When German planes flew overhead for the first time, the commander of the French fleet, Admiral Lame, did not panic like his sailors.

He was convinced that he could make history, just like the greatest man in France.

"My name is Lame. Bonaparte! ”

On the bridge, Admiral Lame shouted at the rising sun, and everyone on deck looked at the admiral in amazement.

Lame doesn't care what others think, he's just proud of his last name.

Seeing that the admiral looked a little narcissistic, if it weren't for the military emergency, the adjutant would be a little embarrassed to go up and disturb him.

"General, according to the intelligence of the British, the German fleet is still shelling the port of Seysisfjörður!"

"Oh! Great, keep going full speed ahead! It's just over 100 nautical miles from the port of Seysfjörður. Lame withdrew her empty gaze, raised her head and took a deep breath.

The adjutant had just passed by the navigation room, so without hesitation, he replied: "102 nautical miles, to be exact, General!" ”

Lame nodded in high spirits, "From today onwards, we want the world to remember the French Navy!" ”

Just a few minutes later, a German-made torpedo pierced the calm of the sea and shattered Lamey's Trafalgar dream.

A few hundred yards from Lame's flagship, the Lone Pull, the side of the cruiser "Barthe" at the very front of the French fleet burst out like a popcorn machine uncovered. On its starboard side, a high column of water was raised, and then another torpedo dragged a white trail across its stern. Before the French sailors above had time to rejoice that the second torpedo had missed, the "Barthe" made the harsh and heart-wrenching sound of a metal knife and fork slashing through the porcelain tableware, and the whole battleship began to crack from the middle as if it had been broken alive.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the sparks and smoke that had originally risen from the middle of the warship had dissipated, and what appeared in front of the others was the pitch-black and broken hull, the wooden deck attached to the steel hull and began to sink, and the entire battleship split into two sections and quickly plunged to the bottom of the sea.

The French sailors on the "Barthe" jumped into the water with great speed, and the sea around the battleship was like a hot pot that had just been dumpling, and there were small splashes everywhere. Soon, the battleship disappeared from the surface of the sea and caused a small whirlpool, and the waves were much less at once.

"German submarines!"

Almost all French generals made the same judgment at the first time.

If this is a demanding exam, no one will get their answers right.

The correct answer should be: "27 German submarines in a rectangular submarine ambush formation." ”

"General, do you want to stop and rescue the overboard crew of the 'Bart'?" The adjutant, who had not yet left the bridge, looked at Lame with incredible eyes.

At the moment when the torpedo hit the hull of the "Barth" and exploded, the French cruiser was officially erased from the battle sequence of the French Navy, a phenomenon that was not surprising to the French battleship. This is also an inherent flaw of almost all French ships - French ship designers neglected the armor near the waterline of the battleship at the design stage.

The French should probably be glad they didn't attack the Dardanelles, otherwise they would have created the glorious deed of a battleship being sunk by a Turkish mine.

By the time more white trails streaked across the sea, all the French were dumbfounded. So many torpedoes suddenly burst out of the water like this, and the poor French had not even seen the shadow of the enemy.

"The fleet turns, throws the lifeboat, and the battleship makes a Z-shaped evasion!"

Lame gave several orders in a matter of seconds, which also made his lieutenant at a loss.

"General, what exactly do you want to order?"

The adjutant dared to ask, but in the more and more explosions, Lame's eyes had become red, and he looked at the adjutant with a gaze that seemed to swallow people alive, his lips trembling, but he did not speak.

This kind of scene was not possible with the poor Austro-Hungarian submarines, but in this case, in the Atlantic, these were German submarines.

Suddenly, a huge ball of fire rose from the battleship "Paris", which did not dazzle in the dazzling light, but all the French felt a pang of heartache.

The cost of a "lonely" class battleship was close to 10 million pounds, which was a huge amount of money for France, which was not in a good financial position in the 20th century, and many French residents shrank down to allow the French Navy to have these latest battleships.

Ramei took the three battleships out of port without blinking, and now he didn't even have time to blink to realize that he had lost one, and that the explosion of the "Paris" was only the beginning.

"Pass this area at full speed, and all ships pay attention to avoid torpedoes!"

In these few minutes, Admiral Lame seems to have experienced a lot, and he seems to have gained more experience than he had gained in previous decades, and yet the tuition fees were many times higher than in previous decades. Unfortunately, he paid his tuition fees and gave the order, which almost wiped out the French fleet.

In just a few minutes, more than two dozen torpedoes cut the calm sea into an irregular chessboard, littered with traces left by white bubbles.

How did the massive battleship move at high speed while evading these Grim Reaper's followers?

After the German submarines within torpedo range had fired their bow torpedoes, they began to turn in place, and the farther submarines were converging around the trap like a man-eating flower gathering its deadly leaves.

It is said that the piranha flower is very beautiful, but the piranha flower here hides itself under the water's surface.

After 1 battleship and 3 cruisers were shot, the French still did not even see what their enemies looked like, which has to be said to be the sorrow of Napoleon's descendants.

The battleships writhed comically, but they still could not escape the fate of being hit by torpedoes. The sea is very lively, with intermittent explosions everywhere, smoke from the fire polluting the sea environment, and the rapidly sinking French battleship will become a paradise for certain fish.

The French finally understood that the British navy did not fail because of the incompetence of their generals, but because their opponents were too strong!

Sometimes, realizations come too late.

For these German submarines, the surface ships of the Entente had not yet found effective weapons, and it always seemed futile to attack objects below the surface with artillery and machine guns alone, so much so that after the start of the war, not a single German submarine was sunk for combat reasons.

