"Sher, are you looking for me?" Major General Bainke pushed open the door to the conference room of the Battleship Bavaria. At this time, there were only him and Reinhardt Schell in a huge conference room. The overly empty environment and Schell's serious expression made Bainke feel a little uncomfortable.

"Look at the call from the Admiralty." After Scheer said that, he sent a split telegram to Bainke.

"Isn't this for you?" Bainke muttered, but he still honestly opened the letter.

"This is a bit of a play." After reading the telegram, Bainke was a little unbelievable. "I admit that the prince fought very beautifully on the Eastern and Western fronts. I also admit that the warship he designed for us was very good. It is the honor of a naval general to have a battleship like the USS Bavaria. But it is ridiculous to have an army general to command the high seas fleet?" Major General Bainke said.

"Prince Ruprecht has the rank of Imperial Admiral." Scher's answer was very calm.

"His Majesty the Emperor and the Royal Navy's Grand Marshal's Dress." Bainke threw the telegram aside.

"He has fought naval battles and won, and he won very beautifully. The battle against the French was also planned by him," said Schell.

"But he has not received a systematic naval education after all," Bainke said.

"Are you talking about Naval University's diploma?" Schell raised his head and stared at the other party, making Bainke a little shy.

"That's right." The Rear Admiral said with little confidence.

"Do you dare to talk to Hippel like this? He doesn't have a diploma from the Navy, but he is the most outstanding person in the Imperial Navy. Don't you deny it? Your words just now are enough to make him duel with you." Schell said half-seriously and half-jokingly.

"You won't agree to let this Bavarian prince come and command us?" Bainke said in disbelief at Scher in front of him. "And His Majesty the Emperor can't hand over the command just because you or some people agree, right? This is a bit incredible, right?"

"I don't know His Majesty's attitude, but I think it's okay to work with this prince. The navy needs an attitude, a spirit, and we must dare to challenge our opponents. Only in this way can the Imperial Navy become truly powerful and not fight a war with the former maritime power that will go down in history. The Imperial Navy cannot rise at all. We lack a spirit and a courage. Especially in this war that determines the fate of the country, we cannot exist as bystanders. We must participate. Even if some of us will die, it is still much better than sitting in a harbor!" Scher said in a strange tone.

"Do you think His Highness the Prince is a radical?" said Bainke.

"At least he is better than the current fleet commander, do you know, I wake up every morning and tell myself that I now have the most powerful warship in the world. I need a battle zone to change me, my fleet and my country's destiny, but the people above us are always stopping us. We want to break the British's behavior of damaging children (breaking the blockade). But there is no way to do it. Maybe we will fail, but we must at least try."

"So I agree to work with the prince. I agree to give him a chance, a chance to command the high seas fleet, and also a chance to ourselves!" After saying that, Schell stopped looking at Major General Bainke and began to write back calls. More than ten minutes later, at the end of the letter, Major General Bainke, who had hesitated for a long time, also wrote his name.

Almost at the same time, Earl Spee, who was far away in Istanbul, also received this telegram. Unlike Scher, who was eager to fight with the British fleet to break the naval dilemma, Earl Spee made a strategic analysis: "From the present, the most outstanding operation of the Imperial Navy after the war was the operation of the two fast battleships led by General Su Xiong on the Indian Ocean. This operation has proved Prince Ruprecht's attainment in the naval issue. I think it is better to command the prince's high seas fleet to launch a limited offensive in the North Sea than to keep the fleet in the port."

"If the British really transfer their most powerful battleship squad to the Indian Ocean, then relying on the asymmetry of the fast battleship, we can indeed make a difference during this period, and if we can attack the blockade line at the same time, it will be better! This plan is a very genius plan and a very feasible plan." In the telegram, Earl Spee wrote.

The last telegram and the prince's reminder were sent to Fao. Fortunately, Su Xiong and Radell did not leave with the fleet at this time. At this time, the two most powerful warships in the German high seas fleet were undergoing final installation preparations. When Su Xiong received this telegram, his first reaction was to immediately increase the reserves of fuel and various materials! At the same time, he removed all the things on the warship and the battles that he didn't want to care about!

"Do you know, I have been thinking lately about who the British might send to deal with us. We have caused tens of thousands of casualties to the British. Since the founding of the Royal Navy, they have suffered such heavy failures too few times. After Napoleon, the British have never failed at sea. They will not let us go."

"I have been thinking about who the enemy I will face in the future, how they will deal with us, how we should defend ourselves, but now, I finally got some information!" Su Xiong said with telegram Yang Yang. "And I have also found the key point for us to avoid this disaster!"

"What does it mean?" Redel's heart moved and realized the seriousness of the matter.

"First of all, the only one who came was the Queen Elizabeth-class fast battleship, and only their arrival was the most threatening to us! Evan Thomas' fleet was more threatening than Betty's Lion and Tiger Princess!" Su Xiong said.

"But the speed of Queen Elizabeth-class battleships is not enough to catch up with us. We won't fight them, and it will be difficult for them to keep ours as long as we want to leave," said Redell.

"If it's a racing race, we are not afraid of Thomas. But don't forget that we fought with the British in the inland sea of ​​the British Empire. When they arrived in the Indian Ocean, they could supply and maintain them anywhere in Mumbai and Kolkata. Now the only port of the ally that can better maintain these two battleships is Bafao! In this battle of endurance and logistics, we will lose, and we will lose very badly! They are like wild wolves following the deer, dragging us to death after a long chase and eating!"

"Our enemy is not just Thomas' fleet. Mechanical strain, personnel fatigue, and fuel consumption will all be our deadly enemies. In this case, the British do not have to overwhelm us at the highest theoretical speed at all." Major General Su Xiong said.

"So, from this alone, do you think His Highness the Prince is more suitable to command the high seas fleet? Are you going to support him?" Redell naturally knew the Admiralty's telegram. He said in disbelief.

"At this time, we don't support those who can still think of you and provide you with valuable advice. Who else do we support?" Su Xiong asked back.
Chapter completed!