Chapter 857 The last Z word on

Bohai Strait.

The light cruiser Yellow River slowly collided with the blue wave and entered the Bohai Sea, which is known as the heart of the Far East in Europe. When the soldiers returned here for the first time after the start of the war, they were injured in the naval battle of Bermuda and came back to repair the heavy aircraft carrier Nanchu for sea trials.

Even if the first naval test after maintenance was not equipped with a carrier-based aircraft, the wide deck and majestic posture still shocked people, especially when it and its partners destroyed the joint fleet that had exhausted the last national strength of the agreement with minimal casualties in the unprecedented naval battle. The taste came to my face in an instant.

Looking at the Nanchu passing by, Fuxu, standing on the deck, couldn't rush over and grab it home. Even the light cruiser under his feet, which was said to have a maximum speed of 30 knots and full of barrel, wanted to take it away.

Compared with the French navy, which has been destroyed and only a few broken cruisers moored in Marseille that dare not leave the harbor to support the scene, these big guys are really greedy!

What's more, only those in power know the difference between Xinhua's front-line warships and Europe, not to mention the seemingly simple but actually complex aircraft carriers.

As the Nanchu gradually faded away, Fuxu repeatedly felt that he had returned to Marseille decades ago. He only saw small boats with a displacement of about 1,000 tons in the bay. The closer he was to the destination Tianjin Port, the more he had this illusion.

Does Xinhua not have 10,000-ton civilian ships? Just kidding! Nowadays, dragon flags are flying all over the world in the sea. Can't a country that can build a battleship like Taiwan-class ship build 10,000 tons of ships? Although there is no specific total tonnage figure, it is certain that Xinhua's current maritime shipping capacity is definitely better than that of Britain, the United States and France after the war.

But why can't we see a large ocean-going cargo ship in this heartland?

Fuxu sighed, turned his head to Pengalle next to him and said with a sad smile, "Maybe we only need to hold on for half a year."

He is worthy of being the commander of the French army, and he saw through the hidden meaning behind this scene at a glance. There is no doubt that Xinhua's resources and transportation capacity have been squeezed to the limit after continuous long-distance battles. This wire is very dangerous, and it may break one day! Therefore, Li Mo is not as easy to deal with the war as shown by the outside world. In the final analysis, this country has not experienced the baptism of the industrial revolution. Even if he is powerful, it is only about 20 years of development. They are powerful enough to sweep thousands of troops, most of which are due to technological innovation.

Therefore, the strategy of consuming Xinhua with the vast territory of the United States was very targeted, but there was no way to curb the enemy's superior equipment, especially air power, which led to a complete collapse.

To the surprise of the guards, Peng Jiale did not agree with General Fuch's words this time. He stared at the huge harbor that appeared in front of him and said nothing.

Following his eyes, everyone saw several sword-like deep-water docks reaching into the bay. All kinds of cranes on the dock swayed back and forth, and the workers were constantly loading the goods into trucks and transferring them everywhere.

More far away, the tall chimney of Rulin was rolling black smoke, and the roar of the machine came faintly along the sea breeze.

"Maybe we missed something!"

Peng Jiale murmured in a voice that only he could hear. Although he had long heard of the Yanjing incident (the incident that Li Mo marched into Yanjing and massacred all the nobles of the Qing Dynasty overnight, which was called the Yanjing incident by Europe and the United States) and the founding of the People's Republic of China, Xinhua embarked on a fast lane under the leadership of Li Mo, but the Far East was too far after all. In addition, after Xinhua's iron-blooded means expelled all the colonists, the image of Europe's east before the war was still full of long clothes on the street. The era of rat tail braids.

And now when I see the busy picture of Tianjin Port, I finally understand why France lost the war.

It's not industrial capacity, it's not a technology gap, it's not human resources.

It's the arrogance and arrogance of white Europeans!

When the white people cheered and occupied the world, when Europe exported colonization to countries through sea ships, brought a large amount of goods and opium, plundered back tons of gold and silver with cannons, and then enjoyed the hailed 20 years, it quietly ignored the development speed of the rest of the world.

While the French were enjoying Bordeaux wine, Li Mo was painstakingly studying technology.

When Britain built battleships to try to crush the world's navy, Li Mo was developing aircraft carriers and aircraft!

When the United States was immersed in the world's strongest economic country and cheered for the arrival of the American century, Li Mo lay on the map and carefully studied the weaknesses of his opponents!

Is it wrong?

In Europe, everyone will feel that it is a shame and a coincidence to be defeated by Xinhua. But only when you come here in person can you understand that by chance, it is only a small probability.

