Samekov's battle cruiser formation, to be honest, was already a group of disabled people, the front main gun of the Hindenburg exploded, and all two front main guns were finished, and it was already an unexpected surprise to be able to save a small life. Although the ammunition depot did not explode, the boiler compartment was destroyed, and after intensive repairs, it barely recovered to a speed of more than 20 knots. The Seydlitz was even worse, the first and second guns were all destroyed, and the combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, of which only the Moltke was slightly less injured, but it also paid the price of a turret completely destroyed.

To put it mildly, this group of disabled people can't do anything at all, but the strong Samekov is well aware that even a little more power on the battlefield has the potential to change the whole picture. So he refused Basilev's order to let him retreat, and in addition to letting De Fringer, who was staggering and unable to keep up with the formation, get out of the formation, he remained on the battlefield with three half-crippled battleships.

It has to be said that Samekov's persistence did serve as an opportunity to change the tide of the war. When Darnell was about to use the speed advantage of his own fleet to force overtake and grab the T again, Samekov's three battle cruisers stopped in front of him!

The Hindenburg struggled to deflect an angle so that the two tail guns capable of fighting were firing at full strength. At this time, the bow of his ship was in shambles, a turret was no longer visible, the seat of the turret was abruptly exposed to the air, and from a distance it looked like a large black crater. However, the pit was filled with water vapor, and the fire caused by the previous explosion was not completely extinguished. At this time, the damage pipe and firefighters in the vicinity of the crater were constantly fighting the flames. And behind this big pothole, the once high No. 2 main gun has been drooped down, and the muzzle of the black hole is hanging weakly. It's a dead look.

Anyway, from Samekov's point of view. The entire foredeck was lifeless. I feel worried when I see it. It is undoubtedly quite dangerous to let such a battered battleship remain on the battlefield. Any single shell that falls into the exposed No. 1 main gun mount could have catastrophic consequences.

But Samekov couldn't do that much, because the situation on the battlefield was too unfavorable for his fleet. The Kaiser's mechanical failure was too untimely, and he had to find a way to cause a little more trouble for the enemy before the four Kaisers returned to the battlefield.

Samekov did create big trouble for Darnell, and the rear admiral was originally going to grab the T head again, after all, the queen class has an absolute speed advantage, as long as you want to grab it, you can generally achieve it. He almost gave the order to turn right. But three German warcruisers blocked him in front of him, preventing him from turning to the right, nay, to be exact, blocking his way.

If Darnell doesn't want to run headlong into the enemy and fight for both sides, then he can only turn the rudder to the left, but turning the rudder to the left is not good for him. If he wants to continue fighting after turning left, he has to go around in circles. What's even more infuriating is that after going around in a circle, the four Kaiser who are left behind will follow, and at that time he will have to face five to ten, no. It's a passive situation of five to thirteen.

Although the three crippled German-made battle cruisers seemed to be counted together, the act of making up the numbers this time was really unfortunate. Time is running out for Darnell. The vice admiral sighed and ordered depressedly: "Left full rudder, turn the course to the direction of due north, we retreat!" ”

Darnell was determined to retreat, and for him the naval battle was already relatively perfect, sinking three Ganguts and severely damaging five enemy capital ships, and the result was already miraculous. For him, although it is still possible to obtain results if he continues to fight, the risk is also quite high, and if he accidentally sinks one or two queens, the results obtained in front of him will be diluted.

And this time is the best time to retreat, in case it is too far away from the main force of Jackson's fleet, and the way to retreat may be very dangerous.

"The enemy has turned and retreated!"

When Basilev saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief and regret at the same time. If Samekov does not enter the battlefield in time and continues to bombard, he may achieve results, but he may also continue to pay losses. After the loss of three Ganguts, Basilev was under great pressure, and with the loss of one or two more capital ships, he suspected that it was the Cheka or the agents of the State Political Security Bureau who were waiting for him when he returned to port.

"Commander, do you want to chase?"

Faced with this question, Basilev smiled bitterly and sighed: "Chase!" Why not chase? ”

In fact, he also knew that with the speed of German-made battleships, he would not be able to catch up with the queen at all, and the only thing in the fleet that had drama was the four battle cruisers, but Samekov's formation had been severely damaged, and it was simply irresponsible to let them continue to pursue.

At least Basilev wouldn't let his men die like this, so he ordered the four Kaiser ships to outflank him from the flank, and on the other hand, he also ordered Samekov not to pursue.

In fact, by the time I wrote this, this huge naval battle had already come to an end, and all that remained was some work to clean up the battlefield. But there are still aftermaths in this epilogue. When the five queens had turned in turn, the Baden suddenly found its mark and hit three consecutive volleys.

In the first round of shelling, the war-weariness was shot on the starboard side, the lower part of the main armor belt was ruthlessly torn apart by 380 mm armor-piercing shells, the shells exploded near the inner wall of the heavy oil tank on the outside of the hull, and a large number of hot shrapnel penetrated the bulkhead and then entered the ammunition depot of the 152 mm secondary gun and ignited the cartridge, fortunately the heavy oil and seawater mixture poured in afterwards extinguished the flames, otherwise the consequences were unimaginable!

