The catastrophe of the Royal Navy did not end there, and the largest collision in the history of the British Home Fleet was only just being unveiled.

The violent collision of the heavy cruiser stunned the Leander light cruiser that followed closely, the captain of the lead ship reacted very quickly, he personally took the rudder and began to turn sharply to starboard, avoiding the two heavy cruisers biting together, the captain who was directing the operation on the upper bridge was also frightened by the tragic situation in front of him, he looked at the two overlapping behemoths in amazement, and only after the turn was over did he remember to order an evasive warning to the follow-up light patrol formation, but at this time it was obviously too late.

The light cruisers lined up in a neat artillery column, and in order to ensure the density of firepower, the distance between the front and rear of the two ships was only 500 meters, barely enough time to make evasive actions. The other two light cruisers of the Leander class did not see the collision ahead, and they also focused on the artillery battle with the German heavy cruisers, and by the time they received the captain's warning, the Leander had already turned to give way to the lane, and they realized that the two heavy cruisers in front of them were entangled and blocked in their own course.

The Achilles slowed down and turned to the right to avoid it, and she attempted to follow the Leander to maintain the column. The Neptune chose to turn to the left, as the Achilles was slowing down, and if Neptune chose to turn on the same side, it would definitely collide with its sister ship. This action of the Neptune led to the collapse of the light cruiser formation, and the four subsequent light cruisers did not know what was going on in front of them, and the formation fell into a short period of confusion.

The Zealous was engaged in a fierce artillery battle with the Admiral Hipper, and the German shells had a greater impact on it than initially estimated. Now only the rear chimney is functioning, the flue and exhaust system in the front are completely destroyed, and the temperature in the front cabin has reached the limit of what the human body can bear. The engineers continued to carry out their posts on their own volition, and many of them had fallen into severe heat stroke and dehydration.

The helmsman in the wheelhouse of the Zealous noticed the movement of the fleet ahead, and before he could report to the captain, the Neptune suddenly turned to the left. At this time, the officer on the bridge also saw the two entangled heavy patrols in front of him, and the pilot light patrol that avoided on both sides, one left and one right, so he chose hell to fall from the sky. Whether to turn to the left to follow Neptune, or to the right to continue to follow the lead ship.

The captain who reacted too quickly made the opposite judgment with the captain of the ship. Contradictory orders were issued almost simultaneously, leaving the helmsman at a loss for a moment. The captain's order to reconfirm was urgently communicated, and the wheelhouse hurriedly pulled the bell to order the engine room to slow down. However, she found that she did not get any feedback from the cabin, and it was too late to contact her with the intercom, so she had to maintain her highest speed and make a sharp turn to the right, accompanied by a terrible sound of metal twisting. The Zealous's hull leaned inward.

The next second. The officers on the bridge of the Zealous were suddenly horrified to find that the Manchester, which had been following the Zeal, was approaching their flank at high speed, and its course was exactly through the current course of the Zeal.

"Pull Collision Alert!" On the bridge of the Zealous, the captain had only time to shout the order, and before the sailors could pull down the power switch of the siren, the Manchester had already stopped and crashed into the Zealous. The sharp bow of the Manchester plunged into the bridge of the Zeal, and then the bow rose high, almost priing the small bridge off the hull.

The violent collision caused everything on the decks of the two light cruisers that was not tied and fixed to their original positions. Among them were dozens of sailors who were fighting their gun emplacements, and their bodies were thrown high off the platform. Then they fell heavily to the hard upper cabins and decks, and many people fell into the sea screaming, and only struggled twice before they never floated again, and the sailors in the cabin were even more bleeding and broken, and the wails of one after another sounded like the tide of the sea, echoing in the corridors of the two light cabins.

The Manchester received a radio command from the lead ship, and she knew what was going on, so she deflected the bow of the ship and left its original course before the Zealous could turn. These two light patrols were drawn from two detachments, and they had never served in the same fleet, nor had they ever cooperated in formation. The Manchester did not slow down in the slightest in the slightest in the hope that the Zealous had received the same warning and would be aware of its movements. She was single-minded on catching up with the lead ship of the column in front and continuing her battle.

