Now it's York's turn to experience the horror that Orion encountered ten seconds ago.

The first mate's scream had not yet disappeared from the panic-ridden officers and soldiers standing on the bridge, and a shocking roar had already echoed beside them.

Two huge water columns suddenly appeared in the terrified eyes of British naval officers and soldiers, so large that people could not believe their eyes.

The huge column of water rose into the sky, and the edge of the column was only less than ten meters away from the side of the York ship, standing tall like an iceberg.

No one can keep himself calm in the face of such a violent and miraculous scene. Some of the people standing on the open-air bridge screamed and searched for hidden objects that they thought they were safe. Some of them grabbed everything they could hold and then prayed loudly to God. More people were as shocked by the scene in front of them, just like Nicholson. They stood on their original posts, looking blankly at the spectacular scene in front of them.

No one could tell how high the water columns were at that time, because they were so close to the York, so close that they seemed to be able to touch them with just reaching out. They were so huge that they were so huge that they were involuntarily awe.

The huge power displayed by those water columns and the powerful psychological pressure exerted on witnesses by the threat of death contained behind them caused no one to dare to raise his head in front of them at that time.

The water columns suddenly stood around the battleships, making people unable to help but feel the illusion that they might always stand like this.

The York showed no sign of being shot, but the hull seemed to be slightly tilted right, but the sailors standing on the deck had already felt that huge energy. The hull made a terrifying moan, and the deck was covered with sailors who were unsteady due to the violent shock.

It was not until the water column began to slowly fall that the officers and soldiers reacted from the extreme fear. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and it seemed that everything had passed.

But two seconds later, the British soldiers knew that they were wrong, and the nightmare had just begun.

The power generated by hundreds of tons of sea water pouring back into the sea is immeasurable. When the sea water began to smash into the water around York, the huge surge almost lifted the hull of York out of the sea.

The warship tilted rapidly towards the port side, so fast that it made people feel that she was about to turn over like this, which made the sailors on the warship scream in despair again.

Just as everyone was frightened to look at their warship in a panic and tilted in hopelessly and helpless, the warship quickly leaned left but miraculously stopped.

Before the terrified sailors could express their gratitude to God for this, they found themselves in another nightmare.

It was not God that stopped the tilt of the York, but the same huge surge on the left side of the warship.

The waves hit the hard port side shell of York. The splashing waves formed a water wall dozens of meters high and stood in front of the British sailors, and then slammed on the port side deck.

The sailors who had no time to fix themselves on the port deck were rolled up by the waves and smashed hard towards the hard bulkhead behind them. There were even a few poor guys who were thrown high by the waves and then wailed and were swept into the sea.

The huge force pressed the York towards the starboard direction. The huge hull of York's huge hull screamed in protest under this terrifying torque. The battleship swayed and struggled back and forth, causing the sound of sour metal twists to echoed over the entire battleship.

It took only half a minute from the first shell falling into the sea near the battleship until the York stopped the terrible swaying dance, but this half minute was really harder than half a century in the hearts of the British naval officers and soldiers.

Brigadier General Nicholson finally recovered from his shock. For a while, a feeling of time and space disorder appeared in his mind. The familiar scene in front of him evoked the painful memories in his heart that he could never forget. The scenes that appeared in his nightmare countless times appeared in front of him again. The shock that all the eyes brought to his soul was something others could not understand.

He will never forget how similar it was to the scene he saw in the epic Battle of Jutland before the destroyer he served had sunk.

"Report the loss! Captain! Captain! Wilson!"

Nicholson stood up from the bridge deck with all his might. He held the guardrail on the tulip and stabilized his body and shouted loudly.

"Captain Wilson!"

Unable to hear his subordinate's answer, Nicholson couldn't help feeling anger surged from his heart. He looked around and wanted to find the figure of the captain who had been standing beside him. But what caught his eyes were pale faces full of fear and panic like letter paper.

