The first hit, the Admiral Schell had never had such good fortune since its launch, and it seemed to be something that would only happen to the Scharnhorst or the Gneisenau. The German battleships in the first row, except for the light cruiser on the far left, all began to enter the tense loading, due to the range, the Leipzig did not join the ranks of the fire, although her two 150 wheat stalks could reach each other, but considering the speed and weight of the end bullet, it was better not to let it out and be embarrassed.

While the battleships in the front row were still loading, the battleships in the second column fired a salvo. The German Navy's High Seas Fleet had an absolute advantage in long-range firepower, compared to the opponent's only three heavy cruisers and one battleship, the German fleet had six warships that could join the shelling of more than 20,000 meters.

All three ships relied on the reported shelling parameters of the warships in the front row, which had been corrected after the first round of firing, so that the effect was immediate, and the Gneisenau delivered a beautiful blow to the Royal Navy's flagship, the Kent.

A shell hit the rear of the British heavy cruiser directly, and the 75-kilogram piece of steel, which maintained a velocity of 300 meters per second at the end of the trajectory, first grazed the top of the lookout on the left side of the battle bridge of the USS Kent, and almost hit the secondary gun rangefinder on that side, and the shell magically swept over three huge chimneys, tore off four or five fixed steel cables, and then plunged diagonally into the seaplane ejection platform of the heavy cruiser at an angle of 17 degrees.

After effortlessly smashing through two thin layers of iron plates, the fine German-made fuse worked as always, and the 42-kilogram charge of the shell exploded in the compartment directly below the seaplane hangar. The explosion was very violent, the German pyrotechnics were of high quality, and the thin layer of armor of the Kent was penetrated from the inside.

On the side of the heavy cruiser, a hull about eight meters long had been knocked away, and the torn crack was riddled with holes, looking like an aluminum beer can that had been shot from a shotgun.

To make matters worse, the explosion tore open the aviation fuel tank under the hangar, and within seconds flames burst onto the hangar deck. The two walrus seaplanes in the hangar were set on fire, and several barrels of fuel and lubricants were piled up on one side of the hangar, billowing and black smoke and red tongues of fire gushed out of the hangar window, and the entire tail of the hull was shrouded in a suffocating pungent smoke.

The Royal Navy's well-trained damage management crews bravely rushed into the smoke, and the two damage management teams approached the fire from the upper and lower decks at the same time, and then suffered a second violent explosion, the oxygen cylinders and acetylene cylinders in the hangar exploded at the high temperature, and the instant high-temperature flames and shock waves swept across the deck and corridor with high-speed flying debris and smashed the entire platoon to pieces.

After a cacophony of metal cracking, the roof of the hangar collapsed. The steel beams crushed the two planes in the hangar, and the full fuel tanks of the planes were instantly burst, filling the raging fire with thousands of gallons of high-quality fuel, and the flames began to spread along the upper deck with the flowing fuel, and down the open staircase into the next cabin.

The Germans, unaware of the catastrophe that had taken place on the Kent, were applauding and rejoicing in the fact that they were able to accurately hit the enemy ship. The Pocket Battleship Lützov was not as lucky as her lead ship, and all three of her shells missed the target, but one of the shells that missed the cruiser narrowly deflected to the side of the cruiser, giving the Berwick a solid miss.

The shells of the German-class Type 28 heavy guns were of an older model. The shape of the bomb is relatively old, and the armor-piercing ability is average, but it is also very solid to fill with 36 kilograms of explosives, and the huge water pressure generated by the explosion deflates the thin underwater hull of the treaty-type heavy cruiser. The fifteen-millimetre-thick steel plate was twisted and deformed, the rivets were broken through the nail holes, and a five-meter-long hole was cracked in the hull, and seawater gushed into the freshwater tank on one side.

The results of the Prinz Eugen were the most brilliant in this round of shelling. This was thanks to the excellent fire control of the Count Hipper-class heavy cruisers, a brand new heavy cruiser that incorporated the latest military technology of the German Navy and a huge rangefinder that almost rivaled those battleships.

Three close misses. With one hit, the Prinz Eugen surpassed all the lead ships. The unfortunate victim was still the heavy cruiser USS Berwick, whose 203-mm shell hit her A turret diagonally head-on.

In the face of German semi-armor-piercing shells, the 25-mm layer of armor was as fragile as a piece of paper, and then a tragic explosion inevitably occurred.

