Battle of Jutland, Count of Spee

"No! We can't retreat!" The captain recovered from the dizziness, wiped a face full of blood, and gritted his teeth, "Our carrier fleet hasn't arrived yet. At this time, for every less warship in the fleet, we The mission will be even more dangerous!"

"However, our flooding situation is very serious. Due to the strong leftward tilt of the hull, the main guns of the whole ship can no longer point to the target horizontally. Staying here is no different from dying!" The adjutant said anxiously.

The captain sat back in the command position, thought for a while, and then made up his mind: "Go down and arrange for the soldiers to open the sea valve on the right side of the hull, let the right side also enter the water, and bring the hull back to the level!"

The adjutant was taken aback when he heard the words. He was very aware of the consequences of doing so.

According to the captain's instructions, open the right sea valve and inject the same amount of water to the right, which can indeed bring the warship that leans heavily to the left back to the level, but this will also make the warship that was already slowed down seriously due to water intrusion. In such a fierce battle situation, the consequences of a serious decline in mobility are probably not needed to be said.

In other words, this command from the captain will restore the combat effectiveness of this Rune-class heavy cruiser, but it will also make them hopeless.

"Captain..." The adjutant said with trembling lips.

"Execute the order!" The captain ordered solemnly.

"Yes!" The adjutant saluted and agreed with tears in his eyes, then turned around and left the bridge, and walked to the cabin where the sea valve was located without looking back.

After a few minutes, as the right side entered the water, the huge Rune-class heavy cruiser gradually changed from a left-leaning state to a normal horizontal state, but it finally recovered to a speed of 22 knots and now it has dropped back to 15 knots.

"Target the British heavy cruiser Exeter, free to fire!"

After the warship was adjusted back to the level, the 12 203mm guns that had been silent for a period of time began to spew revenge on the British fleet again.

When this heavy cruiser was seriously wounded and fought tenaciously, the British fleet also noticed that it was seriously wounded, and turned other heavy cruisers whose muzzles were never or only slightly wounded to this heavily flooded battleship.

It's a pity that the goddess of luck is on Germany's side this time. None of the shells fired by the British battleship formation hit, and even stride shots were rare, and the shells of the British heavy cruisers that were relatively close always hit some insignificant places. Delays in sinking the heavily wounded German heavy cruiser.

Charles stood by the porthole of the bridge of the battleship USS Nelson with his binoculars held up, frowning as he watched as his own shells fell one by one next to the slow-moving German heavy cruiser, constantly splashing the cold water on the ship. Re-cruise.

"What? Is our warship bathing the German heavy cruiser?" Charles put down his binoculars and sneered at the adjutant beside him. "Or are the soldiers planning to use seawater to freeze the heavy cruiser to death?"

Hearing Charles' sarcasm, the adjutant began to panic.

Charles is an old-fashioned aristocrat, and the most important thing is gentleman's demeanor. Even if he is a subordinate who has made mistakes, he is gentle and never scolds, so making such a gentleman can't help but sneer is enough to show how much he is in his heart now. Angry.

"Your Majesty, I think our soldiers have done their best." The adjutant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "It should be God's arrangement for me, after all, there are so many ships.

The ship can't be sunk by setting fire, it's too weird..."

"Alas." Charles sighed after thinking about it, "We've been entangled with their heavy cruiser formation for too long! Dude, too long! We have to change our plans and get out as soon as we sink the heavy cruiser. Go away and find the German main fleet for a decisive battle!"

"Understood!" The adjutant said, "The second wave of attacks from Fury and Ark Royal is about to arrive. When this wave of attacks is over, we will retreat."

After Charles decided to get out of the entanglement of the German heavy cruisers, the second wave of attack from the British aircraft carrier arrived on the battlefield.

The fleet of this wave is not as large as the first wave, with only 28 aircraft. After all, the total number of aircraft carried by the Fury and the Royal Ark is only 98. After the first wave took off, there are not many aircraft left.

Obviously, these 28 carrier-based aircraft could not find attack targets as freely as the first wave, because they were too few in number. Facing the strong air defense capabilities of the German heavy cruisers, they could only concentrate and pick the weakest ones.

After the fleet circled in the air, they turned their attention to the poor Rune-class heavy cruiser.

There is no way. The previous wave of planes was destroyed by three-quarters. It is reasonable for them to find the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in the second wave.

After determining the target of the attack, the aircraft group circled in the air for a while, and then rushed towards the poor heavy cruiser from all directions, like a group of vultures staring at the dying prey.

"The Earl of Spey! The Brit's plane is heading for the Earl of Spey!" He rushed towards the seriously wounded Earl of Spey and said sadly.

"Langsdorf! I order you to abandon the ship immediately!" Bastian looked at the "vultures" in the sky, and took the radio microphone to command Langsdorf, the captain of the heavy cruiser Earl Spey.

"No! Mr. Commander, please forgive me for not being able to carry out your order." Langsdorf's tough and decisive voice came from the radio, "We will sink the Exeter soon, and it is too late to evacuate. already."

"Retreat! Langsdorf, you retreat for me!" Bastian roared in disregard of his image, "what if the shit Exeter let it go? Your lives are much more precious than theirs!"

"Sorry, General Bastian." Langsdorf said firmly, "It is every German sailor's dream to accompany the warship on its final journey! Of course, if possible, I would like to ask the surrounding warships to provide us with anti-aircraft firepower. Cover and help us buy time to sink the Exeter."

Bastian was silent after hearing this, but the situation was so critical that he couldn't think about it, so he had to agree: "Okay, Colonel Langsdorf, the warships around you will move towards you to give you anti-aircraft fire support. ."

"Thank you sir." Langsdorf smiled, then finally shouted with all his strength, "My honor is loyalty!"

"The warships near the Earl of Spey immediately moved closer to the Earl of Spey, provided them with anti-aircraft fire support, and prepared to save the drowning sailors!"

Following Bastian's order, the two cruisers closest to the Earl of Spey turned on their anti-aircraft fire, disregarding the artillery fire of the British Navy and approached the Earl of Spey.

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