The Hood was once the flagship of Somerville. It once galloped across the Mediterranean with the H fleet.

Unfortunately, the warship is now paralyzed in front of Somerville, which makes him suddenly feel sad that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad.

The entire bridge was still emitting thick smoke, but after burning everything that could burn, the fire on the bridge was finally under control.

Although 90% of the power has been lost, it is still possible to barely maintain the operation of the water pump, which has allowed the fire extinguishing work of the Hood to proceed in an orderly manner.

"Can you confirm it?" Somerville leaned against the railing of the Battleship of the King of the Kings, looked at the battleship Hood, which was still emitting smoke in the distance, and asked the officers who were walking behind him.

"Yes, sir... General John Tovey... was indeed killed." The officer who walked over said with his head down and replied in pain.

This was the first telegram he received today, from the backup telegram room of the Hood. The emergency repair work is still in progress, and the situation of the warship is not optimistic.

Upon hearing this news, Somerville sighed in his heart: That was a lieutenant general. Death of a lieutenant general in a naval battle was definitely a major loss to the British Navy.

What's more, there was also a battle cruiser that was accompanied by the departure of this lieutenant general. This naval battle failed, which made people sad.

"Have you sent a telegram to the local area? Losing General John Tovey is definitely the most serious loss of the Royal Navy..." Somerville looked at the Hood in the distance and said sadly.

This is definitely not a hypocritical act, because he and John Tovey knew each other during World War I.

At that time he was a radio operation instructor, and John Tovey was a heroic destroyer commander.

Before Somerville could command a warship alone, John Tovey had already taken his destroyer to participate in the Battle of Jutland, and was commended by Tongling for his brave and fearless fighting spirit.

The friendship between Somerville and John Tovey and Cunningham, three outstanding commanders of the Royal Navy, was also formed during World War I.

"Sir..." The officer opposite did not turn around and leave, but hesitated and softly reminded Somerville who was leaning against the railing.

"Hmm? What else is there?" Somerville puzzled for a moment, then pushed the railing away, turned around, and looked at his subordinates.

"I'm afraid we have lost more than one general..." The officer held a telegram in his hand and handed it to Somerville in the sea breeze.

The warship was still shaking, and the waves hit the side of the warship, splashing white water. The sky was still raining, and Somerville's hat was already wet.

The commander who intercepted the fleet reached out and took the text paper that had been mostly wet in the rain, and saw the handwriting on it.

The content written on the telegram was not complicated, but it left Somerville standing there as if she had lost her soul.

Yes, General Dudley Pound, the commander-in-chief of the Royal Navy, had just passed away in his post.

If the general's sudden death had nothing to do with the fleet's defeat, Somerville would not believe it.

The other party obviously could not withstand such heavy losses and suffered an unprecedented blow, so he died suddenly in his position.

The rain wet the telegraph paper, and Somerville stood there a little at a loss. Their defeat seemed to be heavier than it seemed, and the Royal Navy seemed to be getting further and further away from the victory.

The rushing sea breeze blew like a knife, tearing the piece of paper in Somerville's hand. Standing on the shaking warship, Somerville was still standing in the rain.

"General Charles is moving closer to us... He called to ask if he would continue to pursue the German fleet." The officer said the third telegram he had just received, an inquiry from the local fleet.

Of course... can only be pursued! If he gives up pursuing the German Navy fleet now, then what is this battle?

Is it a self-directed and self-acted child drama? After losing Nelson and Reputation, after the injuries of Hood and Ramirez, the naval battle is endless.

"Order the fleet to turn... Let the Eagle aircraft carrier leave to pick up the Hood, join the two nearby destroyers and form a temporary fleet. Tell them not to be careless, there are German submarines here." After giving his order, Somerville took a step forward.

He walked back to the direction of the bridge and continued to command without looking back: "Send a telegram to Charles, let him join us and search the German fleet eastward together."

On the bridge of the battleship George V, the flagship of the local fleet, Charles, was wearing a thick layer of frost on his face.