In the second round of shelling, the Baham, which was following the Weary of War, was taken aside, and a deviant shell pierced its upper armor belt, tearing a 15-meter-long hole near the bow. The raging waters immediately poured in, causing the bow of the Baham to be submerged about 1.5 meters above the main deck.

In the third round of shelling, the unlucky one was still the Baham, the armor-piercing shells accurately hit its hull superstructure, and the scattered shrapnel smashed the forward bridge and two chimneys, causing a fire!

These three rounds of shelling scared Darnell into a cold sweat, and he was really glad that he had made a wise retreat. In order to evacuate the battlefield as much as possible, and to cover the wounded war-weariness and baham, he hastened to order the release of smoke.

The reason why Darnell did not order the release of smoke was before. It's just that he is also a little unwilling. Want to gamble your luck. What if you can still hit an enemy ship? But the Baden told him with accurate shelling - don't be delusional!

As a large amount of white smoke rose above the sea, Gojo Queen-class gradually lost its track. Although Basilev ordered the shelling to continue, everyone knew that it was just a stroke of luck. And the Russian Navy has always had the least luck, and their luck has always been very bad, and they belong to the category of legendary people with very questionable character.

Therefore, the rain of bullets that 10 battleships, including the four Kaiser-class, poured ferociously into the smoke field smashed all into the bottom of the sea, except for some shrapnel that accidentally damaged the three light cruisers covering the retreat of the main force. There was no result to speak of.

After "venting" for a while, Basilev also ordered a turn, which could not catch up anyway, and now it is more important to rescue the sailors who fell into the water. It has to be said that in this fierce naval battle, the losses on both sides were not light, the British lost one battle cruiser and one light cruiser, while the Russians lost three battleships, and to put it mildly, four or five thousand people died in just a few hours.

Patches of oil can be seen everywhere on the sea, as well as corpses that rise and fall with the waves. The situation is dire. Even a veteran like Basilev, who has experienced countless naval battles, had to sigh: "Do everything possible to search and rescue the survivors." This is the fleet's number one priority at the moment! ”

After saying this, the old man resolutely turned around and returned to his cabin, knelt down on one knee and took out the cross that he had put on his personal collection, and he began to pray silently......

For the Russian Navy, the suffering was over, but Sukhoi did not give up his efforts to expand the gains. By the time he returned to the battlefield, the British fleet was gone. Rao is like this, he still resolutely continues to search in the northwest direction, and he must sink a big guy.

Where there is a will, there is a way, or Sukhoi's luck is good, at the limit of the combat radius of the cuckoo torpedo plane, he finally found a lone enemy ship - the Cassandra.

The Cassandra suffered a mechanical failure during the previous process of covering the retreat of the main force of the fleet, and at one point the speed was only a pitiful fifteen or sixteen knots. The whole ship was terrified, but there were a dozen menacing battleships behind it, any of which could tear the Cassandra to shreds.

So the Cassandra was nervously repairing on the one hand, and changing course on the other, and it was easy for a while to recover its maximum speed of about 25, and was about to increase its full power to escape from this dangerous sea, who would have thought that their luck was so bad that they were actually hit by Sukhoi.

The first time he discovered the Cassandra, Sukhoi's eyes lit up, although a light cruiser was completely unable to satisfy his appetite, but no matter how small the mosquito was, it was meat, right? Now that the enemies are all gone, it would be nice to be able to eat this bite of meat.

Sukhoi, who was not a picky eater at all, immediately adjusted his course and entered the attack course from the port side of the Cassandra, and was ready to send the Cassandra to the bottom of the sea in one go.

At the same time, the Cassandra also discovered Sukhoi's cunzài, and they had learned how fierce the Russian air attack had been, and immediately all the anti-aircraft fire of the whole ship was aimed at Sukhoi.

If this is World War II, I'm afraid Sukhoi's single-handed attack is really enough, but this is World War I, even the Queen-class only has two 76mm anti-aircraft guns, and the small anti-aircraft firepower of the Cassandra is really scum.

The Cassandra's entire anti-aircraft firepower was two two-pounder guns and a 7.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun, which was not enough firepower to do anything. And Sukhoi's flying skills were quite good, and he didn't give the Cassandra much of a chance to fire at all.

As Sukhoi's vision of the Cassandra grew larger, so did the ambitious mustache, one of his hands already grasping the bomb stick, threatening to deliver a fatal blow to Cassandra at any moment!

However, Sukhoi is still very patient, he knows that he is alone, he only has one chance to attack, and if he misses it, he will never get it back. So the madman flew towards Cassandra until he was 500 meters away from Cassandra before he slammed the bombardier!

By this time, the anti-aircraft machine gun on the Cassandra had locked onto it, and the whizzing bullets had smashed the cuckoo's wings. There was even a bullet that grazed Sukhoi's cheek and flew over.

"Bomb dropping!"

Sukhoi couldn't help but let out a loud shout. Although there will be no second person to hear his roar. But he still wanted to shout this voice, and this cry filled him with strength!

