Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Ahem, Astartes would not go crazy like this, it is better to say that the Astartes of the 41st millennium tend to be solemn as a whole, not as casual as they were in the Legion period. This was also reflected in the entire meeting, except for the Wolf Group livening up the atmosphere, they just simply discussed with each other and nodded when saying goodbye.

"The secondary star in the Marin region is in the second orbit of the star system, and the primary star is in the third orbit. The crude ecological foundation on the secondary star is the result of planetary transformation in the late Great Crusade. Before it became an important mining planet with basic heavy industry, it was too close to the star, resulting in scorching sunlight that made it unsuitable for human survival."

"But after the Mechanicus intervened, the plasma enrichment device in the outer orbit of the sub-planet in the Marin region provided a large amount of energy and raw materials for the mining and heavy industry of the sub-planet." Afa, the secretary, gave a more material supplement, "It is worth mentioning that the largest void dock in the east of Agrippina is based on this."

"That's right. The reason we were able to hold on here is largely because this dock is really important, and the macro cannon array on it is also... powerful." Spyr thought of the Chaos Cruiser that was torn into four pieces in the void, and gave this evaluation after a brief pause. "And our tactics of luring the enemy are derived from this, based on these two points."

The secondary star in the Marin region is not a satellite of the primary star, but a planet in another orbit. The distance between the two planets takes nearly two days even for a frigate to travel at full speed. Even astropathic communication will not be faster than this time under deliberate interference, unless those despicable traitors are willing to gamble their lives and jump into the subspace within the range of the planet's gravity well.

Therefore, "Now that Chaos has deliberately cleared his peripheral vision, the real situation he sees will be delayed by two days!" This little thing has no effect at all when confronting the Empire, which is often delayed by five to ten years. What's more, Chaos is not sensitive to time at all due to long-term desensitization therapy.

However, bombing the mullet frequently will also blow up your brain. You don't look at the small map, right? Come, your uncle Speyer will give you some strength.

"Moreover, before all this, we have used some means to make those traitors believe that there are only two cruisers in the port that have been completed and are ready to be transferred to Agrippina before the fall of the Marin District sub-star." Afa, who had cut off all the ties, had absolutely no hesitation in selling his teammates.

"It's not quite legal, but it's within the line." Speyer nodded and added, "And I will personally command this decoy fleet - which is also the main fleet."

Ragnar was about to speak but then thought of something. Wasn't the Agamemnon-class battleship mentioned earlier a high-speed battleship like the one under Salmin? White Scar had asked if he could exchange it for a decommissioned one. Could it be that he meant, "Use the Agamemnon-class battleship disguised as a cruiser?"

He was really shocked by this out-of-the-blue idea, but it didn't seem to be a problem. The anti-interference ability of the augury instrument at this distance was very weak. It would show up as a red dot on the star map at most, and it would even have an afterimage. Only veterans could judge the type of ship by its speed.

In other words, until it reached visual distance, no one would think that the red dot was a battleship traveling at cruise speed!

Chapter 80: Planning and Tzeentch

Both sides have been using old equipment for 10,000 years, but the most familiar enemy suddenly uses cutting-edge equipment... Ha, the Empire has a new look in her darkest moment? Ragnar thought he would find it ridiculous, but he didn't seem to think so in his heart. He actually fell into real silence for a while.

No one would have thought that this rough guy who laughed and scolded was actually the most delicate and thoughtful guy. Even Spier could not see through the thoughts behind the ostentatious smile. Only Ah Fa frowned slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

"Yes, just as Ragnar said. With the passing nebula and asteroid belt as cover, Chaos will not find out that these are two battleships until they are visible. And even if the cross-section is 28800 meters, it will take kilometers to reach the visual distance, which only takes ten minutes."

"To be precise, if the opponent does not move, Agamemnon will have to sail for 601.60 seconds to overlap with the opponent, Lord Admiral." This is Afa.

"...In short, this is a distance that cannot be escaped, even if the enemy knows that they are facing two battleships. Unless they can maintain their formation."

What Speyer said was even more of a joke. Chaos warbands and even large warbands mainly played the game of wind, forest, fire and mountain: retreat and advance, as fast as the wind. Outflanking, as slow as the forest. Looting money, attacking like fire. When friendly forces are in trouble, stand still like a mountain. Of course, when robbing the Empire's semi-finished cruiser, they all rushed to the front together, for fear of being a little slow.