Not long in the past, he also received a lot of fatal news. There were more tragic news than Chujil, which made it impossible for him to have any good face.

The ck-1 transport fleet was severely damaged, the Nelson sank, the Ramirez was injured, the Reputation sank, and the Hood was paralyzed...

In addition, Commander Dudley Pound died and Lieutenant General John Tovey died... What happened in the past few hours seemed to be more exciting than what had happened in the past twenty years.

These well-known news made Charles fall into a dark state, but he is stronger than Dudley Pound, so he finally recovers.

After everyone rushed to rescue the general who fainted, they finally avoided the embarrassing fate of the three senior commanders returning to the west in one day.

"General Somerville called back, his fleet was searching eastward, and if we keep pace, we will soon join his fleet." An officer reported the latest news, and Charles waved without saying a word.

The German fleet headed eastward, which was confirmed information. After all, a few dozen minutes ago, the search fleet was still fighting against the opponent's warships.

As long as the other party drives eastward, it will definitely not avoid the patrol network composed of British destroyers, cruisers and even fishing ships.

Search networks spilled out from the local area have already spread out in the eastern part of the Atlantic Ocean. It is almost impossible to avoid this big network.

Since he knew the location of the German fleet, he had the exact direction of pursuit. However, Charles was still not happy about it.

The speed of the German fleet far exceeds the British fleet has turned the pursuit of the main fleet of the British Royal Navy into a joke.

The further you chase, isn’t this pursuit a joke? What the German fleet has to do now is to rush towards Brest at the fastest speed, and the British main fleet will be left behind far behind.

The only variable is to let the remaining battleships of the British local fleet go south directly and block this line.

But the problem is... the remaining battleships cannot defeat the German main fleet! It is obvious that they will go up to die, how could anyone approve this plan?

Moreover, once the last battleship of the local fleet leaves the British, what should the Germans do if they take other actions?

Therefore, no matter what, even if you know the specific direction and location of the German naval fleet, it is an impossible task to catch up with the German fleet.

Now, the only reason to follow the German fleet is that they want to send the German fleet back to Brest Port!

Because if the main fleet did not follow the German fleet, who would know whether they would return to the port of Brest?

If the other party's fleet tastes the sweetness and walks around again...will people still survive? The entire British Atlantic transportation line will collapse, and the people in the UK will starve to death.

Charles and Somerville, who is more advanced, are no longer thinking about blocking the German main fleet on the sea and annihilation of the opponent.

The problem they are thinking about now is to escort the other party's fleet all the way to the destination. Then, wait for the other party to enter the port of Brest and find a way to find a way to get the place back.

Although the Port of Brest, an important military port in France, has a good location to go out to sea, it is within the attack radius of British long-range bombers.

As long as you take advantage of your own losses, dispatch a large number of bombers to attack Brest, you will be able to paralyze the German fleet entering the port.

Paralyzing the German fleet is equivalent to preventing the German fleet from continuing to operate. Although the cost is huge, it is still within a tolerable range.

The only thing that made Charles feel aggrieved was that as a senior commander of the Royal Navy, he was now thinking about using the air force to stop the other side's navy. He was so embarrassing that he was unprecedented...

"No matter what, we can't make any mistakes! This time we must ensure that the German fleet will return to Brest!" Charles stood on the bridge and opened his mouth to order the officers beside him.

At the same time, on the Battleship of the King Power, Somerville was also talking about the same thing: "If something goes wrong this time, we don't have to go back to Gibraltar. Let's just silence here!"

Similarly, the Prime Minister Churchill, who had just sent General Dudley Pound's body, said similar words: "Don't think about annihilation of the enemy's fleet! Let them go to Brest!"

Don't make any more variables! This is what the commanders of the British Royal Navy are thinking at this moment.

At the same time, Cunningham stepped on the pier at the Plymouth Harbor in the UK and walked off the transport ship.
Chapter completed!