About 50 nautical miles east of the Port of Lostov, a fleet of black vultures flying the German Imperial Navy's Black Eagle Crusader flags were slowly sailing south.

In this fleet, the one that raised the commander's flag was not particularly large or powerful, because any warship in this fleet was the pride of Germany.

In the captain's room of the "Frederick the Great", Prince Heidrich sat quietly on the chair. On the table next to him was a large file bag, with several thick stacks of documents exposed at the pocket.

Heidrich took out the documents one by one, and the cover on the top suddenly reads "Fate Run", which is the original plan for the battle to attack Pascal Flo and encircle and annihilate the British fleet a week ago. The German Navy moved from it to a great revival; the second was "Crazy Angel", a plan for air strikes in London, but unfortunately it did not have the opportunity to implement it due to the personal reasons of the German Emperor; Heidrich kept his eyes on the third, and the outside said "Operation Doomsday".

"Operation Doom! Gigi always likes to give these plans some strange names!" Heidrich murmured alone. These plans were formulated by him and Chen Tian against the British Navy before the war began. Looking at the familiar handwriting in the plan, Heidrich couldn't help but think of those sleepless nights when formulating these plans, and Chen Tian's firm and focused eyes. After the fate plan was released half a year ago, they began to plan a series of actions for the situation after the fate plan. If the German Emperor approved the attack on London, they would execute the "crazy angel". Unfortunately, the real situation was unfortunately said by Chen Tian. When the German Emperor achieved great results in the naval battle and the land battles were victorious, he insisted that the British would soon withdraw from the war. He believed that the attack on London would completely push the British into the war.

"Will the British really withdraw from the war obediently?" Heidrich sighed. After the operation was over, the German Emperor would send a peace delegation to Britain to persuade King George and his country to withdraw from the war, but this might be just the German Emperor's wishful thinking, so how could the British give up their hegemony over the oceans.

When the sky was getting brighter, the first batch of reconnaissance planes broke the calm of the sea and rumbled off the deck of the "Lisa".

Outside the Port of Lostov, the German shelling fleet was slowly sailing towards the port, while the British special fleet stopped 7 nautical miles southeast of the Port of Lostov. However, they did not find the minefield. They were waiting for the British troops in the Port of Lostov to send a telegram of shelling by the German fleet. At this time, the cruisers and destroyers would tow the submarines and torpedo speedboats to the rear of the German fleet as quickly as possible, and then disperse there, surrounding the Germans for torpedo attacks.

"Your Highness!" Heidrich's 108th study of the "Operation Operation" plan, a knock sounded in his ears. He stuffed all the documents back into the document bag and locked them in an exquisite safe. Except for him and Chen Tian, ​​no one knew where the German Navy would go in the future. Originally, these documents would be handed over to Tirpitz and the Admiralty for reference and execution. After accidentally becoming the commander of the High Seas Fleet, he became the executor of these plans. Any document here is extremely precious, not only embodying the wisdom and hard work of the two German princes, but also paving the solid stepping stones for the revival of Germany.

When Heidrich opened the door, his adjutant couldn't wait to report: "His Royal Highness, the support fleet that set sail from Wilhelmshaven last night has already met us!"

The support fleet referred to by the adjutant, including 5 light cruisers and 26 destroyers, and they and some of the original destroyers in the fleet are no longer guards and shields of battleships this time, and they play a very important role in their operations.

When Heidrich came to the command room, the staff had just received a telegram from the reconnaissance plane, and the British lightning fleet appeared as scheduled. Heidrich issued an order without hesitation:

"The first flight formation takes off immediately!"

Soon, under the gaze of countless German sailors, the two aircraft carriers that had been arranged neatly on the decks began to rise into the air one by one, and the seaplanes on the seaplane carrier also began to take off. Finally, a huge formation of 81 aircraft flew towards the British special fleet southeast of Lostov.

London, British Admiralty.

After a sleepless night waiting, Churchill and other naval generals were waiting anxiously. When the window became brighter and brighter, their hearts were all hanging. Even if this lightning strike could not reverse the overall situation, it could greatly inspire the morale of the British people to continue fighting. When all the British colonial fleets gathered on the ground, they would have the opportunity to compete with the Germans.

Outside the Thames entrance, the British fleet flagship "Ajax".

Admiral Betty silently stared at the sea in the northeast. Just now, the special fleet sent a telegram that the German reconnaissance plane had discovered them, and a vague premonition appeared in his heart. If the German fleet fled wildly at this time, the plan would be ruined.

6.5 nautical miles southeast of the Port of Lostov, the British Special Fleet flagship cruiser "Newcastle".

The commander of the special fleet, General Carl, stood on the bridge, watching the numerous cruisers and destroyers moving southeast with great enthusiasm. The large-scale use of lightning strike tactics means that while killing the enemy, he will also pay a great price. Maybe the 3,300-ton destroyer on his right will sleep under the sea, maybe the 6,700-ton cruiser on his left, but no matter what, he firmly believes that this fleet will win a huge victory.

A few minutes later, a huge explosion came from the front of the special fleet.

"General, an explosion occurred on the starboard side of the destroyer of the 'Super Goddess'. The ship had already sent a signal to abandon the ship. It was probably a mine that it had touched!"

When Carl heard the report, he couldn't believe his ears. He died before he could succeed. However, how did the destroyer sink?

"Impossible! We have never laid mines here. How could the Germans lay mines on the waterway they were about to pass? Order each ship to be careful of the torpedo tracks. This must be the German submarine! The ships continue to advance and take the ''' route to avoid the submarines! The submarine towed by the 'Super Goddess' will go to the destination by themselves!"

