What kind of waiting is the longest waiting? Others are in the toilet and you are outside the toilet? Well, what we are talking about now is not. The feeling of the two German Lieutenant General Lütjens and British Lieutenant General Holland may be that kind of waiting outside the toilet is like the year.

There are many coincidences in history that make people smile. For example, now, although both countries have admirals, in such an important naval decisive battle, the ones who lead the troops happen to be not the supreme commander of the navy - coincidentally, the two men's ranks are actually both lieutenant generals.

Just on the flagship Imperial aircraft carrier of the German Navy's High Seas Fleet, the bridge was busy. Some people were confirming the position of the fleet and the guard circle, while others were asking whether the guard ships behind had discovered the location of the British Navy.

Lütjens raised his head, looked at the clock hanging in the command room, and pounded the table with anxiety, his face tense and expressionless. Only he knew how anxious he was in his heart. The pressure to make this decision made him go crazy now.

The lieutenant general lowered his head and stared at his fingers. Seeing the once extremely determined hands trembling slightly at this moment. He knew that if he spoke now, his lips would tremble and his voice would be out of tune. He was not afraid of the responsibility on his shoulders, but rather the dream of ruining an empire.

He had an impulse to slap the table and turn the bow of the ship to fight with the British opponent with cannons. Unfortunately, he knew that he could not do this, because he didn't even have the qualification to fight with the death penalty. He had to escape, and he had to run away with his life.

I don't know how many times he raised his head again, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and stared at the minute hand and hour hand in a daze. He prayed that dawn would come soon, but he was afraid that dawn would approach. Contradictory feelings lingered in his heart, and it would not be dispersed and made people suffer every minute and every second.

Because dawn was the moment when he started attacking, the carrier-based aircraft in the hangar had already been hung with bomb torpedoes, looking forward to the moment when dawn came; however, he did not dare to look forward to the arrival of dawn, because the moment before dawn darkness might be the moment when British warships and thousands of cannons were fired together and he was destroyed.

On the British fleet flagship Hood, Lieutenant General Holland was also constantly taking out his pocket watch and frowned at the time above. If there is someone in this world who can feel the mood of Lieutenant General Lütjens, the commander of the German fleet, then this person is undoubtedly Holland.

The same anxious waiting, the same nervous hesitation, the same urgent expectation, and the same fear of confusion. They were indeed two brothers in distress at this moment, each experiencing their own depression and fear. As the flagship of the fleet and the core of the entire fleet, the battlecruiser Hod at Lieutenant General Holland took the lead and rushed to the forefront of the entire fleet. Following him was another giant sea ship - the reputation of the same battlecruiser.

Lieutenant General Holland put down the pocket watch in his hand because he found his hand trembling. If this details were seen by others on the bridge command tower due to excessive tension, it would affect morale to a certain extent - any detail, Lieutenant General Holland wanted to do the best.

He had an obsession in his heart, which was the obsession of the Royal Navy of the British Empire for a hundred years; there was a figure in front of him, which was the figure in the heart of every sailor of the Royal Navy of the British Empire. He wanted to be on par with that hero Nelson, and he wanted to create his own legend of Holland!

The sea was still extremely dark, and nothing could be seen in the distance, but Holland knew that the German fleet was there, not far away. The hand of the clock had pointed to the number that was infinitely anticipated in his heart, as if God was standing on the side of the British this time.

"Order the fleet and accelerate forward!" Lieutenant General Horan stood in front of a window directly in front of the bridge, and with a little faint light, he could vaguely see the two majestic turrets in the bow of the battleship Hood, and the four 381mm caliber main guns that doubled his confidence. This was his capital to win the dawn and the guarantee of the future of the British Empire's maritime power.

A news came just now, and a British submarine hiding near the Dutch port sent a telegram, confirming that no news of the German navy was found. This information greatly increased Lieutenant General Holland's confidence and also made him know that the German naval fleet must be ahead of him.

So at this moment when deciding his destiny, at 2:41 am, Holland issued his offensive order: "Open the boiler and increase the force! The entire fleet sprinted at the highest speed! Pull the distance from the German Navy!"

At 2:41, the German Navy received bad news that made Lütjens dizzy. The destroyer responsible for the alert at the end of the team sent back the message with a signal light. At 2:37, the radar of the guard ship discovered the following British ship formation. It seemed that the distance seemed to be increasingly unfavorable to the German Navy.

