"The first wave of shells was about 1,000 yards near the bounce, and the second wave was about 800 yards!" Schneider measured the distance between the water column and the British fleet, and sent the shooting data back to the fleet at the fastest speed. This is what the school-shooting aircraft had to do.

The "Election Emperor" and "Oldenburg" far away 10 nautical miles away, the communications officers soon forwarded the reports sent by the reconnaissance plane to the shooting commander, who would modify the shooting elements based on these reports and finally issue them to the gunners inside the turret.

The exhaust fan inside the turret turned desperately, expelling the turbid air after the shell was fired, and filling the fresh air with a slightly fishy smell on the sea surface into the turret. However, the gunners still felt stuffy and the gunman yelled with his throat:

"Well, boys, our shells are not far enough!"

After slightly adjusted the muzzles on the main turrets in the front of the two battleships, another batch of shells was fired out in a loud bang and a tremor. The fiery red shells disappeared into the clouds in an instant. Despite the huge recoil, the two battleships did not slow down their advance at all. The white smoke that rushed out of the cannon chamber with the shells was soon blown away by the oncoming sea breeze.

When the strange whistle whistle tear the air into his ears again, the hearts of everyone in the British fleet were as if they were tightened by an invisible rope - the heart was not only hanging in the air, but also endured the suffocation of suffocation. The captains wanted to escape but could not retreat; the captains wanted to fight but could not go; the sailors didn't know where was safe, and staying on the deck would probably be washed into the sea by sea and shrapnel in the next second, while staying in the cabin would lose hope of escape after the ship was hit; the sailors didn't know what to do, wanted to fire a cannon but couldn't even see the shadow of the enemy, and the smoke pillars in the sky were not accessible to their ships, and wanted to escape, but the honor of the navy did not allow them to leave the freighter without resistance.

"The third wave of shells landed around a destroyer in the southmost part of the opponent's fleet, and the fourth wave of shells was nearly 500 yards!" Schneider made records very seriously and professionally, pressing his fingers quickly on the transmitter, and Schwell only needed to operate his plane to hover over the British fleet over and over again, and then expressed regret for the shells that were shot by his warships. The sound of large-caliber shells cutting through the air seemed much clearer in the air, even though the aircraft engines kept roaring.

When the British fleet was panicking and evacuating in the opposite direction of the shells, the two submarines led by Denitz took the opportunity to launch another wave of torpedoes. Seeing the torpedoes running around the sea and their long trails, the British captains rushed to avoid it. A cargo ship struggled to avoid the oncoming torpedoes, but almost hit another cargo ship. In order to avoid it, the freighter turned the bow of the ship to the other cargo ships. The whole scene looked a bit ridiculous. These British ships were like slow-moving turtles, but they had to twist their clumsy bodies desperately to avoid the impact of the shells, torpedoes and their own people.

General Lenon stood on the bridge of the "Moray Eel" in cold sweat and looked at the chaotic situation on the sea, feeling both sad and helpless. Even without the interference of German submarines and torpedoes, this fleet could not escape the pursuit of the German fleet behind. Perhaps these ships had been sunk by shells before the German warships caught up.

"Damn German plane!" Lenon cursed angrily. In this almost beyond-visual range shelling, the aircraft was the key point. He hoped that the aircraft could leave early due to exhaustion of fuel, so that the power of the German shelling would be greatly reduced. However, Lenon knew that his idea would not save his fleet at all. No matter how long the aircraft could fly, perhaps another German reconnaissance aircraft had already refueled and was ready to replace the aircraft and continue to shoot. Perhaps the German fleet had already caught up when it returned.

Finally, Lenon issued an almost tragic order without choice: "All cargo ships retreated to the Port of Sezisfierze at the highest speed, and all cruisers and destroyers turned to attack the German fleet behind the fleet!"

After seeing the signal from the flagship "Moray Eel", the British naval officers and soldiers on other warships knew exactly what that meant. Judging from the waves of falling shells, there were at least two very violent battleships in the German fleet behind, which alone was enough to kill the remaining nine British warships, not to mention that the annoying and headache-inducing German planes kept roaring above their heads.