Sukhoi was full of confidence in this blow, and the enemy basically had no chance to dodge at a distance of 500 meters, and he was already imagining the scene when the enemy ship sank at the moment of dropping the bomb.

But immediately Sukhoi came to his senses, and the situation was not right! The torpedo was not dropped! Because he didn't feel the body lighter!

Sukhoi's pupils dilated instantly, and he couldn't believe the result until he flew over the head of the enemy ship with a torpedo. That damn torpedo still stuck to him!

"Bastard! Damn it! ”

Sukhoi kicked the cabin twice, his anger was palpable, the results were within reach, but the damn torpedo was wrong. In fact, this is not the first time that such a problem has been solved, and in the first wave of air raids in the morning, quite a few depressed pilots returned to the airfield with torpedoes.

It's just that Sukhoi didn't expect his character to be so bad, he looked at the Cassandra below, even if it was far away, he could feel the joy of the other party's escape. It's very likely that the enemy is cheering mercilessly, right?

To be honest, Sukhoi didn't like this feeling very much. But he seems to be powerless, and now he doesn't dare to touch the bomb stick again. Don't even dare to make too many maneuvers, for fear that if you are not careful, this damn torpedo will fall on its own.

Try again!

Sukhoi made up his mind, carefully adjusted his course, and rushed towards the Cassandra again, only this time he flew slower and more cautiously. The same scene happened as in the first attack, when the Cassandra fired desperately at him, squeezing the distance as hard as he could, and only pulled the bomb stick after another 500 meters.

But this time it was exactly the same as the last time, and the damn torpedo seemed to be sticking to him, and he just wouldn't leave. After this attack failed, Sukhoi directly began to hit his head against the bulkhead, which shows how angry he was.

However, Sukhoi was not a man to give up easily, once he didn't work twice, twice when he didn't work, three times, he constantly attacked the attack route, and constantly crossed the skies over the Cassandra. Anyway, the entire crew of the Cassandra was a little devastated, and they didn't know what this psychotic was trying to do!

Anyway, the situation at that time was quite tormenting to them, think about it, a madman constantly flies over the top of your brain again and again with a deadly torpedo, every time it is a "false shot", every time it is "teasing" you, no matter how resolute a person can't stand such a scene.

Anyway, the crew of the Cassandra was so mad that some of the crew took their rifles from the arsenal and began firing frantically at Sukhoi.

Truth be told, Sukhoi was the craziest man, he had tried several times, and even a frantic shake of his body before dropping the bomb could not get rid of the kraft candy-like torpedo. Even later, when Sukhoi crossed the Cassandra again and again, he no longer expected to drop the torpedo normally and launch an attack, he just wanted to get rid of this damn torpedo, even if he threw it into the sea casually, but as long as he could get rid of it, Sukhoi would be comfortable.

The problem is that when Sukhoi crossed the bow of the Cassandra for the twelfth time, the entire crew of the Cassandra had already let it go, and they stood on the deck one by one and craned their necks to watch Sukhoi's performance, just like Wu Mengda looked at God.

In fact, the situation in the cockpit at this time is a wonderful one, the crazy Sukhoi kicked and headbutted anyway, trying to make a move, if it weren't for the cuckoo torpedo plane with only one pilot, the mustache had to fly the plane, this already mad guy would have climbed out of the cabin and kicked the disobedient fish down with his foot.

All in all, this time when entering the attack route, Sukhoi flew crookedly, as if driving drunk. As for the entire crew of the Cassandra below, they are already numb, and have no intention of firing guns, probably appointed - they can't stop that psycho anyway, let him go!

This time it seemed to be the same as the previous ones, as Sukhoi once again staggered over the bow of the Cassandra, still stomping his feet and pulling the bomb stick in vain, and he didn't expect it to work anyway. And at this moment, with a crisp click, it seemed that some part of the plane was broken, and before Sukhoi could react, he felt the fuselage suddenly lighten, and the damn torpedo was finally thrown!

The restless torpedo took on a beautiful parabola and plunged headlong into the deck of the Cassandra. The 450-kilogram big guy lightly pierced through the three decks and let out an angry roar.

Rumble!

A fireball erupted from the middle of the Cassandra's hull, and the sailors who had watched God from the deck were instantly tragic, and dozens of people were directly engulfed by this fireball. Then the deck began to crack, and the hull creaked strangely. The sea also poured in, and although the Cassandra crew tried to save their car, it was in vain. Half an hour later, the extremely unlucky light cruiser disappeared into the waves of the Baltic Sea. The surviving crew remembered forever the madman who kept crossing their bows, and they silently swore that they would curse that bastard for the rest of their lives!

Of course, this qiē had nothing to do with Sukhoi, and after dropping the torpedo and unexpectedly achieving the result, the mustache happily returned home, but because the previous attack had consumed a lot of fuel, it flew back halfway, and the cargo fell into the sea. After three days and three nights in the sea, he was almost dried by a man before he was rescued by a fisherman. His experience fully illustrates one point, when you come out to mix, character is very important! (To be continued......)