"The Frankfurt is finished......" Colin stood on the bridge of the heavy cruiser Lorraine, looking at the tail sinking into the water, the bow of the ship floating out of the water and the slowly sinking Frankfurt, shaking his head and sighing.

"There are a lot of sailors on the Frankfurt on the sea, are we going to stop the ship and save people?" A staff officer held up a telescope and looked at the ant-like man on the surface of the sea, and asked Colin.

"Nonsense." Colin turned his head away from the destruction of the Frankfurt and the people in the water, "Of course we don't save it!" Where do you think we are and what are we doing? Now is not a drill, do you think the British will watch us save people and not take the opportunity to beat us up? ”

"Good...... All right. The staff officer couldn't bear to glance at the wreckage that was half in the water, and whispered.

"Boom!" Just when the only bow of the Frankfurt that was still above the surface and had been perpendicular to the sea was about to sink completely, a familiar roar of German officers and men came from the Frankfurt and echoed on the surface of the sea for a long time.

That's the sound of a salvo from the Frankfurt's first turret! It was also the last roar left by this heroic German heavy cruiser in this world!

No one knows how the German naval officers and sailors in turret No. 1 fired their guns at a position 90 degrees perpendicular to the sea, but their spirit of fighting until the end of their lives expressed to the world what the spirit of the German Navy was.

Naturally, the last three shells fired by the Frankfurt were inaccurate, but in other words, they hit their targets with extreme accuracy.

British Royal Navy, bridge of the battleship George V.

Cunningham and a group of senior British admirals stood straight by the porthole, silently holding binoculars and watching the Frankfurt disappear into the sea.

After a long time, Cunningham put down the telescope in his hand, took off his military cap, held it in his left hand, and solemnly saluted the standard British Navy in the direction of the sinking of the Frankfurt.

Other officers followed suit, paying their highest respect to the enemy.

"Putting aside the positions of both of us, there is no doubt that those enemies on the other side are a group of respectable opponents." Cunningham lowered his right hand, put his hat back on, and exclaimed to the officer beside him, "It's hard for me to imagine what has allowed this High Seas Fleet to rise again in just over 20 years, to match or even surpass the High Seas Fleet at the height of World War I—both in terms of equipment and spirit...... If we in England have this naval spirit because we have Nelson, then what does Germany have? ”

"Maybe it's because they have the cruiser Emden, maybe it's because they have the battleship Frederick the Great, maybe it's because they have the cruiser Hindenburg......" said one senior officer slowly, "maybe because they have von Luth, or maybe because they have the ...... Leon Andrés."

"Yes......" Cunningham smiled bitterly, "our opponents are getting stronger and stronger, and I have a hunch that the sun is going down and that the era of England is coming to an end......"

"But until the sun goes down, we're still going to fight for England!" All the officers said in unison.

"They have their insistence, and we have our ......" Cunningham straightened his 57-year-old back again, "and sent a telegram to the remaining German warships on the opposite side through the public frequency, saying that if they surrender and withdraw their arms, we can let them go!" ”

"Understood!" The communications officer saluted, and quickly ran to the electromechanical officer to send the message.

Soon, the German ship called back.

"General, the commander on the other side called back." The communications officer ran back with a call back, "He said that if they were not part of the High Seas Fleet, they would definitely consider our proposal, but alas, they are the German Navy. ”

"Hmm." Cunningham nodded, this result was expected by him, "Then tell them again, we can send a destroyer to rescue the soldiers who have fallen overboard, but they can't open fire." ”

"Okay." The Communications Officer nodded, and turned to leave again.

As last time, the Germans quickly replied.

"General, they accepted our offer and thanked us."

"Let the destroyer 'Lure' break out of formation, go to rescue the German officers and men who have fallen into the water, and return directly to Portsmouth after completing the mission." Cunningham ordered.

While one of the signalmen was taking the order, the Lorraine and Ron also emerged from the shadow of the sinking of the Frankfurt and began to fire again on the George V.

The battle resumed.

Two hours later, in the waters of northeastern Belgium.

"Keep shooting! Sink this shit battleship! Admiral Ernst Lindemann viciously patted the table in front of him and pointed to the French battleship Dunkirk, which was about to slip 18,000 meters ahead.

"Boom!" Another salvo was fired, and 9 406mm high-speed heavy bombs whistled out of the barrel, thinking that the Dunkirk, which had already been seriously wounded, flew away.

"Hit the target! Two close misses, two direct hits! The officer in charge of observing the impact point quickly reported the results to Captain Lindemann and Battlefleet Commander Lütjans, "The Dunkirk is finished, it's finished!" ”

In the distance, the armor under the second turret of the battleship Dunkirk bulged visibly, and then a violent explosion erupted, breaking into two sections and quickly sinking into the sea.

Seeing that this was not going well, the other two French battleships, which were badly wounded, quickly turned around with a fleet of light and heavy cruisers and destroyers, intending to withdraw from the battlefield.

"Do you want to chase?" Lindemann asked Ruetjens on the side.

"Don't chase! Make a U-turn and we're heading back to Den Held! "Send a message to Admiral Raeder that we have sunk one and damaged two French battleships, and that we have managed to get rid of the entanglement of the French Navy, and are hurrying back to the Den Heldt Naval Base!" ”

"Understood!"

A few minutes later.

"General Lütjans, Admiral Raeder called back and ordered us to immediately turn around and head north to meet the aircraft carrier fleet under his command."

"What? What does general mean? Rutteyans' face was full of confusion.

At the same time, the bridge of the aircraft carrier USS Lyon Andrés.

Raeder sat dumbfounded in the fleet commander's lounge, clutching a telegram in his hand, and he had been in that position for an hour.

It can be vaguely seen that the message was a communication message between him and the Den Heldt garrison fleet.

"Lyon Andrés: Ron, Lorraine, Frankfurt, here is Erich Johann Albert Raeder, commander of the German High Seas Fleet, please call back immediately upon receipt of the message!

Ron: Ron's received.

León Andrés: Report your situation!

Ron: The situation is not good, the Frankfurt and Lorraine have been sunk, the ship has been heavily damaged, all four main guns have been destroyed, the bridge has been directly hit, all the bridge officers from the first mate (temporary captain) down, all the officers on the bridge have been killed, I am the chief engineer, and now the Ron is under my temporary command.

León Andrés: I order you to withdraw from the battle immediately! Don't make fearless sacrifices! The battlefleet is already on the verge of repulsing the French navy, and they will soon be back!

HMS Ron: I'm directing the remaining officers and men of the ship to return fire with two 128mm secondary guns and 40mm anti-aircraft guns...... We damaged the new British battleship...... We can't go...... If the Empire remembers us, sink three Iron Crosses where we sink! Long live the Empire! ”