"No! We can't retreat!" The captain recovered from the dizziness, wiped blood all over his face, and said gritting his teeth, "Our carrier-based aircraft group has not arrived yet. At this time, every few warships in the fleet will be more dangerous!"

"But, the water intake is very serious. Due to the hull's tilt left, the main guns of the entire ship can no longer point to the target horizontally. Staying here is no different from killing death!" the adjutant said anxiously.

The captain sat back in the command position, thought for a while, and made up his mind: "You go down and arrange for the soldiers to open the sea valve on the right side of the hull, so that water will also enter the right side, and adjust the hull back to level!"

The adjutant was surprised to hear this, and he knew very well the consequences of doing so.

According to what the captain said, opening the right-side sea valve to pour the same amount of water into the right side can indeed transfer the warship with severe left-sided back to the level, but this will also make the warship with severe speed reduction due to water inflow worsens. In such a fierce battle situation, there is no need to say much about the consequences of severe decrease in mobility.

In other words, the captain's order will restore the Lun-class heavy cruiser to combat effectiveness, but will also make them have no hope of rebirth.

"Captain..." the adjutant said with his trembling lips.

"Execute the order!" the captain ordered seriously.

"Yes!" The adjutant saluted, agreed with tears in his eyes, then turned around and left the bridge, and walked towards the cabin where Tonghai Valve was without looking back.

A few minutes later, with water inflow on the right, the huge Lun-class heavy cruiser gradually changed from left to normal level, but finally recovered to 22 knots and now has dropped back to 15 knots.

"Targeted British heavy cruiser Exeter, open fire freely!"

After the warship adjusted back to level, 12 203mm cannons that had been silent for a while began to spray the flames of revenge on the British fleet again.

While the heavy cruiser was fighting tenaciously with serious injuries, the British fleet also noticed it, and turned other heavy cruisers whose muzzles were never injured or were only slightly injured to the warship with severe water inlets.

Unfortunately, the goddess of luck stood on the side of Germany this time. No shells fired from the British battleship formation, and even fewer spans were shot. The shells from the British heavy patrol that were closer always hit some irrelevant places, and they were unable to sink the seriously injured German heavy patrol.

Charles stood by the porthole of the battleship Nelson with a telescope, frowned and watched his shells landing one after another before moving German heavy patrol, constantly splashing the cold sea water on the heavy patrol.

"What are we doing? Are our warships bathing the German heavy patrol?" Charles put down his telescope and mocked the adjutant beside him, "Or are the soldiers planning to use sea water to cold that heavy patrol to death?"

After hearing Charles' ridicule, the adjutant began to panic.

Charles is an old nobleman, and the most important thing about his gentlemanly demeanor is his gentle tone. Even if he teaches a lesson, he still has a gentle tone and never scolds him. Therefore, the ability to make such a gentleman unable to help but speak mockery is enough to show how angry he is now.

"Master, I think our soldiers have done their best." The adjutant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I should be God's arrangement. After all, there are so many ships that can't be sunk even if they gather fire. It's too weird..."

"Oh." Charles thought for a while and sighed, "We have been entangled with their heavy cruiser formation for too long! Man, it's too long! We must change our plans and immediately withdraw and go to find the main German fleet to fight!"

"I understand!" the adjutant nodded, "It just so happened that the second attack wave of the Furious and the Royal Ark was about to arrive. When this wave of attacks is over, we will retreat."

After Charles decided to withdraw from the entanglement of the German heavy patrol formation, the second wave of attack from the British aircraft carrier arrived at the battlefield.

The fleet of aircraft in this wave is not as large as the first wave, with only 28 aircraft. After all, the total number of aircraft carriers of the Furious and Ark Royal was only 98. After the first wave, there were not many aircraft left.

These 28 carrier-based aircraft obviously cannot find attack targets as freely as the first wave, because their number is too small. Faced with the powerful air defense capabilities of the German heavy patrol, they can only concentrate and pick the weakest to start.

After the fleet turned around in the air, it turned its attention to the poor Lun-class heavy cruiser.

There is no way, three-quarters of the plane in the previous wave were killed, and it is reasonable for them to attack the elderly, weak, sick and disabled in the second wave.

After determining the target of the attack, the fleet hovered in the air for a while, then rushed towards the poor heavy patrol from all directions, like a group of vultures staring at the dying prey.

"Earl Spee! The British plane is heading towards Earl Spee!" "It's over! God can't save Earl Spee this time!" The sailors on other heavy cruisers looked at the fleet in the sky and rushed towards the seriously injured Earl Spee, and said sadly.

"Lancedsdorf! I order you to abandon the ship immediately!" Bastian looked at the "vulture" in the sky, and took the radio microphone to order Longsdorf, the captain of the heavy cruiser of Earl Spey.

"No! Mr. Commander, please forgive me for not being able to execute your order." Longsdorf's tough and determined voice came from the radio. "We will be able to sink the Exeter soon, and it is too late to evacuate now."

"Retreat! Longsdorf, retreat for me!" Bastian shouted regardless of his image, "So what if the shit Exeter let it go? Your life is much more precious than them!"

"Sorry, General Bastian." Longsdorf was firm, "It is the dream of every German sailor to accompany the warships to the last journey! Of course, if possible, I would like to ask the surrounding warships to provide us with air defense fire cover and help us get the time to sink the Exeter with a click."

Bastian was silent after hearing this, but the situation was critical and he couldn't think too much, so he had to agree: "Okay, Colonel Longsdorf, the warships around you will approach you to give you air defense fire support."

"Thank you, sir." Longsdorf smiled, then yelled with all his strength, "My glory is loyal!"

"The warships near the Earl Spey immediately approached the Earl Spey, provided them with air defense fire support, and prepared to rescue the fallen sailors!"
Chapter completed!