A week later.

Off the southern coast of Java, a large fleet sails slowly, red sickle and hammerhead flags waving fiercely in the sea breeze.

At the front of the fleet was a massive battleship nearly two hundred meters long, with four massive triple turrets representing its formidable identity.

Battleship!

Well, but its turret arrangement is very different, except for the front and rear two, the other two are actually around the chimney in the middle, one on each side, and it is restricted by the ship island behind it is impossible to shoot forward or backward, and can only fire at both sides.

Well, this is the new flagship of the Soviet Pacific Fleet, the Gangut, an old ship that has been in the water for thirty-four years and is still a treasure of the Soviet Navy.

Next to this battleship was a ragged red Caucasus pseudo-heavy cruiser that was also in the eyes of Führer Yang, with the pitiful firepower of four 180-mm single-mounted guns, which made it look like an antique stuck in the days of the Russo-Japanese War, although in reality it was still quite new, because the battleship, which had been built for twenty years in the third or second year, was finally completed.

"Trash!"

Not far from this fleet, on a medium battleship flying the tricolor, the captain looked at the two capital ships of the Soviet Navy and said disdainfully.

This is the Dutch Navy light cruiser Tronp.

Of course, according to the standards of Führer Yang, this is also garbage, and this light cruiser is very sorry for its classification, because it is slightly larger than the destroyer, and the displacement of more than 4,000 tons is simply a dwarf in this era when 10,000 tons of light cruisers are rampant.

But this is also the only warship that can be used in the Netherlands, and unlike the poor performance on land, the Dutch navy is still worthy of respect in the war, at least they have a naval battle that can be described as tragic.

Of course, the consequence was that the main forces of the Dutch Navy were almost completely wiped out, including this ship, which was also a survivor of the Battle of Java and now had enough to eat, and of course did not have the ability to quickly rebuild the navy.

The cruiser had been following and monitoring the Soviet fleet since it entered the East Indies, but nothing unusual was found, and the Soviet fleet, although slow, had always behaved honestly, even when it was replenishing in the port of Padang, but the scene of the Javanese welcoming them warmly made the captain of the Tromp still very unhappy.

"A bunch of hairy monkeys, the whip will let them know who is their master."

The captain looked into the distance with a sneer, two small merchant ships were approaching the Soviet fleet, and through the binoculars, he could clearly see the Javanese standing on the deck waving the Soviet flag, and even some people holding aloft the portrait of Stalin, and the banner welcoming the great Soviet army, and so on, like a group of monkeys in heat.

And in the same way, on those Soviet battleships, a large number of sailors also stood on the deck, dressed in the most beautiful dresses, and posed in the most majestic posture to enjoy the cheers of the Javanese.

But at this moment, the Red Caucasus suddenly left the fleet and headed for the distant port of Chiraza.

"What's going on? Immediately warn them that, according to our request, they cannot stop at any port in the south of Java. ”

The captain of the Tromp immediately said to the officer beside him.

The southern part of the island of Java, including the port of Cilaza, is under the control of the Republic of Java, and the Dutch government will certainly not allow the Soviet fleet to go to these ports, and the main task of the Tromp is to prevent this from happening, otherwise they will find some excuse to stay there after they enter the port, especially in places like the port of Chilaza, where there is a dockyard left by the Dutch Navy.

Soon the officer sent a report to the Soviet fleet, and then received an answer from them.

"They said that it was just the Red Caucasus approaching, and that there were a large number of Javanese people on the shore welcoming them, and that they should go there out of politeness, but they would not enter the port of Chiraza, but would only sail near the shore."

The officer said.

"Hmph, are they popular? The women of Prussia who had been forced by them did not think so. ”

The captain sneered, but he didn't care too much, as long as he didn't enter the port, it would not violate the agreement between the two parties, and he and the sailors on the Tromp watched the Red Caucasus approach the coast, and the Javanese welcoming the shore were faintly visible.

The port of Ciraza is one of the rare harbors in the south of Java, and there are not many such places on the coastline that need to withstand the direct erosion of the waves of the Indian Ocean, and the continuous mountainous area acts as a breakwater, and the river clings to the waterway of the mountains, so that in modern times it can even berth hundreds of thousands of tons of oil tankers, even if the channel is not dug at this time, it is difficult for battleships to sail in.

"Hurry up."

Looking at the Red Caucasus, which was sailing slowly outside the harbor, the captain of the Tromp said impatiently.

As soon as he finished saying this, he saw a sudden flash of fire at the starboard waterline of the Red Caucasus, and countless steel fragments sprayed into the sky with the stirred seawater.

"Bastard, what's going on?"

The Captain of the Tromp almost glared out of his eyes.

At this time, a huge explosion also came to his ears, the speed of the Red Caucasus, which was sailing, slowed down sharply, the originally balanced body began to tilt, and the course was also out of control, just less than a minute later, the huge ship with a full load displacement of 9,000 tons was headlong on the bottom of the shallow water, and then sat and sank crookedly.

At the same time, a Soviet sailor hurriedly appeared on the mast, waving the signal flag in his hand.

"Strike?! Don't be so shameless, okay? ”

Looking at the flag he had unfurled, the captain of the Tromp roared indignantly.

Yes, the flag on the Red Caucasus is mine.

It's really shameless, it's shameless.

But the effect was very good, and just after their distress signal was issued, all the Soviet warships on the sea, including the Gangut, turned around and rushed to the port of Chiraza as fast as they could, despite the protests from the Tromp. In particular, the merchant ships that were supposed to be dragged to the rear rushed into the harbor first, and behind them, including the Gangut, the remaining seven Soviet warships firmly blocked the entire channel, and then directly dropped anchor and began to release the dinghy towards the stranded Red Caucasus.

"Send a report to Batavia, we're in trouble."

Looking at the Soviet merchant ships docked at the dock and the cheering Javanese people on the dock, the captain of the Trompu said with a gloomy face, he could even see that heavy wooden boxes were being lifted out of those merchant ships and disappeared among the Javanese, while his battleship was firmly blocked by the Soviet warships blocking the channel.

The captain has not yet realized that from this moment, a vigorous era has begun.