At this moment, Peng Jiale thought of a famous Chinese saying.

"Tian Xingjian, a gentleman is self-improvement!"

The cruiser finally leaned on the special dock that had already been set up, and lost contact with the outside world for ten days. Penggal and Fuxu, who walked down the cruiser in a trance, immediately saw the ambassador to China who came to greet him. When they saw him coming over with a pale face, they had a bad feeling at the same time.

"Two, France stopped breathing!" -

In the northernmost Orkney Islands of Scotland, there is a semi-enclosed sea area called Scapa Bay!

If Portsmouth is the cradle of the British navy, then Scarpa Bay is like a sentry that never closes its eyes, and the guardian is the northernmost of England.

A hundred years of maritime power, no country understands the sea like Britain. Everyone here knows that Great Britain has three most important maritime defense lines that must not be lost.

Gibraltar, Cape Verde and Scarpa Bay!

They represent the three most important maritime defense lines in the east, north and south.

Now Gibraltar has been shrouded in the shadow of Xinhua's Seventh Fleet. Cape Verde was bombarded and destroyed by Xinhua and then occupied by the German army, while Scarpa Bay has become the last northern defense line that Nelson's descendants need to defend.

In the bay, more than a dozen capital ships are moored horizontally and vertically. The grandeur of the large fleet at the beginning of the war has become a memory. After continuous defeats, the size of the British fleet is less than 30%.

The most eye-catching is undoubtedly the last two Hood-class battlecruisers, the two prestige-class battleships and two Avengers that escaped from the United States.

On the inside of them are three Orion-class, two Iron Duke-class battleships, and the symbolic Intrepid battleship. On the outside near the waterway, there are two huge figures, which are the only two Tiger-class battlecruisers left.

After Delan, the British Admiralty has successively put forward new G3 and N3-class battleship plans, but so far, the G3-class battleships have only laid two keels, and in the case of shortage of materials, it is no longer possible to continue to build, they are still facing the end of being dismantled.

The proud St. George's flag has gradually come down with a loss.

In order to make up for the loss of the capital ships, Britain concentrated on building a large number of small tonnage destroyers when it knew that it was impossible to build more capital ships, and now these little ones lying in the bay have become Britain's last hope.

Corporal Buzz sat quietly on the stone pier where the cable was moored, looking down at the blue sea, and his thoughts had already flown to his hometown of Wales.

He misses his newly married wife and unborn children.

Like him, there are silent sailors everywhere on the dock and on the deck. I don't know when this base, which is extremely noisy every day, suddenly becomes silent and dull. Except for the routine work every day, everyone has lost their interest in talking, as if it has become a place surrounded by cold steel. A sculpture.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of footsteps tore up this dullness.

Buzz raised his head and looked at the footsteps. He only saw Jill, who was also from Wales, pinching something hard and rushing to the headquarters building.

Jill ran all the way, looking at his surprised eyes. It was not until she saw Buzz that she slowed down a little and shrugged her shoulders.

Friends for many years have made the two of them know what the other party wanted to say without words. When Jill smiled miserfully and shrugged his shoulders, Baz suddenly woke up.

Coming!

As a veteran who survived the Battle of Delan, even if Jill didn't have these small movements, he could feel the smell of tension, hurry and smoke.

Damn German dry duck, finally can't help coming out again!

After a while, the harsh alarm sounded from all over the base, and countless sailors began to rush to their posts. Electric wires, drinking water, and a few cans of canned beef were moved to the warship at the fastest speed.

Buzz rushed onto the Hourd-class No. 3 ship Anson in service and quickly climbed the observation post platform high on the left side of the bridge along the simple escalator.

The machine gunner who arrived earlier on the platform had begun to check the double 7.7mm Lewis anti-aircraft machine gun fixed on the shelf. After seeing Buzz, he nodded and still didn't say anything.

After Buzz took out the helmet, telescope and other equipment from the dark compartment, he saw Lieutenant General Hamilton, the first sea minister and the current commander-in-chief of the Grand Fleet, accompanied by more than a dozen staff officers and officers, boarded the deck of the sister ship Rodney next to him.

He began to get hot behind him. He turned his head and saw that the chimney had emitted black smoke. As time went by, the black smoke began to thicken and thicken until it blocked the whole sky.

In just 30 minutes, 14 capital ships of the British mainland fleet moored in Scarpa Bay, 2 modified carriers and up to 37 destroyers were all ready.

At five o'clock in the evening on May 7, when the sun gradually set, the Drogni raised a flag with letters familiar to everyone.

Z word.

There is nothing behind!

(to be continued)