"Judging from the report, this time the Imperial Navy will do whatever it takes to complete the operation, my Führer."

Weierle gently put down the expensive celadon tea cup in his hand, and said with a wry smile on his arms.

"Although this time the harvest is very large, but I personally think that Marshal Raeder is a little too impatient, is he so anxious to build a new ship? Could it be that for the sake of those funds, the Navy did not hesitate to sink a few warships for this? ”

"You mean the Navy's losses this time. Wehrle, I'm thinking about that as well. Although these losses are nothing compared to our results this time, they ...... Marshal Raeder really gave me a headache. ”

Xu Jun also shook his head at his chief of staff with a wry smile, and then he turned his face to the naval officer who was still standing upright in front of him and raised his hand and signaled, "Keep reporting, Major Sorens, I want to know all the details." ”

"Yes, my Führer. Five minutes after the start of the battle, the heavy cruiser York, the flagship of the enemy, was completely incapacitated, and General Lütjans gave the order according to the situation on the battlefield at that time......"

The naval battle was in full swing, the warships on both sides were frantically projecting shells of various calibers at the opponent, the air echoed like rolling thunder, and the sea was set up with forests composed of large and small water columns, and this sea area was now half of the sea and the other half of the fire.

With the smoke of unburned propellant in the breech, the colorful plumes of smoke that the battleship used to cover its own smoke and mark the landing point of the shells, the billowing smoke gushing out from the various breaches of the battleship after it was hit, the shining flames from the muzzles of various caliber guns, the colorful wake of tracer bullets, and the various command flags fluttering on the mast are mixed together, presenting a gorgeous and magnificent picture in front of the people, full of that formidable majestic momentum, and with a kind of evil, primitive, and alluring blood, death, a picture of violence.

The German fleet finally burst out of the Channel and showed its full appearance in front of the Royal Navy's special fleet, but his opponent had no heart to express any surprise or exclamation.

The British now have only in their minds to fight, fight, fight for their own survival.

The British Eingruppen fleet had lost its unified command, and the first attack of the German fleet hit the vital point of the British fleet, and Commodore Nicholson did not have time to explain who would take over the command of the fleet and was blown into heaven with the bridge of the York, with all his command officers.

The entire fleet command and the flagship command were wiped out with the roar of the explosion of the bridge of the York.

The blow was so swift and powerful, and the catastrophe so swift, that the British fleet could not react for a moment to the fact that the enemy had been beheaded.

The York had lost its combat effectiveness, and with the loss of the bridge, she was as powerless as a moving target against two formidable enemies, the Scharnhorst and the Gnexenau.

After being knocked out of all her main gun turrets by the precise bombardment of two warships, the Yorke continued her famous maneuver of death in the history of world naval warfare with billowing smoke.

By this time, the engine room was still faithfully carrying out the final navigation instructions issued by the bridge, and the gritty British battleship continued to turn to starboard at full speed.

The Scharnhorst, while firing pleasantly at the York's superstructure, began to turn to starboard, gracefully drawing a huge arcing wake towards the right flank of the British fleet, with the Gnessenor following closely behind.

The deck of the York was covered with rivers of blood, and the remains and severed arms of fallen sailors killed by German artillery fire were littered.

The superstructure of this flagship has been beaten into a honeycomb, and the secondary guns have all been dumbed. The York, when it was maneuvering to a distance of 1,500 meters from the Scharnhorst's flank, was again bombarded by a precise flat fire from Scharnhorst, and the seaplane hangar in the aft tower was accurately hit by four heavy grenades.

The lightly armored hangar could withstand the destructive force, and as a result, it was blown to pieces on the spot, and a Banshee III light biplane water reconnaissance plane parked on the catapult rail, along with the catapult, was torn off the base by the explosive hurricane, and then tumbled and fell into the sea from the side of the ship.

The backup control tower at the top of the tail tower collapsed along with the towering backmast, and plunged headlong into the burning hangar.

The rear mast toppled forward, then smashed against the York's rear chimney, which was already riddled with bullet holes, and the upper mast smashed onto the lifeboat platform behind the chimney with a horizontal twist of wires and light cable flags, and suddenly a bloody storm of cracked wooden shards of the lifeboat blew on the upper deck.

The Scharnhorst, having done the job to her great satisfaction, gave up on the destruction of the flagship, reoriented the turret, and began to pounce on her next opponent.

The British fleet was still turning to starboard according to the last order of the flagship, and although the tragic situation of the flagship deeply stimulated the brave Royal Navy officers and men, the weakness of the lack of unity of command was immediately exposed, and the neat ranks of the British Royal Navy fleet began to show signs of collapse.

The Scharnhorst struck forward at full speed towards the front of the Orion.

As the third ship of the fleet following the flagship, the Orion bore the brunt of the Scharnhorst's next target.

Looking at the German battlecruiser that pounced on him viciously, the Leander-class light cruiser was completely out of order.

Orion took advantage of the fact that the main guns of the Scharnhorst were still adjusting their orientation and fired fiercely at the Scharnhorst, her reaction speed was not unfast, but the hit rate made all the British Royal officers and soldiers ashamed.

The distance between the two sides is less than two kilometers, and the salvo of the four main guns of the Orion's two front main turrets is really a thing that makes people break their glasses.