Keep the formation? Dude, calling you brother doesn't mean we are really brothers. Can a good person mess up? Even if you mess up, can you still be a good person? The main point of robbing the empire's things is fairness - the black army backed by battleships must go first, and no one else is allowed to rob.

There was no need to think about the military formations or anything like that. When the chaos was raging like fire, even elementary school students couldn't form a team for morning exercises. A big thug led a group of spirited young men walking on the street, and that was about the effect.

Thinking about it this way, Abaddon's life was quite difficult and inspiring. He led a group of people out of the Eye of Terror and ran around everywhere. Tutu, a civilian street kid, went on twelve expeditions and was finally kicked out by the Empire.

(Even after the line was broken, these street urchins still did not fight with Abaddon on Terra, but instead shouted "Abaddon is awesome!" and continued to run around, just playing with civilians.)

As for the flanking fleets on both wings, it would take about half a day to reach the battlefield to support Speyer after the two sides engaged in battle? It can only be said that it was not them who surrounded Speyer, but His Excellency the Primarch of the Navy who surrounded all of them.

What Speyer had to consider was how to avoid destroying the entire fleet within half a day, thus making the plan to annihilate the enemy's main fleet fail. Since the battle time had to be delayed, boarding and counter-boarding were naturally indispensable.

This is an easy assignment. The White Archon and the Rebuker each bring a fleet, while the Wolf Regiment and the BA each bring a strike cruiser. Leaving the strike cruiser behind to guard the ship, the 340 Astartes can be divided into two battleships. As long as the distance is controlled, boarding other than lightning strikes is just a feast for defense.

Dying in a boarding boat, being hit by a large pipe with a point defense of 406 or more is definitely one of the ways an Astartes hates to die the most. As for lightning strikes? Teleportation can only be defended by a complete void shield, but how many Chaos Terminators can these guys take out to carry out a decapitation operation in an organized manner?

Ramming and torpedoes are indeed the magic weapon of the Imperial Navy, but if a commander only has these things in his mind, Speyer believes that he is doomed. Warships and officers and soldiers are the precious wealth of the Imperial Navy and the Emperor.

Every coin of the Emperor's currency should be spent where it is most needed, because wasting one's own command ability is a blasphemy to the Emperor. Sacrifice is not worthy of praise. What is truly worthy of praise is the courage and will of humans who know they will die but still face death for a greater victory.

These heretical ideas that run counter to the mainstream thinking of the Empire, Spyr never told anyone, oh, except the Emperor. But he did practice it. He didn't know how to describe his imagined behavior, but until he was powerful enough to incorporate this heretical idea into the textbooks of the Imperial Navy, he would only practice it silently alone.

"Everything is fine now. Then, I leave my life in the hands of Captain Tycho and Ragnar. We still have about six hours to make a final check." He clenched his fists and blocked out all distracting thoughts. "For victory, for the Emperor!"

There was no moon on the Marin District planet, but what was the difference between night and day? The burning ruins of the city and the ruins of unknown things were always quietly devouring the increasingly thin oxygen on the Marin District planet. Every second, hundreds of flares were fired from the positions of both sides.

It was a day like any other. There were no ships in orbit except the two old-fashioned intragalactic gunboats. The defenders still did not receive any help from the Astartes or other reinforcements. Everything seemed to be the same as usual. Until Yan slowly opened the gate of the void dock on the sun side of the back of the planet.

Before the gate closed, a short astropathic communication of only one byte broke through the interference at an extremely high speed, "1".

"The fish is hooked."

"The fish is hooked."

Two different voices rang out in two rooms at the same time. So who is the prey and who is the hunter?

When Salmin banned Chaos' unreasonable prophecy and personally killed Carlos, who could see the future, people finally didn't have to pile up on that huge chessboard as chess pieces, but could find anyone to start their own small chess game.

For the first time, tactics surpassed unreasonable sorcery, and everything was full of variables again. This was actually the greatest contribution that Salmin had made so far to the 13th Black Crusade and the future of the human empire.

But this is also the source of Tzeentch's blessing - from the time when Thalmin destroyed the Crystal Labyrinth and caused the predetermined future to change infinitely again, she was actually already a "Huki". The fundamental reason for Tzeentch's indulgence is that Thalmin is already his eternal god, but this child is just a little disobedient.

But it doesn't matter, He can wait. The so-called empire, the so-called human beings, are too short in the face of eternity. The wanderer will return home sooner or later, even if it takes a thousand years, ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand years, what difference does it make to Him?