"Are you still like the glorious Royal Navy? What's so frightening! Where is the captain? Where is Wilson?"

Nicholson angrily scolded his terrified subordinates.

"Ah, Captain! Captain is injured!"

With a scream, everyone noticed Captain Wilson who was limping at the corner of the bridge. At the same time, they also saw a blood-red liquid flowing slowly down the captain's forehead.

"Quick, take him to the hospital room immediately."

Nicholson ordered anxiously. The four sailors quickly lifted the unconscious Wilson and ran off the bridge. Looking at the bloodstains left by their subordinates on the smooth and shiny teak floor of the bridge, Nicholson couldn't help feeling chilled.

"Mr. Cotester!"

Nicholson turned his head and looked at the first mate standing beside him.

"Ah, here, Lord Commander."

The first mate was stunned when he was looking at the position where the captain was lying just now. Nicholson's screams scared him. The first mate suddenly fought a cold war and then stood at the commander with a cold face.

"Don't forget that you are a glorious Royal Navy officer, and you now look like a quail that is only frightened."

Nicholson said coldly.

"I'm very sorry, Commander!"

The first mate lowered his head in shame.

"Now Captain Wilson is injured, I order you to take over the captain's position. This battleship is now commanded by you, and I hope you will not disappoint me! Lieutenant Colonel Cotester."

"As for orders, Commander, I will not let you down."

The first mate quickly answered loudly.

"Search the enemy fleet immediately, and there must be more than two large warships. Investigate the fleet's losses immediately!"

Nicholson shouted command.

"The whole fleet is ready for battle! Spread the news! Everyone enters the combat position! Generate power to the Admiralty, and we are attacked, maybe a large German warship."

Nicholson finally regained his calmness, and his rich combat experience prompted him to enter a combat state immediately.

The orders were conveyed quickly one by one, and Nicholson picked up the telescope and searched the sea anxiously.

Except for the two freighters that followed the last, almost every warship suffered shelling of all degrees.

However, the situation was not as bad as Nicholson expected at the beginning. In addition to Orion, both Emerald and Sheffield were also shot, but the damage did not seem to be very serious.

Although the enemy's shells had a very amazing explosion, strangely, none of them could penetrate the main deck of the warship. Although the three warships were now full of thick smoke and looked very injured, the fire had actually been controlled.

The York City caused some damage to the hull under the waterline due to the near-burst loss. In several places, the rivets on the outer armor plate broke and caused some water to enter the cabin, but it was not serious. The water inlets through the damage pipe have been controlled.

Those injuries were only flesh and blood, and the fleet still maintained its combat effectiveness. What made Nicholson the most depressed now was that he still didn't know where the enemy's shells flew over.

There was no situation in the same way as the reports of each warship, and there were all directions. Nicholson was a little at a loss now. He had never fought such a depressed battle. After being smashed hard by the enemy with a large caliber shell, he could not find the enemy's position.

What's even more strange is that the shelling ended as suddenly as it appeared, and five minutes passed, and no more shells flew towards the fleet. Who was the enemy, why did the attack stop, where the shelling came from, this abnormal situation made the naval captains feel an ominous premonition.

Nicholson tends to have shells shot from the sea on the right side of the fleet, because on the left side of the fleet is San Island, and further ahead is the Scoopland Strait. After passing the ten-kilometer-wide strait, it is the main island of the Faroe Islands.

He had contacted the commander of the garrison of the Faroe Islands half an hour ago. The Faroe Islands are still under the control of the British team, not to mention that no fool would place such large-caliber heavy artillery on islands far away from the mainland.

Nicholson now believes that he has encountered a large German attack ship. Judging from the firepower, there are at least two large warships.

"It won't be our own fleet's accidental attack."

Although Nicholson had such suspicion at the beginning, he was immediately denied by himself. He sailed on a secret route, and there should be no Royal Navy warship in this area. And according to that kind of firepower, it definitely surpasses heavy cruisers, either battleships or battle patrols. Now, no fleet of the Royal Navy can meet this standard.

