On the Atlantic Ocean, on the deck washed by the salty, cold and wet seawater, a group of sailors are routinely washing the wooden deck with mops. Underneath the wood was the cold steel armor, then the chambers for various purposes, and the thicker armor and ammunition and oil depots below.

This is a sea giant built in the history of mankind, and it can be regarded as a great product of the wisdom of civilization. Tens of thousands of tons of steel float on the surface of the sea, carrying a series of flammable and explosive materials such as fuel shells. This huge battleship was the most powerful battleship of the German Navy, the battleship Marshal Raeder.

Although the Japanese Navy's battleship Yamato has been launched, the throne of the world's largest tonnage battleship has changed hands. However, this battleship can still be said to be one of the most powerful battleships at sea, and it can compete with any opponent without any suspense.

The battleship had eight 380 mm guns, which were much smaller than the nine 460 mm guns on board the Yamato, but it had a higher rate of fire and more terrifying accuracy. I have to say that the Germans are indeed extremely profound in machinery, and they have played machinery to an unattainable peak.

Combined with a modified autoloader, the eight 380mm guns can deliver a jaw-dropping rate of fire, faster than its sister ship, HMS Villain, which served in the UK.

The new captain stood on the bridge of the battleship, with a hint of pride on his hands. As a newly trained young ship commander, he has become accustomed to not using his own eyes to look for distant targets. Because the higher position of this battleship is installed with the world's most advanced radar system, which can help this powerful sea fortress to detect any threatening targets in advance.

"Long live the Führer! The news just came that the 17th destroyer reconnaissance fleet had not found enemy sea targets. An officer in the telegraph room walked up to the captain, stood upright, and reported the contents of the telegram he was tucking under his arm. There was a hint of pride on this ship, and every one of them was proud to be able to serve on a battleship named after an active marshal.

"Gentlemen, the purpose of our coming here is actually quite simple...... We're going to tell the British that we're coming. The captain stood in his position and said to all the people on the bridge, "I haven't figured out how to tell them, do you have any suggestions?"

"Sir, we don't have a good idea, but the loudest of our ships are probably the 380 mm cannons, you can try them. The artillery commander suggested with a hint of a smile and in a mocking tone.

The new captain nodded, of course he deliberately asked his men in such a mocking tone. This time, he was ordered to command a fleet with the battleship Admiral Raeder as the flagship to sail to the vicinity of Iceland to show off his might.

This time, their purpose is actually very simple, that is, to break the embarrassing position of the German naval fleet as "existing in the navy", and to develop the future German navy into a powerful navy with global deployment and offensive posture.

"Long live the Führer! The fleet has turned 10 degrees to the right and is 10 degrees south-east of Iceland, 17 nautical miles from Iceland. The sailor, who held the steering wheel firmly in both hands, reported the location of the battleship in a loud voice, his eyes fixed on the sea in the distance in front of the battleship, the waters of the Atlantic Ocean were still turbulent.

The bridges of battleships have always been protected by heavy armor, and now the bridges protected by heavy armor are no longer exactly the command center of battleships. Because there are also expensive electronic equipment radars, as well as other important equipment, such as the warning system of enemy radar wave speed, which is also installed here.

"Long live the Führer! General has reached the best position for artillery bombardment, and is ready to give the order to open fire. The officer in charge of the artillery stood in his position with his hands behind his back and loudly reported the readiness of all the guns on the battleship.

The sharp bow cut through the seawater, and on the central axis of the battleship of more than 40,000 tons, four turrets protected by heavy armor were pointed to the port side of the battleship. Eight slender and huge cannon barrels bobbed up and down with the ups and downs of the battleship, and the muzzles of the black holes looked so eerie.

"So, knock on the door and tell the people who live here that a guest is coming. The captain stood in his place, looking through the window at the island on the distant sea, which was not much different from the black spot, and spoke his order slowly in a cold tone.

