Admiral Tovey turned his face away in pain, unable to bear to look at the tragic scene in front of him. The light cruiser Glasgow could no longer be saved, and the thin hull of this light cruiser could not withstand the explosion of large mines at all, not to mention two in a row.

"Leave two destroyers for the rescue. Just leave Nestor and Nizan behind, the crews of these two destroyers lack actual combat experience and do not make much difference. ”

Tovey's decision to leave the other two rookie destroyers behind to rescue the overboard crew on the three ships proved that the botched performance of the four new destroyers along the way proved that it was a mistake to take these rookies into battle, and that they were not sufficiently trained, and that it might be too early for them to go into battle.

The Germans had already reduced the fleet by a quarter without firing a single shot, and Tovey was now a little nervous, not knowing whether he would be able to accomplish the task with his current strength, and he could only pray for the favor of Britain and good fortune.

It's one thing to be angry, it's another thing to actually operate, what gives up the mission and leads the team back to the voyage or something like that is just a moment of angry talk, it's okay to stimulate the nerves of the group of bigwigs in London, if you really do this, Tovey can't afford that kind of consequences. The Royal Navy can be said to have hollowed out its family for this operation, this is the last effort made by the Royal Navy to save Britain, and it is also the last chance to save the British Empire, and no one can afford to lose. Tovey had long been prepared in his heart for victory or a glorious death.

The formation of the two cutting-edge destroyers broke away and began to cautiously approach the sea area of the sunken ship. No one knows where the boundaries of the minefield are, and the rookies can only entrust themselves to an unknown fate.

The Glasgow had flipped its hull over, and the barnacle-covered hull was crawling with surviving sailors. There was a thick layer of oil floating in the sea, the soldiers who fell into the water struggled and screamed in the toxic oil layer, and the sailors on the hull of the ship kept throwing out lifebuoys attached to the lifeline, dragging one after another oil-stained comrades onto the hull.

Many sailors took off their vests and waved at the fleet in the distance, but they saw that the battleships did not have the slightest intention of stopping, but increased their speed and quickly disappeared in their sight.

Just when the sailors were in despair. The two destroyers on the periphery of the fleet suddenly broke away from the formation and turned around towards the survivors, and the originally oppressive atmosphere at the scene was once again lively. The sailors began to cheer, and the frequency of waving their vests increased a little.

Some of the surviving officers were not as happy as the sailors, and they were looking apprehensively towards the other side of the sea, where they could see in the distance that the formation of German torpedo boats was also turning. The pale grey hull disappears in the waves.

"We were already an hour behind schedule. Order the fleet to increase its speed by two more knots, hoping to reach Dover before five o'clock, otherwise we will have to attack in the dark, and we may not be able to achieve the desired effect. Admiral Tovey stood on the bridge in the open air against the sea breeze, and now he had adjusted his mindset and no longer thought about the bad luck that had befallen him, and he had reverted to the calm and wise fleet commander.

"Sir! A telegram was sent from the command that Dover was being bombarded by German large-caliber heavy artillery on the opposite bank. The Germans began this headless shelling in the early hours of the morning and have not stopped until now. The Germans also dispatched a large number of dive bombers. Dover was badly damaged, communications facilities were destroyed, and communication with London was never restored. London was also new to the situation. The command ordered us to speed up, the situation was urgent, and the Germans could launch a landing at any moment. The communications staff officer hurried to the bridge with a telegram, and after reporting the telegram, he handed it to the fleet commander.

"Four more knots, no more fuel savings, all accelerate to 24 knots, and we will reach the Strait of Dover at full speed." After reading the telegram, Tovey gave the order to move forward at full speed without hesitation.

In fact, most of the ships here can run to more than 30 knots, but they were dragged back by the Queen Elizabeth, this battleship can barely drive up to 25 knots, but that is just when it was launched, although the main engine has been modernized, but at the same time, a lot of new equipment has been added, the weight and volume have increased, and now it can only run to about 24 knots at most, and it is not possible to maintain this top speed for a long time, otherwise it will cause permanent damage to the crew.

But now Tovey doesn't care about this, the fate of Britain is in jeopardy, as long as he can save the country, what does it matter if he runs away from a battleship, if this battleship is not the main strike firepower in the fleet, he wants to throw her down and take all the high-speed ships first.

The British fleet moved at full speed, the bow of the ship rising high and cresting until the middle of the hull before re-sinking into the sea. Tovey sat at the chart table, frowning as his staff officers drew the route of the fleet on the charts, two hours to go before Dover, and prayed that God would bless Britain and allow him to reach Dover in time to defeat the German naval fleet and ruin the Germans' landing ambitions.

