Imperial Overlord

Lütjens stood on the side of the aircraft carrier Zeppelin, feeling the sea breeze of the Black Sea, passing over his face.

The stars above his head are still shining, and there is no expression on his calm face: a war is about to start, but his heart is really very calm, as calm as the appearance on his face.

This time, he came with the blessing of the head of state, so everything in front of him was just routine work in his opinion.

With the support of the Führer, he won the most unlikely naval battle. It was he who brought the Great German Navy to where it is today.

So he has no fear, because in his eyes, victory is always in the hands of the Führer.

"Victory... the head of state..." When he recited this sentence in his mouth, his fleet could easily win its own victory, without exception!

"Sir! The 1st Destroyer Fleet sent a signal, everything is normal!" An officer came over, stood at attention and saluted, and reported the news that had just arrived while hunting the sea breeze.

"I see!" Lütjens put his hands behind his back, nodded and said, "According to plan B! Change the fleet formation! Pay attention to air and underwater alerts!"

He had no intention of guarding against the Soviet Black Sea Fleet at all, because there was only one Soviet battleship on the entire Black Sea.

The battleship was built during the First World War and could not have posed any threat to his fleet at all.

Even the French fleet at the rear has a super cutting-edge battleship like the Richelieu, equipped with 8 main guns of 381 mm caliber, and it is so good to kill the Soviet battleship.

Similarly, the Italian Navy's battleship fleet, which is the vanguard, has as many as five battleships. One ship fired a salvo, and it is estimated that the Soviet battleships were sunk.

"Received a call from the Air Force! They have already started to prepare to carry out the purge plan." Another liaison officer from the Air Force came over and reported the latest situation with his chin raised.

Lütjens realized that it was out of place to stand here in a daze. He looked at the two officers in front of him and pointed to the bridge in the distance: "Go back and talk! We're going to enter the first-level combat readiness state too!"

"The fleet has entered a state of first-level combat readiness! The anti-submarine sonar of the inner-circle destroyer is turned on!" With one order after another, the directional light signals in the fleet came one after another.

There is a blackout, so the entire fleet is turned off. But this does not mean that there are no lights at all. In fact, in order to prevent ships from colliding at night, there are still faint lights as identification signs.

However, the anti-submarine destroyers scattered around the periphery are indeed in a state of lights out. They are cruising in the periphery and have a relatively large space for movement, so they are relatively safe.

"Notify the transport fleet behind us, as well as the supply fleet... Leave the fleet at dawn tomorrow and head to Odessa!" Lütjens had just returned to the bridge and issued a series of combat orders.

This time, the German fleet not only has combat ships, but also hundreds of transport ships as follow-up support ships.

A large part of them are transport ships that were refitted in Germany before, using containers as a means of transportation.

Therefore, the large-scale fleet in front of them even exceeds two hundred ships, and the scale is really unprecedented.

"The transport ship will leave our fleet at 2 am, and our overall speed can be increased to more than 20 knots!" Lütjens's adjutant replied.

"Hopefully, General Lindemann can successfully complete the mission..." Looking at the dark night, Lütjens said softly.

...

Just as Lütjens arranged for the German fleet to approach Sevastopol, the Soviet Black Sea Fleet had also entered emergency operation mode.

Dozens of warships of the Black Sea Fleet originally stationed in the port of Sevastopol are urgently lifting anchor and preparing to evacuate to the Sea of ​​Azov.

Earlier, they were stationed here, mainly to threaten the security of the German transport line, so that the German army did not dare to use the port of Odessa easily.

Now that the German fleet has entered the Black Sea, their role in threatening the German transport line has disappeared, and they can only wait to die if they stay in place.

It is impossible to defend the port, even if the entire army is wiped out. Germany has more than ten battleships, no matter what they do, the Black Sea Fleet will be annihilated by the German army in the first time.

Instead of wasting this fleet and letting them be annihilated here, it is better to retreat into the Sea of ​​Azov, at least to survive for a while!

You must know that the Axis fleet has no port here that can carry so many battleships. After a period of time, this fleet will inevitably leave due to logistical supply problems.

At that time, the fleet will be opened again, so the Soviet Navy wisely chose a humiliating strategy: escape.

I have to say that sometimes it is not easy to be able to recognize the situation and make a correct judgment, even if it is a humiliating judgment.

The Soviet navy did it, and they mobilized all the ships they could, ready to flee to the Sea of ​​Azov.

"It's a good choice to let the fleet retreat... But the port can't retreat, and the fortress can't be moved. We have to hold on to the rest." Hearing that the naval fleet left in the middle of the night, Zhukov put down a big stone in his heart.

The problem now is ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Without the support of the navy, facing the huge Axis fleet, the army can only rely on its own coastal defense artillery to defend their fortresses.

"For us, this is actually not good news." Vatutin smiled bitterly: "You don't have to go there, and I don't have to."

"Yeah! Originally the Kerch Peninsula looked safe, but now it doesn't seem to be the case." Zhukov followed with a wry smile.

They all felt that the Kerch Peninsula could hold on for a period of time, but at this time the German fleet arrived, but it made them realize that in the face of the superior navy and air force, the Kerch Peninsula may not be said to be impregnable.

"Wait for dawn... We can take off the reconnaissance plane and find out the specific location of the German navy!" Vatutin thought about the remaining relatively safe solutions, and comforted Zhukov.

"Yes!" Zhukov nodded. As an army general, his response to the navy is indeed limited: "We can only wait for dawn now!"

While Lütjens was waiting for the dawn, Zhukov, Vatutin and others were also waiting for the dawn. This day on the Black Sea is destined not to be calm.