Imperial Overlord

Wide sea diving, sky high the birds to fly. This old Chinese saying, now used to describe the German fleet rushing into the Atlantic, could not be more apt.

An hour after the German fleet crept through the Denmark Strait, the British fleet had not yet confirmed where the German warships had gone.

After an ingenious time difference, it would take longer for the British to confirm the exact location of the German fleet.

It is really not an easy task to find a fleet that is determined to fight guerrilla warfare in the vast sea.

What's more, when looking for this fleet, one's own carrier-based aircraft are suppressed... No commander is willing to face such a situation, and Charles is the same.

On several occasions, he was even ready to order the fleet to turn around and enter the Atlantic to implement the second set of plans. But because he was unwilling to give up the Denmark Strait like this, he finally canceled the order in his heart.

About three hours later, in the afternoon of the same day, the British home fleet finally calmed down and turned around to prepare to enter the Atlantic Ocean.

What made the British make up their minds was the cruiser HMS Dorsetshire, which was on the return route of the Germans, and reported their observations after rescuing the drowning on the cruiser HMS Norfolk.

They didn't find the German fleet back. In fact, everyone knew that if the Germans did, they would probably find the cruiser HMS Dorsetshire, and there was no reason to let the enemy ship go.

After the first battle in the North Sea in the early hours of the morning, the commanders of the British Royal Navy have now clearly realized that the German Navy has the ability to sink a single British warship.

With the passage of time, the British side also reconnaissance the waters near the Denmark Strait almost, and they finally realized that the German fleet may have really entered the Atlantic Ocean.

Facing the waves, the sharp bow broke through the German warships of the waves, and at this time they had already thrown a considerable distance away from their opponents.

Even with the take-off plane, the attack distance was slightly longer. The distance between the two sides was about 250 kilometers. Coupled with the constant movement and constantly changing routes, it was really impossible to catch the German fleet.

"The course is due west! 80% of the time the British are going to chase us south, let them chase, let's go to the middle of the Atlantic to find prey first!" Lütjens has now entered the state.

Commanding the fleet, sailing due west on the vast Atlantic Ocean, with the fleet facing the route from the United States to the United Kingdom, rushed over.

"Speed ​​down! Slow down to 22 knots! Adjust the fleet formation!" He looked at the undulating sea in the distance, and the familiar smell had already intoxicated him.

After all, he fought here a month ago. At that time, he was weak, and took the Scharnhorst like a lost dog, hiding in the east, and finally returned to Brest.

Now, he is back! With a fleet, he threw off the enemy's pursuers and entered a field that he wanted to enter before, but had never had the chance to enter.

"Take off the carrier-based aircraft, and look around the sea for about 100 kilometers to see if there is any prey." After the fleet changed the course, Lütjens gave Hines another order.

Hines has been waiting for the order for a long time. After hearing the order, he saluted: "Follow the order! Your Excellency Commander!"

Now he is also in the mood to play some harmless jokes with Lütjens beside him. After all, the entire fleet has slipped from under the nose of the enemy to a paradise full of victories.

When the British fleet turned and began to move south, a German submarine, which was guarding the Denmark Strait, emerged from the sea.

This submarine was ordered to wait here to connect with the passing German fleet. The captain of the submarine saw his fleet with a periscope, and floated up and followed the fleet at a distance of about 2 nautical miles.

Now, what he has to do is to return to the ocean to continue the task of attacking the transport fleet, and send a telegram back to Germany here.

Soon, a telegram flew back to Germany, and the officer guarding the telegraph machine hurriedly tore off the telegram paper and ran to the office of Admiral Raedl.

"Marshal! Marshal! There's news! There's good news!" The officer waved the telegraph paper in his hand and knocked on the door of Admiral Reeder's room.

The door was opened from the inside, and because he was in a hurry, Rader walked over to open the door himself. He took the telegram and read it twice before laughing.

"Very good! Lütjens is very good! The fleet has entered the Atlantic Ocean, and we have almost won half of it!" The German Admiral said with a long sigh of relief.

