The remnant sun set in the west, splashing a blood-like glow on the sea. Cannons roared, ships spewed smoke and fire, and blood-colored waters were filled with corpses and dying sailors.

About 30 nautical miles behind the German High Seas Fleet, Prince Heydrich on the bridge of the "Lisa" watched the sunset getting closer and closer to sea level, and a cloud of sadness appeared on his face. The average speed of the main fleet of the British was about 2-3 knots faster than that of the High Seas Fleet, and although they already had a huge advantage, it would be difficult for them to be stopped with three battle cruisers if they were determined to escape. The planes of the raiding fleet could not take off and land at night, and if his planes took off now to delay the British fleet, it would be difficult for them to return to the aircraft carrier before nightfall. With the fire of the British fleet on one side and the well-trained German Eagle on the other, Heydrich struggled in his mind, knowing that Major Maul of the air force had come to his side, and he had found the answer he wanted.

"Your Royal Highness, all the torpedo planes have been loaded and are ready to take off to attack!" Captain Ribu's slightly tired face was filled with a desire to fight.

"Captain Ribu, tell your pilots that they don't have any more missions today, let them all go and rest! Everything they do today is enough to go down in the annals of German history! Heydrich began to walk towards the conning tower, but Ribu followed him closely.

"Your Royal Highness, as far as I know, there are still several British battleships floating on the water, I am not tired, and my pilots are not tired, please let us strike again!"

"Captain Ribu. Now a few hours until it gets completely dark? Heydrich stopped and asked.

"Your Highness, it's summer, and it should be more than an hour before it gets dark, what do you mean?"

"We don't have enough time if the plane departs now. I'm afraid I'll have to land in the water after dark! Heydrich disappeared into the door of the command room without looking back.

"Landing in the water?" Ribu thought in despair as he walked.

On the other side of the sea, Vice Admiral Hipper stood in the conning tower of the battlecruiser flagship "Cedritz", and the British battleship had clearly appeared 15.000 yards in front of him. A silvery white and orange-red patch appears on the water antenna to the northeast. Soon, the first British shells drove a German ship to the bottom of the sea, and the Moltke also hit and caught fire, and the British had an advantage in firepower and range in this chase.

"Signal. Turn 15 degrees to the right and plunge diagonally to the right side of the British battleship! Hipper decided to hide his fleet in the eastern darkness, for whom the British ships would be exposed in the light of the setting sun.

Although Hipper's tactics worked, more and more shells fell far from the German battleships, but the factor of location could not fully offset the difference in firepower.

With a loud bang, the front gun of the "Cedritz" was hit by a British armor-piercing shell. Hipper almost fell to the ground. When he stood up, he saw a puff of black smoke coming out of the hole in the side of the turret where it had been punched. Seeing that the battleship was safe and sound. Hipper breathed a sigh of relief, but unbeknownst to him, the reality inside the turret was much more serious.

German Sergeant Enke was one of the gunners on the "Cedritz", and he was directing the gunner's door to load the shells in the turret when the British ground shells fell. After a violent jolt and shock. Enke lost consciousness. Seconds later, he struggled to open his eyes, the tail of the gun at his side blocking the deadly shrapnel, but his leg didn't know where it had gone. The turret became Dante's purgatory, surrounded by steel walls studded with fragments of cannonballs and gunner's flesh, with a few dying groans coming from the suffocating smoke. The fire caused by the explosion relentlessly engulfed everything around it.

Enke struggled to turn his head, horrified to see a deadly tongue of fire about to pass through the ammo bay passage, and instinctively propped himself up and crawled towards the water filling valve not far away. But Enke, who had lost both legs, could not keep up with the spread of the fire. In a panic, a steel pipe hanging in the air hit his forehead hard, and he looked up to see that it was the herald barrel leading to the damage chamber. Enke grabbed the herald with both hands, suspended his whole body, aimed it at the mouth, and gave the last order of his life with difficulty: "Release the water!" ”

A raging stream of sea water poured into the turret from the water inlet, quickly flooding everything inside the turret, drowning the dying Enke, drowning the bodies of Enke's comrades, drowning the burning flames, and drowning the Grim Reaper, who was approaching the "Setritz". Enke saved the battleship with his own life, and also saved Hipper.

