Chapter 659 Mamma Mia, they passed by!

The wind and waves of the North Sea made the Simos scold endlessly, especially when mist began to fill the sea at noon, which made the crew of the cargo ship from Brazil, which carried more than 3,000 tons of rubber, dumbfounded from the future.

Rubber, which was inconspicuous 20 years ago, has become the most important resource. At present, the world's largest rubber producing country is Xinhua, and the largest exchange is in Shanghai. Over the years, those rubber merchants who became rich earlier not only planted themselves, but also went to foreign enclosures and paid 70% of the world's rubber parks. It is said to be a special system.

The young Chinese emperor seems to be very interested in the world's largest rubber group, the world's largest white sugar group, the largest copper mining group, etc. Recently, they took advantage of the opportunity of the gradual decline of the war and proposed to establish Shanghai as the world's largest futures trading center.

The Brazilian rubber merchants in the cracks could only be slowly eaten up. They were about to be fully occupied by the Chinese, but suddenly the war broke out.

War is a monster and an opportunity to make a fortune. Many people even take risks, such as the Simos, whose rubbers are not sold to Britain and France, but are ready to be quietly shipped to Rotterdam, the Netherlands.

Captain Bandax is an experienced old sea wolf. He knows how to get the maximum benefit. Although he has to face the indiscriminate strangulation of German submarines and the layers of investigation of the Allied [***] ship along the way, as long as he succeeds, it is an incalculable profit!

Because Germany has been blocked, they don't care about money at all at this time, not to mention that they have enough rubber to make thousands of truck tires.

"How far is it?" The captain staggered into the bridge. The smell of coal ash and oil below made him a little dizzy. Compared with the calmer Caribbean Sea and the South Atlantic Ocean, it was a hard time to come here.

"There are about 8 hours left."

"God." After listening to Bandax's words, the captain patted his forehead fiercely and shouted with a sad face, "This is the last time, really, the last time!"

"Ha ha, Fairman, I remember you said the same thing last time." The first mate held the coffee and smiled beside him.

"Real is it? Well, let's do it again at most." The captain smiled and walked out of the bridge. It was not difficult for 8 hours. Maybe he blew the wind on the deck to avoid the unpleasant smell of coal below. However, when he just stepped out of the bridge with half of his foot, his eyes suddenly straightened. He only saw thick smoke suddenly surged up on the right sea level. Experience told him that this was by no means an ordinary cargo ship. .

"Captain, I think." Before the captain stammered, there was a sudden shout on the other side: "God, it's a warship, British [***] ship!"

The captain turned his head and saw that there was black smoke on the other side of the Seamus, and there was more and more black smoke in front of him.

"Captain, it's not good, it's a German [***] ship!"

"What!" Captain Bandax, who was watching the British cruiser, was shocked. He quickly turned his head and looked at the other side. He only saw three German cruisers rushing out of the sea level. The cold bow hit the waves and was galloping towards him.

Two waves of fleets suddenly appeared, one left and one right, making everyone have no idea. What should they do? The captain patted his forehead and cried with a sad face. Isn't it just a little rubber? Is it worth the encirclement and arrest of the agreement and the alliance at the same time?!

"Captain, given the current situation, I think we should fly the white flag immediately, and then surrender to whoever wins." The first mate swallowed and thought of the only way to avoid disaster.

"Good idea, but." Just as Captain Bandax was about to order the white flag to be hung, he suddenly thought of the biggest question: "Do we have a white flag?"

"Well, I remember that Philman has a pair of white trousers!" The first mate looked at the captain who was about to pass the breath.

A moment later, when a tattered white flag was hung on the top of the mast, the lookouts on the British and German light patrol squadrons were dumbfounded at the same time, but soon they automatically filtered out the dirty "white flag" with yellow spots.

The alarm of the battle sounded through all the cabins of the three German light patrols. Ten coal-fired and two oil-fired boilers hisd out all the steam. Driven fierce high-pressure steam, the three Wiesbaden-class light patrols loaded with 6,600 tons instantly speeded up to 27 knots. Just five minutes later, the first shell was lightning-like. The 150mm gun of the Elpin rushed out.

"Rumble."

"Ten o'clock, two destroyers!"

In the sad shouts, Major General Burdick, the commander of the second German cruiser detachment, immediately turned the telescope around and saw that on his left, the two W-class destroyers began to approach at a high speed. Just looking at the waves of the other side's bow, they knew that the speed exceeded at least 28 knots!

