Six-five-nine, Mamma Mia, they passed by!

The wind and bumpy North Sea made the Seamus shouting and scolding endlessly, especially at noon, the sea began to fill with mist, which made the crew of this cargo ship from Brazil, carrying more than 3,000 tons of rubber, who had never been to the North Sea, dumbfounded. 【 I want: super fast update 】

Twenty years ago, rubber has become an important resource, the world's largest rubber producing country is China, the big exchange in Shanghai, these years those who have become rich earlier in the rubber businessmen not only grow their own, but also go to foreign enclosures, accounting for 7 percent of the world's rubber plantations are said to be a special system.

The young Chinese emperor seemed to be very interested in the world's big rubber group, the big white sugar group, the big copper mining group, and so on, and recently they took advantage of the declining situation of the war to propose to build Shanghai into the world's largest futures trading center.

The small Brazilian rubber merchants in the cracks could only be slowly eroded, and they were about to be completely occupied by the Chinese, but suddenly war broke out.

War is a monster and an opportunity to make a fortune, and many people even take risks, such as the Simos, which was not sold to Britain and France, but was destined for shipment to Rotterdam, the Netherlands.

Captain Bandacus is an experienced old sea wolf, he knows how to get big profits, although along the way to face the indiscriminate strangulation of German submarines, and to face the Entente ** ship layers of cross-examination, but as long as it succeeds once, it is an incalculable profit!

Because Germany has been blockaded very hard, they don't care about money at this time, not to mention that they have enough rubber to make thousands of truck tires.

"How far is it?" The chief engineer staggered into the bridge, the smell of soot and oil underneath made him a little dizzy, compared to the calm Caribbean Sea and the South Atlantic.

"There are about eight hours left."

"God." After listening to Bandacus's words, the chief engineer slapped his forehead fiercely, and shouted with a sad face: "This is the last time, really, the next time!" ”

"Hehe, Fellman, I think you said the same thing last time." The first mate smiled beside him with his coffee.

"Really? Oh well, one more time. The chief engineer smiled and walked out of the bridge, eight hours was not a difficult one, perhaps blowing the wind on the deck, avoiding the unpleasant smell of coal below, but when he stepped out of the bridge with half a foot, his eyes suddenly straightened, and he saw a sudden rise of smoke on the sea level on the right, and experience told him that this was no ordinary cargo ship.

"Captain, I think." Before the chief engineer could finish stammering, a shout suddenly sounded on the other side: "God, it's a warship, a British ** ship!" ”

The chief engineer turned his head to look, only to see black smoke appearing on the other side of the Simos, and at this time, there was more and more black smoke in front of him.

"Captain, it's not good, it's a German ** ship!"

"What!" Captain Bendacus, who was looking at the British cruiser, was startled, and quickly turned his head to look to the other side, only to see that three German cruisers had also rushed out of the sea level, and the cold bow had crashed into the sea and was speeding towards him.

The sudden appearance of the two bō fleets, one on the left and one on the right, made everyone lose their minds, what should they do? The chief engineer patted his forehead and cried with a sad face, didn't he just transport some rubber! It's worth the Entente and the Alliance to encircle and arrest at the same time?!

"Captain, given the current situation, I feel that we should immediately fly the white flag and surrender to whoever wins." The first mate swallowed his saliva and thought of the only way to avoid trouble.

"Good idea, but." Captain Bandacus was just about to give the order to hoist the white flag, when a big question suddenly came to mind: "Do we have a white flag?" ”

Remember that this guy Fillman has a big white pants! The first mate looked at the chief engineer, who was already about to turn his back on his back. (Full text reading, all in. (.i. Want. Wen. Learning Network)

A moment later, when a tattered white flag was hung on the top of the mast, the lookouts on the two British and German light patrol fleets were dumbfounded at the same time, but they automatically filtered out the dirty and yellow-stained "white flag".

The battle sirens sounded in all the cabins of the three German light cruisers, and ten coal-fired and two oil-fired boilers hissed out all the steam, and the ferocious high-pressure steam, the three Wiesbaden-class light cruisers loaded with 6,600 tons instantly increased to the point that the first shell burst out of the Elpin's 150 mm gun breech.

"Boom, boom."

"Ten o'clock, two destroyers!"

In the midst of the terrible shouts, the commander of the German Second Cruiser Detachment, Rear Admiral Berdick, immediately turned the telescope and saw that on his left, the two destroyers began to approach at high speed, and just by looking at the lànhuā of the bow of the other ship, he knew that the speed exceeded at least 28 knots!

"The Wiesbaden stopped them!"

