A pillar of reddish, purple, orange and red light lit up the surrounding night sky hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, followed by billowing black smoke and white steam gushing out wildly from all parts of the Hood's hull, and the thick fog quickly filled the entire warship. The waves of the sea suddenly swept over, and the whistling sound was constantly mixed with a thunderous explosion, and this scene was exactly the last moment when the battlecruiser Invincible was killed 26 years ago!

Tovey stared blankly at the flagship that fell into a cloud of smoke not far away, and the picture in his pupils froze. A moment later, a sharp heart-rending pain erupted from his chest, and he staggered and slipped on the deck, and the sailors beside him were so frightened that they hurriedly dragged him back from the gap in the edge of the guardrail. What are you kidding, once Your Excellency the Commander accidentally falls into the water, with the current sea temperature, this old bone may have been fished up long ago.

A wave rolled up, splashing the fallen Tovey all over his face, and was stirred by the cold and biting saltwater, and the painful Tovey finally came to his senses a little, gritted his teeth and stood up again with the help of others.

As far as the eye can see, the smoke from the wall of fire that was billowing and tumbling just now has gradually dissipated. The Hood's bow was tilted almost 90 degrees vertically, and it was being swallowed up by the sea like a Titanic: a collapsed front chimney, a shattered main bridge, and then a twisted and completely destroyed B turret. The rear hull completely disappeared, and a high-speed whirlpool of death was stirred up on the surface of the sea, and all the floating objects within 100 meters around were sucked into the center and then disappeared, including more than a dozen seafarers who were desperately swimming to save themselves.

At this moment, a cloud of fire suddenly exploded and shot in front of Tovey's eyes - the A turret of the Hood, which was about to be engulfed, actually fired the last shot at the starboard enemy in a vertical state, and the dazzling muzzle flame pierced the sky, and also ignited the roaring fire in Tovey's heart to continue fighting!

"The Hood lives up to Nelson's glory, she fought to the last moment as the pride of the Royal Navy!" Tovey roared, tears welling up in his eyes, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes, "As long as we have one cannon left and one shell left, we will fight to the end and avenge our loved ones and compatriots!" ”

The diesel engine roared suddenly, carrying Tovey at 14 knots towards the new flagship London, and in the intervening minutes, the situation on the field changed again. At the end of the German column, the Spee Pocket Cruiser seemed to be surrounded by a sea of fire, its hull shattered and in disarray, its two huge main turrets hanging weakly, and only a few 128-mm secondary guns and some 40-mm machine guns were still desperately fighting back in the thick smoke. The two heavy cruisers, the Norfolk and the Dorsec, had turned their bows in unison and outflanked the Tirpitz from the flanks and rear. 203-mm shells slammed into the sea around the German battleship and soon observed the point of the first hit.

"Damn British, keep beating me, are you running so fast to go home and catch Old John next door!" The Spee's armored command tower, and the captain of the ship, Lancedorf, dropped the telescope and cursed. His eyes seemed to be about to erupt into flames as he glared at the enemy ship thousands of meters away, and in his eagerness and anxiety, he poured out a strong unwillingness that could not be contained.

A product of the shackles of the Treaty of Versailles, the Spee Pocket Cruiser was completely incapable of withstanding 203 mm shells at close range. In fact, even many of the old battleships in service were not immune to heavy cruisers within 4 kilometers: the main guns of the German Prinz Eugen had a penetration depth of 350 mm at a distance of 5 kilometers, and the main guns of the British heavy cruisers had less penetration, but they were not far behind. What's more, the Spee has only two main turrets, and its firepower survivability is significantly lower than that of the British Heavy Patrol, revealing her greatest weakness when she lands in this kind of close-range mutual stabbing combat.

In the face of the dense rain of bullets sprayed by the 16 203-mm cannons of the British ship, the Spee only lasted more than 3 minutes, and the two main turrets in the front and rear were pierced and wounded, completely losing its combat effectiveness. At this time, the target of her attack, the Dorsechshire, was not even broken, only one turret was destroyed, and the speed was only slightly reduced. In order not to disrupt the battle between the Tirpitz and the Prestige, Landsdorf ordered the warship to remain in the queue while filling the front and rear depots with water, making the Spee a meat shield-like presence.

Landsdorf's calculation was clear. The Speese is a large ship with a standard displacement of 13,000 tons, and the watertight structure is quite complete, even if the British heavy cruiser shells penetrate deeply, but with only its limited explosive capacity of 3kg, it is impossible to really sink itself without 60 or 70 rounds. As long as the main propellant is not ignited, he will have enough confidence to consume it with the British. If the British ship fired a torpedo at itself, it meant that it could not carry out a lightning strike on the Tirpitz for at least 20 minutes, not to mention that the Spee itself also had a certain mine protection capability, and the torpedo was by no means 100% able to hit before the warship lost power.