Even the German naval officers and men on board the Scharnhorst could not help but shake their heads as they looked at the tall column of water two hundred meters from the bow of the ship.

In fact, the gunners on the Orion could not be blamed, as the earlier lucky German howitzer shells destroyed the Orion stern gun tower, and the violent concussion of the explosion also damaged the sophisticated optical sighting instruments in the battleship's main gun tower, and the sighters could now only aim at their targets with the rudimentary spare sights in the main gun turret.

The proud British sailors never imagined that they would one day be reduced to the use of such rudimentary substitutes, and those turret spare sights had not been calibrated for a long time, hence the ironic results.

Although the German naval officers on Scharnhorst often considered themselves knightly Germans, they were not generous enough to wait for their opponents to calibrate their scopes before giving them an accurate blow.

They were disappointed by the poor performance of their British opponents, but the Germans had decided not to give their opponents a chance to make amends.

Salvo...... The Scharnhorst's six forward guns roared at the same time, and six 280-millimeter heavy armor-piercing shells whistled towards the Orion foredeck, and the German Navy triumphantly wanted to teach its British counterparts a good lesson.

Two seconds later, two huge fireballs and two clouds of white smoke mixed with metal fragments rose from Orion's foredeck and bridge.

Four shots, although it is still a bit embarrassing to say that they will fly two more at this distance, but it is already very good compared to the performance of the Briton in front of him.

Three of the four shells hit the foredeck, one hit the back of the Orion bridge, and the other two appeared to have flown over the foredeck.

The first armor-piercing shell hit the bow of the battleship, and easily penetrated the outer layer of 38 mm armor plate about six meters behind the anchor chain bay, but this shell did not cause great damage to Orion.

Because the kinetic energy of the cannonball was too strong and the armor of the light cruiser was too thin, the armor-piercing shell did not explode but swept across the entire soldier's main cabin unscrupulously, and after penetrating several layers of wooden partitions, it tore open the armor plate on the other side and pierced through, stirring up a huge column of water more than 50 meters on the starboard side of the battleship.

The second armor-piercing shell hit the frontal armor of the Orion A main turret directly, and after penetrating the 25 mm armor, the shell hit the bulky tail of one of the 152 mm guns, and the armor-piercing projectile, which was forced to change its flight attitude, smashed horizontally into the rear wall of the turret, where it exploded.

The MKIII turret was immediately torn apart, and the wreckage of the turret was lifted off the turret seat by the blast wave, twisted and flipped onto the wide foredeck.

The third armor-piercing shell also almost hit the A main turret, whizzing less than five centimeters from the top of the A turret and plunging headlong into the junior officers' main cabin and officer's galley below the B main turret on the upper deck of the battleship, before chiseling through the seat of the B main turret and the bulwark on the other side and falling into the sea.

The explosion produced a column of water that nearly surpassed the height of the tall mainmast, and then slammed into the aft deck, nearly sweeping away several of the machine gunners who were waiting there.

The shot that hit the bridge was not so polite, it pierced through the corner of the armored bridge and then pierced into the chart room of the battleship and exploded, not only completely tearing out the entire chart room, but also blowing up the infirmary behind the chart room.

The shell killed all the staff officers working in the chart room and the dozen or so wounded who were being treated there in the infirmary, as well as their military doctors, who were survivors of the attack on the rear tower, but they still did not escape the fate of death.

The Orion bridge was now missing a piece, and it looked a little shaky, and the bombardment of the Scharnhorst made the captain of the search ship completely dispel the idea of continuing the battle, and the heavy losses made him finally painfully realize that he was facing a battle with no chance of winning, and the difference in strength between the two sides was too far.

The Orion immediately began to turn, it wanted to escape from the terrifying enemy ship, but it was too late to think about it, she was already destined to become a delicacy in the mouths of the German fleet.

Afterwards, the captured officers and men of the British Royal Navy unanimously agreed that it would be more difficult to escape from the mouths of the red-eyed German officers and men than to make Churchill's head full of hair.

All the capital ships of the German naval fleet had completed their turn and began to press towards the British special fleet from the right flank.

The Scharnhorst didn't dwell with Orion for long, and she bombarded the British battleship with its tail main gun twice before giving up the attack on the British battleship, which had made a crooked escape trajectory on the surface of the sea and was constantly emitting smoke.

Without hesitation, the elite German warship threw Orion to the Gnexenor, which was still following closely behind him, to continue the abuse, and began to move on to the next target.

As the lead ship of the fleet in this operation, the Scharnhorst had the most difficult task of outflanking the British fleet in the shortest possible time, and then blocking all the British warships in this area with the cooperation of destroyers and light cruisers on the periphery.

And at this time, a situation suddenly appeared on the battlefield that no one expected.

Just as the artillery train consisting of the Scharnhorst, the Gnessenor, the flagship Admiral Scheer, and the Admiral Hippel was ravaging the British fleet on the right periphery of the British fleet, which was struggling to turn, a German heavy cruiser with red eyes for personal revenge actually plunged into the inner formation of the British fleet.

The Prinz Eugen, a ship destined to be extraordinary, is determined to compose her own legend from this moment on, from her first battle.