To be honest, Samekov's battlecruiser formation was already a group of disabled people. The Hindenburg's front main gun exploded, causing two front main guns to be destroyed. It was an unexpected surprise to be able to save a life. Although Defringer's ammunition depot did not explode, one of the boiler cabins was killed. After intense repairs, he barely recovered to a speed of over 20 knots. Seidlitz was even worse. The No. 1 main gun and No. 2 main gun were all destroyed, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. Among them, only the Moltke was injured slightly, but he also paid the price of a complete destruction of a turret.

To be honest, this group of disabled people could not do anything at all, but the strong Samekov knew very well that even a little more force on the battlefield could change the overall situation. So he refused Basilev's order to retreat. In addition to giving De Fringer, who was staggering and unable to keep up with the formation, he stayed on the battlefield with three half-dead warships.

It has to be said that Samikov's persistence did have an opportunity to change the situation. When Darnell was about to use his fleet's speed advantage to forcibly overtake and grab the T-head, Samikov's three battle patrols stopped him!

The Hindenburg tried hard to deflect an angle, allowing the two tail cannons that could fight to open fire with all their might. At this time, the bow of his ship was in a mess, and a turret was no longer visible, and the seat ring of the turret was suddenly exposed to the air. From a distance, it looked like a black pit. However, the big pit was filled with water vapor, and the firefighters caused by the previous explosion were not completely extinguished. At this time, the damaged pipe and firefighters were constantly fighting against the flames near the giant pit. And behind this big pit, the once high No. 2 main gun had already drooped, and the black hole's muzzle was hanging weakly, looking like it was dead.

Anyway, from Samekov's perspective, the entire front deck is lifeless. It is heartbreaking to see it. It is undoubtedly quite dangerous to keep such a severely damaged warship on the battlefield. As long as any shell falls into the exposed main gun race, it may cause disastrous consequences.

However, Sameikov couldn't care so much, because the situation on the battlefield was too unfavorable for his fleet. The mechanical failure of the German Emperor was too bad, and he had to find a way to cause more trouble to the enemy before the four German Emperors returned to the battlefield.

Samekov did cause big trouble for Danel. Originally, the Rear Admiral was going to steal the T-head again. After all, the Queen had an absolute speed advantage, and it would generally be possible if he wanted to grab it. He almost ordered a right turn. However, the three German battle patrols blocked him and stopped him from turning to the right. No, to be precise, they blocked his way.

If Darnell doesn't want to hit the enemy head-on and fight for both losses, he can only turn left, but turning left is not good for him. If he wants to continue fighting after turning left, he has to go in a circle. What's even more annoying is that the four German emperors who are behind will follow him after going in a circle. At that time, he will face a passive situation of five to ten, no, five to thirteen.

Although the three disabled German war patrols seemed to be making up numbers, the behavior of making up numbers this time was really unfortunate. There was not much time left for Darnell. The lieutenant general sighed and ordered depressedly: "Left full rudder, turn the route directly north, and we retreat!"

Darnell was determined to retreat. For him, the naval battle was quite perfect. He sank three Ganguts and severely damaged five enemy main battleships. The result was already very magical. Although he could still get results if he continued to fight, the risk was also quite high. If he accidentally sank one or two queens, the results obtained before would be diluted.

And this is the best time to retreat. If you set a distance too far from Jackson's main fleet, the retreating road will probably be very dangerous.

"The enemy turned to retreat!"

When Basilev saw this scene, he was relieved and regretful. If Sameikov did not insert into the battlefield in time and continued to bombard him, he might have achieved results, but he might have to continue to pay losses. After losing three Ganguts, Basilev was under great pressure. He lost one or two main battleships. He suspected that when he returned to the port, he was waiting for him.

"Commander, are you chasing?"

Faced with this problem, Basilev smiled bitterly and sighed: "Chasing! Why not chase?"

In fact, he also knew that the speed of German-made battleships could not catch up with the queen at all. The only chance in the fleet was the four battle patrols, but Samekov's formation had been severely damaged, so it was irresponsible to let them continue to pursue.

At least Basilev would not let his men die like this, so he ordered the four German emperors to surround him from the side, and on the other hand, he also ordered Samekov not to pursue him.

In fact, when I wrote this, the massive naval battle had come to an end, and what was left was nothing more than some work to clean the battlefield. But there was still an aftermath of this end. When the five queens turned in turn, the Baden suddenly found the correct head and made three consecutive volleys.

In the first round of artillery attacks, the war-wounded USS War was shot on the starboard side, and the lower part of the main armor belt was ruthlessly torn apart by a 380mm armor-piercing shell. The shell exploded near the inner wall of the heavy oil tank outside the hull. A large number of hot shrapnel pierced the bulkhead and then penetrated the ammunition depot of the 152mm secondary gun and ignited the cartridge. Fortunately, the heavy oil and seawater mixture that poured in extinguished the flames, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!

