On November 17, 1914, Scarpa Bay, northern Scotland.

The farewell telegram of Invincible, Ravenson's panic, Jelico's conservative and cautious work failed at the last moment, everything was like a fast-switching slide, and scenes were played back in David Betty's mind.

The waves gently swayed the temporary flagship of the First Battlecruiser Fleet, the strange warship, the strange cabin, and the twilight large fleet. The proud David Betty lay on the narrow iron bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

"Young man, maybe we should have a drink at the Officers' Club..."

Marshal Fisher, who was at home, came to visit late at night. With Major General Lampard's support, he pushed the door in and casually opened the wall lights of the commander's room, allowing the dim light to illuminate the dark and decadent cabin.

In the distant desolate Orkney Islands, the late November night is filled with a hint of coolness. On the narrow streets, there are no sight of sailors sneaking out to buy drunkenness, and there is no hearing of the indulge in the singing of "Blue-britannia". The fanaticism at the beginning of the war is like this cold and cold night, and Scapa Bay is at the critical point of defeat.

The black sedan was driving like a ghost on Orkney's main island. The strong wind blew through the semi-open windows and hit David Betty's haggard body. The Officers' Club had already rested, and Lampard drove around the only streets of Orkney. After wandering for a long time, he found a tavern that was said to be endless.

When he walked into the door with bells hanging, he was surprised to hear that the tavern that had never been sleeping was closed. The bald boss, who was yawning, grabbed the mop and pointed to the door with half-covered, making Lampard blush.

The half-closed door of the tavern is an unwritten rule for the English tavern, which means that only regular customers are accepted. The authentic Englishman Lampard had to lead the marshal and lieutenant general, put a few bottles of brandy filled with small iron cans, and fled back to the car in a panic.

"In 1904, I became the first minister of the sea. At that time, the Germans sharpened their swords, but our Royal Navy was in a state of great strength. So I carried out drastic reforms and offended many nobles." Marshal Fisher drank a sip of brandy, leaned softly on the back seat of the car, looked at David Betty and sighed: "In 1910, I was forced to resign. At that time, I thought it was terrible. Why did my fire-blood get the enemy's attacks openly and secretly? It was not until this time that I completely retired that I realized that those ideas were ridiculous..."

"Rich?" David Betty's depressed expression was slightly loose. He turned around and said in surprise: "Marcedes-Master, why?"

"Because complaining and blaming is useless, instead of blaming others, it is better to try to stand on a higher stage!"

"Marson..." Looking at the old marshal who rushed to comfort him, David Betty was ashamed of his pretentiousness these days.

"Dogers's naval battle proves the value of the battle patrol. The invincible and tireless battle patrols are unavailable. The dreadnought is subject to speed. Not only will it not become the help of the battle patrol fleet, but it will drag down the battle patrol fleet." The leisurely life after retirement made Fisher a little fat. The old marshal patrols the young man's shoulder and smiles: "Although Jelico has outstanding abilities, his personality is more conservative. The essence of war is violence. The doctrine of the war is low energy! Therefore, the Queen Elizabeth-class battleship will not join the large fleet sequence in the service next spring. It will be commanded by the deputy commander of the large fleet, Lieutenant General David Betty!"

Fisher ignored the stunned Lampard, looked at Betty's breathing gradually heavier, and said firmly:

"David Betty, regrouping, Dogel Sands is not your fault! Our Sir Churchill is determined to realize his Dardanelles Landing Battle. I have a premonition that next year's turn of spring and summer, we will have another battle with the Ocean Fleet. It will be a tragic battle that will determine the overlord status of the Ocean and the fate of the nation!"

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November 17, 1914, Berlin, Germany.

During the Battle of Dogers, two German main battleships sank, with the number of casualties reaching 2,300. When the dusty ocean fleet and the shaky "unsinking ship" Moltke drove back to Wilhelmshaven, the whole of Germany was in agitation.