The heavy cruiser had just finished firing a salvo, the turret was in the process of being reloaded, and the sailors had just unloaded the ammunition from the lifter and had not had time to fill the breech of the gun, when a Krupp product carrying 21 kilograms of high explosives smashed open the front armor and broke in. The German shell first grazed the tail of a 204 mm gun, then flew towards the ceiling of the turret, and no one could see how the shell exploded, because before that, fragments of the armor in front of the turret rag raged like shrapnel in the turret, killing everyone in the turret in an instant.

The flames of the explosion detonated the shells that were being raised on the bomb rack, to be precise, the firing cartridge placed under the shell, and the violent shock wave bent the guide rails on the elevator shaft of the turret hoist, jammed the fire cover that had not yet been closed, and the burning flames rushed down the bomb shaft into the ammunition room on the lower level of the turret, killing the sailors who were working intensively in the cabin, while they were removing the new cartridge from the ammunition depot hoisting machine, and the warhead had already been carried onto the turret hoist.

It all happened in an instant, and the whole process took less than two seconds. Before the British officers and men could understand what was happening, the A turret erupted like a volcano, the roof of the turret was completely lifted, the flying steel plates almost hit the bridge, flames sprayed from all the openings in the turret, and then there was a second big explosion, and the fireball rose higher than the bridge and the mainmast, followed by various twisted and broken pipes and broken parts, and the A turret threw its internal organs in all directions.

The tragic scene of the explosion frightened the captain of the Berwick, and he decisively ordered an urgent filling of water at the forward ammunition depot, fearing that the fire would spread to the ammunition depot in the bottom compartment, where hundreds of shells were stacked for the two forward main turrets, and in the event of an explosion, the front half of the warship would be blown to pieces.

Unbeknownst to the captain at this time, the fire door at the bottom of the A turret had actually been closed and the ammunition depot was now very safe, but the sailors poured seawater into the forward ammunition depot in strict accordance with the captain's instructions, resulting in the intact B turret being cut off from ammunition supply, and the Berwick lost all forward fire five minutes after the battle began.

As the fireball of the Berwick turret exploded, the Prinz Eugen's armored command tower was filled with jubilation.

A certain person who regarded himself as a fearless knight was a little resistant to entering the armored room at first, the reason seemed to be that hiding behind that thick layer of steel plates would lose the dignity of a German officer, standing in the face of enemy fire, and letting the sea breeze with gunpowder smoke blow on his face is the romance of naval warfare, but after seeing the Scheer pierce through the bridge of the opponent's battleship with one shot, the fearless knight did not hesitate to take the lead and ran into the armored conning tower.

"Didn't see the fireball, didn't see the big fireball, God, we killed her!" Randolph shouted excitedly as he held a high-powered telescope.

"Not yet, she's still in formation, neither slowing down nor losing control, but don't worry, we've wounded her a lot, my men are the best in the German navy, and we'll send that British ship to the bottom of the sea soon." Feng. Hertz stood aside with his binoculars and said triumphantly to Randolph.

"Hahaha, dear Christian, do you think the Englishmen have peed their pants in fear, they thought they still had the seas in their hands, and these arrogant fellows were probably trembling with fear right now, regretting this self-defeating challenge to us.

The German team led by the Great Führer is invincible, whether it is land, air or sea, we are the strongest. As one of the Führer's most trusted subordinates, I am immensely proud to be able to witness this fact for myself. With that, Randolph put down his binoculars and looked around at every officer and soldier in the command cabin in what he thought was the most solemn posture.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, not knowing what tricks he was doing. The result is still Feng. Hertz's mind was spinning the fastest, and he stood in place with his chest straight, raising his right arm straight.

"Hi Reinhardt! Hi Reinhardt! Hi Reinhardt! The admiral shouted. The subordinates finally reacted, and hurriedly followed the captain to stand up and salute, chanting the name of the Führer to show their loyalty.

"Hey! Reinhart! Randolph was very pleased with the scene before him, and it was his natural duty as a confidant to demonstrate the Führer's prestige at all times. Of course, more importantly, his little vanity can also be satisfied.

"The Führer will be very pleased to see the British Navy in a crushing defeat, and now he needs you to continue to work hard, and I will truthfully report to the Führer what I have seen, so everyone, for more glory and praise, fight hard." Randolph turned around and continued to pick up his binoculars and look ahead.

"This performance is really handsome, should I go back and find a painter to paint a portrait, the name is "Randolph in the Battle of England"...... Well...... Or "Randolph on the Prinz Eugen". Hanging on the family's wall of honor will definitely make the old guys in the family happy. The young SS major thought to himself. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)