The news from the rear made Holland feel refreshed. It was confirmed that the sunken armored ship was the Admiral Spee, one of the three major escort ships of the German aircraft carrier formation, which also confirmed that the German aircraft carrier fleet was exactly in the direction of its pursuit.

Although his own arrangement is foolproof, if the German aircraft carrier is sunk by the army of other roads, then as a commander, the brilliance of victory will still lose a lot of color. So being able to personally annihilate the German Navy's high seas fleet, Holland felt that his myth could be considered perfect.

When it comes to tactical arrangements, it can be said that it is a last resort, and when it comes to front-line battles, it can be regarded as heroic, and this battle is enough to make him famous all over the world, and it is not an exaggeration to be regarded as the god of the contemporary British navy.

Because of the terrifying speed of the entire fleet, the huge waves splashed from the bow occasionally even rushed to the deck, and the huge bow of the ship bravely advanced on the sea, which made Vice Admiral Holan, who could see this clearly with the help of the faint light, feel very happy.

However, just when Vice Admiral Holland was in a good mood, at 3:30 a.m., the German Navy military airfield in Belgium was brightly lit, and 30 Stuka dive bombers were being loaded with huge aerial bombs by ground crew. And not far away, at another field airfield, 50 FW-190 fighters with torpedoes on them were waiting to take off, and they would take off in formation at night and then go to the place of engagement, striving to start attacking the British fleet at the moment of dawn.

At the same time, 30 Do-217 bombers had also been hoisted at military airfields in the Netherlands, and they were accompanied by 40 Stuka bombers and 30 FW-190D Air Force fighters with auxiliary fuel tanks on the surrounding airfields. These planes were to take off at dawn to attack the two battleships HMS George V and HMS Howe, which were now on the run.

At 1:17 a.m. in Berlin, the German capital, Führer Accardo Rudolph summoned his Chief of the Navy General Staff Raeder and Air Chief Chief Catherine to inquire in detail about the course of the Battle of the English Channel. No one sleeps peacefully, the High Command is brightly lit, waiting for a final result that does not know whether it is good or bad.

Similarly, in London, the capital of England, Churchill looked at the eastern sky, not knowing whether to anticipate or be nervous. Accardo slept for two hours because he didn't know the battle had begun, while Churchill waited for news and the future of the British Empire.

At 3:45 a.m., Vice Admiral Holland ordered the fleet to abandon its formation, and with destroyers and cruisers as the vanguard, it stepped forward to entangle the German naval escort ships and completely bite the German high seas fleet. If this tactic is carried out, then the German High Seas Fleet will also be doomed.

Almost at the same moment, German fighters from the Netherlands and on the territory of Belgium took off in droves and flew to the sea area of their target. Nearly 200 planes took off from various airports, whistling over vast fields and mountains and forests, towards the endless sea.

In the North Sea, all the cruisers and destroyers of the British pursuit fleet began to accelerate, and the actual distance between the two sides was only a short 17 kilometers.

"We should do something, right?" said the first mate on the bridge of the I-class destroyer, asking his captain expectantly.

"In order to save the poison, the gray wolf cannot be exposed. The captain sighed and said, "I can die, but I can't die as a German spy wolf." I can only be the captain of a destroyer in the British Navy!"

"I'll hit a little bit wrong and throw you overboard. The first mate smiled and said, "If you don't die, someone will prove it to you." ”

As he spoke, he took out his pistol and pointed it at the captain: "If you are still alive, sue the poison and let him tell the Führer, for the rise of Germany, I will do my best!"

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet hit the captain, the German spy Gray Wolf, in the leg, and blood immediately came out. The first mate asked the soldiers on the bridge to send the gray wolf, who was wounded in the leg, back to the cabin where the British crew was being held, and then took over the command of the entire bridge himself.

"Continue to speed up and insert yourself between the two battleships, the Hood and the Prestige! Signal to the Prestige that our ships are ready to fire a salvo of torpedoes to disperse the opposing destroyers and cruisers. The first mate commanded loudly from the bridge.

"The torpedo tubes are aimed on both sides! Prepare to fire torpedoes at the same time!" The first mate stared at the sea in front of him and gave one order after another: "Long live Führer Accardo? Long live Rudolf! Long live the Holy Great German Third Reich! We will exchange our sacrifice for the greatest victory in the history of the German Navy!"