He laughed at Khorne for being too impatient, wanting to get everything he wanted as soon as possible, the angels were like this, Dorne was like this, and after ten thousand years, Huki was also like this. How many thousand years can that guy sitting on the golden throne last? When all humans turned into nutrients, Huki could only choose to return home.

Chapter 81: First Battle

The void is always cold, and even the light of the stars is only like a beacon in the darkness. Since the Milky Way is an ocean, even two battleships as majestic as moving steel mountains are just a tiny drop in the ocean on this scale. No, much smaller than this.

Humans’ understanding of “big” is far less than their understanding of “small”. The shocking fact about the size of the universe is that it is an infinitely expanding existence that can be estimated. The size of the observable universe alone cannot be described in words. Even the shrunken Milky Way has about 100 billion stars.

"Lord Speyer?"

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just lamenting the size of the void." Speyer stamped the carpet under his feet. "The battleship is one of the most majestic creations of mankind, but even if this mountain is sailing at the fastest speed, trying to find its specific location in this small star field is no less than trying to find a person in an army."

"Our plan has been successful because of this." The tall figure in a white robe handed over a tablet. "We are traveling along the 'safe' passage that the traitors deliberately left behind. Four hours ago, almost all of the traitors came out, trying to block us along the route they specially reserved."

"Is there an estimated time?"

"Based on the time they left the port and the distance they traveled, it will take about two to five Terra hours for them to be within visual range."

"The false emperor's lackeys will appear before us within three hours, like pigs walking into a trap. Lord, please calm down for a while."

The figure called the Lord violently swung the thick chain wrapped around his wrist, and his armored fist held a roaring chain saw axe. His armor was a creepy blood red, and every greave, arm armor and shoulder armor was pierced with a skull with bared teeth. The protruding horn on the helmet was more like a steel spike that melted the top of the helmet than a mutation on the skull.

"Don't you know why I'm angry? The great Blood God needs a bloody war, not a damned massacre. I don't want those two ships, I want an enemy, a powerful enemy that can crush us!"

The wizard flinched, dodging the spray of acid from his mutated respirator. He had said the Blood God was no good, ever since his Chapter Master went completely insane during the Atonement Crusade.

The once wise and powerful warrior has become a madman who can only swing a battle axe. I rely on my own efforts to control the power of the warp, and everything comes from my heart. Alas, Blood God. Saint Tzeentch, I will say that there is a good side to the warp.

"The great true god will definitely give you a strong enough enemy. Besides, if the distribution is not even, the small warbands will definitely fight each other. The blood god does not care whose blood is shed." But he could only say this to appease the irritable lord. Oh, can't this damn time pass faster?

"The Imperial battleship changed direction, we are exposed!"

The lord looked at the auspicious screen facing the captain's throne. The red dot that was speeding was slowing down and changing direction, but it was too late to run now. It was a good opportunity to increase the speed during this period of time, so that he could smash an unlucky frigate and satisfy his desire. "All fleets, follow me! Kill the false emperor and burn the galaxy!"

"Slowing down and cutting out now can not only seize the T end, but also force the Chaos Fleet, which is about to run away with the duck in its mouth, to speed up and voluntarily give up the first attack advantage brought by the concealed ambush. At the same time, once the battleship speeds up, you want to turn around quickly? Are you kidding me?"

Although the lightest frigates were not as fast as battleships in cruising, the low-mass ones had an advantage in terms of short-term acceleration. In just the 50th minute of the battle, several frigates entered the observable range. But observability was not achieved overnight. It took time for a warship to transform from a blurry dot into a grain of rice.

Relying on its superior fire control, the most stable bombardment turret and two macro gun turrets on the Agamemnon's spine began firing at 30000 kilometers. For the Imperial Navy, which prefers to engage in boarding battles within 9000 kilometers, this is already a significant improvement.

The semi-automatic shell hoist slowly rotated under the chant of the mechanical priest, pushing the Titan-sized macro cannon shell into the breech block. Unfortunately, even the most powerful empire could not perform a fully manual operation on the main gun of a battleship.

"Test firing three, bombard the turret and fire." As Speyer waved his arm heavily, the dual insurance of communication and lighting accurately delivered the order to the other warship. At the same time, the intentionally slightly delayed command was also sent to the gunner through the fire control system of the Thinker array.

It is an extremely rare opportunity to watch the shooting of battleships at close range. Only the top races in the galaxy are qualified to forge these ships. Like crawling mountains of steel, these ships will only appear on the most tragic battlefields, like here.

