"General, have you let go of those shameless smugglers?" On the bridge of the Luzov, an adjutant looked at the American cargo ship gradually moving away from the sea, and said angrily, "This time we first entered the Atlantic Ocean, we captured an arms ship of this size. God knows how many weapons and ammunition these damn Americans have provided to Britain and France before this! If it weren't for their help, the French and British had the confidence to continue to fight, how could the Empire not have ended the Western Front?

The breeze blew, and the waves shook lightly. The fastest chapter update, the brilliant red sun hanging in the west, illuminating the ocean with thousands of miles of golden color. Standing in the afterglow of the sunset, Milao sighed with a sigh of relief: "Hans, don't I know that these Americans are unforgivable. Even if they are hanged, they cannot comfort the imperial warriors who sacrificed their lives gloriously on the battlefield of France? However, compared to venting anger for a moment, the wisest way is to give full play to the value of these Americans, turn resistance into promotion, and let them use it for my glorious holy war of Germany."

"The Misty Cargo ship was equipped with extremely rich ammunition and munitions. Instead of letting them sink to the Atlantic Ocean, it is better to transport them to the port of Germany to play some role in our war. Our sailors have their own responsibilities, so this task must be done by these American sailors who have been sailing for a long time. With a torpedo boat being followed by surveillance, I hope these Americans would not dare to do anything. If they could endure a moment of indignation and exchange for this whole ship of weapons and munitions, what could it be impossible to do in this business?" Milao said calmly, with the hatred and anger that had been an hour ago in his voice.

"In addition, I let these Americans drive the ship back after completing this transportation. It is also for the future war of the empire. Since they can use this heavy cargo ship to transport supplies to Britain, they will naturally be able to import goods to me Germany! Once these American seamen who have personally experienced the front of my German fleet, they will definitely have a profound impact on the owners and caravans of the United States, but this is completely different from those American seamen who only transported goods to me Germany before! I want to let the Americans know through these seamen that the German fleet that defeated the Royal British Navy has arrived on the Atlantic Ocean, and they can only lose all their money to Britain and France. Their ultimate choice is to transport goods to my German Empire!" Milau said.

The sunset was setting and the sunset was in full swing. The sharp bow of the Luzov split the waves and turned toward the path he had come. In order to expand the hunting range, Milao once again spread all his ships and launched a lightning chase for the British fleet that he had just discovered. Now that night is approaching, visibility at sea is drifting, it is time to prepare to gather the fleet. With the sound of telegraph aircraft, one German torpedo boat after another reported their capture to the flagship, gray spots on the sea gradually emerged, and German ships have restored their formation at the gathering site.

Compared with the last time that the British sk-17 fleet had almost completely wiped out, the German fleet's gains this time were much dimmer: five British merchant ships and one American merchant ship were discovered by the torpedo boats that Germany searched everywhere, and filled the sea with nearly 20,000 tons of materials on it. After all, after the defense, the British discovered the German reconnaissance aircraft, it was no longer as unscrupulous as they were at the beginning, thinking that it was not threatening to them. And they continued to maintain the formation stupidly and were taken to the other party in a stolen manner. Due to the plane's reconnaissance range,

Compared with the speed of surface ships, warships usually require hours of full speed to reach the target sea. This also provides a natural escape buffer time for the other merchant ships. Even if the speed of merchant ships is slow, they can still run at 7 or 8 knots; after driving for 4 or 5 hours, they can also run over 30 nautical miles. This distance is several times the normal sight range at sea. Looking at the empty ocean surface, German torpedo boats must also spend time searching, which will undoubtedly greatly reduce their hunting efficiency.

However, Milao did not have too high plans. After all, with the addition of seaplanes, the reconnaissance radius of his fleet increased several times instantly, and the situation in the sea area two hundred kilometers away could be clearly understood. Such efficiency was obviously impossible to achieve by a simple mast visual inspection institute. Without these seaplanes, he would not even know the location of the British fleet, so how could he still cause a blow to it like today?

"Tu tuk." A brief knock on the door rang out outside Milao's living room. He looked up and saw that the old British lieutenant colonel Eckman, who had revealed a lot of information to him, stood at the door of the cabin, with a wrinkled face full of bad looks. Milao was in a good mood after harvesting a ship of arms and was in a good mood. He just smiled and greeted him, "Mr. Eckman, what's wrong with you?"

