Chapter 646: Survival From a Desperate Situation

In Wilhelmshaven, Germany, Admiral Scheer was anxiously waiting for news of victory.

"Should we win?" Admiral Scheer asked himself over and over again.

With accurate intelligence and three battlecruisers in command, this battle should be a sure win.

But for some reason, Admiral Scheer was still feeling uneasy.

After thinking for a long time, Admiral Scheer thought he had found the reason: his opponent was Charles.

Charles was already in Antwerp commanding the reconnaissance of the air regiment, and the French Navy might also be under his command, or at his suggestion.

Admiral Scheer could ignore all of Charles's victories on land, including the penetration of Antwerp and Hasselt.

Those were all victories on land, which was completely different from naval battles.

However, Admiral Scheer could not ignore Charles's victories in the Dardanelles, such as the landing craft, amphibious landing ships, depth charges, and especially the equipment that could detect submarines that he developed.

Will Charles have new equipment for this battle?

No, that's unlikely.

Naval equipment is different from army equipment. It will not be developed in a short time. The tactics are basically stable and there will not be much change.

Admiral Scheer's naval tactics are "big guns and big ships". He believes that the future tactical development is "dreadnought" and "super-dreadnought". In short, it is a pile of armor and cannons.

Admiral Scheer did not expect that in the near future, naval tactics will undergo earth-shaking changes, even to another dimension.

In the telecommunications room, a signalman received a telegram with a "beep beep" sound. He immediately operated the cipher machine to translate it. With a series of "click" sounds, the telegram came out quickly.

The signalman glanced at the telegram and his face instantly lost color, but he still stood up and delivered the telegram to Admiral Scheer as soon as possible.

"General..." The signalman swallowed his saliva. He didn't even dare to report.

Admiral Scheer had an ominous premonition. He stepped forward to grab the telegram and took a look. He was stunned on the spot.

He thought he would fail, but he didn't think he would fail so badly.

Seven warships were lost, including a battlecruiser, but there was no result, only three enemy warships were damaged.

After a while, Admiral Scheer looked up at the signalman and asked: "Ask the reason, what caused this result!"

"Yes, General."

Before he finished speaking, another signalman sent a second telegram:

"The French have a new type of torpedo with a longer range, at least 3 kilometers, and it is likely to be a wire-guided torpedo. More importantly, they mounted the torpedo on the bomber to attack the warship..."

Admiral Scheer's head was in a mess with a buzzing sound.

Torpedo mounted on a bomber?

They actually mounted the torpedo on a bomber!

Admiral Scheer, who was holding a telegram, almost fell down because he didn't stand firmly. Fortunately, the signalman and the staff came up in time to support him.

With the help of the staff, he slowly sat back in his chair and sighed deeply.

Admiral Scheer's idea was similar to that of Major General Cavis.

It's over, everything is over!

Since France has such equipment and weapons, do the British have them too?

So, is there still hope for the German Navy?

But unlike Major General Cavis, Admiral Scheer's eyes gradually regained vitality after a while.

We are not dealing with the French fleet, but the British Royal Navy, which is the ultimate goal of the German fleet.

There was no hope of breaking through the siege, even if it was a surprise attack.

One or two surprise attacks may win, but three or four... it is impossible to succeed every time.

On the contrary, now, it seems to be a desperate situation, but there is actually a way out.

Admiral Scheer thought more and more, and then stood up and ordered: "Prepare the plane, I want to go to Berlin."

...

Berlin Forget-Me-Not Palace.

Under the afternoon sun, the snow melted faster, and everything seemed to be revived, and even the fountain that had been frozen for months began to spray water.

However, the atmosphere in the reception room was extremely depressing, and William II and Falkenhayn sat on the sofa with frowns facing each other.

William II seemed to be accustomed to failure. At this time, he would not get angry because of a certain defeat.

After a long time, William II said in a muffled voice: "This is incredible. The French fleet actually defeated the First Fast Fleet, with such a huge difference in strength."

Falkenhayn raised his eyebrows: "Like I said, Your Majesty, we should not take Charles as our opponent, whether it is the army or the navy."

William II said "hmm" and his face was a little ugly.

Falkenhayn did remind him that there was also Admiral Scheer.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one content, one book, one bar!

"Charles is the one who can strangle the throat of war." Falkenhayn looked cautious: "Whether it is equipment or tactics, or... some kind of foresight."

Falkenhayn actually wanted to say that Charles seemed to know the future.

But this is not something a normal person can say.

"Don't worry, Chief of the General Staff." William II replied at the time: "I believe that Charles can do very little in the navy."

However, William II found himself too conceited.

A bomber carrying torpedoes suddenly appeared on the battlefield, shocking everyone just like the tanks appeared on the battlefield.

At this time, Admiral Scheer pushed the door open.

What made William II angry was that Admiral Scheer not only did not have any self-blame or guilt on his face, but was also in high spirits.

William II gritted his teeth and asked in a cold voice, with a tone of sarcasm:

"Is there anything to be happy about, Admiral?"

"If I hadn't received the telegram, I would have thought you had just won a victory!"

Admiral Scheer bowed calmly to William II: "Your Majesty, I think Charles made another mistake."

"Another mistake?" William II snorted coldly:

"I remember that you thought Charles made a mistake last time."

"You think Charles doesn't know that we have bombers, so you can rest assured to find weaknesses in their defense line."

"It turns out that this is not Charles's fault, but ours!"

William II's voice became louder and louder, and finally he even yelled at Admiral Scheer.

Although he knew that this was not Admiral Scheer's fault, he could not tolerate Admiral Scheer's attitude.

Admiral Scheer was unconcerned. He responded calmly:

"Your Majesty, I don't know if you have ever thought about it."

"If Charles can defeat us with a combination of cruisers, destroyers, and bombers with torpedoes."

"Does that mean that we can also defeat the British Royal Navy with such a combination and such a method?"

William II and Falkenhayn were stunned.

Then William II suddenly laughed: "That is to say, we should upgrade the bombers and mass-produce them!"