However, Landsdorf's plan was only half the battle. The British Heavy Patrol did beat the Reservoir Dogs at first, as if to pour out all the anger of their previous successive defeats, but as the Prestige Battle Patrol was defeated suddenly, the distress signal made the last two British Heavy Patrols who killed the red eyes wake up like a dream, and hurriedly threw down the crippled sandbags in front of them and rushed to support. Angered and anxious, Landsdorf could do nothing about the enemy's actions. His warships were equipped with heavy guns and no torpedoes, so he could only watch his opponents abandon himself and find other warships to wrestle.

"The ship turned right at 2 compass points, discharged the seawater of the launch compartment, completely extinguished the fire on the deck, and counted the injuries of the whole ship three minutes later." Landsdorf gritted his teeth, and gave instructions to deal with it. Now that the British have ignored themselves for the time being, it is pointless to continue to be meat, and it is time to lick the wounds. Afterwards, despite the dissuasion of his entourage, Landsdorf lit a cigar and went to the bridge of the navigation ship, and began to watch the battle in silence. In front of the warship, the thunder and artillery fire are still coming and going, but compared with the beginning of the war, both the number and frequency are too much lower.

"Captain, the Tirpitz's Caesar (C) turret was hit on the side. That's where the rangefinder is, and now the Tirpitz doesn't have a commander, and this blow has a great impact on the accuracy of fire! The young staff officer spoke nervously, his face full of worry. Landsdorf turned his head and glared at him, but his heart involuntarily tightened. As the two British heavy cruisers shifted and set fire, the flames on the Tirpitz rose higher and higher, and they had eight torpedoes on the side of the ship ready to fire, only to wait a few minutes to close the distance and launch a thunderous strike.

The sea breeze was cold, furrowing Landsdorf's brow. He suddenly realized a serious problem. At present, although the Hood has been sunk and another British battle cruiser, the Prestige, is on the verge of destruction, two German battleships have also suffered heavy damage. Not only were large areas of the ship's surface facilities destroyed, but the core areas such as the main turret and power compartment were also bound to be spared. The British still had 4 heavy cruisers with few injuries, plus light ships in front of the theater of operations, which were enough to launch another powerful torpedo attack. At that time, how should you defend yourself?

"Captain, the British destroyer seems to be coming!" The young staff officer suddenly pointed to the sea in the distance and exclaimed. Landsdorf looked intently, and couldn't help but twitch slightly. I saw four dazzling fireballs on the sea rapidly approaching the Bismarck, which was trying to stop it with the remaining large and small artillery. Farther ahead, hazy blazing candles burned on the dark sea, seemingly completely unmoving, except for the distant sound of cannons, which stirred up familiar waves on the restless waters.

"General Bont has not been able to stop the British destroyer after all......" Landsdorf whispered through gritted teeth.

The machinery hissed, the waves rolled, and British Rear Admiral Vincent screamed in pain for the medic to bandage the broken arm, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead. In the battle he had just passed, the German light ships behaved like a pack of mad dogs: in order to stop their own advance, they did not hesitate to desperately ram and block them with torpedoes and even hulls.

Vincent's left hand, now lost, was caused by a Z-destroyer hitting the Belfast conning tower with bow fire from 200 meters away. Although the latter was quickly torn to pieces by the ship's main guns, many more British battleships were entangled, damaged, and slowed down, and could no longer participate in the final lightning strike.

After a bloody battle, the British light ship group, which originally had an absolute advantage, only 4 warships broke through the formation at this time. In addition to the frenzied killing of the Germans, their torpedoes, which could not see the traces of water, were also the main culprits for the massive attrition of the British fleet. The two 10,000-ton light cruisers of the Newcastle and the Southampton were killed in the hands of torpedoes, otherwise, the thin formation of the German ship group would have been completely killed by the British ships. At this time, the 4 warships that rushed out of the German ship group were all covered in flames, among which the flagship Belfast had a right tilt of more than 12 degrees, and in order to maintain speed, it did not even carry out reverse water injection!

"Boom! Rumble! Seeing the huge cannonballs slashing at the head, causing an earth-shattering whizzing wall of water, Vincent was not surprised to see this, because he found that the opponent's medium-caliber firepower was very sparse, and this was the only weapon that could effectively stop the assault of the three destroyers behind him. It seems that the team's struggle has been fruitful, the German battleships are only the end of the crossbow, and their own wounded ships are enough to give it the final blow.

Under Vincent's command, the small fleet quickly shifted to lightning strike positions, and large clouds of smoke erupted from the decks of the ships to cover their approach. Torpedoes waited quietly in the deep pipes, as if carrying the last hope of the Royal Navy......