The British are trying to develop weapons that can attack submarines, but their resources are gradually becoming scarce, not to mention that they have to develop new aircraft, new tanks, etc., as if any of their weapons have become primitive wooden sticks in front of the Germans, and everything urgently needs to be imitated in the style of German weapons.

Recall that before the war, the design of the German ships always followed the butts of the British, and now the British have finally been able to enjoy this "fun"!

However, the Germans also seemed helpless against submarines, and the submarines lost so far by the British were all killed by German planes and destroyers when they surfaced for a breath, and to be precise, the British submarine force was severely damaged by the German Navy's tactics in the Second Naval War.

Neither side was able to kill the other's underwater forces, but it was an acceptable situation for Germany, which had an absolute superiority in submarine technology and numbers, although sonar and depth charges were being refined in the laboratories of the Königsberg shipyard.

"General, look......" The adjutant who fell on the deck due to the violent shaking did not have time to congratulate himself on being on a dreadnought, and the black cloud of smoke drifting from a distance deeply attracted his eyes and fingers.

"German battleship ......"

After making sure that it was not his hallucination, Lame finally embodied the judgment that an incapable and experienced admiral should have: it was a trap and he had been deceived!

Having received the battle report from Dönitz, Vice Admiral Hipper was very satisfied, and the French were now left with only two battleships that had been torpedoed and suffered different injuries and two cruisers that were as fragile as cardboard boxes.

Along with the black smoke cloud, there was the sound of shells from large-caliber naval guns firing from a distance.

Lame had never felt like being shelled by an enemy from a distance of more than a dozen nautical miles, and with his decades of military experience, naval artillery was inaccurate at such distances.

When the first wave of shells fell on the Germans, Lame's experience was right.

But when the second and third waves of shells fell, Lame realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

The planes of the Germans did not take part in the battle, but they now played a much greater role than directly into the war.

When a light cruiser was hit by a shell from a large-caliber naval gun, the scene was as effortless as a matchbox being flattened with someone's foot.

"The Crystal has sunk!" The adjutant shouted helplessly in the noisy environment.

Every Frenchman in this fleet felt helpless! This is true of those who fall overboard, those who are trapped in a capsized battleship, and those who pray that their battleship will leave safely, except for those who are dead!

With underwater torpedoes, shells on the sea, and noise pollution from German planes in the air, Lame and his generals enjoyed an all-round three-dimensional strike, but unfortunately they had no chance to learn like the British Navy!

The "Paris" had already begun to roll over after hitting 2 torpedoes, and was now lying almost in the back of the sky, while the "Lone Pull" and "Ocean" each hit 1 torpedo, and the speed was reduced to 14 and 11 knots respectively, which was very good for the huge body of the battleship, and only one torpedo hit in the situation just now.

The heavy cruiser 'Bronze' was fortunate to retain its integrity, and for a ship like it that pursued speed and firepower, perhaps a single torpedo would be enough to send them to the bottom of the sea.

As a direct consequence of the poor use of torpedoes by the Austro-Hungarian Navy, the French Navy's protection against torpedoes was very weak, and if they had remained in the Mediterranean, this weakness of the French might not have been so fatal.

But it's not the fault of the Austrians!

For the first time, Lame felt so lost when another torpedo pierced through the sea and headed straight for his ship. At this moment, he seemed to read the helpless look in Lord Fisher's eyes.

The German navy had indeed reached a state of invincibility, at least in front of the British and French, with excellent generals and excellent weapons becoming an impenetrable wall of the sea.

By the time the sailors abandoned their ships and jumped into the sea, Lamet had already made up his mind to follow in the path of his ancestors, just like the cruiser Corsica, named after his ancestor's birthplace, that had been blown up a few minutes earlier.

After the flagship flag slowly sank into the water with the "Lone Pull", the "Bronze" reluctantly hoisted the new flagship flag, and it had lost any meaning to go to the port of Seysfjörður, and the surviving French now had only one thought: escape!

As it slowly turned, the French battleship "Ocean" was hit by German torpedoes from both sides almost simultaneously, so it did not flip or die like its companions, but sank in a much more comfortably looking way - a straight sink, with the muzzles of all the ship's guns proudly pointed obliquely into the blue sky.

By the time the Hipper's formation arrived, the main deck of the "Ocean" had already begun to submerge into the water. However, to the surprise of the Germans, one of its turrets was still slowly turning, and the thick muzzle seemed ready to give a final cry.

The "Elector" was unequivocal, and the two salvos made the sinking of the "Ocean" much faster. The battleship didn't even have long to burn before all the flames and smoke disappeared into the turquoise waters.

Under the bright sun, most of the steel battleships that came with great momentum just now were gone, but the black smoke that permeated them did not weaken at all, and even became thicker.

Rummel stood in the knee-deep water, stunned by the scene, perhaps his ancestor Emperor Napoleon felt this atmosphere near the end of the Battle of Waterloo. Unfortunately, there are far fewer people who remember Lame than there are people who remember Emperor Napoleon.

After learning that the French fleet was almost completely annihilated, the British cruiser formation even turned around and returned to the sea.

In the end, only the "Bronze" of the French fleet that made the sortie had the good fortune to escape back to Plymouth Harbor.

Although the British and French fleets lost far fewer ships in this battle than in the previous naval battles, this result made the British King and Admiral Fisher even more determined to preserve the strength of all warships.

The fact that the combined Anglo-French fleet turned into a "fleet of existence" is a great mockery of history.