"The Germans just want to leave?" Pierre, the captain in charge of the second wave of aviation lightning strikes, said as he looked at the high seas fleet, which was pulling out a lot of smoke and continuing to turn. The battle below can be described as a pot of porridge, and the auxiliary warships that are fighting on the front line are completely out of formation at this time, and even the basic coordination is no longer close to talking, and it is almost just firing at the enemy who is closest to them and poses the greatest threat. The capital ships of both sides also attacked almost from a distance of more than ten kilometers and the smoke screen, and under the dual effect of high-speed maneuvering and smoke screens, the accuracy of the artillery bombardment began to decline, and even a layman himself could see the landing point and the battleship farther and farther away.

"The planes of the Germans seem to be gone?" Pierre asked aloud to the navigator behind him.

"It's such a lieutenant colonel, they are all single-engine planes, and they have added pontoons, and they have to go back to refuel after high-intensity air battles." The navigator behind him looked around and replied.

"So it's time for us to watch xiàn?" A sneer appeared on Pierre's lips. However, when he looked at the situation below, it was not suitable for lightning strikes, and the dense artillery continued to spray deadly bullets into the air, forming a loophole-type barrage, and anyone who dared to go down lightly would definitely be torn to pieces. The first wave of attacks just now was very unsuccessful, because of the opponent's interference and its own reasons, the first wave of lightning strikes only had one effective hit. Pierre didn't want to learn from his peers. He now needs to choose a suitable target. It can avoid excessive casualties, and at the same time its own torpedoes can eat the opponent.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, look there. Just north of the main German fleet. There is a battleship that has tilted! He is definitely a capital ship, look at his turret and stature. The navigator behind him said excitedly and loudly in the distance. This is a gift from God! Finally, the little navigator took out the cross around his neck and shook it at Pierre.

"Well, that's him. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the one that was wounded by the first wave of attacks, look at the smoke coming out of him, look at the cannon he is pulling, well, let's put an end to his suffering! Brothers, get ready, we are going to create a miracle! "After that, under the leadership of Pierre. About 16 torpedo planes flew towards the Elector in the distance.

It was only after the group of planes slowly climbed and flew over the heads of the High Seas Fleet that Scheer realized his mistake, as the battle had entered three dimensions. The seemingly safe non-belligerent side could not stop the attack of the opposing air force, and more importantly, in order to deal with the attack just now, Scheer had already committed almost all of the auxiliary warships. At this time, the Elector will have to deal with these murderous little guys on his own. As for fighters? Well, these planes either ran out of fuel or ran out of bullets. Or it has already been smashed to pieces. In short, the limited number of fighters brought by the German High Seas Fleet has been almost completely consumed. All Scheer and the others could do was pray to God that the Elector would escape this fate.

Prior to this, the Elector had been mortally wounded in the gun battle of the Royal Oak, with heavy losses on the ship's surface and damage to the buildings and deck guns, so it was taken care of during the first wave of attacks. One torpedo was not accidental, everyone was used to picking soft shots, and in the last wave of air strikes, about 7 torpedo planes fired torpedoes at him. Who made his anti-aircraft fire the worst? And this time. The Elector, who broke out of formation, was the closest to death! A whole 16 torpedo planes rushed over with great momentum, and the torpedoes hanging under the belly of the machine shone in the sunlight. As deadly as a dagger quenched with poison!

The Briton had plenty of time to show off the results of his training this time. The entire attack formation was divided into two groups and simultaneously launched an attack on the enemy ships from the left and right flanks. The hit rate of such crossover lightning strikes was the highest, and at the same time the British had enough of them to form two overlapping fan-shaped torpedo nets. And this complex and efficient lightning strike is no more than a large warship that has been seriously injured and has difficulty moving. The Elector fought back like a dying giant, the German officers and soldiers went crazy and operated a weapon that could be used against the air to deal with these deadly guys, and even some of the 150MM secondary guns were fired in the direction of the torpedo machine, and the British began to lower their altitude after completing the formation, and launched an offensive in a neat formation on the ground 15 meters above the water.

The shells fell around the attack formation, and the columns of water hit the planes from time to time, and individual pilots or planes were hit by flying shrapnel, but this did not affect the morale of the British in the slightest, and they shouted and rushed to the enemy ships in the distance, chose a suitable position and launched an attack, da-da-da. Suddenly, the front machine guns of several planes next to Pierre erupted tongues of fire that were like the scythes of death to harvest the lives of exposed German naval officers and men. There were not many opportunities to slaughter their opponents in such a light way, and the rest of the planes began to machine gun the Germans who tried to resist. Two dense firelords covered the entire side of the ship, and although they did little damage to the battleship, they directly suppressed the anti-aircraft fire of the Elector. The opponent's anti-aircraft fire weakened all at once.