His prayers had apparently worked, and five minutes later, Tovey found himself no longer worried about whether he would be able to make it to Dover in time to prevent the German landing, and the German naval fleet was in a neat formation on the distant horizon, swooping down on his fleet.

"Oh, my dear Hilde, you must be the illegitimate son of Lady Fortune. I didn't expect to work with you again and encounter the opportunity to fight the British Navy head-on, but I thought I would be stupid enough to shoot at the British bunkers on the coast. "Christian. Feng. Admiral Hertz was in a very good mood, wearing his custom-made German naval officer's dress in Paris, carrying a silver-plated telescope custom-made in Berlin, a naval officer's saber custom-made in Solingen at his waist, and an Iron Cross of the First Class hanging on his chest, with silver trim shining.

"Of course, my dear Christian, Lady Fortune has been watching over me, and this is my reward for my service to the Great Führer. As you may have heard, the Führer was an apostle sent by God. And I'm his most trusted subordinate. So, thank me, Christian. Dedicate the two bottles of Bordeaux you hid in the captain's room. The young SS major smirked as he put one arm behind his back and rested the other lightly on the compass for a poss that he found cooler.

Randolph now wears an SS summer gown, with a snow-white open-collar top with silver buttons and silver trim on his shoulders. Instead of wearing an SS brown shirt, he wore a white hard-collared shirt with a black tie. The tie is clasped with a shiny silver base camp eagle emblem. On the collar of the suit of the uniform was the embroidered collar badge of the commander of the 2nd SS commando, and the pocket was buttoned with a medal slip, and a white armed belt and silver buckle were tied around the waist. On one side hangs the gladius of honor from the headquarters of the high command. He wore black breeches underneath and shiny high leather boots that tightly hugged his calves.

"Don't want to touch my dear, you playboy." The Colonel smiled and lowered his binoculars.

"Speaking of which, I was surprised to see you again. I knew that the Führer would definitely send observers, but I didn't expect it to be you. ”

"Who else but me, I am the Führer's most trusted subordinate, and this time I have volunteered to take up this position. I also deliberately chose the Prinz Eugen, after the last incident. I think she's a great fit for me and has a lot of luck, so thank me, Christian. Randolph picked up his small binoculars from a nearby shelf and looked at the British fleet in the distance.

"The flagship has sent a signal! Converted into a double column, the destroyers were regrouped on the flanks. The signalman reported loudly from the lookout.

"Understood, Navigator, follow the lead ship and keep your distance." Hertz gave the order loudly.

"By the way, dear Major Randolph, I remember the last banquet after the award ceremony, I always had a question, you disappeared in the middle of the banquet, where did you go at that time? I remember that there was an SS colonel looking for you all over the ballroom, and there was nothing wrong. "Feng. Hertz asked, turning to Randolph.

"Haha...... Ha...... It's a little thing, why do you think to ask this now, we're at war. Randolph turned his gaze to the other side, and once again picked up his small telescope and pretended to observe the enemy.

"There must be something, hey, you got the telescope upside down."

The German new high seas fleet almost poured out for this landing, leaving only two or three training ships and a bunch of minesweepers, minelayers, submarine hunters and patrol ships in Germany, it can be said that the current German territorial waters are almost undefended, but Germany has no other maritime enemies, air force bombers and submarines to choke the exit of the North Sea, but there is no need to worry about the mainland will be raided.

The battleship Admiral Scheer still served as the flagship of the fleet, and the Lützov was finally fitted with a new stern, and the latest anti-aircraft guns were added during the repairs, and now it looks as if it had just been launched.

The Scharnhorst and Gleisenno were close behind Lützov, and they were also rested as good as new, painted in beautiful black, white and gray folded camouflage.

The Hipper was the lead ship of the cruiser and was at the head of the second column, followed by the Leipzig and Emden. The Kern and Nuremberg were hunting a fleet in the center of the Atlantic at this time, so they were unable to participate in the battle.

Flanked by eight Z-destroyers, the largest number that the German Navy could draw, the remaining ten destroyers were hunting merchant ships in the North Sea and the Atlantic, and a sufficient number had to be maintained to maintain the naval blockade line, and the British could not be given a respite for a single battle.

The British and German armies had already seen each other's opponents, and the best of the two navies had been gathered, and the two fleets were staring at their opponents, constantly changing their formations and courses, and maintaining their highest speeds and approaching rapidly.

The huge barrel of the cannon was raised high, the turret slowly turned with the position of the enemy, the shells had long been stuffed into the chamber and ready to go, and the officers and men began to pray to God for their ultimate victory. The English Channel is full of war clouds, and the old and new hatreds of the British and German navies for decades will be finally settled here. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)