[I'm sorry, I went to dinner today. Also, congratulations to the gay sky

im, this guy passed the civil servant exam, we have to let the people of the whole country send a condolence message.][]

In February, northern Scotland was filled with wind and waves, and large and small icebergs flowed down the gap between the Orkney Islands and the Shetland Islands. From time to time, Edgar-class and Crescent-class protective cruisers who were patrolling this sea area flashed through the tube of the telescope. As the only existence of the Royal Navy in the Shetland waters, Major General Dudley-de-Sheer's 10th cruiser fleet only had several Crescent-class and Edgar-class protective cruisers with ages of more than 20 years. They looked for a needle in a haystack to transport arms and strategic materials to Germany.

The anchorage of the large fleet in the south of the Shetland Islands is a little deserted. The familiar bold and invincible warships, Queen Mary and Thor, have long been buried in the cold North Sea. The huge former dreadnought fleet has unswervingly entered the narrow Dardanelles because of Churchill's call. Two new Queen Elizabeth-class fast battleships that joined the large fleet stopped at the anchorage and were immediately sent back to the shipyard for repair. Now, only twenty-five main battleships and several patrol fleets remain.

"The German emperor, who regarded himself as a protector of the high seas fleet, tried to suppress their best naval strategist..." Lampard, deputy commander of the First Battlecruiser Fleet, held the side of the Lion Battlecruiser, tightened the cotton uniform wrapped around him and said in a tangled manner: "Is it the neurotic emperor's extreme problem, or the Dogersan-Sail-style pre-war deception? The German navy in February is really like a fog!"

"Suppress Sylem? Who has the strength?!" David Betty snorted and sneered: "Even if the German emperor was hot-headed, his generals and nobles would not agree. Lampard, instead of caring about the chaotic farce in Berlin, it is better to think about maritime tactics that can not only exert the firepower and defense of the Elizabeth and War-War-War-War-Escape, but also avoid the weakness of Queen-level speed."

In February's North Sea combat cruise, the First Battle Cruise Fleet embarrassingly discovered that the Queen Elizabeth-class fast battleship with a designed speed of more than 25 knots can only run at most 24 knots in actual combat. The First Battle Cruise Fleet generally has a speed of more than 25 knots. Although the Queen-class battleship is strong, it will also drag down the speed on which the Battle Cruise Fleet relies on for its living.

"The Elizabeth and War Warfare have returned to the factory and handed over to technicians for inspection and improvement." Lampard has been running back and forth between Portsmouth and Davenport Shipyards in recent times, urging the shipyard to improve the Queen-class boiler design, and is well aware of the Queen-class modification progress: "At the latest in early March, these two main battleships will return to the First Battlecruising Fleet."

"It seems that the service time of the two Queen-class ships is about to be delayed..." David Betty turned his head and looked at the Baltic Sea shrouded in sea fog, and said with a little complicated emotion: "The Jutland Coastline combat cruise plan will be postponed until the Queen-class modification work is completed..."

****

"Silem is the soul of the naval force you have chosen..." Former commander-in-chief of the Ocean Fleet Fleet Fleet Flewrich von Ingnol stroked the cap on his head, and walked the streets of Ibnhausen in Munich with Alfred von Tirpitz, who was walking his dog, and his ears were filled with Bavarian people's views on the sinking of the Brunswick and General Heidi Silem.

On February 8, the naval political storm had spread. The Naval Yearbook, a professional newspaper of the Imperial Naval Association, published a paper written by Wolfgang-Wegener, which detailed the deep reasons for the Imperial Navy arms race and Germany's series of maritime victories on August 4, 1914. It was all about singing to young people. The financial headline of the Frankfurt Times was actually the "Tired Naval God of War" written by a professor of finance at the University of Frankfurt, pointing out that it was Lieutenant General William Suxiong who should be responsible. At the same time, the Berlin Chronicle and the Berlin Daily pursued the sinking of the Brunswick, and the tone of Capeler and General Muller became increasingly tough.

Marshal Ingnoll, who was forced to resign and his idle job, easily saw that the Ocean Fleet was undergoing a deep and uncertain future: "The Emperor is sharpening his sword, Marshal, you don't seem to be worried at all..."

"There is nothing to worry about! His Majesty William cannot stop the young people from thriving, and even throws away many pieces." The shepherd dog jumped happily on the corner of the street. The old Tirpitz carefully held the reins, raised his head and laughed: "Naval Political Storm, His Majesty William is not a winner, nor is Capeler and Muller, and the so-called 'Tirpitz faction' is not, and the real winner is Germany!"

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"Your Majesty, Heidi Sileme is a genius. He is a crucial figure in the navy's battles in the ocean. Even the proud British navy admits that he is a rival to David Betty!"

On February 8th, at dusk in Berlin, the outside of Charlottemberg Palace was filled with naval songs. The pride of our expedition to England and the tragic hidden in the majestic music cannot be offset by the emperor's anger.

