The formation of the Allied fleet is now in chaos. Almost half of the warships are fighting each other, and the remaining half are desperately covering the half of the warships. The injured warships are ordered to leave the fleet, and the fire is burning and struggling on the sea without hope.

The fire and sinking of the escort aircraft carrier Galare undoubtedly caused immeasurable losses to the Allied fleet. These losses were not only caused by the losses of air defense carrier-based aircraft, but also by the blows suffered by the Allied navy morale.

"The captain of the USS Galaire has ordered the abandonment of the ship. Fortunately, there are not many carrier-based aircraft left on the ship. There are still nine left when it was hit." The adjutant was somewhat grateful to report to his commander the sinking of the USS Galaire: "The Liverpool cruiser is trying to get over, but in front of him is the battleship Ramirez that is being attacked, which may take longer to go."

"There's no time! What we lack the most now in Anson may be time!" Dudley Pound watched anxiously as his fleet was attacked by German planes. He finally knew why Churchill, who was born as a minister of the Navy, had experienced the defeat of the Battle of the English Channel. The mode of the naval battle had changed at that time. What's ridiculous is that he still insisted on a bunch of shitty traditions.

Long-range carrier-based aircraft can easily tear apart the extremely solid battleships outside the range of sight. The bombs that slim aircraft can carry make all large ships at sea desperate. Human society will develop, and weapons will also improve. The weight of carrier-based aircraft is getting bigger and bigger, and the power of the engine is getting higher and higher, and the performance of these aircraft will obviously get better and better.

On the other hand, bombs will become more and more exquisite due to the advances in chemistry and other sciences, and their power will become greater and greater. The bombs and torpedoes will produce more amazing damage effects.

But what about the warships that look extremely powerful? No matter how the armor of these warships increases, they cannot change the fact that the ships need to float on the water. Therefore, it is difficult to change greatly over time. The defense power of the warships has almost reached its end, but the attack power of the weapons is far from there.

Therefore, the future naval war has quietly changed the mode, the era of large ships and giant cannons will eventually end, and the era of carrier-based aircraft carriers will begin. Unfortunately, the Germans and Americans are ahead of the world in this regard, but Britain cannot be seen in the first echelon.

A hundred years of glory and a hundred years of invincible myth have brought the supreme glory and strong beliefs to the Royal Navy, the accumulated foundation and accumulated experience have made this navy well trained and amazing combat effectiveness; but in the same way, a hundred years have left the old and corruption to this navy, making this navy unable to take courage in the changes of the times and take steps to the right direction.

"Our glory is gone," Dudley Pound stood beside the porthole, sighed quietly, then changed his expression, shook his head and said firmly to himself: "No! It's not that our navy has lost its former glory, but that I myself have lost the fearless Nelson spirit!"

He felt that it was his cowardly battle that led to the current situation. In order to curb the current decline, he must cheer up, exert Nelson's fighting spirit, and use his courage and strong belief to win a great victory for the Royal Navy.

"God! Please bless me! Please bless the British Empire! If we can finally win this war, then I, Dudley Pound, will definitely insist on developing the naval aviation force and not make stupid mistakes again!" Unconsciously, Dudley Pound prayed in pessimism, hoping to seize any glimmer of hope that he might win, even the gods.

Then he looked at the staff officer behind him and said the order behind him: "Let the fleet turn again! Then go forward at full speed! Target the German high seas fleet and head to the east!"

"General! Then isn't the turning action we just took wasted?" The staff officer looked at his general with some confusion: "The fleet is prone to chaos in such repeated orders."

"I know! I know! Anson!" Dudley Pound also felt that his order was a bit inconsistent, but he had just resolved his contradictory thoughts, so of course he had to go with another inconsistent order: "But in this situation, we must rely on battleships to find our own rhythm slightly."

