397 The witty Lord of the Admiralty
The two captains of the heavy cruiser watched the roost sink as if waiting for the towering stage to slowly fall back to the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ Like a star standing on the stage, she descended to the level of the cruiser's waterline and looked at the surrendered team from a distance across the sea two hundred meters.
The captain held his breath and waited in fear for Suhime's sanctions. He wasn't even sure if the word "surrender" was good for the Deep Navy, like the Caucasian who was captured by the Amazons, and even feared that he would be sacrificed alive.
But Qi Ji looked at them indifferently, and silently retreated into the body of the perched beast, and the dark golden silhouette disappeared step by step on the dividing line between sunlight and darkness.
Then, the surging and generous sonar waves radiated the entire sea area, and the majestic battle beasts sang and roared, raised their heads and spewed out a wave of sky-high heat, and then lowered their heads into the water, completely submerged by the blue waves. The captain threw himself to the edge of the deck and looked down on the railing, and could see a vast black shadow under the thin sea, slowly speeding towards the English mainland.
Receiving the sonar waves, the deep-sea beasts under the surface of the sea cheered, like a group of squeaky dolphins, tumbling and floating on the surface of the sea, chopping waves and rushing towards the Nordic continent, completely ignoring the paralyzed English cruiser fleet on the sea.
The captain seemed to have survived the judgment of life and death, and collapsed on the railing, gasping for fear after that.
The noble battleship Suhime did not accept the surrender of the humans. But instead of cleansing the battlefield, she walked away with contempt, even so proud that she disdained to harvest these defenseless lives.
The shouting Deep Navy Regiment floated away from the battlefield like an endless black tide in the push of the waves, leaving cold fear to dominate the hearts of the sailors.
"Captainβwe should immediately telegraph the Admiralty to defend the coastline!" A voice eagerly suggested in the captain's ear, "The firepower of the battleship is so terrible that if it reaches the continental shelf of England, it will be able to raze our city dozens of kilometers away!" β
"It's too late, it's too late!" The captain looked up to the sky and sighed, hiding the futile tears on his face: "The upheaval in Venezuela has led away the peacekeeping fleet and weakened Europe's coastal defense forces in disguise. To the west of the Faroe Islands, there was no longer a hegemonic fleet - the era of England running rampant on the seas had passed. It's over! β
The captain's railing, whose heart was like ashes, was silent for a few seconds before he lowered his head and said slowly: "Drag the wounded Conqueror-class ship No. 1 and sail back to the Faroe Islands." Compile the firepower, size, range and course of the Deep Sea Regiment and report it to 10 Downing Street to warn London! I suspect that the deep sea of the Arctic Ocean has suddenly appeared, and there are signs of coveting the continent. The sea frontier has been lost, we must defend the homeland! β
"Yes!" The adjutant was categorical.
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It was raining down on Downing Street, and under the gray sky, there were very few pedestrians with umbrellas. On the wet side of the street, the black barbed railings dripping with water dripping protect a quiet residence: 10 Downing Street, the office of the Prime Minister.
England Prime Minister Humphrey looked anxiously at the urgent report handed by the Admiralty, and rubbed his forehead painfully.
"Prime Minister, the Secretary of the Navy is waiting for you on the phone line." The Prime Minister's secretary whispered.
Humphrey lifted the phone and said with a sad voice, "I want to hear good news." β
"I have good news, Your Excellency, if you need it," the Admiralty Chancellor nervously pandered, "the good news is that Denmark and Norway, under the deterrence of the Deep Naval Corps, are willing to sign the Norwegian Maritime Alliance, Denmark agrees that English troops will be stationed in the Faroe Islands, and we can freely establish air bases on the islands, greatly increasing sea supremacy." They finally got their hands dirty. β
"Good." The Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief.
"The bad news," the Admiralty Chancellor cautioned, "we've lost track of the Deep Sea Regimentβthose guys are so good at submarine, we just know that the Legion is approaching England and can't lock their coordinates." β
"Are you saying that you ask the council for a large amount of military money every year, but you can't even provide the coordinates of the enemy ships?" The prime minister began to dig holes and wait for people to jump.
"Actually, the invasion of these little cousins is a good thing, Your Excellency," the Admiralty Chancellor was not stupid, and he changed the subject: "The Deep Navy regiments in the Arctic Ocean are not to be worried, and the Royal Air Force can kill them all at an altitude of two thousand meters. But diplomatically, it put a lot of pressure on Norway and Denmark, who could not defend such a long coastline alone. Once sea supremacy is lost, Norway and Denmark will be the first to bear the brunt. Norway, Denmark, and the Netherlands and Belgium on the coast will all come to the British Empire like frightened bunnies, hoping that the mighty Royal Fleet will keep the Deep Navy out of the continental shelf. β
The Minister of the Navy said eloquently, with a lotus tongue: "And this time, Norway and Denmark signed the alliance pact and agreed to join the British Naval Alliance, which is the prelude to the integration of European naval forces. Next, the Netherlands, Belgium, and even Spain and France will be forced to join the naval alliance of the British Empire under defensive pressure. As soon as they began to rely on the protection of the Royal Fleet, they would gradually become vassals of the British Empire, and as long as the British Empire integrated the power of Europe, the glory of the sun never set was just around the corner. β
"So?" Humphrey was so calm that he even closed his eyes and took a sip of black tea.
"If the Deep Navy were stronger, it would be more beneficial for the European integration plan to let the French who were indulged in pleasure start to sit on pins and needles. The news of the disappearance of the Deep Navy in Norwegian waters will make the diplomats who have been struggling to sign the contract in a hurry, and it will promote the establishment of the British Naval Alliance. "The Admiralty's tactful shirking of responsibility has misinterpreted the bad news of the civil servant's dereliction of duty into good news.
"In fact, even if we determine the coordinates of the Deep Navy, we can keep it a secret and let the French be tormented by the fear of the unknown, as long as the thought of the giant cannons of the Deep Navy Regiment appearing at any time on the long coastline, we will go crazy in a few days." Humphrey smiled heartily, "It's time for the French to abandon their ridiculous reserve and kiss the shoes of the British Royal Navy." β
"Exactly, Your Excellency Prime Minister." The Admiralty relented, "To be precise, let the deep-sea frenzy come more violently." β
Humphrey confidently put down the phone, feeling that the air was suddenly fresher. He calmed down, and finally regained the grace of his gestures, and stood in front of the window with a teacup, squinting at the torrential rain that banged on the window.
"Then let Europe suffer a little first." Humphrey muttered to himself, feeling like a nobleman.
(To be continued.) )