The hostile environment of the engine room made it impossible for the sailors to receive the order from the bridge in time, and the panicked helmsman turned the steering wheel at too many angles, and as a result, it was directly across the channel of Manchester.

The captain of the Zealous was on the right side of the bridge at the time of the impact, and the violent impact threw him to the other side of the bridge, his forehead hitting the handle of the hatch, and blood splattered out. The lieutenant commander pulled out his handkerchief and pressed it tightly to his forehead, and he noticed that one shoulder might have been dislocated. Resisting the dizziness, the lieutenant colonel stood up, lay on the window frame on the side of the bridge and began to vomit, when a huge shadow appeared in the corner of his eye, and the lieutenant colonel gasped and raised his head, and then saw a scene that he would never forget.

Less than a hundred metres from the Zeal, the Liverpool was passing by the Zealous at full speed. It can be clearly seen that the bridge of the light cruiser has collapsed forward, and a shocking hole has opened under the bridge, and smoke is billowing out. The sailors on the Liverpool were running around the deck in panic, and the captain of the Zealous saw some sailors gathered on the deck of the lifeboat, pushing the two longboats with great difficulty.

The lieutenant commander was a little surprised by the behavior of the sailors on the Liverpool, and he watched in a daze as the light patrol overtook the Zealous and continued to gallop forward. The captain of the Zealous followed the Liverpool, and he found that the light cruiser had not made any evasive maneuvers at all, and just kept its top speed and pounced on the two heavy cruisers.

"Oh God." The captain finally understood the strange behavior of the Liverpool sailors, and his eyes widened. Seeing that the light cruiser crashed headlong into the gap between the two heavy cruisers, the violent collision sound could be clearly heard even by him.

The forward bridge and wheelhouse of the Liverpool were completely destroyed, and the torpedo chief of the light cruiser eventually took over the ship. He ran into the spare bridge next to the ship's backmast, where there was a spare set of command and steering equipment to deal with the situation.

The rear bridge had no forward visibility, and the torpedo chief ordered one of the officers to climb up to the open-air lookout at the top of the bridge, use the ship's telephone to relay the command signal to him, and keep an eye on the course of the fleet to ensure his position in the queue.

At that time, the rudder of the Manchester gave way to the channel ahead. The Liverpool, which thought that the opponent was malfunctioning, did not hesitate to accelerate to the former's position, and then the Zealous also began to turn suddenly, and the officer was ready to be born until the last moment. Only then did I find out that there had been an accident right in front of me.

The officer hurriedly used the phone to report the new situation to the torpedo chief, but found that the phone could not be connected. The dead-eyed prep tossed the phone back and forth, and by the time he remembered that maybe he should make a trip himself, the deck was already in chaos.

The first to notice that the situation was not right were the gunners of the front main guns. These gunners were all recruits. The oldest was less than seventeen years old. The sailors, who were struggling to open fire, stumbled upon the heavy cruiser in the distant sea, and they were amazed by the spectacle, and at the same time could not help praying and mourning for the sailors on the two poor ships.

At this time, everyone thought that the battleship would change course the next moment, but then they realized that they were wrong, the course of the battleship did not change in the slightest, and the Liverpool was moving at a speed of 24 knots towards the two piles of steel.

The turret commander tried to inquire about the situation, but found that the connection with the spare bridge had been cut off, and they saw the Zealous collide with the Manchester. The gunners, unable to withstand the pressure, rushed out of the turret, believing that the battleship had lost control. Everyone rushed towards the lifeboat deck.

The German Navy witnessed the entire process of this unprecedented series of collisions from a distance, and the entire German fleet was so stunned by what they saw that they forgot to continue firing at each other. This kind of scene is simply rare in a century, in just one minute, five British battleships collided with each other alternately, and the surviving warships blindly began to turn in circles and fell into a panic, and the battle line of the British naval fleet collapsed in an instant.

Raeder was the first to react from his surprise, looking at the chaotic British fleet, the commander-in-chief of the German Navy couldn't help but be overjoyed, this may be another miracle show of the apostle of God, God is on the side of the German Navy, and now it will be a long time before he takes the opportunity to beat the water dogs.