"The Wiesbaden stopped them!"

In the shouting, the Wiesbaden on the left has turned off the bow and released the original shelling target, pouring all the firepower on the two high-speed approaching destroyers.

8 L45/150mm naval guns, two 88mm rapid-fire guns, and four 37mm machine guns exploded with maximum power at the same time. The dense shells landed in front of the two W-class destroyers, immediately carrying countless columns of water. After seeing that the assault route was blocked and unable to continue approaching, the destroyer had to turn the rudder. Temporarily leave and look for a new opportunity.

This scene made Lieutenant General Sinclair feel sorry, but when he was about to order a light patrol to divert fire and let the destroyer attack again, a fireball in the corner of his eyes suddenly pulled his heart.

"It's the Rostovt. It was shot. It's starboard. It's starboard!" When the first mate shouted to report, the Rostoft was also in a mess. A 150mm shell hit the starboard 47mm rapid-fire gun. Although the shell did not penetrate the armor, it detonated several shells that had just been forgotten to put away during the air defense.

The swept shrapnel killed all the sailors on the gun position and affected the two 6-inch rapid-fire guns on the starboard side, forcing them to be dumb for 15 minutes.

The sailors rushed to the side of the fire with their leather tubes. The water dragons quickly suppressed the flames. Seeing that the fire was gradually extinguished, Major General Burdick, who scored first, was not satisfied.

From the comparison of warships, the Wiesbaden class is similar to the three Birmingham class on the opposite side, but because of the late launch, the speed is 2 knots faster. The other side has 9 152mm rapid-fire guns. It is 8 150mm rapid-fire guns, but it has 2 more 88mm guns, which is more powerful.

So you still have an advantage!

Seeing that there were only three Birmingham-class light cruisers worse than himself, Major General Burdick completely forgot to lure the enemy and waited for the order of the arrival of the battlecruisers. He immediately ordered the Frankfurt to move closer to him, and then the two ships diagonally into the injured Lostorft.

"Damn it, the destroyer blocked them!"

Because the speed was not as fast as his opponent, Brigadier General Sinclair had to order four W-class destroyers to attack again without a chance, but they were blocked by the Frankfurt. The German rapid-fire gun, which was much faster than the British naval gun, finally played an advantage at this time, and the shells covered the four destroyers in waves. After that, the four destroyers were suppressed by only one light patrol.

15 minutes later, when the two 6-inch (152 mm) guns on the starboard side of the Rosttor were finally re-firedone, Major General Burdick had narrowed the distance to 12,000 yards.

Frankfurt hit the bridge of Rostovt again, but fortunately, the shell did not explode, but then two consecutive shells made the British sailors taste the strength of the German armor-piercing shells. The shell drilled through the low rear observation tower, and a huge explosion occurred in the tower. Steel The iron shell burst like an eggshell, and the thick smoke at the back of the Rostofft rolled out.

Fire and smoke during the day is a disaster for any warship, which not only means that you have become a cannonball magnet, but also means that you can't avoid it.

At this moment, the two sister ships, Nottingham and Birmingham, finally rushed to support. In the case of 2 to 3, Brigadier General Sinclair began to reverse the unfavorable situation little by little.

"Boom."

A shell landed in front of the bridge of Nottingham. The huge explosive impact swept everyone in the bridge to the ground. Even all the instrument glass covers on the navigation console were shattered, and the compass pointer was fixed in one direction.

"General, we should retreat now. General Betty said before that he would attract the enemy over when he met them." The staff shouted and reminded.

"Now?"

"Yes."

"But." Brigadier General Sinclair, who got up, originally wanted to say that he still had an advantage, but when he saw the fourth German cruiser rushing into the battlefield, he immediately changed his mind and immediately ordered the ships to retreat with his flagship movement.

Three light patrols and four W-class destroyers began to accelerate their retreat, but Major General Burdick did not want to disperse the fat of his mouth. Seeing the Pirau also accelerated, he immediately ordered everyone to give up the entanglement of the other ships and shell the injured Rostovt with all his strength.

Warships circled around the sea, making the sailors on the Seamus nervous and worried that the shell would fall on their heads. Just as Captain Bandax was ready to surrender to the German ship, a huge column of water suddenly rose on the sea.

Under the joint attack of three light patrols, the injured Rostovt finally failed to leave. After multiple shells hit the boiler compartment and slowed down, they were caught by the Frankfurt and hit four 500mm torpedoes at a distance of less than 3,000 yards.