Carl firmly believed that this was just an accident, an accident made by a German submarine that had gone without a trace. But just half a minute later, another explosion came from the front of the fleet. This time it was the unlucky light cruiser Marian, whose 6,500-ton hull broke from the middle and quickly sank into the sea in full view of everyone.

An officer reported to Carl nervously: "General, the sailors on several nearby warships did not find the torpedo tracks this time, it must be mines!"

"What? This..." Before Carl could think about it, a large group of flies came to his ears, and a German fleet of aircraft appeared in the sky to the east that scared all the British sailors.

"General..." The officer's voice was trembling a little, and Carl was almost confused at this time.

Keep moving forward or retreat? Carl struggled, but there was not much time left for him to think about.

"Send a message to Admiral Betty, please tell us what to do next! Now the ships continue to move forward and prepare to avoid the attack of German aircraft!" The order to continue moving forward just appeared on the mast of the Carl flagship, and explosions spread one after another throughout the fleet. Fire groups, smoke, and water columns hit people's eyes, explosions, metal twisted sounds, and crying of soldiers falling into the water entangled in everyone's ears.

Many British sailors discovered the floating lightnings that were faintly visible on the sea not far from their ships, and couldn't help but sigh: "God! This is simply a minefield!"

Indeed, the German army arranged more than 700 kinds of mines in this sea area, including the floating mines seen by the sailor and the anchor mines that they could not see. They quietly waited on or under the water to come and disturb their good dreams. Whether it was light cruisers, destroyers, torpedo boats or submarines, they would sink to the bottom of the sea and sleep with them.

Just as the British sailors were busy rescuing their companions who fell into the water, 23 Seahawk II fighter bombers, 20 Ostrich I bombers, 27 Swordfish torpedoes and 10 Flying Fish seaplanes flew over their heads quickly. However, what surprised and puzzled all British people was that the German plane did not drop a bomb this time.

Didn't German planes carry bombs today?

Carl stood on the bridge and watched the German planes fly towards him. Not long after, the planes turned not far away while dispersing large formations. Two or three formed small combat formations and flew from behind the British fleet again. Carl suddenly realized that this was a minefield that the Germans had already arranged, and these planes wanted to force themselves into the depths of the minefield.

"Send a signal! Turn all!" Carl shouted at the top of his lungs. In fact, they had already entered the depths of the minefield. Turning and moving forward were the same as continuing, and explosions were becoming more and more frequent in the entire fleet.

German aircraft began to lower their altitude, and bombs and torpedoes fell one by one to the rear of the British fleet. Bombs blasted water columns around the warships, and torpedoes drew graceful trajectories on the water surface, forcing British warships to twist their bodies to avoid these torpedoes. Many ships accidentally had close contact with the mines when evading torpedoes, and the entire fleet's already chaotic formation became more dispersed.

When Carl was desperate, the Port of Lostov and the German shelling fleet appeared at the distant sea level, and the flame of hope ignited in his heart again.

"Order all ships to release the towed submarines and torpedo boats, and all of them head towards the Port of Lostov, and any warship that breaks through the minefields can freely attack the German fleet! Long live the British Empire!"

Seeing the signal from the flagship, the British ships fell into the final madness. After loosening the cable, the torpedo speedboats rushed towards the German fleet at a maximum speed of more than 40 knots, while the submarines continued to sail on the water. They were preparing to hide in the water and touch each other after entering the other's range.

British ships with the cross naval flag of St. George exploded, and then began to sink. The subsequent ships continued to sail forward with the momentum of thousands of sails passing by on the side of the sunken boat. After paying 25 torpedo boats, a small team of torpedo speedboats at the forefront of the British Special Fleet finally rushed out of the minefield.

The bombing of German planes began to return, and they did not directly sink many British warships, but their mission was basically completed - driving British ships into the minefield. The pilots breathed a sigh of relief, and they leisurely enjoyed the scenery on the sea: in the wide minefield, many British ships that were dying or sinking were covered with the sea, countless British sailors were struggling in the water, and dozens of British warships were scattered. They were either busy rescuing their companions who fell into the water, or clearing them out with their hulls on the speedboats and destroyers.

The ignited house was burning silently in the south of the battleship, eight destroyers in the shelling fleet stood up bravely, and they lined up in one row on the side of the battleship, with guns and bodies facing the British torpedo boats; a large number of small German ships were coming quickly, leaving white water marks on the sea.

The British torpedo boats that rushed out of the minefield continued to sprint, but the German destroyers blocked between them and the German battleship. The 120mm guns of the German destroyers were firing desperately, and barrage and waves enveloped the fearless British torpedo boats. As the shrapnel flew, the British sailors fell one by one, and the torpedo boats were also hit by the German destroyers. They either slumped on the sea and became smoked fires, or a large amount of water slowly sank. The most exciting thing was that they exploded and splashed in all directions. Finally, the only four remaining torpedo boats cast a row of torpedoes at a distance of 1,500 meters and turned desperately. The sparse and pitiful torpedoes made the German destroyers avoid tensely and orderly, while the battleships in the distance ignored everything they did.

Just after the British torpedo boat launched a death attack, several small British ships in the harbor were also inspired by this spirit and rushed towards the German battleship without destroyers protection. Last night, the young British sailor grabbed a row of machine gun shells, and their patrol boats would use their only machine gun to prove their bloodiness.

On the German battleship, the sailors were staring at this strange scene. Several patrol boats with almost no combat power rushed towards the tens of thousands of tons of warships. There were no torpedoes or cannons, why did they still die? The 120mm secondary gun on the side of the battleship opened fire. After several rounds of fire, the patrol boats calmed down, and their broken hulls were still floating on the water. The young sailors leaned quietly next to the gun position, allowing blood to flow to the deck. Their bravery could not save the fate of this country.
Chapter completed!