"Start up! Hans! Where are you going to take your people?"

"No. 1 load! Boys, come on!"

"Put hard, don't be like a sissy. Hey, push the forklift over. God! Look at what you did! Idiot!"

Just as Captain Ziegfe was standing on the watchtower and sighing leisurely, the ammunition depot of the German battleship Schánhorst was in a busy and busy scene.

The main ammunition depot located in the bottom cabin in the front of the battleship is responsible for providing ammunition to six 280mm heavy artillery in the two main turrets in the first two main turrets of Schonhorst.

Although most of this laborious work has been semi-automated, loading the heavy loading and shells with the bullets and loading machinery still requires manpower to complete, and these tasks alone are enough to make the dozens of strong sailors sweat profusely.

The bottom floor of the ammunition depot is the charging compartment, where all the main guns fired and charged for the two front main turrets are installed.

These launch drugs are related to the survival of the entire warship. In history, there are countless powerful warships that once traverse the world and end up being smashed to pieces due to the launch drugstore being hit. Therefore, modern warships generally place it in the safer and most reliable bottom cabin in comparison.

The cylindrical medicine bags filled with dozens of kilograms of strong ejection drugs were neatly placed around the warehouse, and dozens of strong sailors were pushed into the hanging railings of two ammunition machines under the command of a sergeant.

Each hanging bar can be loaded with three medicine bags, which can provide a cannon for firing. Although the powerful ventilation system constantly injects cooled fresh air into the ammunition warehouse, the sailors still couldn't help but sweat, but not because of fatigue but because of excitement.

"Hurry up, there are still twelve packs, guys. This is not an exercise. Use all your strength. Let the guys above teach us a lesson.

The sergeant in his forties roared at the sailors at the top of his lungs.

Now his heart was as passionate as his men. Although it was a bit regretful that he could not shoot shells at the British with his own hands, it was the lifelong dream of all German naval officers and soldiers to participate in such a real naval battle. Now the dream is about to come true, how can this old sailor not be excited?

Of course, when he thinks about the generous rewards he can get after winning, he feels full of strength.

His young subordinates obviously could not understand the dream of an old navy, and it seemed that they were more interested in the promises given by the head of state.

But no matter what, these sailors did enter a state that made the sergeant commander very satisfied and showed extraordinary strength.

Seeing them finishing their work quickly at twice the speed during their usual training, the sergeant commander was too lazy to care whether these guys' original motives were in line with the German naval honor, which made people scratch their heads.

The above floor of the charger is the shell storage. Just like the scene in the charger, dozens of strong guys were struggling to move waist-high 280mm shells to the bomb lifter under the command of the officer.

Moreover, the atmosphere here is more enthusiastic than in the charging warehouse, which may be directly related to the incitement of the ammunition depot commander than the sergeant below.

"Start up, boys! Take out the spirit of a German navy soldier. The British are floating in the sea outside, and make a little more effort. Think about the expression of your family seeing a lot of money in front of you. You can buy a group of fat cows for your farm, let the most beautiful girls in your hometown put into your arms, and buy the most beautiful fashion in Paris for your wife.

In short, all your messy dreams can be realized, and it depends on how you fight for them now. Don’t let our great heads down, boys! The great heads up generously put these in our hands not to see our failures.

Now is the time for us to show our strength to those army members, and let those guys wearing life jackets in the bathtub see that we are the best soldiers in Germany."

"I understand, sir!"

“I want to buy a new brush.”

"You can buy as much as you want. Then I will accompany you to buy a dozen brushes."

"Haha, I can go and marry Shana!"

"Dream, Shana is mine!"

"Is there still a medal? Sir, my father has always hoped that I can get the medal."

"Of course there are medals, but it depends on your performance, boy."

The commander's incitement received the warmest response from the sailors. They shouted excitedly, quickly and carefully loaded the shells into the shell hanging railing of the raised bullet machine.

"Captain, the data has been reported."

The second deputy shouted loudly to Ziegfei at the bridge door.

"Very good, Major Hannover."

Ziegfe turned around and walked into the bridge.

"The target data is confirmed, where is the gunman?"

Ziegfe asked in front of the chart full of parameters.

"All artillery is ready for battle, he is waiting for your order. Captain."

The second deputy stood behind Ziegfei and replied loudly.

"Okay, start targeting the target area according to the parameters given by the flagship and wait for the final order."

"As for orders, captain."

With a crisp sound of ringing, the huge turret of Schonhorst began to slowly rotate towards the starboard direction of the warship, and the thick 280mm main gun barrel also began to slowly rise upwards.

"Prepare for the battle! All commanders enter the combat position."

The first mate stood by the wall and held the phone and ordered loudly.

"Three minutes left, Captain."

The first mate put down the phone and walked behind Ziegfei and said softly.

"Um."

Ziegfe raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"The commander gave us the honor of firing the first shot of this battle. Now the entire fleet is watching the Schanehorst, so no mistake can be made."

"I understand, sir. Everyone knows this very well, so don't worry."

"very good."