In the shouting, the Wiesbaden on the left had already turned the bow of the ship and let go of the original shelling target, pouring all its firepower on the two destroyers approaching at high speed.

Eight L45/150 mm naval guns, two 88 mm rapid-fire guns, and four 37 mm machine guns burst out with great power at the same time, and the dense shells fell in front of the two class destroyers, which suddenly brought up countless water columns.

This scene made Vice Admiral Sinclair secretly regret it, but he was just about to order the light patrol to open fire and let the destroyer make a heavy assault, when a fireball in the corner of his eye made his heart pound.

"It's the Lostoft, it was shot, starboard, starboard!" When the first mate shouted and reported, the Lostoft was already in disarray, and a 150-mm shell hit the 47-mm rapid-fire gun on the starboard side, and although the shell did not penetrate the armor, it detonated several shells that had forgotten to put away when the air defense had just been carried out.

The swept shrapnel killed all the sailors on the gun emplacement, and also affected the two 6-inch rapid-fire guns on the starboard side, forcing them to fire a full 15 minutes of silence.

The sailors rushed to the side of the fire with leather pipes, and the water dragons quickly suppressed the flames, and seeing the fire gradually being extinguished, Major General Berdick, who scored first, was not satisfied.

Judging from the comparison of warships, the Wiesbaden-class is about the same as the three Birmingham-class on the other side, but because of the late launch, the speed is 2 knots, and the opponent has 9 152 mm rapid-fire guns, and he is 8 150 mm rapid-fire guns, but there are 2 more 88 mm guns, which is even stronger in power.

So you still have an advantage!

Seeing that there were only three Birmingham-class light cruisers worse than his own, Rear Admiral Burdick completely forgot the order to lure the enemy into a fight and wait for the arrival of the battlecruisers, and immediately ordered the Frankfurt to move closer to him, and then the two ships together diagonally towards the wounded Lostoft.

"Damn, destroyers block them!"

Since there was no opponent in speed, Commodore Sinclair had to order the four class destroyers to strike again without a chance, but the Frankfurt blocked the position, and the German rapid-fire guns, which were far superior to the British guns, finally played an advantage at this time, and the shells covered the four destroyers one by one, and even suppressed the four destroyers with only one light cruiser.

Fifteen minutes later, when the two 6-inch (152 mm) guns on the starboard side of the Lostoft finally reopened fire, Rear Admiral Berdick had closed the distance to 12,000 yards.

The Frankfurt hit the bridge of the Losteft again, but fortunately the shell did not explode, but then two shells from the Elpin gave the British sailors a taste of the power of German armor-piercing shells, and the shells drilled through the low rear observation tower, and a huge explosion occurred in the tower, and the steel shell shattered and exploded like eggshells, and the smoke billowed from the rear of the Lostoft.

Fire and smoke during the day is catastrophic for any battleship, meaning not only that it becomes a cannonball magnet, but also that it cannot be dodged.

At this moment, two sister ships, HMS Nottingham and HMS Birmingham, finally rushed to support, and in a 2-on-3 situation, Commodore Sinclair began to turn the situation around little by little.

"Boom."

A shell landed in front of the bridge of the Nottingham, and the massive blast force swept everyone on the bridge to the ground, even all the instrument glass covers on the navigation console were shattered, and the compass pointer was fixed in one direction.

"General, we should retreat now, General Betty said before, draw the enemy over when you encounter them." The staff officer shouted as he reminded.

"Now?"

"Yes."

"But." Commodore Sinclair, who had risen, wanted to say that he still had an advantage, but when he saw the fourth German cruiser rushing into the battlefield, he suddenly changed his mind and immediately ordered the ships to follow his flagship movement and retreat.

The three light cruisers and the four destroyers began to retreat at an accelerated pace, but Rear Admiral Berdick did not want the fat in his mouth to disperse like this, and when he saw that the Pilau also hurried over, he immediately ordered everyone to abandon their entanglement with the other ships and shell the wounded Lostoft with all their might.

The battleships were racing around the sea, making the sailors on the Seamos look nervous and worried, for fear that the shell would not last long and the eyes would fall on their heads, just when Captain Bandacus was ready to surrender to the German ** ship, a huge column of water suddenly rose on the sea.

Under the combined fire of three light cruisers, the wounded Lostoft finally managed to make it out, and after multiple shells hit the boiler room and slowed down, the Frankfurt seized the opportunity to fire four 500-mm torpedoes less than 3,000 yards away.

The torpedo hit the bow of the Lostoft, a huge explosion erupted from under the water, and a moment later the light cruiser with a standard displacement of 5,440 tons slowly sank into the water.

