorman whispered in a low voice.

Ingnoll paused when he was away, and the veteran turned around, his turbid eyes swept across the worried servant's face, and the indifference hanging on his face instantly condensed into a little bit of relief. The veteran turned slightly and took off a first-level iron cross medal embedded in his chest, and put it on the servant's military uniform.

"Maybe..." The veteran was unintentionally analyzing the complicated mood of the interweaving of the attendant Taylorman's fear and joy, reached out to support the black umbrella with undry water, and plunged into the misty rain of Berlin.

When he walked into the study, he saw Emperor William sitting blankly on the sofa in front of his desk holding white gloves, his tired face facing the bust of the first emperor of the empire, William I. The attendant took charge of the military appearance, suppressed his inner joy, and stood carefully in a place that William could not notice.

"In 9 AD, Helmann led a group of ragged barbarians to wipe out the Roman legion in freshly dressed and furious horses; in 800 AD, Pope Leo III suddenly put a crown on the head of a blond, blue-eyed, tall Germanic man. Charlemagne and his twelve Paladins achieved the Song of Roland; in 1740, Frederick, the emperor of the age, ascended the throne, and then staged the glory of the three great powers of France, Russia and Austria; in 1871, under the leadership of his father

Under the guidance, Germany, which had been divided for thousands of years, was finally unified, and the rise of Germany was unstoppable; in 1888, as a descendant of the Hohenzollern family, I had no choice but to do so. "I was silent for a long time, and was extremely arrogant and eager to win the victory, and to some extent accelerated the outbreak of the war, finally spoke: "Maybe I can't let Germany expand its territory, but at least I can't let the empire be weakened in my hands. I have no choice, right?"

The war had lasted for three months, and the corpses of the Allies and the Allies were flowing into blood. Death notices and recruitment orders were everywhere, and hatred deepened all the time. In November, when the war was raging, the sudden inferiority and fear of the belligerent emperor made the attendant Taylorman speechless. With the order to let the third battleship squadron of the Ocean Fleet and the First Reconnaissance Fleet go to the closed Baltic Sea to carry out training tasks, the attendant Taylorman rushed to the telegraph room of Charlottemberg Palace unhappily.

****

At 9 a.m. on November 14, 1914, the Ocean Fleet stationed at Jade Bay.

General Reinhard Schell dropped the telegram from the Charlottemberg Palace, and looked at the battle patrol of the first reconnaissance fleet flagship Sedlitz through the porthole of the Battleship Commander Tower of the Frederick the Great, and waved his arms and excitedly said: "Order, the third battleship squadron will start to sail!"

At 9:21, the second reconnaissance fleet, Glaudenz, Mainz, Korburg, Hamburg, Stralsund, and Rostock, took the lead in sailing out of Jed Bay. In the next ten minutes, the battleships familiar to the Germans, Seidlitz, Deflinger, King, Electoral, Caesar, Frederick the Great, Caesar, King Albert, and Louistborde Regents lined up in a column to quickly pass Jed Bay and headed towards the vast North Sea.

【Note】

1. In 1688, a glorious revolution broke out in Britain. William, the ruling Dutch, was invited to serve as the king of England. On November 1, William led 15,000 Dutch troops to land in Britain. This was the only foreign invasion in modern British history.

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