In the overwhelming waves, the three warships are like three drunkards, stumbling in the waves, appearing and disappearing. ￡∝

The sharp bow pierced through one wave after another, setting off large white sprays.

The battleship led by the leader was the largest and the most ferocious in firepower, but the performance was the most embarrassing.

The hull of more than 30,000 tons deftly made a small S-shaped maneuver on the sea surface, and countless shells fell one after another on the sea surface around it, splashing countless monstrous white water columns.

Overlooking the sea, the battleship is like a traveler, wandering among the snow trees and silver flowers.

However, in the bridge of the Prestige, the captain, Colonel Martin, had no leisure for travel.

Looking up at the sky, the sky is overcast and you can't see the edge.

Looking down at the bow of the ship, the cold wind whipped up the crests of the waves, flew and slapped onto the deck, crashing into pieces and falling back to the surface, leaving a trail of white foam, and then making a comeback.

On the battlecruiser Prestige, the mood of more than a thousand crew members at this time was as turbulent as the waves, especially the gunners and rangefinders of the stern main guns, who were even more frightened.

Two fifteen-inch naval guns shook their muzzles, frantically firing round after round of shells at the two hunters behind them, trying to take out the two haunting killers.

Helplessly, the sea was high and the waves were rapid, the battleship was undulating in the waves, and the ship kept flicking its tail and making a sharp turn, and the cannonballs fired were basically missing, and the landing point could not be seen until the water fell into the water and splashed a tall column of water.

After more than two hours of escape and shelling, not a single shell from the stern main gun of the Prestige hit the enemy, which was completely unimaginable in peacetime.

Fortunately, the two enemies behind them were also disturbed by the rough sea conditions. Not a single shell hit the Prestige.

A heavy cruiser of more than 14,000 tons of Admiral Hipper. A German-class armored ship of more than 11,000 tons. The combined weight of the two warships was not comparable to that of the 33,000-ton Prestige, but it was unbelievable that the Prestige could be put in such an embarrassing situation.

Colonel Martin listened sullenly to the sound of cannon fire coming from the stern of the ship.

Under the ravages of strong winds, the originally deafening sound of shelling reached the bridge, like a deflated fart, which sounded particularly harsh.

"Turn right twenty degrees, head 115, and go at full speed." Colonel Martin said in a muffled voice.

It seems that it was known that Colonel Martin would give such an order. The Prestige then made an elegant drifting motion and turned around to the right.

After a sharp turn, seven four-inch secondary guns on the starboard side opened fire first.

The four bow guns, pointed at the starboard side at maximum angles, also came into play.

The gunners took the ranging, aiming, and reloading processes into a stunning salvo.

Rows of white and swaying columns of water immediately surrounded the Admiral Hipper.

A four-inch shell hit the port side of the ship, sending shards of steel flying in the air and clanging across the bridge.

The Admiral Hipper made a sharp U-turn and turned to the port side, facing the Prestige with the starboard side.

Six 105-mm high-level dual-purpose guns on the starboard side returned fire.

The eight 203-mm guns also readjusted their muzzles and fired shells one after another.

A shell hit the prestige's mainmast, blowing the mast off and raining steel shards on the superstructure.

The mainmast shook violently. Dancing in the wind like a pine tree.

The two sides fought again with the help of the moment of turning, and each obtained a narrow result. Then turn the bow of the ship and enter pursuit mode again.

A little pungent smoke ran down the vents into the bridge, and Colonel Martin twitched his nose a few times.

Colonel Martin rubbed his nose, walked into the operational command room in the back, and asked the operational staff officer: "Where have the cruisers Aurora and Hermioni arrived?" How long is there left? ”

"They are thirty-five nautical miles away from us and are approaching the east of our course, and they need to provide us with a rendezvous point before they can join the fight."

"How far are the destroyers Volunteer and Prowler from us?" Colonel Martin then asked.

"They're about forty nautical miles away from us, and they need us to provide a rendezvous point to be able to fight."

"I understand that we must be twisted into a force to fight our enemy, otherwise we can only be divided and surrounded by the enemy, and all of them will be annihilated, and you will immediately calculate a rendezvous point according to the course and speed between the three of us." Colonel Martin ordered.