The residents and dock workers who rushed over after hearing the news looked at the scarred Moltke in amazement, unable to imagine what kind of blow the Silame fleet was facing; the Berlin Naval General Office was full of worrying families, and the navy left them with incomplete relatives, perhaps just a pale and powerless death notice.

It seems that someone has revealed the sky of Berlin, or the sky is composeing a song of German do not cry for me. The haze has long lingered over this ancient city, with annoying drizzle scattering on the face of the goddess of victory on the sky blue dome of the Charlottemberg Palace, wet the curtains of the flying palace of the main palace.

At 3:00 p.m., the light rain could not stop the enthusiastic German people, and the gate of the Charlottemberg Palace was filled with German civilians celebrating victory. In a few minutes, the Charlottemberg Palace will hold a naval medal ceremony, and there will be a grand celebration ceremony in the evening.

The heroes of the Battle of Dogers lined up into the Charlottemberg Palace with black umbrellas. The luxuriously decorated Whitehall, the retired Marshal Tirpitz, the highly criticized Chief of Staff of the Army, the Navy Secretary Capelle, the brave young hottest minister, and the forced resignation of Ingnoll and Marshal Hutsendorf [1] were all there. On the ceremonial platform covered with expensive red carpets, the emperor of the empire was wearing the armor that his ancestors once wore, with a rare sharp blade on his waist, and his left hand was holding white gloves as always, with a proud look on his face, but also a little unnatural.

"In peacetime, people with personality like me may be considered ineligible to command the fleet."

Lieutenant General Reinhard Schell, who was about to become the commander-in-chief of the Ocean Fleet, said meaningful self-deprecation to Hippel and Wang Heidi before coming to power, and then he immediately took care of his military uniform, chose the blood-red carpet to walk onto the ceremonial stage, and saluted the emperor.

Scher was not a Junker nobleman. As a military officer group, he was loyal to the emperor and was the bravest warrior of the empire, but this never meant that he regarded himself as the knight of the Hohenzollern family.

Put on the general's epaulette and ribbon, wearing the first-class Iron Cross and the first-class Red Eagle Medal, and holding the appointment letter symbolizing the supreme authority of the Ocean Fleet. Admiral Reinhard Schell walked down the steps with a tense face.

"Maybe today is worth remembering for everyone present, because the Ocean Fleet will turn a new page..."

Lieutenant General Franz von Hippel pinched Wang Heidi's shoulder and walked towards the ceremonial platform. In front of everyone, Hippel first had a standard military etiquette, and then a noble knight etiquette.

General Hippel took over the two commissions of appointments, deputy commander of the Ocean Fleet and commander of the Third Battleship Squadron, and walked down gracefully with the medal. His eyes focused on Wang Heidi, a young man who was only 36 years old and had won two naval battles.

"At the age of thirty-six, am I a major captain of the light patrol or a captain and staff officer in the fleet who are not as good as the fleet?" The veterans who have been in the rank of major general or colonel looked at each other and sighed.

"A new page!" Wearing a military uniform without a military rank, Wang Heidi said silently in her heart and finally moved her feet.

There was a stage where he fought for bloody battles, and an opponent he could only look up to in front of him. The otaku tried hard to walk forward and stepped on the steps to the gorgeous ceremony platform.

Looking at the emperor who was so romantic but always hysterical, Wang Heidi slowly raised his right hand.

"Lieutenant General, maybe you should be more steady..." The emperor took the lieutenant general's epaulette and ribbon from his servant, and pinned it to the otaku's shoulders and chest, which was intriguing.

"Of course, Germany belongs to the great Hohenzollern family!" Wang Heidi, who could not change his intermittent twitching until his death, rarely calmed down once. He covered his chest wearing the Red Eagle Medal and the First-Class Iron Cross Medal and said happily.