The torpedo hit the bow of the Rostovt, and a huge explosion surged under the water. After a moment, the light cruiser with a standard displacement of 5,440 tons slowly sank into the water.

Although Major General Burdick sank the Rostft, he also allowed the remaining two British light patrols and four destroyers to successfully distance themselves. At this time, he remembered the entanglement task assigned by Hiffel, slammed his head and ordered to accelerate the pursuit.

The Wiesbaden class is two knots faster than the Birmingham class. Due to the injury and smoke, the pursuit target is very obvious. Seeing that it is a little faster than himself, the captain accelerated again and again, and the gun captain also ordered the release of smoke when he ordered a counterattack, but the four German light cruisers that chased were firmly stuck in position, obviously thinking Continue to pester.

Brigadier Sinclair doesn't know why these Germans are so rampant. He knows that they will escape immediately if they get a little record in the past, but now he hopes that the other party will continue to pester him. Looking at the slowly sinking Lostorft, he gritted his teeth and clenched the handrail, although he can't turn around and report now. Qiu, and he is still in danger, but he believes that these damn Germans will know what firepower advantage is!

The pursuit battle continued. The helmsman nervously twisted the steering wheel again and again, and let the warship dodge on the sea with S according to the instrument pointer in front of him, but when a familiar island appeared in the distance, the captain found that something was wrong.

"General, we seem to be in a little trouble. The gyroscope and compass seem to be broken!" After hesitating for a moment, the captain finally raised his head from the chart and said with certainty, "The battle and evasion just now made us deviate from General Betty at least about 17 nautical miles!"

"What!" Looking at the fog that began to rise from the sea, the officers in the bridge suddenly felt a bad feeling.

In Brigadier General Sinclair's shocked shouting, the sailors on the deck of the Simos finally breathed a sigh of relief and poked out their heads. The sound of the fading cannons and the Anglo-German cruisers reassured them a lot.

"Damn it, why are you still hanging it!" When Captain Fairman saw that his white trousers were still fluttering, he was immediately ready to tear them off with his own hands, but when his fingers had just touched the trousers, his eyes straightened again.

" Turn around, turn around!"

"Damn it, what are you still doing? Rise up, it's about to rise!"

The white trousers were quickly raised again, because everyone saw that bigger and thicker thick smoke was rising from the sea in the distance. 40 minutes later, when five iron cross flags were hoisted, and the muzzle ferociously pointed to their Pang war cruisers passed by, everyone shuddered.

"What is this?"

Hipper looked at the yellow stain and the tattered white flag. Fortunately, like the previous ones, he didn't have time to think more about unrelated issues and chased in the direction of Sinclair's disappearance.

At this time, General David Betty could not sit still. He stood on the bridge of the battlecruiser Tiger, and the telescope was raised and lowered, because Brigadier General Sinclair had not yet appeared.

"What's wrong? There are only four German light cruisers. Didn't one of them escape? Betty wondered that even if the light patrol was a little poor, there were still four W-class destroyers, and there was great hope of escaping back.

"Did the plane find anything?" Betty turned her head and asked.

"There is no general yet."

Hearing that the reconnaissance aircraft did not move, David Betty vaguely felt a little bad. According to common sense, he had actually reacted, but the location and scale of the enemy were unknown, and the cruiser squadron did not know how to do it. There was no updated information, so he could only immediately He ordered to accelerate to 23 knots and rushed to the direction mentioned by Brigadier General Sinclair at full speed.

As time went by, the thick fog on the North Sea became thicker. Captain Bandax had bit the cigar leisurely. Although the white trousers on the mast were a little eye-catching, although they didn't know what was going on just now, it was good news for Germany and Britain to pursue each other, because it was a sign that there was no danger nearby. It only takes six hours to reach Rotterdam. It seems that gold is waving to everyone.

But at this moment, the bridge was in chaos again, because everyone saw that a larger fleet with a rice flag spit out black dragon-like smoke and killed again from a distance.

"What's going on today? Are the British and Germans crazy?

"Is this a naval battle? It's still a race!"

In the question of Fairman and the first mate, the cigar in Captain Bandax's mouth fell on the deck because he found a major problem!

They missed each other!

The sea began to be filled with fog 16 nautical miles, and they passed by!

"Mamma Mia, omnipotent Lord!"

"Let's leave this crazy sea immediately!"

(to be continued)