In the second round of artillery attack, the Baham, who was following the War War, ate it and fell. A group of bullets penetrated its upper armor belt and tore a large 15-meter-long hole near the bow of the ship. The surging sea water immediately poured in.

In the third round of artillery attacks, the Baham was still unlucky. The armor-piercing bomb accurately hit the superstructure of its hull. The scattered shrapnel hit the front bridge and two chimneys, causing a fire!

These three rounds of artillery scared Darnell into a cold sweat, and he was really grateful for his wise retreat. In order to evacuate the battlefield as soon as possible, and to cover the injured War Yan and Baham, he quickly ordered the release of smoke.

The reason why Darnell had no order to release the smoke was nothing more than that he was a little unwilling to give up. He wanted to bet on luck. What if he could still hit the enemy ship? But the Baden told him with accurate shelling - don't be foolish!

As a large amount of white smoke rose on the sea, the five queens gradually lost their traces. Although Basilev ordered the continued shelling, everyone knew that it was just a blocking of luck. The Russian Navy had always lacked the most was luck. Their luck has always been very bad, and they belonged to the legendary type of character with very problematic character.

Therefore, including four German Emperor-class ships, 10 battleships violently poured into the smoke zone and all hit the seabed. Except for some shrapnel accidentally injured the three light cruisers that covered the main force's retreat, there was no result in the battle.

After "venting" for a while, Basilev also ordered a turn, but he could not catch up anyway. Now what is more important is to rescue the sailors who fell into the water. It has to be said that in this fierce naval battle, both sides suffered losses. The British lost a battle patrol and a light cruiser, while the Russians lost three battleships. To be honest, four or five thousand people died in just a few hours.

Pieces of oil traces and corpses that were undulating with the waves were everywhere on the sea. The situation was terrible. Even veterans like Basilev, who had experienced countless naval battles, had to sigh: "Do whatever possible they can to search and rescue survivors. This is the fleet's first priority at present!"

After saying this, the old man resolutely turned around and returned to his cabin, knelt on one knee to take out the cross he had collected in his close-up, and began to pray silently...

The suffering was over for the Russian Navy, but Sukhoi did not give up his efforts to expand the results of the war. When he returned to the battlefield, the British fleet was gone. Even so, he still resolutely continued to search northwest and must sink a big guy.

Those who have ambitions succeeded, or Sukhoi was lucky. At the limit of the combat radius of the Cuckoo torpedo aircraft, he finally found a single enemy ship, the Cassandra.

During the previous process of covering the retreat of the main force of the fleet, the Cassandra had a mechanical failure, and the speed was only a pitiful fifteen or sixteen knots. At that time, the whole ship was frightened, and there were more than a dozen fierce battleships behind it, and any of them could tear the Cassandra into pieces.

So on the one hand, the Cassandra was nervously repaired, and on the other hand, it also changed its course. It finally recovered its maximum speed of about 25 and was about to increase its power to escape from this dangerous sea area. Who would have thought that their luck was so bad that they were actually hit by Sukhoi.

The first time he discovered the Cassandra, Sukhoi's eyes lit up. Although a light cruiser could not satisfy his appetite at all, no matter how small the mosquito was, it was still meat? Now that the enemy has run away, it would be nice to be able to eat this bite of meat.

Sukhoi, who was not picky at all, immediately adjusted his course and entered the attack route from the port side of the Cassandra. Judging from his posture, he was about to send the Cassandra to the bottom of the sea in one breath.

At the same time, the Cassandra also discovered Sukhoi's existence. They had experienced how fierce the Russians' air attacks were before, and immediately all the high-fire firepower of the entire ship was aimed at Sukhoi.

If this was World War II, I'm afraid Sukhoi's single-handed attack would be really bad, but this was World War I. Even the Queen-level only had two 76mm anti-aircraft guns. The small-scale high-air firepower of the Cassandra is really a scumbag.

, this little firepower is not enough. Moreover, Sukhoi's flight technology is quite good, and he did not give the Cassandra too many opportunities to fire.

As the Cassandra in Sukhoi's vision became bigger and bigger, the ambitious mustache became more and more excited. He had already grabbed the bomb rod with one hand, and could give Cassandra a fatal blow at any time!

However, Sukhoi was still very patient. He knew that he was single and had only one chance to attack. If he missed it, he would never find it again. So the madman flew towards the Cassandra until he was five hundred meters away from the Cassandra before he suddenly pulled the bomb rod!

At this time, the anti-aircraft machine gun on the Cassandra had locked it firmly, and the bullets flying over knocked Dujuan's wings full of holes. A bullet even brushed Sukhoi's cheek and flew over.

"bomb!"

Sukhoi couldn't help but shout. Although no one would hear his roar, he still wanted to shout, and this shout made him full of strength!

