Another World: Naval Storm

Chapter 151 Impossible Possibility

The sailors had no time to cheer, as there were still many things and many people who needed their help.

"The Talens have fired another round of cross-fire. We're lucky this time, as the shells are all around us!" Captain Macbeth of the Elector Friedrich Wilhelm said to Malawi. Malawi boarded the Elector Friedrich Wilhelm in a short time and resumed command. As for the remnants of the Brandenburg, they continued to watch the unfinished battle on the lifeboat.

"Luck won't always be on our side!" Malawi frowned.

The situation of Kurfürst Friedrich Wilhelm was not good. The number of bullets hitting the hull continued to increase, and the sound of steel plates bearing heavy pressure could be heard from time to time. That was the sound made by the watertight compartment when it was holding up hundreds or thousands of tons of water.

"Should we retreat? The fleet has reached its limit. The warships are sailing at a speed of 12-3 knots, and they will soon be unable to keep up with the large fleet!" Macbeth expressed his thoughts carefully.

"Turning around now?" Marawi thought for a moment with a frown and refused, "Not yet, we have to wait until the battle line of the Ocean Fleet is formed.

Bad news came unexpectedly. The watchtower sent news that two Frederick III-class ships had been severely damaged and sunk. Fortunately, most officers and soldiers had been transferred to the lifeboats. Macbeth's cheeks twitched and he cried in a trembling voice. "In that case, the Second Battleship Squadron will be wiped out!"

"But Draco will win!"

"Really?"

"Really!" Malawi said firmly.

"Then I will accompany you this time!" Macbeth shouted with his scarlet eyes.

"Haha, good brother!" The two men smoked cigarettes and waited for the final moment. "If I had known that there was a chance to join forces with the Ocean Fleet to attack the Grand Fleet, I should have asked the Navy Department to exchange two dreadnoughts for me!"

"The Admiralty is from your family... I forgot... your last name is also Piltz!" Macbeth joked.

"I am me and he is him." Malawi curled his lips. He hated it most when people mentioned Piltz in front of him. He didn't want others to think that he became the commander of the squadron through nepotism.

"??? Why does it feel wrong? How long has it been since the Talens' shells landed near the ship?" Macbeth asked in confusion. It had been quite a while since the last time they were hit, and the sound of shells falling around the hull also took a while.

"Macbeth, I think you should look over there! Am I dazzled?" Lieutenant General Malawi stared at the sea in the distance with wide eyes.

"Uh~uh, I think I'm dazzled too!"

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The Granite destroyer belongs to Talen's 12th Destroyer Fleet, and together with the 11th Destroyer Fleet, it carries out tasks such as covering the flank of the Grand Fleet, rescuing and capturing people from both sides who fall into the water, intercepting Drake destroyers and submarines, and being ready to launch a desperate assault on Drake's main fleet at any time.

The wind and waves in the North Sea gradually rose, and the Granite, with a displacement of only 730 tons, was shaken violently by the waves, and the sea water kept washing the deck. The two poor lookouts on the Granite had to tie themselves to the low main mast to avoid being thrown out by the shaking hull.

"The sun is too dazzling! Can you see the situation in the eastern sea area clearly?" Sergeant Doron asked Private Hunt next to him.

"I can't see clearly. I should have asked my superior for a pair of sunglasses earlier!" Hunter responded.

"Who will pity us two unlucky guys? And the sunglasses? The commander will only ask you to be patient!" Duolun complained.

"I've had enough of the Granite. It would be great if I could be on duty on the Iron Duke's lookout tower someday!" Hunt looked at the Iron Duke with envy.

"Just think about it, the Iron Duke only wants elites, and they are very busy every day, especially the ordinary sailors. If one day you go to serve on the Iron Duke, you will miss the good days on the Granite!" Sergeant Doron has served in the Royal Navy for ten years. He has seen many energetic sailors who have just joined the service become depressed by the boring work day after day.

The veteran soldier Doron once wanted to serve on a battleship, which was a rare honor for officers and soldiers of the Royal Navy. However, as he reached middle age, he already had a family and concerns, and he wanted to spend the war years in a safe place.

The battleships were engaged in a battle, with both sides firing back and forth. The lookout's watchtower had no heavy armor protection, and shells were often flying around his ears. You can imagine the pressure.

Especially when the rangefinder fails for various reasons, the lookout's job becomes more important. They need to replace the rangefinder to guide the fire control and observe the status of both the enemy and us. Although Duolun has no experience of serving on a capital ship, some things are indeed inherited from him.

"No, a man from Albion should serve on a battleship!" retorted Hunter, a new recruit in the Royal Navy.

"Then do your best! You may have a chance after this naval battle!" Sergeant Doron winked at Hunt.

"What opportunity?" Hunt was a little confused.

"Many people in the Grand Fleet will be punished. They may be transferred from their original positions. That will be your chance!"

"The Grand Fleet performed a little badly, but as long as we win, that doesn't matter," Hunt argued.

"Under normal circumstances, it would take at least 4 or minutes for the Grand Fleet to complete the turn and deploy the battle line. Marshal Jericho used four dreadnoughts to deal with a weak former dreadnought fleet of the Drake Navy, but has not yet completely wiped them out! This is not just a matter of poor performance!" Doron explained patiently. As he expected, Jericho was furious and had made up his mind to reorganize the fleet.

"Sergeant, I feel like you are slandering the Grand Fleet! They are all great!" Private Hunter said disapprovingly, "The Ocean Fleet will never be our opponent. The so-called Drake Navy heroes are just lucky. They don't have the strength to dominate the ocean. The Royal Navy, which has a hundred years of glory, will teach the Drake people how to use the navy. Victory and glory can only belong to the Albion people!"

"Good luck??..." Doron looked at the angry young man speechlessly. He was a veteran who had participated in the Battle of Heligoland Bight and the Battle of Shipburial Bay. He had seen with his own eyes the ferocity of the Drakes and the embarrassment of the Royal Navy. The Drake Navy was nothing like what the propaganda department portrayed.

"Sergeant, I bet you that the Grand Fleet will..."

"Shut up!" Doron interrupted Hunt's chattering, untied the ropes tied to his body with trembling hands, and ignored Hunt's puzzled expression. He grabbed the phone equipped in the watchtower and said to the destroyer commander without hesitation: "Emergency! Captain... found Drake's first reconnaissance fleet! Leo's first reconnaissance fleet... he is coming!"