Friends, have you ever seen a Titan? Every step of the God Machine can destroy a company's armored forces in the most impactful way - no harder than compacting a piece of snow. And what if every shell fired by the battleship's macro cannon is no smaller than the tallest of these giants?

What a sense of oppression this is, a barrel with a diameter of 75 meters! First, there is vibration, that is her inhalation before roaring. Then there is weightlessness, that is the feeling of emptying the medium in the gun chamber. Finally, there is fire! There is no combustion in the usual sense in space, but this is not a cannon flame, but the result of heating tons of coolant to plasma state in one breath and discharging it to dissipate heat!

Abandoning the working fluid was the only way to withstand such residual power, but what was hotter than the flames was the macro cannon that had already been fired. You didn't see it, which was normal. Even the Astartes and even the Primarch could not capture the moment it was fired.

The moment your eyes caught its sight, it had already traveled tens of thousands of miles and hit the real yet illusory existence - the Void Shield - at a position that was extremely close to it.

It was the strongest defense in the entire Warhammer universe, but what did it matter? Being able to slightly slow down the speed of the macro cannon was the limit of this fragile barrier. It was no more difficult than poking through a piece of paper. The barrier collapsed instantly when it hit! Then there was the armor, the structure, the keel, everything on the other side...

The rotating high-temperature projectile simply penetrated and shattered the entire frigate, twisting and exploding from the inside. The broken fragments even overloaded the void shield of another frigate less than a hundred kilometers away, leaving only a devastated hull. The frigate that was hit disappeared.

"First round hit! Two shots, one hit, destroying a frigate!"

Chapter 82: The Escort Fleet is Destroyed

In the first round of test firing, one of the two hits was achieved, sinking an enemy frigate!

This was no longer a question that could be explained by artillery. What kind of luck was this? Was it an accident, or destiny? The navy officers and soldiers did not want to know the answer to the question of principle. They believed more in the miracle they had seen with their own eyes - their commander, Saint Spyr, who stood with them, was indeed being watched by the Emperor of God!

The solemn war hymn was played in the state church chapel in the battleship, and spread to every corner of the battleship through the loudspeakers. The fanatics and priests, infected by the atmosphere and miracles, also howled the hymns at the top of their lungs. Although it was a bit indecent, there was no doubt that the morale of the officers and soldiers of the bait fleet reached its peak at the beginning of the battle.

The importance of morale to an army is obvious to all. But in the Warhammer universe, it is even better. The mind is stronger than matter, and transcendence is real in this idealistic world. Although the latter may not be achieved, with high morale and firm belief, mortals can also defeat those seemingly impossible enemies after paying enough sacrifices!

The Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, the Mechanicus, the countless sacrifices of these mortals are the real cornerstones for the Empire to stand tall in this dark universe. And now, it is time for Spyr to lead them to victory.

The morale of the troops is available, but it is not the right time yet. Speyer made a quick judgment, "The turrets on the ridge of the ship can fire freely, mainly to suppress the movement of the enemy escort fleet."

At this time, if the direction of Speyer's voyage is due south, the Chaos Fleet's approximate heading is 26 degrees north by west. This means that the Chaos Fleet has only two choices - speed up and cut inward, sell its head and resist damage, and use its numerical advantage to insert itself behind Speyer's troop to occupy the T head, forcing Speyer to change course.

The second option is to change direction slightly and sail due north. Both sides will use broadside fire to fight the enemy. After one round of fighting, no one can catch up with the other. If Speyer were to choose, he would definitely choose the first option. However, the problem is that the commander of the Chaos Fleet will make the choice. The only thing Speyer can do is to mislead the enemy as much as possible and let him make the decision that is most beneficial to him.

In order to lure the enemy deeper, it is necessary to drive them away slightly. However, another requirement of "hesitating to say something but not saying it" is to hide it half-heartedly. If the rich man who wants to be hooked finds out about the two gun-wielding strong men who are in love with him online early, how can he get gold coins? At an angle of 26 degrees, at this speed, the two sides will be close to each other in 6.8 minutes, and you can't just slow down the opponent's speed.

"Activate the deceleration rockets and reduce the speed. Sage and Techmarine release the garbage code to suppress enemy communications and disrupt the auspicious instrument."