Although Rear Admiral Berdick sank the Lostoft, but also allowed the remaining two remaining British light cruisers and four destroyers to successfully pull a certain distance, at this time, he remembered the grappling mission assigned by Hipper, slapped his head, and ordered to speed up the pursuit.

The Wiesbaden class was 2 knots larger than the Birmingham class, and because of the smoke from the injury, the pursuit target was very obvious, seeing that it was a little bit larger than himself, the captain of the navigator accelerated again and again, and when the gunner gave the order to return fire, he also ordered the release of smoke, but the four German light cruisers that could be pursued were firmly stuck in their positions, obviously wanting to continue to entangle.

Brigadier Sinclair didn't know why these Germans were so rampant, you must know that they would run away immediately if they had gained a little battle before, but now he hoped that the other party would continue to entangle him, looking at the slowly sinking Lostoft, he gritted his teeth and clucked the handrail, although he couldn't turn around to take revenge now, and he was still in danger, but he believed that after a while, these damn Germans would know what firepower advantage was!

The pursuit continued, and the helmsman nervously twisted the rudder again and again, and according to the instrument pointer in front of him, the warship avoided dodging on the sea surface in a S line, but when a familiar island appeared in the distance, the navigator noticed that something was wrong.

"General, we seem to be in a bit of trouble, the gyroscope and compass seem to be broken!" After hesitating for a moment, the navigator finally raised his head from the chart and said with certainty: "The engagement and evasion just now have allowed us to deviate from General Betty by at least about 17 nautical miles!" ”

"What!" Looking at the fog that began to rise from the sea, the officers in the bridge suddenly felt a bad feeling in their hearts.

Amid Commodore Sinclair's screams of surprise, the sailors on the deck of the Simos finally breathed a sigh of relief and poked their heads out, reassuring themselves by the fading sound of their guns and the Anglo-German cruisers.

"Damn, what are you doing with it!" Captain Fairman saw that his white pants were still fluttering, and immediately tried to tear it off with his own hands, but when his fingers touched the pants, his eyes straightened again.

"U-turn, U-turn!"

"Damn, what are you doing in a daze? Rise, rise! ”

The white pants were raised again at a high speed, for everyone saw a thick smoke rising from the sea in the distance, and everyone shuddered when five huge battle cruisers flying the Iron Cross and pointing their guns at them passed by.

"What is this?"

Hipper looked at the yellow-stained, tattered white flag a little dizzy, but fortunately, like the previous ones, he didn't have time to think about irrelevant questions and chased in the direction of Sinclair's disappearance.

At this time, General David Betty could no longer sit still, standing on the bridge of the battlecruiser Tiger, the binoculars raised and lowered, because Brigadier Sinclair had not yet appeared.

"What's wrong? There were only four German light cruisers, and not one of them escaped? Betty secretly wondered, even if the light patrol was a little worse, but there were still four class destroyers, there was a great hope of escaping.

"Did the plane find anything?" Betty asked, turning her head.

"There are no generals yet."

Hearing that the reconnaissance plane did not move, David Betty faintly felt that something was wrong, according to common sense, he had actually reacted, but the enemy's location and size were unknown, and the cruiser squadron did not know how to do it, and there was no information to send, so he could only immediately order to accelerate to 23 knots and rush at full speed to the direction that Commodore Sinclair said.

As the minutes ticked by, the fog in the North Sea was still thickening, Captain Bandacs had leisurely bitten his cigar, and the white pants on the mast were a little eye-catching, although they didn't know what was going on, but it was good news that Germany and Britain were chasing each other, because it meant that there was no danger nearby, and it would take another six hours to reach Rotterdam, and it seemed that gold was beckoning to everyone.

But at this moment, there was chaos again in the bridge, because everyone saw that a large fleet flying the rice flag was spitting smoke and dust like a black dragon, and it was once again killed from a distance.

"What's going on today? Are the British and Germans crazy? ”

"This is a naval operation? It's still a race to the top! ”

In the midst of Fairman's and first mate's doubts, the cigar in Captain Bandacus' mouth snapped off the deck because he had discovered a major problem!

They missed each other!

Across the 16 nautical miles of the sea, which began to fill with fog, they passed by!

"Mamma Mia, Lord Almighty!"

"Let's get out of this crazy sea now!"

SP: Thank you for your concern, the little girl has a cold and loves to make trouble, but last night I had to watch her sleep, and the hippopotamus could only sit on the edge of the bed with her while coding, but I didn't expect to find myself sleeping on the floor in the morning.

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