The operational staff officers immediately went to the charts to mark the positions of the three troops, and then drew the maps with compasses and rulers.

Colonel Martin touched his stubble-covered chin and waited for the results of the calculations as he silently calculated.

The destroyers USS Volunteer and USS Prowler were the ships escorting the USS Dreadnought, and they were the only reinforcements that Colonel Martin could find at this time.

The Aurora, like the light cruiser HMS Hermioni and HMS Prestige, were both survivors of the early naval battle, but they were also lightly wounded and were in a state of flight to the British mainland.

The two light cruisers were much luckier than the Prestige, and there was no pursuit from German battleships behind them.

After receiving Colonel Martin's request for help, he learned that the Prestige was in danger, and that two light cruisers and two destroyers with weak firepower did not hesitate to decide to enter the battle and cooperate with Colonel Martin to counterattack the German forces behind him.

After receiving the reply from the four warships, Colonel Martin could not help but burst into tears, this is the style of the Royal Navy of the British Empire.

Wiping away the tears of excitement from the corners of his eyes, Colonel Martin was full of ambition to fight a beautiful Jedi counterattack, at least to take out a German ship that was pursuing him, to avenge the Hood, the Prince of Wales, and all the British ships that died.

Colonel Martin silently calculated in his mind what tactics should be used to fight after the five battleships converged.

The combat staff officer suddenly stood up, pointed to the intersection of the three straight lines on the chart, and said: "In an hour and a half, we will meet here." ”

Colonel Martin glanced at the charts, quickly memorized the meeting point in his mind, and then said, "Inform them to meet here." ”

Leaving the combat command room, Colonel Martin looked through the glass to the east, in the direction of the British mainland.

In the unforgettable battle of the morning, full of blood and tears, there was a force in the darkness that blessed the Fame, and the Fame was only hit by two shells from the secondary guns of the German battleship, and all the main guns fired at the Fame were missed.

Even those obscene submarines launched a surprise attack on the Prestige, but it did not hurt the Prestige in the slightest.

With this mysterious power, the Prestige was successfully separated from the battlefield.

Also blessed by a mysterious force, the Prestige was chased and killed by two German warships for more than two hours without any fatal damage.

Colonel Martin had a hunch that this mysterious force would bless the Prestige for the next hour and a half, and then bless him to complete the Jedi counterattack.

The Prestige took advantage of every sharp turn of fire and engaged in a brief exchange of fire with the two ships that were tracking it, and the two main guns in the stern never stopped firing.

Each side received several shells fired from secondary guns, but no fatal damage was caused.

In the continuous sound of artillery, half an hour flashed by.

It was getting closer and closer to the meeting time that Colonel Martin had hoped for.

There was still an hour to go, the moment of the counterattack, and Colonel Martin looked at his watch in silent anticipation.

A faint light appeared under the gray clouds.

Piercing through the gloomy fog and churning sea, the Prestige swayed eastward, luring two prey toward the battlefield.

As we got closer to the point of the counterattack, the blood in Colonel Martin's body was getting hotter and hotter.

"Report, a telegram from the cruiser Aurora that everything is normal and that it will be able to rendezvous at the predetermined place."

"Report, the volunteers sent a telegram that they could rush to the battle site at the scheduled time to assemble and not disrupt the plan."

Colonel Martin nodded in satisfaction and was about to speak when the phone on his right suddenly rang.

The call came from the radar room.

"It was reported that the radar found two warships in the southeast, with a speed of 30 and a course of 355 degrees, at a distance of seventeen nautical miles."

Colonel Martin's eyebrows rose suddenly, could it be that reinforcements from the home fleet had arrived?

At this time period, in this direction, there should be no German battleships, they do not go around the front so fast.

It should be reinforcements, but why didn't the fleet command inform itself?

Colonel Martin was suspicious in his heart, guessing the identity of the other party.

To the southeast, inside the bridge of the Scharnhorst, the captain of the ship, Colonel Hoffmann, received a similar report.

"It was reported that the radar had detected signals from three warships in the northwest direction, with a speed of 27 and a course of 115, at a distance of seventeen nautical miles, led by one suspected to be the Prestige." (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)