Another World: Naval Storm

"Angle correction, azimuth ***, elevation correction point ** degrees, the amount of propellant remains unchanged!"

The old gunner has been in service for more than ten years. He has rich experience and skills, and everyone in the turret obeys his command.

Turret operator Sergeant Haiye operated the electric steering wheel and carefully checked the dials. He had the highest academic qualifications here, a college student from a well-known university.

He should have continued his studies, but after the war broke out, he resolutely bid farewell to his teachers and classmates, put on a naval uniform and served his country.

At the beginning, Deben did not have a good impression of him because Haiye was a Drakian of Yiddish descent. In his short experience of more than ten years, he knew that most Yiddish people did not love the Drak Empire.

In the Catholic country of Onebaroa, the Yiddish people have a very serious persecution complex. This nation has never been accepted by the mainstream nation. The crucified saint and the vicious legends that have been circulating since before the Middle Ages always indicate one thing: the Yiddish people are treacherous and treacherous, and they value money very much.

But after serving in the navy for a long time, Deben felt that Haiye was not bad, and changed some of the stereotypes of Yiddish people in his mind. Moreover, General Leo, whom he admired the most, once said that anyone who fought for the Drake Empire and the Drake people was a Drake man! A fellow comrade!

Hai Ye was wearing the uniform of the Imperial Navy. He had sworn allegiance to the Emperor and sworn to fight for the people of Drak. They fought side by side. He was a Drak!

The electrically driven hydraulic winch turned to the correct position. Haiye wiped the sweat from his head and made an OK gesture to Deben: "Alright!"

"Direction adjustment completed!"

"Gunner, the rammage machine has been loaded!"

"Captain, angle correction completed!"

Each instruction was repeated after the work was completed. This was a rule that every naval officer and soldier knew by heart. Repeating instructions could avoid unnecessary mistakes, and Drake's naval warfare refused to make mistakes.

The old gunner's eyes became sharp, and the indicator light for firing was on.

"Turret No. 1 fires!" The muffled sound echoed in the turret. Everyone in the turret waited for the new parameters to be issued and the arrival of shells and propellant. Deben was busy checking the status of the bolt and barrel. The sailors in the ammunition depot and propellant room were also busy. They had to get the ammunition ready in the shortest time possible. The sailors methodically carried out preparations for a new round of shelling.

It should have been more than 20 seconds since the last armor-piercing shell was fired? Why hasn't the gunner passed on the information yet?

"Straddle! Straddle! We hit a straddle! Friedrich the Great's tenth round of full main gun fire hit a straddle! An armor-piercing shell hit near the Ajax's midship turret, and another armor-piercing shell hit the Ajax's bow!"

The lookout's news swept across the ship like a storm. Excitement spread throughout the King Frederick. The fangs of the High Ocean Fleet had finally bitten its prey.

"Boys, come on! Make a few quick shots as quickly as possible and make sure Ajax stay with me!" The old gunner encouraged with his mouth wide open.

"Yes! Gunner!" All the tiredness disappeared in an instant, and the sailors were full of energy. The feeling of being excited was really good. They had no distractions at all and only thought about sinking the enemy ship.

The battleship Ajax trembled under the cross-fire of the King Friedrich. In the following three minutes, a total of six 305mm armor-piercing shells hit the Talen super-dreadnought. The bow waterline belt, the midship horizontal armor and the upper armor belt of the Ajax were successively penetrated, and a large amount of water entered the hull.

What was even more terrible was that a 5-meter-long crack was directly pierced through the bottom of the hull, and the crack was only 3 meters away from the engine room. Seawater entered the engine room, engine room and other compartments almost instantly, and continued to spread, causing the ship to tilt 10 degrees to the left due to the ingress of water.

This was all due to the poor explosion-proof strength and watertight design of the Talen battleship. For the Ajax battleship, the situation could only get worse. A 305mm armor-piercing shell hit the main armor of the Ajax along the waterline again.

The 305mm armor-piercing projectile luckily avoided the obstruction of the 305mm thick main armor of the Ajax at the waterline, and after deviating three meters, it penetrated the 254mm armor belt.

If you are unlucky, even drinking cold water will cause your teeth to ache. The same is true for warships. The large holes made by the two shells caused the Ajax to take in more than 2,000 tons of water. The engine room was flooded and the port engine was submerged by seawater. Unable to continue, the captain led the crew to struggle for five minutes and then had to order the ship to be abandoned.

At 8:11, the destroyer Granite fired three torpedoes at the still floating Ajax, and the giant steel ship built by the Royal Navy at great expense sank, and the Skagerrak Strait was its final burial place.

Friedrich der Grosse was not the only one to receive the honor. At the end of the distant battle line, the fighting distance was even shortened to about meters. The three ships of the Grand Fleet, Glory, Bertholf and Magnificent, made the Hannover and Schlesien of the 3th Battleship Squadron of the Ocean Fleet look bad. After all, these two ships were just pre-dreadnoughts to make up the numbers. Sharing the firepower was the biggest role of these two pre-dreadnoughts. The top armor of the No. turret of the Bertholf-class battleship HMS Reckless was pierced and exploded.

"The First Squadron has already distanced itself from the Talens again. Why is the Third Squadron out of touch? Is it so difficult for them to even complete the turning maneuver?"

"Helgoland versus Titan. One shot hit the target ship, and a fire broke out on the bow of Titan?! Damn it, the intelligence from five minutes ago is useless now! Who can tell me whether Titan is still fighting or has sunk? You know, the two dreadnoughts of the 4th Battleship Squadron are still bearing the attacks of three Talen battleships!"

"Go and bring Wallander to me. When will he be able to maintain communication? Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad! Damn! King Frederick is the flagship of the Grand Fleet!" Admiral Leon shouted angrily, and everyone in the command room dodged.

"Tell the commanders of all the warships, if you can fight, then fight, if you can't, then jump into the sea and commit suicide! Is Leo the only one in the Ocean Fleet who can fight? You are a bunch of rubbish!"

Admiral Lyon, commander of the Oceanic Fleet, had reason to be angry, because after the fleet fully deployed its battle line, the dreadnought fleet, which was the Oceanic Fleet's most promising force, and the officers and soldiers who had been fed with countless shells not only failed to show a level of performance commensurate with their usual hard training in the first few rounds of shelling, but instead exposed a bunch of problems of varying sizes after the exchange of fire.