Sukhoi was full of confidence in this attack. The enemy had basically no chance to dodge at a distance of 500 meters. At the moment he dropped the bomb, he was already imagining the scene when the enemy ship sank.

But Sukhoi immediately came to his senses, and the situation was not right! The torpedo was not dropped! Because he did not feel the fuselage lighter!

Sukhoi's pupils dilated instantly, and he couldn't believe the result at all, but until he flew over the head of the enemy ship with a torpedo, the damn torpedo still stuck to him!

"Bastard! Damn it!"

Sukhoi kicked the cabin twice. His anger was obvious. The results of the battle were at your fingertips, but the damn torpedo had problems. In fact, this problem is not the first time. In the first air strike in the morning, many depressed pilots returned to the airport with the torpedoes.

But Sukhoi didn't expect that his character would be so bad. He looked at the Cassandra number below. Even if it was far away, he could feel the joy of the other party escaping. It is very likely that the enemy is cheering forever now?

To be honest, Sukhoi doesn't like this feeling very much. But he seems powerless. Now he doesn't dare to touch the bomb dropping rod anymore. He doesn't even dare to do too much maneuver, for fear that if you accidentally, the damn torpedo will fall down by itself.

Try again!

Sukhoi made up his mind, and he carefully adjusted his course and rushed towards the Cassandra again, but this time he flew more slowly and cautiously. So the same scene happened again as when the first attack happened. The Cassandra shot at him desperately, and he tried his best to compress the bomb drop distance, and once again entered five hundred meters before pulling the bomb drop rod.

But this time it was exactly the same as the last time. The damn torpedo seemed to have stuck with him, but refused to leave. After the attack failed this time, Sukhoi directly began to hit the bulkhead with his head, which shows how angry he was.

However, Sukhoi is not a person who gives up easily. If he doesn't work once, he will do it twice, and if he doesn't work twice, he will do it three times. He keeps attacking and attacking routes and constantly crossing over the Cassandra. Anyway, all the crew of the Cassandra are a little broken, and I don't know what this psychopath wants to do!

Anyway, the situation at that time was quite tortured. Think about it, a madman kept flying over your head with a deadly torpedo, every time he was "felt a shot", every time he was "teasing" you. No matter how strong his mind was, he could not stand it in such a scene.

Anyway, all the crew members of the Cassandra were so crazy that some of the crew took out their rifles from the arsenal and began to shoot at Sukhoi frantically.

To be honest, Sukhoi is the most crazy person. He has tried it several times. Even if he swayed his fuselage madly before dropping the bomb, he could not get rid of the candy-like torpedo. Even when Sukhoi crossed the Cassandra again and again, he no longer expected to drop the torpedo normally and launch an attack. He just wanted to get rid of this damn torpedo. Even if he threw it into the sea casually, Sukhoi would feel comfortable as long as he could get rid of it.

The problem is that it cannot be escaped. When Sukhoi crossed the bow of the Cassandra for the twelfth time, all the crew members on the Cassandra had already let it go. They stood on the deck one by one and stretched their necks to watch Sukhoi's performance, and their condition was like Wu Mengda looked at God.

In fact, the situation in the cockpit was so exciting. The crazy Sukhoi kicked with his foot and hit his head, but he tried his best to make any noise. If it weren't for the cuckoo torpedo aircraft, there was only one pilot, and the bearded man had to fly the plane. This guy who was already furious would directly crawl out of the cabin and kick the disobedient fish with his feet.

In short, when he entered the attack route this time, Sukhoi flew crookedly, just like driving drunk. As for the crew on the Cassandra below, they were already numb and had no intention of firing fire. They probably had been appointed - anyway, they could not stop the psychopath, so let him make a fuss!

This time it seemed like the same as the previous few times. Sukhoi staggered over the bow of the Cassandra again. He still stomped his feet in vain to pull the bomb rod. He didn't even expect it to work anyway. And at this moment, with a crisp click, it seemed that a part on the plane was broken. Before Sukhoi could react, he felt that the fuselage suddenly lightened, and the damn torpedo was finally thrown out!

The restless torpedo appeared a beautiful parabola and then inserted it into the deck of the Cassandra. The 450 kilogram big guy easily penetrated the three decks and let out an angry roar.

boom!

A fireball spurted out from the middle of the hull of the Cassandra. The sailors who had seen God on the deck were tragic in an instant. Almost dozens of people were directly swallowed by the fireball. Then the deck began to crack and the hull made a strange creaking sound. The sea water also poured in. Although the crew of the Cassandra tried to save their car, everything was in vain. Half an hour later, the extremely unlucky light cruiser disappeared into the waves of the Baltic Sea. The surviving crew always remembered the madman who kept passing through their bows. They silently swear that they would curse that bastard in their lives!
Chapter completed!