The No. 1 reconnaissance plane quickly reported the action of the British warship back to the raid formation, while the German battleship waited for the group of outlaws in the continued shelling.

"The No. 1 reconnaissance aircraft continues to monitor the British warships that are separated from the fleet, and the No. 2 reconnaissance aircraft takes off and is responsible for monitoring the remaining British fleet; this ship and the "Oldenburg" are ready to face the British fleet with port fire! The "Frenburg" is responsible for covering the flanks of this ship and trying to ensure the safety of the prisoners during the battle!" Lieutenant General Hippel immediately issued an order.

When the No. 2 reconnaissance aircraft rumbling off the water, the British fleet led by the cruiser "Moray Eel" lined up in two columns, one was four light cruisers, two of which were auxiliary cruisers modified by merchant ships, and the other was five destroyers. These destroyers were old models, and their combat performance was really not satisfactory. Only the two torpedoes on the head of the ship could pose a threat to German warships.

For the British Navy, the latest and most elite cruisers and destroyers were lost in the two large-scale naval battles in September, which is also the road to revival for the British Navy. Now it seems that even self-protection is very difficult.

Finally, the shells landed above the British fleet stopped, and many British ships exerted their speed to the extreme, and the entire fleet became sparse due to the different speeds of each ship. The two fastest new kerosene-powered ships have complained about other slow old cargo ships for a long time. After receiving the order to freely leave, they used the maximum speed of 18 knots to leave the other ships far behind. The other ships with speeds of 16 knots, 15 knots, and 14 knots also opened the waves. The most helpless were 7 cargo ships loaded with heavy objects. They could only slowly drag the back and there was almost no hope of escaping.

However, the German battleships did not stop the artillery. On the contrary, after they brought the ship side, the artillery on the side and sterns of the ship were able to exert its power, and the firepower of the entire formation was nearly doubled. The first volley of 10 305mm caliber main guns on the five double-mounted turrets of the "Election Emperor" brought considerable shock to the British, while the "Oldenburg" seemed to be at a disadvantage. The volley of its four double-mounted turrets was only slightly higher than the three when it was shot in front.

For General Lenon and his sailors, the firepower of the German fleet reached an amazing level, and the two high and wide water walls that rose in front of them were the best proof. Although the Germans' first volley was still a distance away from their warships, the German plane was still following their heads, and the German shells would be as accurate as before until they hit them.

As Lenon expected, the Germans' second wave of scattered fires exploded one of their cruisers. The auxiliary cruiser, which was transformed from a rapid merchant ship, turned into a gorgeous fireworks in an instant. The result was that the large-caliber shells hit ships with almost no armor protection.

The British sailors had no time to close their eyes and observe silently for their lost companions, because the figures of the German warships finally appeared on the sea at their extreme sight. Although they could not see the outline of the other party with a telescope, Lenon was relieved to find that the other party had only three warships, which was completely different from the imagined scene of cruisers and destroyers surrounding the battleships. He also raised hope to repel the other party.

The "Moray" quickly sent out a signal:

"Each ship is deployed in a combat oblique column, attacking the German fleet at full speed, and strive to launch torpedoes at the closest possible distance. Each ship should take enemy battleships as the primary goal!"

The destroyer formation had just begun to accelerate, and the last one was hit by a blow. The latest round of German battleships fired several shells around it. Although only a few near-missile bombs, the superstructure of the destroyer became unrecognizable. The shrapnel made the command platform and the semi-closed turret full of holes, and the entire deck was soaked in the blood of the sailors. A large amount of sea water poured into the break near the waterline. The speed of the entire warship dropped rapidly, and eventually became a powerless floating object. The sailors at the tail of other warships stared blankly at the bombed destroyer. There seemed to be no fire on it, but the lifeless scene was even more heartbreaking, as if all the lives on it had disappeared.

General Lenon had no time to care about the life and death of other warships. He only thought that his warship could rush to the torpedo range and cast the torpedo, and then watched the German warship get caught and sink.