Lütjens took out his handkerchief and wiped it on his forehead twice. Then he forced himself to support himself, walked to the chart table again, and used the distance measuring ruler he had been using for many years, and measured the distance between the two sides again.

"It seems that the other party is rushing towards us. Even if our frigate turns around and releases the torpedo, it may not work." Lütjens threw away the measuring ruler and stared at the chart and said, "You can only give up? Give up a few escort ships and go to trouble the British Navy?"

He knew that destroyers would definitely not work. Even if there were many destroyers, it would not be possible to slow down the behemoth of the Hood and launch a torpedo? If you could enter a range of 10 kilometers, you would be sunk, and you would not even be able to survive the longest distance to release the torpedo. Even if you luckily enter the distance, you would be killed by the destroyers and cruisers that rushed up. I guess you would not be able to see the true body of the Hood at all.

"Report!" An officer walked in, his face was not very good-looking. He handed a telegram to Lütjens, and then reported it painfully: "The armored ship behind the temple, the Admiral Spey, is turning."

"The Admiral of the Earl Spee called, I'll go and cut off the rear! Please continue to lead the army north, long live the head of state! Long live the will of Great Germany!" Lütjens took the telegram and looked at the words above silently, and suddenly felt something rushing out of his eyes.

These naval soldiers did not lack courage, but they did not dare to make the future of the empire's maritime future vague because of their courage. When disaster strikes, the soldiers of the imperial navy never lacked courage. This was the case for the predecessors who carried out the Rainbow Plan, and the soldiers who are now preparing for the Battle of the English Channel.

Following the Count Spee, two destroyers and a cruiser behind the temple were also followed by two destroyers and a cruiser. These warships that were only equipped with small-caliber anti-aircraft artillery did not hesitate at all when they turned. They silently turned the bow and used their weak bodies to block the giant warships of the British Navy.

"Fleet accelerates! Speed ​​up to 24 knots! All efforts must be made to postpone the war time until dawn!" Lütjens did not use his handkerchief, but directly wiped his face with his hand and issued his combat orders in a trembling voice.

All warships began to accelerate, and a tragic atmosphere spread. Some naval fighter pilots even asked to take off early, and would rather fall into the sea than launch an air strike on the British ships. But Lütjens rejected this request, and he wanted to preserve every combat power to welcome the dawn that belonged to him.

Soon, the sound of artillery battles between the two sides came from the rear. The German Navy relied on radar technology to fire first, but it seemed that these shells had no effect on the British Navy's battle cruisers. However, the first-hand man had indeed caused trouble for the British Navy, and the entire British fleet had to reduce the speed to 24 knots.

At close range, the British Navy's USS Hood battleship then fired and counterattacked. The first volley shot hit the sea near the German warship due to night aiming. However, the second shelling of the British Navy gunner showed his superb aiming skills and directly hit the German cruiser that rushed over and wanted to cast a torpedo, directly knocking the German cruiser into two pieces.

Admiral Spey, who knew that he was doomed, did not retreat. He left the British giant ship and ignored it, bit the cruiser and destroyer on the left wing of the British fleet and opened fire violently, and sank a British light cruiser in one breath. However, he was also beaten to the sea at the same time and lost the ability to continue fighting.

The main artillery of the Counterattack hit the rear main turret of the Admiral Spee, directly breaking the tail of the warship into two pieces. The front main turret of the German ship was also hit by a British cruiser. Within ten minutes of the war, the 10,000-ton warship was fired and the entire hull began to tilt violently.

The desperate German naval officers and soldiers were still fighting back, and the 150mm caliber artillery on the ship was still firing until it was finally fired into scrap iron. However, the British Navy had no time to waste time on such a small fish, leaving only a cruiser to continue shelling the German ship to clean up the mess.

Hearing the sound of artillery fire getting farther and farther away, and seeing the sky still dark, Lütjens began to feel desperate. Could it be that dominating the ocean is just an unattainable dream of the German Navy? Could it be that the invincibility that has come from these days is just a great dream of spring and autumn? Could it be that he will eventually bear the name of the sinner of the German Navy and be written into history?
Chapter completed!