Ziegfe looked from the bridge porthole to the rear of the battleship, and now the entire fleet lined up in a column along the right route to the strait.

The Schánhorst was ranked first, followed by Admiral Schár, and Prince Eugen was anchored outside the formation behind Schár's side. Admiral Hippel was at the end of the line with four light cruisers. The destroyer also lined up in a separate column and waited on the right side of the home team.

"One minute left, sir."

The first mate called out loudly, and the atmosphere in the bridge suddenly became tense with the first mate's scream. Everyone turned their eyes to the captain, and a feeling of depression permeated the entire combat bridge.

Ziegfe slowly walked to the porthole and looked through the porthole and looked at the high main gun.

"Time is up, sir!"

The first mate said in a trembling voice.

"I order, open fire!"

Ziegfe gave the order coldly.

"As for orders, sir!"

The first mate answered excitedly, then raised the phone that had been in his hand and shouted loudly: "Captain's order! Open fire!"

As soon as the first mate finished speaking, the noisy ringtones kept ringing from the front. Two seconds later, Sharnhorst's nine main guns roared at the same time.

The huge muzzle flame flashed outside the porthole, and the entire warship trembled.

The flames of the three side-by-side main guns gathered into a huge fire ball with a diameter of more than ten meters. After flashing for less than a second, the fireball was replaced by a larger white smoke ball. The white smoke ball quickly dissipated with the sea breeze, and for a moment, the entire huge hull of Schánhorst was shrouded in the thin smoke.

The power of the full-equipped salvo of the warship's main gun was shocking. The huge air pressure of the muzzle pressed a wide shallow pit on the seaside at the side of the ship. The 32,000-ton hull was pushed to the rear by a huge recoil for about half a meter. Everyone who witnessed this moment couldn't help but feel deeply awe of this terrible artificial destructive power.

"Very good, that's why I love the Navy!"

Ziegfe exclaimed loudly, then he turned his face and shouted to the first mate: "Lynes, go ahead at full speed! Let's teach those British people a lesson that will never be forgotten!"

"As for orders, Captain. Go forward at full speed!"

A stream of black smoke suddenly erupted from the tall chimney of the Schanehorst. As the black smoke dissipated, the huge warship began to slowly accelerate and rushed towards the exit of the strait.

At the same time, Gnesono also finished a volley, and she activated her power and began to move closely along the trajectory of Schonhorst.

After easily smashing a bunch of large-caliber shells on the unprepared British fleet, the German Ocean Fleet lined up in a row with the Schánhorst as the pilot ship and pressed towards the enemy outside the strait with fierce force.

In contrast, the situation on the British fleet can only be described as being embarrassed.

When the Schonhorst shells fell on the head of the British fleet, Nicholson was still savoring black tea on the spacious open-air clairvoy bridge of the York.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his ear. The commander of the Fleet put down the teacup in his hand in confusion and stood up from the comfortable recliner placed in the corner of the open-air bridge.

Nicholson raised his head, trying to tell what the sound from the air was. He swears that he had heard similar sounds before, but now he can't remember them for a moment.

His subordinates also heard this strange sound, and they were now looking up in the surrounding sky.

Nicholson was sure that it wasn't an airplane, and the movement sounded like a broken old-fashioned merchant ship steam tube burst.

"Damn it, it's shelling!"

Nicholson finally found the answer deep in his memory. This sound between the bass organ and the steam pipe exhaust in the church was the sound that almost scared him to pee his pants when he participated in the Jutland Battle, the terrifying large-caliber shells that broke through the air.

Before Nicholson finished speaking, a huge and dull explosion had already hit his eardrums. The panicked fleet commander rushed to the fence beside the bridge and looked in the direction of the explosion. The spectacular scene that had appeared in dreams countless times appeared in front of him again.

The Orion light cruiser in front of the York heavy patrol has now been shrouded in a row of tall water columns, and the thick water column with a diameter of more than thirty meters rose into the air, far exceeding the Orion mast.

The hull of Orion, which is more than 9,000 tons, looks like a toy boat in a bathtub in front of such a behemoth.

Suddenly a huge fireball rose from the tail of Orion's ship, and a shell hit her tail sub-bridge. The steel tail building was blown to pieces in front of Nicholson and his subordinates.

The building, which was more than five meters high, is now a huge stream of shotgun, projecting countless high-speed steel debris and parts around.

The tall cross mast on the tail building slowly rose up like some magic. The mast jumped five or six meters in the fireball and then slowly fell down. It finally collapsed on the tail of the ship, and a cross-truss was placed into the sea water at the tail of the ship. The broken cable was wrapped around the mast and burned. The deck was a terrible scene.

"Span!"

The term that made all the warship captains frightened. Nicholson's tragic situation during the Jutland Battle was unforgettable for Nicholson.

"Look for the source of the shelling now, hurry up! We met a large warship!"

Nicholson's experience made him react quickly, and he roared and shouted to his subordinates who were stunned by the scene in front of him.

"here we go again!"

The first mate screamed loudly, and another strange whistle sound came from the air.

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Chapter completed!