The quarrels and sounds in the study made William's attendant George Philip Taylorman terrified. The first-class Iron Cross presented by Tilpitz was still swaying in front of William's study door, but he was reluctant to push the door to investigate the politics of the big shots. Since the war started, the emperor's mental state was not good, sometimes inexplicably excited and arrogant, sometimes unconsciously inferior and depressed. The civilian Prime Minister Bateman is not a tough person, otherwise Bateman would not have retained his position as prime minister until now. However, in the incredible February, Mr. Bateman seemed to have lost his usual rationality, anger and momentum.

The study was in a mess, with documents that were urgently needed to be reviewed on the luxurious and expensive Persian carpet, the books that the emperor cherished, the white gloves that never left his body and the sword that never touched blood. Prime Minister Bateman talked with an angry blush on his face. The emperor turned his back and stared at the half-body oil portrait of the ancestors of the Hohenzollern family hanging on the wall.

"The reason why the imperial propaganda machine used Lieutenant General Heidi Sileme as the focus of propaganda was not the popularity he had accumulated in the naval era, nor the appreciation of the three marshals Tirpitz, Ingnoll and Hetsendorf, but the young man was able to lead the German Navy to victory. More than ten years of naval arms race have proved the young man's strategic vision, and the victory of a series of surface wars since the war has brought his precise predictions, courage and wisdom, courage and responsibility

The heart is fully displayed. Now the Empire regards Heidi Sileme as a key figure in the navy. The Allies blacklist him. The politicians and media in neutral countries have even portrayed his war with David Betty as the final battle of the medieval knights. At this point of time, transfer Heidi Sileme from the front line is not only the greatest waste of imperial talents, but also the greatest blow to the morale of the German people, but also the most boring blasphemy to the war that determines the fate of the country and nation!”

"Bateman, the Ocean Fleet is my William von Hohenzollern's fleet. Since I hate that hated young man, he should not stay in the Ocean Fleet!" The emperor turned around, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to tear the Bateman Holwig, who was a civilian, a Prussian bureaucrat and a teacher, and Heidi Silem, who was far away in the Baltic.

"Your Majesty! The army is opposing, the civilian is opposing, and the navy's voice is even more intense!" Prime Minister Bateman, who is widely regarded as incompetent, ignored the emperor's fierceness and said persistently: "It is enough to revoke Lieutenant General Su Xiong's position. It is time for the end of the political storm!"

The intense debate in the study came to an abrupt end, and Taylorman finally breathed a sigh of relief because he heard the steps he was looking forward to.

"Okay, Prime Minister, as you wish!"

****

February 10, Gulf of Finland.

After a long and difficult voyage, the Brunswick Investigation Team, composed of elite soldiers and powerful generals drawn by the Imperial Navy Headquarters and General Staff, finally arrived at the Baltic Sea Blockade Fleet, and stumbled onto the flagship Luzov battle patrol.

When the old transport ship slowly approached the blockade fleet, there were no flying flowers, no applause from sailors, and no flying colorful flags. The entire fleet seemed to fall into a terrible silence. The great power of this kind of suppressed and suppressed silence contained in this kind of storm like waves slamming the shore can be deeply savored even by civilian officials of the Navy who have never personally visited the front line to face death.

In fact, since the officials of the investigation team took the transport ship, they had already deeply realized this naked, almost open hostility. The captain of the transport ship has been delaying in arranging these great figures in the Navy holding the Shangfang sword, but he has devoted all his energy to allocating supplies. After finally waiting for the transport ship "", the deputy captain sneered and led a group of civilian officers into the cabin with the most dirty air and the noise. It should be noted that most of the investigation team are civilian officials and have the ability to play with the pen, but facing the vast sea, no matter how sharp the words and pointing to a deer as a horse were, it would be useless. So, except for the leader of the investigation team with a brave face, the others lay on the side of the ship and vomited in the dark.

The civil servants were determined to write what they saw and experienced into the investigation report. They couldn't wait to question Heidi Silem and asked him to give a reasonable explanation. The investigation team boarded the ship. They were full of murderous aura, but as soon as they stepped into the standard displacement of more than 30,000 tons and guns, they were immediately frightened by the nearly solidified air lingering over the entire fleet, the bleak and solemn aura and the gloomy black faces of the sailors. The imperial envoys could not help but shrank their heads, for fear that the hot-headed sailors were shooting black guns at them in front of them.

"I am..." The head of the investigation team has not completed his introduction yet. Sergeant Haber, who is in charge of the sergeant, bounced away like he was hiding from the plague, and he sharply untied the cables of the transport ship and the transportation boat. He replied with a military salute without hesitation. All the perfunctory and impatient were written on his face.

"There is nothing to introduce. You are a big shot from Berlin, and I am just a soldier under General Silame!"

"Sergeant Haber, you misunderstood. He is not a big shot..." Wang Heidi walked over and moved away from the standard military salute of the leader of the investigation team, and hugged the other party bear. "Don't be fine, Erich Redel!"
Chapter completed!