Although the electronic warfare in 40k is relatively crude, the threshold is much higher. Without a high-level mechanical priest, you are not qualified to enter. As for the electronic demons? They are just useless codes blessed by chaos. They are good for sneak attacks and corruption, but they cannot defeat the killing codes of the Black Company Mechanicus head-on.

Thanks to the extremely uneven education level of Warhammer, electronic warfare, one of the representatives of asymmetric warfare, can often achieve unexpected results, just like now, "What, you said that the enemy escort fleet's communication channel has been completely seized? Oh, the enemy's system framework is directly the original Empire, but with an added layer of electronic demon defense, the rest is all up to the Fallen Machine Soul to resist."

That's fine. Besides, given the level of non-automation of the Empire or Chaos fleet, there is actually no difference between completely hijacking the battleship's operating system and just seizing the communication channel.

But in short, "Well done! I don't want any information that is harmful to our plan to be passed to the guy on the other side." Speyer did not give more detailed instructions. He only needed to say 'what to do' instead of 'how to do it'. Micro-management in unfamiliar areas is always a taboo.

When the time came to twelve minutes, another spark suddenly exploded from the void. The Chaos escort fleet had changed from the initial excited charge to fleeing - this was a trap! They came to plunder. When the projections of the two battleships on the optical sensor gradually solidified as the church's heat sink gradually heated up and the distance approached, the collapse began.

However, the collapse of the Chaos escort fleet was the beginning of the massacre. The fierce direct attack of the broadside macro cannons that had never fired before shattered their last dignity at a distance of 13000 kilometers. The barrage of bullets fired by the Agamemnon-class battleships, which had torn their skins and exposed their fangs, sank five ships and damaged three escort ships in just two rounds of salvos.

Dancing on the high seas can't hit you, so how can you not hit the enemy when you turn in front of them? The sudden burst of broadside fire taught them a lesson. The only difference from Wowoshi is that any destroyer that dares to jump into the face of a battleship will be severely punished. Passing through does not mean no damage, but the main structure is sublimated. If you touch it, you will be injured, and if you touch it, you will die!

The Chaos Escort Fleet, which originally consisted of less than three squadrons, was reduced to only six ships in an instant, five of which were still on fire. And the message they conveyed was still "Our troops are unimpeded, unimpeded."

At this time, the main force of the Chaos Fleet had already approached the warning distance of 50000 kilometers, and the interference effect of the waste code began to decrease. Moreover, half of the green dots on the auspicious instrument suddenly went out, and even a fool should have realized that something was wrong. What he had to do was to increase the sunk cost as much as possible, so that they would not cry until they saw the coffin.

At the same time, he had to keep the main engagement distance between the two sides at about 30000 kilometers. If it was closer, no matter if it was a desperate collision or a suicidal boarding attempt, it would make him lose face. "Full left rudder (45), forward four, maximum speed!"

Two rounds, just enough to fire two salvos before leaving the best range of the broadside. Imperial artillery has always been 30% dependent on the gunner and 70% dependent on the Emperor. Whether the escort fleet can be annihilated in one fell swoop depends entirely on whether the Emperor favors him. Otherwise, after entering the range, he will be forced to turn around to avoid the last torpedo before the escort ship sinks.

In the first round, the macro cannons roared and exploded. The two escort ships with slightly larger fires, which were not very flexible in turning to avoid being hit directly. The void shield was instantly overloaded, and the hull exploded into a ball of sparks!

The flames lit up the starry sky, but they could not dispel the panic in the hearts of the traitors. Even the Chaos Astartes would not dream of using a frigate to fight against a battleship. The characteristic of naval warfare is its grandeur. Every individual will operate as a gear in the battleship. It is almost impossible to reverse the outcome of a naval battle through personal strength.

It's not that no one thought of fighting in front of the battleship, but the collective consciousness of the mob would always be to flee. The gunners fired shell after shell in vain in fear, and no one cared whether they were aiming or not. With their wills corrupted by the evil power of chaos, they were just venting their fear.

Their fantasies of wanton looting and massacre were shattered one by one in the face of cruel reality. Now they only seek a way to survive, but everything is in vain.

Even before the second salvo began, another frigate made a mistake in its positioning. Its course, severely deformed by fear, was the expressway to death. The rapid fire of the macro cannon turret tore it into pieces without mercy.

Chapter 83: Decisive Garbage Time

The fastest escort fleet, which served as the vanguard force, thus stepped into death and the end. The Ultimate Great Sea Monkey, which did not even fire a single torpedo and did not open its vision at all, almost determined its defeat.