In his view, breaking through the first blockade of the British Navy was the first difficulty in this operation. The successful penetration of the German Navy into the Atlantic Ocean was a good start for the entire operation.

God knows how many times Raidl has prayed for his fleet since yesterday evening until this afternoon.

Nervous, he hasn't even slept until now, and he slept less than Lütjens and Hines on the front line.

At least the two of them took time to sleep for a while, but he, the Admiral of the Navy, persisted until now without closing his eyes.

In addition to the surprise, Redel couldn't help thinking in his heart, this aircraft carrier and less than 50 planes can really set off such a big storm on the ocean?

Suddenly, he realized that he still underestimated the head of state and the corporal with a mustache. Although he was an army corporal, he also had his own unique views on the direction of naval development.

He didn't let the officer into the room, so he hurriedly asked, "Has the news been sent to the head of state? If not, hurry up and send a copy to the Supreme Command!"

Don't look at the fact that Raidl was a little stiff with Li Le, the head of state, on the issue of the naval fleet going to sea to fight. Who is the idiot with arrears in IQ who may be a marshal?

After a little calculation, Raidel made a decision to quickly improve the relationship with the head of state. If the fleet really came back, his position might have to be replaced!

If this Atlantic hunt, that is, "The Viking Pirate Project" Lütjens has done well, he might have to play with a marshal's scepter when he comes back...

Therefore, Redel suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and decided to go to pay homage to the mountain gate of the head of state in advance, and then save some impression points.

He is not like Brauchitch, who is supported by a large group of Junker noble officers behind him. His navy can be compared with the air force, and most of it is supported by the Führer!

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On the Atlantic route, a large-scale transport fleet composed of dozens of transport ships is driving on the sea.

In order to avoid the attack of German submarines, the United Kingdom tried its best to organize the ships that set sail from the United States into a huge fleet, escorted by destroyers, to reduce their losses.

Although it was still repeatedly slaughtered by German submarines, the remaining fleet managed to survive, more or less able to send some supplies to the British mainland to supplement their families.

The fleet approached a large oil transport ship in the center, and the captain, Jack, was staring at the sea in a daze. His position is relatively inner, and it is not the most core position, so it is relatively safe.

The British fleet focuses on the protection of four categories of transport ships for fuel, steel and food personnel, so these ships have a better position in the fleet.

The pleasant time is always short. Before Captain Jack can enjoy enough peace, he heard a ship in the distance sounding the battle alarm.

He frowned and muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Damn it, in broad daylight, how could the German submarine attack... Isn't it possible to scare yourself by raising the battle alarm!"

While muttering, he pushed open the iron gate of the bridge, stood on the iron stairs outside the island, and looked at the sea in the distance.

As a result, just as he was looking out, more and more ships sounded the battle alarm, and the shrill sound made Old Jack panic.

It wasn't a single ship that sounded the alarm, which means that the German offensive was real and should be quite large.

"What? The German submarines attacked in broad daylight?" he muttered again, and began to shout to the sailors who were already standing on deck: "Watch the sea around you! Watch out for the torpedoes! Give them all to me. Work!"

"Captain! Captain!" A sailor pointed at the sky and shouted anxiously at Old Jack on the bridge.

Seeing his subordinates yelling at him anxiously, and pointing his finger at the sky, Old Jack subconsciously looked in the direction the other party pointed to.

As a result ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he saw a scene that made him a little dazed. Two planes were passing over the entire British transport fleet.

It has not yet entered the combat radius of the patrol aircraft in the British mainland! With such an idea passing through his mind, Old Jack suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.

You know, this is in the Atlantic Ocean just south of Greenland! How can any plane patrol here?

Britain's own aircraft carrier will not come here to hang out. There is no way a German plane could fly that far!

Then, where did the two planes above come from? Old Jack, who hadn't figured out this question, saw these two planes climb up in the sky and start a violent dive!

Just when Old Jack's mind was blank, the ju-87 dive bomber with bombs on patrol dropped a bomb on the deck of a transport ship with a speed of only 12 knots.

"Boom!" The huge explosion brought Old Jack back to reality, reminding him of the thousands of barrels of gasoline under his feet...