Thunderous applause sounded from the audience, which lasted forever. In the era of the dreadnought, it was extremely difficult to sanitize the warships of hardened armor and displacement of 20,000 tons. In the past life, the Battle of Dogers Sands, the sinking of just one main battleship made the world exclaim tragic. In the Battle of Jutland, Germany lost an old battleship and a battle patrol, and Britain lost three battle patrols to make the world tremble. In this life, the Dogers Shoal, which had a total of five main battleships sunk, was not an exaggeration to evaluate the heroicity of the Dogers Shoals, and Wang Heidi's wisdom and courage were no exaggeration to praise them.

After completing all the etiquette procedures and turning back, Wang Heidi vaguely saw the emperor's slightly twitching cheeks, and the imperial naval minister Capeler's eyes not far away, showing his anger.

However, the otaku didn't care, because there was Tirpits' calm smile, Ingnoll and Hetsendorf's relief, and the cheers of his colleagues and subordinates in the naval.

"But Germany is mine!" Before walking down the steps, the traveler added a sentence in his heart with unprecedented confidence.

The confidence of the otaku is not the self-harmful madness of the German Emperor William. Although Wang Heidi is neither a history doctor nor a chemical genius, he can occasionally pretend to be a few words of Kant's famous sayings Nietzsche's sighs, he can't play with black politics and financial speculation in any case, but the otaku still has reason to feel confident.

Time travel is not as superficial as written in time travel novels. History is always full of too many unknowns and deceptions. Even if you are a doctor of history, the history books you have read may not be history; even if you are a doctor of chemistry, it may be just a lack of parts or instruments, which will make you feel cold; even if you are born in an imperial family, you may not be able to play with conspiracies. If you change history by chance, the butterfly effect will destroy you indestruction; even if you do your homework, but have no support for status, and it is unrealistic to try to change the national strategy of a first-class power with a perfect system with a small person.

However, these are what the otaku only saw through the 20 years of poverty.

In 1894, Wang Heidi entered the Naval Academy with her cleverness. In addition to her verbal skills, the otaku had to learn navigation and command from scratch. In 1897, Wang Heidi made a lot of thoughts about writing down the fragments he saw in his previous life, and named these admirations that lacked theoretical and data support "asymmetric combat", but were regarded as science fiction by experienced old navy members; in 1898, born in the 1990s

The otakus, who was born in the family, was exiled thousands of miles with his passion for disobedience and contradictory to Tirpitz; in 1914, when Wang Heidi used Tirpitz as a stumbling block on the road to saving Germany, the imperial emperor hidden behind the scenes jumped out; before the Battle of Dogers, the otakus remembered the Madegburg incident in his previous life as a joke. Just when the otakus was secretly relieved of the information that had never been leaked, David Betty's bold interception hit him with a blow.

History and reality cannot tolerate any cleverness. If it weren't for the three-year tragic experience of the Keil Naval Academy, if it wasn't for the 16-year overseas wandering career, if it wasn't for the open and secret struggle between the nobles and the civilians, if it wasn't for the education of Tirpitz and Ingnoll, with his hearsay knowledge and Zhao Kuo-style talk, Wang Heidi wouldn't have escaped from the shoal of Dogel!

Now, Wang Heidi, who has been promoted to Lieutenant General of the Imperial Navy and the commander of the First Reconnaissance Fleet, has finally turned from a tiny duckweed to one of the top upper-class figures in the Empire. The famous Deflinger-class, Seidlitz, Moltke, Germany and the soon-to-be-start battle tour will soon become the sharpest sword in the hands of the Otaku. Tens of thousands of veterans who have experienced two naval battles in the First Reconnaissance Fleet will become the biggest reliance for the Otaku to change his fate.

"Twenty years of career, two naval battles, guarding the belief of family and Germany, and a fast fleet that can fight well, a group of colleagues and subordinates who fight side by side with me. History, I must leak you!"

When Wang Heidi walked off the ceremonial stage, the light rain in Berlin gradually lost its momentum, a ray of dawn pierced the sky, and the sky gradually cleared up in 1914.

[The update was a bit late, but the word count was solid; I stayed up late last night and took another exam today. Many brain cells died. I was drowsy when I came back. I guess this chapter was a bit pitiful...]

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Chapter completed!