The naval officers and soldiers in the German fleet understood very well what the British made, but they had no need or reason for worry, because they unconditionally believed in their commanders and the excellent warships designed and built by their country. Even if the British torpedo really hit, the pride of these German people would take them back to Germany safely. However, the thinking of everyone on the warships was still tense. From the rangefinders to visually measure the other party's data, the officers conveyed shooting instructions to the gunners loading shells, everyone worked hard to complete their tasks with the fastest speed and the most standardized process.

Lieutenant General Hippel and his generals observed the British fleet through telescopes, and everyone was looking forward to the next round of volleys, hoping that the next wave of shells could hit more British warships.

The Lieutenant General's lips moved slightly a few times, but said nothing.

No one is willing to break the peace in the command room. All the instructions that should be issued have been issued. Now we can only wait silently for the result.

The muzzle on the German battleship was lowered little by little. When the distance between the two sides approached 8,000 yards, the British lost another two cruisers and two destroyers. Now they only had the cruiser "Moray" and two other destroyers.

After entering the range, the naval guns on British warships began to shoot desperately. The British sailors had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out at this moment. They almost frantically filled the shells into the barrel, even half as fast as they did during their daily training.

However, the shells fired by British warships were either far or far away, and even General Lennon had to admit that the artillery skills of both sides were not on the same level. With the cooperation of school-firing aircraft, the German Navy's shooting accuracy had already been exerted to the extreme.

While the British sailors were leisurely basking in the sun on the deck, the German sailors were sweating profusely repeating the boring and hard shooting exercises; when the British warships were showing off their power in the oceans of the world, the German warships were rushing live-fires in the harbor without getting tired of them. The outcome of the war did not entirely depend on the fineness of the weapons. The arrogance of the British and the rigor of the Germans have been known in previous battles.

The British were still waiting for the maximum torpedo launch distance of 3,000 yards, an effective hit distance of 2,000 yards and an efficient hit distance of 1,000 yards. If you are lucky, they can still enter an absolute hit distance of 500 yards. Those unmarked distance lines are like the end of the British sprint. Under the accurate artillery fire of the Germans, they have no way out, and at this time no one thinks about being able to leave alive. This is the case with fierce battles, which can completely discard all distractions, provided that there are no cowards here.

When the muzzles of the German warship flashed with orange flames again and again, the British suddenly felt that even the maximum torpedo launch distance was so out of reach. The clear outline of the German warship had appeared in front of them. The two battleships were like huge steel castles, with thick gun barrels protruding out from the hill-like turrets, blowing the deadly horn again and again.

In this case, Hippel's formation no longer needs to perform tactical maneuvers. The addition of the artillery of the Fremberg cruiser and the secondary guns on the battleship made the last three British warships bathed in a rain of bullets, and both large and small orange dots gathered towards them.

For Lieutenant General Hippel, this game seems to have lost its suspense.

Another British destroyer was shot, its speed dropped, and the death penalty!

The last British destroyer was shot, this time it was a large-caliber shell that exploded!

The last ship, General Lenon's flagship, cruiser "Moray Eel", actually persisted to the end. Unfortunately, even it did not cross the maximum torpedo launch distance of 3,000 yards.

Hippel and the officers next to him slowly lowered the telescope in their hands. Although they were confident, they were more nervous than anyone else just now. When the cheers of victory sounded in the cabin, they could only smile calmly and continue to maintain the temperament of a general who was not arrogant and despaired to win.

Hippel raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was just after 3 o'clock that the remaining British freighters had become a group of rabbits that could only escape.

After leaving the Fremberg to clear the battlefield and contain prisoners of war, Hippel took two battleships across the "corpses" of the British warships and quickly chased the remaining freighters of the British fleet. Since those were all British merchant ships, Hippel's battleships unscrupulously poured shells into the other side. This rare training opportunity also made the officers and soldiers on the "Election Emperor" and "Oldenburg" the group that Germany is best at cross-view artillery bombardment.

When the sun set, only the two fastest British freighters were able to hide in the Port of Sezisfès, and after clearing the mess, the Hippel formation followed them outside the port.
Chapter completed!