"Is it because the German fleet secretly left the port, or...?"

Suddenly a thought that scared him appeared in Nicholson's mind.

"Did the Germans know their mission and ambush themselves here?"

But the next second, he denied the idea again. The confidentiality of this operation was unimaginable to ordinary people, and the Germans could not obtain any information about this operation no matter what.

"It seems more like an accident. Maybe the Germans chose this area to avoid the Royal Navy's patrol ships. It seems that the group of idiots in the Navy's intelligence department were fooled by the Germans again."

Nicholson affirmed his guess in his heart, and he began to curse the incompetence of the Navy Intelligence Agency.

If so, then everything can be explained reasonably. The German Navy has always been accustomed to sneak attacks, and their attack ships have very fierce firepower and a very long range. This can explain why they were attacked without warning.

German naval attack ships have always been unwilling to fight head-on with the Royal Navy fleet. Once they find out that they may suffer losses, they will give up attacks and choose to escape even if the warships are so powerful. This can explain why the shelling did not continue.

The Germans must have discovered that their fleet was not so easy to destroy, so they gave up on fighting. Now the enemies must have retreated and have already run out of their sight.

Nicholson was very satisfied with the conclusion he had come up with, and he felt that this must be the truth.

"Order the fleet to maintain its formation, pay attention to searching the sea surface, and the course remains unchanged. We go to Port Tols to repair it."

Nicholson put down the telescope in his hand and coldly ordered the acting captain. Nicholson has now decided to remove the battle report if he cannot find the enemy in fifteen minutes or has not been attacked again.

"Are we going to dock at Port Thors? Commander."

The acting captain asked hesitantly.

"Of course, we have wounded people and we have to go to the shore for treatment. But our whereabouts have been discovered by the Germans. We cannot stay too long and need to speed up the loading and unloading. I can guarantee that after dark, this sea area will be filled with German submarines coming after hearing the news, as many as tunas. So we must hurry up."

"As for orders, sir!"

"Enemy ship! Just... I found a German warship right in front!"

The looking hand standing by the bridge suddenly roared like crazy. Almost at the same time, the signal lights of the two pilot destroyers began to flash wildly at the York, and found that the enemy ship's flag slowly rose on the masts of the two destroyers at the same time.

"What!"

Nicholson quickly picked up the telescope and looked forward. At this time, the British fleet was almost approaching the Scoopland Strait. The two nearest pilot destroyers were less than 5,000 meters away from the exit of the strait, while the flagship York, which was transformed into Fleet One due to injury, was 7,000 meters away from the exit of the strait.

On one side is the 30-meter-high cliff of Sang Island, and on the other side is the vast North Atlantic Ocean. A huge rock stands alone at the corner of the exit of Sang Island and the Strait. As long as the fleet turns over the rock, they can see the situation in the Strait.

And now a huge ship shadow was rushing out from behind the rock. The towering mast far exceeded the height of the rock. The fiery red iron crusade flag flying on the mast clearly appeared in front of Nicholson through the telescope.

"German warships! Battle preparation! Damn it, why didn't the radar discover the enemy ships in the strait? Battle reports!"

Nicholson almost threw away the telescope in his hand. He no longer cared about regret or blame himself. The enemy had entered such a close distance. This was definitely a bloody battle between close forces.

"It's Sharnhorst! God, I recognized that ship emblem! It's the Battlecruiser of the Schanehorst!" the acting captain roared.

"We actually got Schonhorst to within ten thousand yards. Damn it, aim at the enemy ship and fire immediately!"

"Order the destroyer to attack immediately, we are too close, my goodness."

The Schanehorst had already rushed out of the strait, and what scared the British Navy was that she seemed to have been prepared long ago, and the three huge turrets had already turned to the direction of the British fleet.
To be continued...