"Lower the height a little and pay attention to the speed." Pierre stared cautiously at the speedometer while judging the altitude by visual inspection. At this time, the altimeter did not work at all, it could only be measured by sight, and the counterattack fire on the opposite side was already minimal, and the speed of the Elector who was tilted could be described as turtle speed. It's almost no different from target shooting. Sixteen torpedoes fell into the water one after another, except for two torpedoes that failed due to the angle of entry, and the other 14 torpedoes formed a complete fan and ran to the target 500 meters away. The moment the torpedo left the belly, the Sailfish protection was pulled by a pair of big hands. Then the whole team began to climb and turn to disengage, and after more than ten seconds, a series of explosions sounded from behind him, and Pierre turned his head to look, and a huge column of water completely enveloped the target.

"Well done, this battleship is dead, we were the first squadron to sink a battleship! Brothers, let's rejoice! Soon, bursts of shouts and laughter came from the air, and the British pilots turned their heads to look at the Elector, which was rapidly tilting and sinking, with an indescribable joy in their hearts. In that round of lightning strikes just now, the poor battleship was hit with at least 4 torpedoes. One of them even hit again at a distance of 3 meters on the left side of the first torpedo, and the violent explosion lifted the entire steel plate off the hull, and the successive explosions completely destroyed the watertight structure of the battleship, and thousands of tons of seawater poured into them from the breach to shatter the armored partition, tearing open the water door, and the huge water pressure squeezed the hull, making a tooth-sour sound,

Coupled with the wounds left by the previous artillery battle, the entire battleship could not be saved, and sinking was an inevitable end. Several torpedoed destroyers were separated from the side of the main fleet and prepared to meet the surviving officers and men, the captain had already given the order to abandon the ship, and the destroyers quickly approached and began to salvage their comrades who jumped into the sea, but at this moment, the British planes hovering in the air did not leave, and they began to use machine guns to strafe the surviving German naval officers and men, accompanied by bullets like flying locusts, a little blood spread on the sea.

"This war has transcended the competition of interests, and he has buried hatred deep in the hearts of the soldiers of the participating countries. What was planned as a limited conflict turned into a world war, and the German Army used poison gas bombs, airships and warships attacked British civilian targets, and the British did not mind retaliating by slaughtering people overboard and parachuting pilots. Sometimes I even wonder what is the purpose of this war? Is it just pure killing? A German officer later wrote in his diary.

The Elector's huge hull sank to the bottom of the sea within 10 minutes of the British attack, first sinking aft, raising the bow high, and then slowly sliding into the sea. It's like a tactician struggling before he dies. When the hull of the ship sank, a huge whirlpool was formed on the surface of the sea, and all the officers and men who had fallen into the water before they could get away from the battleship were pulled into the sea.

The actions of the British naturally angered the Germans, but no one could morally blame their opponents, after all, Hipper had also shelled civilian facilities. At this point in the battle, both sides were scarred and their hole cards were exhausted. The two huge fleets are like exhausted giants, torn between battle and departure, and it is a question of whether to continue the fight or to evacuate!

"The result of this fight was a draw. WE LOST TWO HELGLAN-CLASS BATTLESHIPS, A MOLTKE-CLASS FAST BATTLESHIP AND A KING-CLASS BATTLESHIP, WHILE THE OTHER SIDE LOST A QUEEN ELIZABETH-CLASS FAST BATTLESHIP, TWO SUPER-DREADNOUGHTS ARMED WITH 343MM GUNS, AND TWO DREADNOUGHTS. Our strategic goals have not been reached, not even a tactical victory. Sher thought as he assessed the shape on the battlefield. The British Royal Navy is really extraordinary, and the level of Jericho and Thomas is no longer below itself, and in addition to the influence of factors such as intelligence and warship performance, the technical and tactical level of both sides can be said to be half a pound. Scheer was tied in what he personally thought was the most likely to win, which took a big hit to his confidence.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, General Hipper's fleet is evacuated." It was at this moment that an adjutant sent a telegram to Scheer. In this telegram, Hipper said that if he continued to fight, his fleet would be difficult to match Thomas's fleet, and the German fleet had begun to turn to a full disadvantage. If you don't leave, it may be too late!

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