The artillery commander, who stood upright in position, repeated the captain's order, and in the same mechanical and programmatic tone, gave the order to open fire to the messenger: "All main guns, fire at intervals, shoot!"

The officer standing next to him also stood up straight, tilted his head slightly at the command, and repeated the order into the microphone. A few seconds later, the first twin main gun not far in front of the battleship's bridge erupted in a bright tongue of fire. The entire battleship trembled slightly with this burst of light, and then a deafening sound was heard through the hatch into the command room.

No one who has ever heard of the mighty roar of the 380 mm guns could not have imagined how terrible it was, and these guns fired one after the other at slight intervals, sending heavy shells to the distant island of Iceland. They had to fly long distances and smash into the Grindavik area, destroying the few buildings there and the Allied field airfields, which had been bombed to the ground.

After only a short time, the silent Grindavik was devastated, and a cannonball landed on the side of the street, but a powerful explosion immediately engulfed the entire street. The streetlights were thrown into the air with great force, and stones and rubble mixed with shrapnel flew in all directions, embedded in the facades of the surrounding buildings.

The overwhelming sound of this cannonball did not stop, and another cannonball began to sing and harmonize. Once again, a huge explosion unleashed black smoke that obscured the sky, and the explosion lifted the roof of one building and threw it against the walls of another.

The Germans came, stronger, more confident and more confident than ever. When they came, they were no longer as silent as submarine warfare, but with a thunderous momentum, standing directly on the doorstep of the British. This time they switched places with Britain, which had ruled the world's oceans for a hundred years, and this time they switched places with Britain at the time of the last war.

They no longer huddle in their own harbors, relying on shore defense artillery to barely hold on to the enemy's blockade; they are no longer like ostriches, squatting in their harbors waiting for the end of the war; they no longer sit on the shore, and then at the end of the war send their powerful warships and sink helplessly in the enemy's harbor.

"Listen, the cannon is knocking at the door, one by one, in our hearts! and in the hearts of the enemy!" exclaimed the captain standing in his position inside the beautiful bridge of the battleship Marshal Raeder. The Führer gave the German Navy a stronger soul, and this strength made every officer of the German Navy yearn for something called victory.

The second round of shelling began with this exclamation, and the loaded giant artillery opened fire again, and another round of shells flew towards the distant sea level, towards the small island full of volcanoes.

At this moment, inside the British naval base in Iceland, the King of England is asking his men what is going on. Their early warning system was destroyed when the German bombers bombed Iceland, so now they are very slow to respond to the German offensive.

"General Dowding has just verified the news, it's not a German bomber! The lookout post has also confirmed that they didn't see a German bomber appear over Iceland. An aging minister explained the situation to a panicked His Majesty, and the distant explosions made the minister's heart tremble.

Standing next to him was a high-ranking officer of the Royal Navy, and at this time he knew that he could not avoid the king's inquiry, so he had to stand up and explain stubbornly: "This may be the shelling of the German Navy, they have battleships, so it may be the sound of their battleships shelling our towns such as Grindavik." ”

"Shelling? What about our navy? The Germans' navy is already able to shell where I am with impunity, but our navy is not able to carry out effective interceptions and counterattacks, and this is really the worst news I have ever heard. Although the expression on his face showed that His Majesty was a little flustered, the good manners he had received made him speak very tactfully.

"Our main naval force has just returned to the east coast of the United States, and many ships need to be repaired in Canada, and a few must be repaired at American shipyards before they can continue sailing......" The admiral said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when the Royal Navy veteran Dudley Pound was away, he had to bear a heavy burden that was indeed not light.

"Hell, our air force can't take off to meet the enemy, and our navy has been diverted to the South Atlantic for a foolish plan. Before the king could speak, one of his ministers whispered: "Now let a German battleship come to us to show off its might." ”

"Make a plan to either get us back to Canada from this damn base, or have our warships stop what happened today. The king heard the complaint, but did not rebuke it. After saying this, he left the command room with the people.