Britain's response

10 Downing Street, Westminster, London, England.

Sir Dudley Pickman Rogers Pound, who succeeded Churchill as the new Lord of the Navy, was sitting in front of Churchill at the moment, his face flushed.

His "blushing" is not because of excitement or happiness, but because of shame.

After all, the first battle after taking office as Admiralty ended in a fiasco, and no one would feel ashamed in this round.

"Alas." Churchill looked at Sir Pound and said with a sigh, "Sir Pound, the battle of Jutland with the German High Seas Fleet this time is our first battle since the declaration of war on Germany, and it deserves a great victory. The complete victory inspires the people of the whole country to strengthen their determination to fight against resistance. But instead of winning the first battle, we ended in a disastrous defeat, which makes me unable to explain to the people and allies."

"Prime Minister! The loss of the Battle of Jutland is mainly my responsibility. I underestimated the enemy, so that the Germans could take advantage." Sir Pound lowered his head and consciously took the blame, "I will give The people and allies apologise and resign."

"You really underestimate the enemy, and you shouldn't just send so many warships there anyway, the lions still need all their strength to fight the rabbits!" Churchill scolded with a stern face, but quickly slowed down and comforted, " But you don't need to resign, after all, England is in desperate need of people right now."

Churchill was reluctant to resign from Pound. Pound was promoted to the Secretary of the Navy by him, and he was the backbone of his own party. If he resigned, it would do nothing but harm to him.

"Thank you, Mr. Prime Minister." Pound said sincerely.

Although it is shameful to apologize to allies such as the whole country and France, but at least he has kept his black gauze hat, Pound thought.

"But you must learn this lesson! The German High Seas Fleet is no longer the High Seas Fleet it was in the last war!" Churchill said.

"I will be Mr. Prime Minister." Pound nodded. "Also, Mr. Prime Minister, do you need me to go down and arrange the sailing of the new fleet? We still have the possibility of remedying the 'Cracken' plan."

"Cracken" is the name of the British plan to block the North Sea. The name is taken from the name of the Norse sea monster in Norse mythology, which means that the Royal Navy will block the North Sea like "Cracken" and pull the German naval warships that dare to confront them to the abyss of the North Sea. .

It's a pity that the German High Seas Fleet is too powerful. Instead of being dragged into the sea by "Kraken", it beat "Kraken" violently and cut off several of its tentacles.

"There is no time, it will take at least 2 weeks for us to assemble the fleet, and the Germans are fully capable of launching and solving the Norwegian campaign within these two weeks. After they acquire Norwegian land, they will definitely deploy a strong road-based air force in Norway to deter The entire North Sea, to ensure the safety of their North Atlantic estuary." Churchill shook his head and said, "We have lost the opportunity to completely block the North Sea."

"Can the Germans solve Norway in two weeks? What if our support troops arrive successfully?" Sir Pound asked. "I have arranged and coordinated the transport ships, and the subsequent support troops for Norway can leave for Norway immediately."

"When I said to solve Norway within 2 weeks, I counted our troops." Churchill said helplessly, "Without the support of the navy, how could we have repulsed the Delfin coalition on land with only 300,000 coalition forces. Flanking attack from both sides? Tell me to go down and disband the assembled transport fleet and cancel the support to Norway."

"Disband the transport fleet? What about the 50,000 Polish troops that have arrived in Norway?"

"We don't have the ability to control them. Before the Mediterranean Fleet arrives in the mainland, it is impossible for us to defeat the new German High Seas Fleet in the North Sea with some old ships of the Home Fleet, and we cannot defeat the German High Seas Fleet. No matter how many transport ships we go to, we will only It could be death." Although Churchill was extremely unwilling, he had to admit that, under the threat of Germany's powerful naval aviation, the North Sea, which was originally the back garden of the Royal Navy, had completely belonged to the Germans.

"Oh, well, it looks like we're going to abandon our Polish ally again." Sir Pound sighed, stood up, walked out of the Prime Minister's Office, and went to the Admiralty to carry out Churchill's orders.

"What can be done about this, who made the cabinet after the last war so stupid? It made two naval treaties, but ended up cheating myself." Churchill looked at the back of Sir Pound's departure, and said to himself After complaining, he turned to the secretary who was beside him and ordered, "Notify Congress that I will hold an emergency meeting on the construction plan of the cutting-edge battleship this afternoon!"

On the same night, Berlin, Germany, the Führer's Manor.

Lyon and Sophia usually like a quiet environment, so the President's Manor usually does not hold any receptions or the like, at most, some guests will visit.

But tonight is a special case. Lyon held a rare reception in the manor tonight, inviting all the high-level military and political leaders in Germany, but this party was held to celebrate the victory of the High Seas Fleet over the British Royal Navy, so these are usually high above. The high-ranking military and political officials are only supporting roles tonight, and the protagonists are the fighting heroes who emerged in this battle from the High Seas Fleet.

"Albrison, the ladies in the capital are prettier than the nurses on our ship." Ansel leaned against a pillar and looked at the girls in beautiful dresses around him with a smile. Brison said.

"I bet you would never dare to say that if Mia was here." Albrison also stared intently at the beautiful girls around him.

"Mia? Mia, I don't dare to think that her suitors can be lined up from the medical cabin all the way to the flight deck." Ansel pouted and said.

While the two were chatting, a tall girl walked past them and smiled when she saw the two men wearing naval aviation uniforms.

"Wow! So beautiful!" Ansel was amazed by the girl's smile.

"Yeah, she's so pretty." Albrison, who was usually a little stiff, was inevitably attracted by his eyes and said, "I even saw her smile at me."

"Obviously you laughed at me!" Ansel bumped Albison's shoulder with a smile, then sorted out his brand new naval aviation uniform, and said, "Hey, Albison, if you say I'll invite that girl for a drink, will she agree?"

After listening to Ansel's question, Albison did not answer him, but looked behind Ansel, stood up nervously, stretched his right hand forward, saluted the German salute, and shouted: "Viva Heads!"

"Pfft!" Ansel laughed, "You don't have to lie to me if you don't want to answer me?"

"I think she will agree to you." A voice familiar to all Germans came from behind Ansel.