The navies of the three countries watching the battle from afar could see the situation of the British Far East Fleet at this moment, and the British themselves knew it even better.

An hour has passed since the two sides fought, and most of the warships of the British fleet have been muted, and they have tried to break through the enemy's formation many times by using the formation, but in vain, the speed difference is eight knots, and the pursuit at sea is almost without suspense.

No matter how the British fleet struggled, it was still entangled by the Red Alert Navy fleet, and at this time, it was a test of whose firepower was stronger.

After more than a dozen rounds of artillery fire, several warships of the Red Guard Navy withdrew from the battle, and the British suffered even heavier losses, with only two of the six battleships left, and both battleships were all burning, and only one main gun was able to counterattack sporadically.

The remaining warships of Britain are gradually losing the ability to attack, but the British fleet is still holding on.

On the battleship Asterisk Old Man, the smoke was filled, and the British sailors who were coughing incessantly did their best to extinguish the fire burning on the ship.

Three 254-mm shells hit the warship, blowing up the rear main gun, blowing up a huge opening under the bridge, the chimney in the middle was also blown off, and the fire burned in the wood inside the ship, if not powerful enough, enough to threaten the ammunition depot below the deck of the ship.

Fortunately, none of the three shells hit were 355-caliber heavy guns, and the 254-mm shells did not hit the fatal position, so that the warship was still sailing very strongly.

As a side of the war, there was only one battleship left that could counterattack, and the only main gun turret in the bow of the Old Man Star was already difficult to threaten the enemy.

It took five minutes of preparation for the twin turrets to roar, and two shells flew towards the enemy ship 10,000 meters away, and there was still a long distance away from the enemy ship in the sea at night, near the column of water that rushed to the sky.

Filimantle was still standing on the bridge, looking at the hazy shadow of the ship in the distance with his binoculars, and his smoky face was scorched with most of his beard, which had been carefully cared for for many years.

Joe Barne, who was on the other telescope next to him, was hanging his arm with a bandage, and the shock of the shell explosion just now, he was caught off guard and bruised his arm joint, his face was also blackened by gunsmoke, and the big drops of sweat on his head slipped down, and his face was dressed like a clown, which was quite ridiculous.

The nearest shell exploded less than thirty meters away from the Old Man Asterisk, and the column of water that rushed to the sky stirred up a large amount of seawater, and the warship was immediately washed by the falling seawater, and the two generals on the bridge were already soaked.

The enemy's terrible hit rate made the British Far East Fleet deeply palpitating, but the most terrible thing was that the enemy was far faster than its own.

In the course of more than an hour of naval battles, the position of the battlefield at this moment has shifted from the northern part of Belitung Island to the eastern part of Belitung Island, which is located in the middle of the coastline between Belitung Island and the western coastline of Borneo.

The British fleet was already moving at full speed and constantly changing positions, but the enemy on both sides was like maggots on the tarsal bones, and it was impossible to shake off and avoid it.

Even seizing the dominant position, as well as changing the distance and range of each ship, have become extravagant expectations.

The opposing side has always remained in the combat position from the beginning, and no matter how the British broke through, this could not be changed.

They are all old navy, and by now every British sailor has understood his fate, the enemy has more firepower and hit rate than himself, and has a speed far beyond his own, under these factors, it is like a little guy who has just learned to walk, to face a strong man, and be abused out of Yoneda Gong in minutes.

From half an hour earlier, Filimantle had given the order to retreat while fighting, but the enemy had only followed, and the intensity and density of fire had remained the same.

A little more than a hundred minutes have passed since the naval battle, and almost two hours have passed, and the mighty British Far East Fleet has ceased to exist.

Of the six powerful battleships, there are two left, one has completely lost its combat effectiveness, and one is not much better, and the other warships, less than a third of them can run along, and each of them is wounded, and the overall firepower is not even one-eighth of the previous one.

In this naval battle, it has become pointless to hold on, if it were not for the glory of the British sea, the remaining British sailors would have all surrendered.

Of the 20,000 British sailors of the Far Eastern Fleet, less than a fifth remained, and some of them swam in the sea and became prisoners of the enemy.

The mighty British Navy, which at this moment lost all its dignity and honor.

Another row of shells fell, and one shell after another landed precisely on the side of the battleship Star Old Man, and a large amount of seawater washed the warship again, ironically, the last burning flame on the ship was actually extinguished by the sea water stirred up by the shells.

After four rounds of shelling in a row, none of the remaining British warships were hit.

But the hearts of all the British sailors sank more and more.

They didn't think that this was because the enemy's hit rate had dropped, but that the last few rounds of shelling came down, and everyone felt more and more terrifying.

In four rounds of continuous shelling, none of the dense shells came within 30 meters of the warship, but the shells blocked the warship's surroundings.

"It's forcing us to raise the white flag." Joe Barn slammed his fist against the deck railing, and said with a look of shame.

Filimantle on the side was silent, and from the last three rounds of shelling, he had realized what the other party was trying to say, but he could not convince himself to give such an order.

Behind him, the staff officers of the fleet and some military chiefs of the Far East Navy all stood with their heads downcast, and even the only remaining main gun was silent, and the remaining firepower on the other warships was also very sparse, and in the past ten minutes, a few cannonballs were fired symbolically.

If a soldier has no courage to fight bloodily, he will have no courage to break the enemy.

What can Filimantle change, a large number of British sailors who have fallen into the water have been captured by the other side, and now, they can't run away if they want to.

"Raise the white flag and order all ships to turn off the power and stop attacking." Filimantle gritted his teeth and gave the most humiliating order of his life.

When Joe Barn heard this, he was about to say something, but in the end, he could only push everyone away like an angry bull and shut himself in the captain's room.

This naval battle has reached the point where the British Far East Fleet has nothing left, and if it persists, it will only bury more naval elites.

Filimantle could only pin his last hope on the government and the army.