The German naval formation immediately changed course and swooped straight towards the remnants of the British fleet.

"Scatter them, divide them, surround them, break them, destroy them." Raeder's order to his men was simple and straightforward, but the captains felt the power of the order.

The German fleet began to split into three columns, and at full speed it was attacking, outflanking, and detouring the British ships.

The British fleet was in extreme confusion at this time, and the various detachments had lost their unified command at this time. The surviving battleships tried their best to get closer to the flagship formation, the normal grouping no longer existed, and the light cruisers completely lost their formation and could only fight separately with individual ships.

The British destroyers, who had been on the inner side of the fleet, showed remarkable courage, they did not receive orders from the flagship, but the commander of the destroyer detachment felt that someone had to step forward at this time to buy time for the fleet to regroup.

The commander of the destroyer detachment believed that the battle was irretrievable, that the British Royal Navy had completely failed in this campaign, and that the only thing that could be done now was to save as many surviving ships as possible and save the last vestiges of face for the Royal Navy.

The four J-destroyers cut out of the interior in columns, increased their speed to 36 knots, and began to charge at high speed while firing at the German fleet with all their guns. The destroyer fleet swept diagonally across the battlefield while releasing snow-white chemical fumes, and soon created a wall of smoke sixty meters high and four hundred meters long in front of the German navy, obscuring the view of the German battleships.

"Shoot! Kill those four destroyers! "Raeder was thundering in the command tower, how could he tolerate being hindered by others at the moment when he reaped the final victory, let alone four small destroyers who were not able to do anything.

The next moment, almost all the German battleships began to attack the four British destroyers. The British destroyer was instantly surrounded by dense artillery fire of various calibers. The destroyer commander calmly led the formation to maneuver quickly to the left and right, and even tried to launch a torpedo attack, but no matter how skilled he was, he could not make up for the numerical gap, and he did everything he could, and finally a 283-mm shell ended the brave naval officer's hard work.

Four destroyers were shot one after another and sank to the bottom of the sea, and two of them even had a large explosion of torpedo tubes, and the broken hulls sank to the bottom of the sea within 10 seconds, and none of the crew members of the two destroyers survived.

Tovey had completely given up hope by this point, and when Cumberland collided with the Berwick, he was still confident of continuing the fight, but when the second and third collisions occurred, he knew that the tide was over, and that his final moment with the British Home Fleet had arrived, but he definitely did not want him to throw in the towel.

"Give an order to the Queen Elizabeth to immediately break through to the Strait of Dover at full speed, we will entangle the German fleet for her, and if the breakthrough is successful, order the Queen Elizabeth to continue to complete the mission, even if it is a cannonball at the German landing fleet, it will be a victory for the British Royal Navy, and we have done our duty for the Empire." Tovey stood in the bridge and gave the order to the chief of staff.

"Commander, the Kent can continue to fight." The captain stood aside and reported with his chest held up.

"Very good, now send a signal, all ships are moving closer to the flagship, the flagship will take the lead in the charge, hoisting the Z-flag, the British Empire needs every sailor to stick to his post." The Kent turned its bow and led the remaining three light cruisers, in an unformed formation, releasing smoke as it charged the German fleet.

The Queen Elizabeth slowly turned around and headed straight for the Strait of Dover under the cover of smoke.

"The battleship Queen Elizabeth is breaking through!" Feng , who had been staring at this battleship for a long time. Captain Royan Kram reported the situation to Raeder.

"Leave that boat alone, she can't make it into the Strait of Dover, where a group of old friends are waiting for her. Order the fleet, surround those four British cruisers, attack with all your might, and send them all to the bottom of the sea!"

The battle has reached this level, Raeder feels that the overall situation has been decided, and with such a brilliant victory, the German Navy has never sunk a single warship, which is already unexpectedly lucky, there is no need to cause unnecessary losses for a battleship that is still trapped, Raeder's mentality has changed, and keeping the record of not sinking a battleship until the end is what he wants most at present.

In the wide channel outside the Strait of Dover, three huge warships were waiting solemnly, and a lone shadow appeared on the sea level, accompanied by the piercing electric bell, the huge turret began to slowly turn, and the thick barrel slowly rose up...... (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)