"Victory!" shouted everyone with their right hands raised. The I-class destroyer slammed forward, closing the distance between the Hood and the Prestige in the front row, and directly in front of it, a British cruiser was also speeding up.

"Sell a flaw in a while, let those captured British sailors escape, at least ensure that a few living people testify to the captain! Understand?" The first mate looked at his sweaty palms, smiled and said: "We people should die here today, but some of us must be alive! Don't envy those who are alive, because compared with them, who is happier is really hard to say!"

The living will continue to face the frightened environment, struggle to survive alone in the enemy's lair, continue to betray those who call them brothers, and continue to destroy another country that treats them well—these survivors may be more miserable than death.

This is war, this is the war of spies. It burned his heart like the fire of hell, and every minute and every second was tormented. To destroy another motherland for the sake of the motherland, to murder the familiar faces who laugh loudly in the bar every day for the sake of victory.

God, it's about to dawn. And the night around was even darker, this was the brief darkness before dawn, this was the last chance for the British Navy.

"Boom!" the Hood's 381 mm guns fired, and although it wasn't close, it still fired, letting out its own roar, firing its shells at a relatively extreme distance.

"Boom!" Not far behind, the battlecruiser Prestige fired its first salvo attack, and although there were only four main guns in front, it still glowed like a dazzling flame in the darkness.

"Prepare to launch a torpedo!" On the bridge of the Class I destroyer, the first mate frowned and watched the huge battleships on either side of him fire shells, at this moment he did not know how far the distance between the two sides was, and could only rely on the actions of the fleet to make a vague judgment.

The destroyer is still accelerating, still overdrawing the power system. At more than 30 knots, it was much faster than the Hood and the Prestige, and it was already in the middle of the two giant warships.

"Fire the torpedoes!" and release the British sailors!" The first mate finally gave the order for them to occupy the telegraph room! From this moment on, the undercover mission of our enemy camp was completely over!

"Bang!" a series of sounds, not loud under the influence of distant artillery fire, the torpedoes were fired into the water one by one, and immediately a white wave swam towards the dark sea in the distance.

Only a few dozen seconds later, gunfire rang out on the I-class destroyer, and the British sailors desperately snatched the guards' weapons, and a fierce exchange of fire ensued. The British sailors were overwhelmed, pinning down the smaller number of German spies at several points such as the bridge, recaptured the telegraph room, and immediately contacted their own command ship.

"One of the destroyers in the fleet sent a strange telegram. An officer handed the telegram to Holland: "It says Beware of the torpedo on the right." ”

"Right torpedo, I thought it was strange that a Tier I destroyer was going to pass between us and the Prestige ten minutes ago...... Immediately order the battleship to evade!" Holland muttered twice, and then immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He finally knew what the reason for the German navy was so risky, and he finally knew where the uneasy feeling that had been permeating him even though he had won the battle was coming from. It turned out that this was the biggest nail that the Germans had planted in the British Navy, and they had chosen this nail so selectively!

"Oh God, are you really going to destroy the British Empire?" Lieutenant General Holland raised his head to the sky and wailed loudly.

And just as he was wailing, there was a sudden violent explosion on the port side of the battlecruiser Prestige, and there were as many as three of them. Three torpedoes hit the side of the Prestige almost simultaneously, and there was a violent explosion.

"Aim at that I-class destroyer!Sink it!Sink it!Sink it!Sink it!Sink it!" The explosion woke up Vice Admiral Holland, who was almost fainting in anger, and he grabbed Colonel Cole, who was already stunned by the sight in front of him, and ordered loudly: "Fire! Sink it!"

With the help of high speed and distance, the Hood dodged four torpedoes, but the remaining one still hit the Hood. And because of the Hood's turn, the torpedo struck the tail of the Hood solidly.

The sound of the explosion followed, and the violent shaking caused Lieutenant General Holland to stagger a step and prop his hand on the chart table beside him. Then the Hood's secondary guns opened fire, and the shells smashed into their own warship.

A battle in the English Channel, which the British were determined to win, was turned upside down by the defection of a destroyer.