Eckman said coldly, "I have fulfilled my promise. I also asked Mr. Milao to fulfill my previous promise, release my British civilian seafarers, and let my sailors receive the generous prisoners of war you promised as soon as possible. Including the newly joined British seafarers today, they all agreed that your country's battle cruisers have no sailing ease and comfort in living. They do not want to squeeze in such a narrow, dark, wet cabin, and be mocked by your soldiers everywhere."

Milao's smile was like a spring blossom. For the first time, he felt that the face of the British lieutenant colonel had become less bored: "Eur, there is no problem at all. As long as the civilian seafarers of your country press their hands on the Bible and swear in front of God that they will not do anything that is enemies of my Germany in the future, I can put them on the merchant ship of a neutral country tomorrow, and they will immediately be free. As for your soldiers, I can also let them end their sea careers early. Where do you want to go, Mr. Eckman? William, Hamburg, Kiel, Danze, when you and your soldiers get ashore, you can also see the prosperity of my Germany."

"Mr. Milao, you only need to find a boat and send my sailors away from here first; as for me, please allow me to stay on this boat for a while." Ekman spoke lightly, but his words were mixed with a subtle bitterness. "In contrast to staying in the prisoner-of-war camp as oysters locked in clam shells, I want to continue to stay on the front line of this ocean to witness the real battle, even against my motherland and my fellow countrymen."

Hearing these words, Milao couldn't help but wonder, what was this old guy doing with him? Does he still want to study his battle patrol thoroughly, and then go home to offer treasures to the master? Don't he understand the principle that once he enters the prisoner of war, his life is as deep as the sea, and he will be free from the enemy from now on. How could he give him a chance to turn over? As his thoughts flew around, Milao smiled again and said, "Mr. Ekman is willing to walk with him. That's the honor of all the crew members of my Luzov. In this case, you should be a guest on the ship for a while."

Eckman nodded slightly, then stepped out of the cabin. Looking up, the setting sun shining had completely disappeared from the sea of ​​sky, replaced by an endless familiar blue. The wind was inspiring, and the clouds and mists were separated and merged. Looking at the crescent moon in the eastern sky, Eckman took a deep breath and murmured in a voice that only he could hear clearly: "I have done everything I should do. General Jelico, it depends on you now."

"At around 11:00 this morning, a German fleet met the sk-51 escort fleet in the seas of 52.2 degrees north latitude and 16.2 degrees west longitude. Although we immediately responded to disbanding the fleet, six merchant ships were still captured and sunk by the other side under the high-speed sweep of the German torpedo boats. One of them was the US merchant ship Minky, which was full of arms. As a result, Britain lost the main weapons of one division and another brigade!"

Located in the Admiralty Building in London, England, the tall and thin Minister of Navy Belford, in front of a huge open sea chart, said to the core generals in front of him with a solemn expression: "After learning about this, Sir Kitchener was furious and asked the Navy to give him an explanation of the arms he lost this time, otherwise he would immediately resign as Secretary of the Army. Even Prime Minister Asquith put unprecedented pressure on me, saying that the continuous loss of merchant ships on the Atlantic had seriously shaken the foundation of Britain, and we, who lacked enough material input, could not continue this war."

"In addition to the two fleets of sk-51 and sk-17, we also have other merchant ships that were also attacked by the German fleet. According to the telegrams sent by the crew, the core of these fleets is the main combat patrol of the German reconnaissance fleet! It seems that the Germans split their fast main ships in order to cause more effective damage to our Atlantic transportation line." Fisher, who was full of silver hair, stared at the chart on the table and said slowly, "In addition, the German fleet also has aircraft as the eyes and ears of reconnaissance, which has caused their reconnaissance range to soar sharply! Although they cannot continue to rage forever on the Atlantic due to their self-sustainment, the losses caused to us during this period are absolutely unbearable. Therefore, the local large fleet has no choice but to attack again."

"But with our current strength, it is impossible to compete with the German High Seas Fleet. The German reconnaissance fleet dares to come to the Atlantic to provoke this time, and it will definitely follow all the main battle lines behind it!" Although Belford had a technical understanding, his judgment on the current situation was clear and clear. "Now the combat power of the Tiger is not yet achieved, and the Queen-class ship has not been completed yet. How can we fight with the Germans?"

"If the Germans combined the reconnaissance fleet into one fist, then we would indeed not dare to move easily because we were afraid of the main fleet behind them. However, now they are extremely greedy and have dismantled the reconnaissance fleet into several teams!" Fisher's voice echoed in the room, with a hint of coldness. "The German battleships can not drive aircraft of more than 80 knots, so how can they fully protect the squadrons? John will not disappoint you, Your Excellency Arthur." (To be continued...)

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