Soon, the last round of salvos almost brushed the edge of the maximum range and crossed a large area of ​​the starry sea. The dense macro cannons almost covered their last maneuvering space, and three groups of fireworks flashing with different colors were the last proof of their existence in the world.

The starry sky has returned to silence again, but this also means the hustle and bustle on the other side. Someone is about to break through the defense and drop a little pearl

Along with the ridiculous and completely sarcastic voice of "My troops have a smooth passage, my troops have a smooth passage!", the last green light spot dimmed.

"My unit—" The furious slash directly split the chattering machine in front of the blood-red giant, and the messy cables and gears exploded in the flames. The coolant with suspicious raw materials and half of the bloated brain as wet parts also splashed on the ground. But how could this little coolant extinguish the anger of the Chaos War Lord!

"This is a trap. The damned lackeys of the false emperor only know how to do such despicable and mean tricks!" He did not consider the thoughts of the former priest who believed in T and is now the second in command of the wizard's war gang. "In the name of the most powerful blood god, I will chop and cut off these cheap beasts who only know how to play tricks!"

The wizard frowned. This was clearly a situation of conspiracy. Temporary retreat was the best solution. In just half a Terra hour, two and a half escort fleets were destroyed silently. You call these two cruisers under outfitting? I'm afraid they were not two fleets, right?

But the lord has sworn an oath in the name of the Blood God. The oath of a Chaos believer cannot be broken easily like that of a Paladin for 1000g. The Four Gods, who are essentially the most extreme in emotions, do not have such a good temper. The believers are nothing more than their toys. Those who dare to break the oath will only tremble and pray for relief under the most tragic punishment in the end.

If only they had stopped the Chapter Master before the initial charge, just like then - when was it? He had forgotten a little, but since it was something he had forgotten, it must have been something unimportant. The most important thing now was that they had no way to retreat until the Overlord boarded the flagship of the False Emperor's lackey fleet and tore off the head of the opposing commander.

Only war. He swallowed all the prepared words and rhetoric, and just bowed slightly to the war lord, "Your will, lord." Then, he found a new ship-borne communication platform that had not been broken, "All fleets, full left rudder (35), maximum speed to meet them!"

"Your Excellency Lord Admiral Speyer, the enemy fleet has begun to turn, 48 degrees north by west, and is expected to enter the 30000-kilometer range in twenty-seven minutes. It is predicted that both sides will be at a salvo angle when they make contact."

Are we all fighting at the same angle? Speyer chuckled. That's fair, but fairness is a luxury in war. Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of competing with me? The party that actively seeks a fight is inherently at a disadvantage. Since you don't know that I'm the one who actively seeks a fight, you have to suffer the loss after taking the bait.

"Ring straight, then right ten." No hurry, just play with him. When the Chaos Fleet did not choose to escape, they had already lost, but they were not dead yet. First expand the angle, occupy a favorable salvo angle, and force the opponent to turn the rudder as well.

My boat is faster than yours, my steering is better than yours, and I am in the driver's seat. Of course, I can swerve you however I want. Either you change your formation with me and fight for the volley angle, or you just watch me take the T-head position and get hit while charging.

But the best strategy is not suitable for everyone. If two high-speed battleships of the same level want to circle each other, they can do it. But if you want to control dozens of battleships of different models, different rudder effects, and even different speeds from multiple vertical formations to form a single vertical formation to circle me?

It can only be said that the difference in strength between the commanders was reflected in this kind of pre-war garbage time. In the Battle of Juland, the two sides carried out five large-scale complex maneuvers in a row within three or four hours, and seized the T head twice. The excellent command qualities of both sides can be said to be fully reflected.

If Scheer of the German High Seas Fleet had been replaced by Togo Heihachiro, who made an abstract U-turn in front of the enemy, the German High Seas Fleet might not have waited until after the war to sink itself. On the day of the Battle of Juland, it would have been beaten into a fool by the British who had a huge advantage, and its homeland would have been directly bombed, forcing it to surrender ahead of schedule.

Spyle was waiting, or rather expecting the Chaos Fleet to choose the so-called best strategy and confront him head-on. "Will he be a qualified opponent who is not very rational, or an angry maniac who knows himself, or the best, an arrogant waste? I am looking forward to it."

Speyer crossed his hands in front of his face. The dim candlelight under the blackout cast a gloomy hue on him. The fine moving red dots on the large screen in front of him would reveal to him in a few minutes what level of opponent he was.