The staff officer did not go to convey the order, but continued to persuade: "God General! I am frank, my duty makes me remind you that you are taking risks with the entire fleet. Germany also has a battleship like the USS Wicked. Relying on the USS Ramirez, it is really not possible to defeat the German battleship. The USS Ramirez was built in 1917, and the German battleship was at least 15 years younger than it."

"I know! But we have heavy cruisers and Queen Elizabeth. As long as we can disrupt the Germans' positions, the evildoers and the Nelson, we will have a chance to create miracles!" Dudley Pound looked at his subordinates and said firmly: "We should not hesitate anymore. This will make us forget about the Nelson spirit battle! We must fight! This is everything for us, isn't it?"

"General! You convinced me," the staff member stood attentively and said to Dudley Pound: "But our orders may anger the Americans, but I think we should try as much as possible, at least because the Germans should suffer a little!"

"Send signals to all the submarines nearby, and our real reinforcements may be coming soon!" Dudley Pound of course was prepared. If he really only relied on two fleet aircraft carriers, his old fox would not expose his fleet to the threat of the German high seas fleet.

"Is this British commander crazy?" The captain of the USS Franklin aircraft carrier looked at the order in front of him, sneered and threw the telegram under his feet: "He issued four orders to change his course! Do he think he is playing with a trolley? He will push it in which direction he wants to push it?"

"He messed up the fleet himself! Is he still going to take us to die now?" Another American official shouted in anger with his hands behind his back, "We have lost almost 100 fighter jets. He is still thinking about whether we should charge or escape? Are there no smarter people in the British who are to serve as their naval commander?"

The captain of the United States shook his head and then sarcastically said: "God! Our generals should have known for a long time that since Washington defeated the British, Britain had no better military commander than the United States! But these idiots actually handed over our fleet to the British for command for the sake of so-called ally relations."

"So, Captain, do we want to carry out the British orders?" the officer, who had been angry, asked.

"Keep the route! Let the British orders go to hell!" The American captain waved his hand: "Send a telegram to the British, saying that because the planes are seriously damaged, we will keep the original route and give them the back of the fleet!"

So the entire fleet immediately became a mess, and the American ships maintained their original course and almost dispersed the British fleet. The British fleet was disturbed by the US Navy and the ships that finally completed the steering were not much formation at all.

What's more, when the steering was completed, the Allied fleet was covered with the fourth German attack aircraft group. These German aircraft had no compassion and took advantage of the chaos of the Allied forces to sink a destroyer and two cruisers. The Royal Ark was also hit for the first time during the steering process, but it caused almost no substantial losses.

"This group of American bastards! What are they thinking about when they are doing things randomly at this time? Are they from the Germans? Hell!" The staff officer was excited to curse when he got the American fleet to maintain the original northbound route. Of course, he knew how disaster the Americans did this to the entire fleet. The direct reason for the losses of British ships to rise sharply was the decision of the Americans.

"Don't be so excited and want to drive, at least they didn't fire at us." Dudley Pound sighed helplessly, and then said, "Let the fleet restore formation as much as possible, cover each other and don't retreat! Our reinforcements will arrive soon, and the victory will eventually belong to our British Navy!"

Just as he said these words, two German Stukas rushed down the clouds one by one, aiming the torpedoes at the side of a British navy cruiser. They adjusted their positions and then threw the two torpedoes into the sea at a very close distance. Then the two planes pulled them away and left the battle.

Soon the torpedo hit its target, and a British cruiser was severely damaged. The battleship's speed suddenly slowed down, and the huge explosion even pulled open part of its deck, and the sea water poured directly into the big holes on the side, flooding one cabin after another.

"General! The fifth batch of German attack aircraft group has arrived!" As soon as I got, the staff gave Dudley Pound the amusing and crying battle report to Dudley Pound. Obviously, the Germans came faster, and more, and more deadly!

However, the second officer then ran into the bridge command room and shouted with joy: "The radar on the other side of the fleet has responded! It's our reinforcements! The reinforcements have arrived!"

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