Due to the rush of hundreds of tons of seawater into the compartments, the "Sedritz" suddenly stalled and broke away from the battle column. Not far away, black plumes of smoke rose from time to time on the "Moltke" and "von der Tann", but they did not give up the pursuit, and the six German destroyers next to them bravely rushed to a distance of 3,000 yards from the British battleship at a speed of 34 knots and fired a row of torpedoes, and 12 white torpedo traces suddenly appeared on the blue sea, which forced Jerlid to order the British fleet to turn to evade. Taking advantage of the gap in the turn of the British, the Moltke and von der Tann slanted in front of them, and concentrated their fire on the British battleship Centurion, which was at the distance from the closest, and the heavy artillery fire seemed to salute the heroes who had just died. After two volleys, smoke billowed from the Centurion's conning tower, Rear Admiral Jim and most of the officers in the conning tower were killed on the spot, and the 23.000-ton George V-class battleship began to circle the sea after the chain of command was paralyzed.

"Concentrate your firepower and take out those two German battleships!" Jerry shouted angrily, now he could bring back England with one less battleship, those two German battlecruisers were still blocked in his way back, and not far behind, the mast of the main engine of the German High Seas Fleet had reappeared on the sea level.

After a burst of head-to-face shells fell, the Moltke and von der Tann were paralyzed on the surface of the sea. Had it not been for the fact that shells from Tirpitz's main fleet began to fall around the British battleships, it would have been difficult for the two ships to return to the port.

Ill-intentioned by the war, Jerlid began to flee north like a rabbit with his ship.

"Alas! Or let them run away! Looking at the British battleship that had escaped from range again, Tirpitz was helpless. Although after a day of fighting, the main force of the British Grand Fleet no longer exists, but Jerrid's escape left the British with the last glimmer of hope, not to mention that there are still 10 of the most advanced Elizabeth-class battleships lying in the dock of the British shipyard, it will not be long before the British Navy will make a comeback with its strong shipbuilding strength, and then it will inevitably be a bitter battle, and the escape of those few battleships will undoubtedly add a little weight to the British turnaround.

When the signal to stop the pursuit was sent from the "Frederick the Great", a mixture of joy and regret was written on the face of every German naval officer. Dragged by the destroyers, the "Cedritz", "Moltke" and "Von der Tann" followed the fleet back with flames and smoke that had not yet been completely extinguished.

When the last rays of sunlight disappeared from the sea, the entire high seas fleet watched in amazement as planes with striking iron crosses painted under their wings flew overhead, which, unlike the previous ones, carried several huge barrel-shaped objects on their fuselages or under their wings.

On board the "Frederick the Great", the communications officer rushed into the command room with a telegram in his hand.

Soon, the signal was again sent from the flagship: all the battleships turned and pursued the British fleet!

British Admiral Jerreid, who was rejoicing alone, suddenly discovered that God was not on his side, and a large number of German torpedo planes appeared in the dark night, followed by torpedoes that the naked eye could not detect on the bleak sea, and a huge explosion resounded in the sky. The battleship could not hide from the torpedo at all, but the German planes were able to find the enemy accurately by the light on the battleship. Jerryd's flagship, the George V, was hit by a torpedo, and its speed dropped to a pitiful 12 knots, the "Daring" gave the signal to abandon the ship after the hull tilted badly, and the fire on the other three battleships also turned the whole sea red.

One hour later, the German fleet appeared, and the British admiral, known for his prudence and cunning, reluctantly ordered the white flag to be raised.

On the deck of the "Lisa", people waited anxiously.

"It's coming! They're back! A sharp-eyed sailor shouted first, but the mood of the crowd became even more nervous.

On the leading torpedo plane, Captain Libu was also nervous, although he had the idea of hanging an empty oil drum under the plane and landing on the sea, but he himself could not tell what the chances of success were.

More than a dozen destroyers lined up in two rows on the sea, and the ships were brightly lit, and from the air it seemed that it was a very wide "sea runway" for a day. Ribu gripped the joystick tightly, his plane slowly lowering, the cool night breeze jolting slightly, and he could only guess where the sea was by the light on the destroyer.

Soon after, Ribu's plane suddenly jumped upward, and the cool water rushed towards it, and then, after several successive jumps, the plane slowly stopped next to a destroyer with a cabin of seawater.

"God willing, I'm finally back!" Captain Ribu exhaled deeply, but not all pilots were as lucky as he was. Of the 42 torpedo planes that attacked, only 25 landed safely, 4 of them sank into the sea because they shook off empty oil drums during the landing, 5 of them unfortunately fell behind, and 8 planes did not find the position of the fleet and made a forced landing dozens of nautical miles away, and they were not rescued by destroyers searching everywhere until dawn, and a total of 7 pilots sacrificed their young lives.