"You can do this, but you can't say it out. If I can severely damage Betty's fleet, then even if a battle patrol loses, it will be tolerated." The prince was not worried about the three invincible class battle patrols of the large fleet. The first British battle patrol chased Markenson? What are you thinking? Seedlitz in this plane can also run at a speed of more than 27 knots!

"Did you agree?" Hippel's eyes shone.

"I'll do it again." The prince needs to think about it again. Losing a battle patrol is actually not a big deal for the high seas fleet, but after all, it is worth more than 2 million pounds and there are more than 1,000 people on it. You can't just forget it.

The fleet operates at night and is hidden deep in the sea during the day. If Hippel's attack succeeds, the British 10th cruiser team will be greatly weakened, so the British auxiliary cruiser will be re-concentrated on the blockade line and will not cruise in the Norwegian Sea. Therefore, the probability of being discovered during the day is not high, let alone camouflage. (Look at the British merchant ship disguised as bold, there is no need to doubt the counterfeiting technology at that time!)

The hunting at night is a sneak attack nature, with the advantages of electronic interference and sneak attack. It is unlikely that the British camouflage cruiser will have the opportunity to send intelligence. Even if there is a problem, the Cedritz can still rely on super high speed to return. Even if the lion and tiger are not sunk by the prince, they will probably have to destroy the port to repair it. At this time, I want to count on the lion and tiger to hunt Cedritz, who is stronger than the history of Markenson? Isn't this funny?

If an abnormal situation occurs, Seidritz can run back with a speed of more than 25 knots. The daytime fleet can stop Seidritz. This prince believes that if it is at night? Then hehe. There was such a thing in the Battle of Jutland in history. During the daytime battle, the Nassau battleship and a light cruiser fell behind. Then even Schell believed that the ending of the Nassau was to be fired by the large fleet and then killed by torpedoes. What Schell did not expect was that this guy actually went home before the main force of the High Seas Fleet. When Schell was still playing hide-and-seek with the British, he had already returned to his doorstep...

Think about it, if Betty's new style battle tour is not unexpected, it would probably be crippled. The old style battle tour is insufficient and cannot catch up. More importantly, the British would not expect the Germans to do this, and the Germans were well prepared. History has proved that if the British were not prepared and they were well prepared, it would be okay to walk from the English Channel... (Please do Baidu Thunder-Thurbruce by yourself.) So in the end the prince decided to acquiesce Hippel's plan.

"If I can severely damage Betty's fleet, I will send you a telegram, and then you can follow your plan!" the prince said at last.

"Thank you very much for your support." Hippel was stunned at first and then said with some gratitude. Although he was the commander of the squadron, he had no right to change the plan formulated in advance. If he wanted to make the Seedritz reasonable at the legal level, then only the prince would give this order in person. Moreover, Germany is an empire after all, even if something happened, Ruprecht's resistance and Hippel's resistance were not two different concepts... On the former, at most the German emperor would say a few words. If it was the latter, it would be impossible to say. So, at least from Hippel's perspective, the prince still helped him and his colleagues take the blame.

"You're welcome. Compared to me, you're taking the future, while Lieutenant Colonel Eidman takes his life. Please tell me if he can complete the mission and come back safely, I will persuade the German Emperor to give him the praise he deserves, and it's not impossible to become a general." The prince said.

Now Edman is a lieutenant colonel. If he plays well, it seems that the problem is not that big. Especially when the empire needs such a lone hero, the prince thought to himself.

After all the persuasion, he finally solved Hippel's problem. The latter left with confidence. Then, the prince looked at the sky outside. It seemed that he had not eaten dinner today. He looked at the watch again. I went, it was 8:30, evening! Seeing General Sher waiting outside the door, the prince remembered again, as if he was going to have dinner with the generals of the First Battleship Detachment of Sher?

"Eat some casually." Looking at Scher who was waiting, Ruprecht was also a little embarrassed. After all, it seemed a bit unpleasant to let the two squadron commanders and six captains wait for him alone.

"I didn't expect that in the distant port of Kiel, I could even eat canned sausages produced in Bavaria." The dinner was not rich. The prince decided to have dinner with the fleet commander and it was a temporary idea. The inadequate preparation was also understandable. As the saying goes, follow the customs, and eat whatever they prepare. Of course, when Scher visited the submarine force, he faced the steak with an oily smell. Scher also ate it all in one breath, and then wrote a report after he went back, hoping to improve the treatment of the submarine force and issue an extra set of regular clothes every year.

"In fact, since last week, various canned foods have been frequent visitors to the Navy fleet. In addition to the frequently dispatched submarine troops who can enjoy fresh meat and vegetables on the shore, other conventional fleet personnel can only eat canned food in the port," said Lieutenant General Schell.

"We had a pretty good meal, at least the meat in these sausages was enough. And our low-ranking officers and soldiers were eating a canned food called some kind of meat. I've tried that kind of thing, except salt, spice and starch, and it didn't seem to taste any meat. It's really hard for me to understand, it's called canned meat." Lieutenant General Von Lance, commander of the Second Battleship Squadron, who was sitting opposite Lieutenant General Scheller.

"Say something directly!" The prince put down the knife and fork in his hand with a gloomy face.

"I think our soldiers should at least have a pretty sumptuous breakfast before the fleet sets off. Now the navy is probably a bit difficult, and you are taking the initiative. If we want the soldiers to support you and support you, you should at least ensure that they can satisfy their stomachs." Lieutenant General Schell said with his head down.

"The Admiralty cannot change anything. Our supply is rationed according to the imperial government. But you are the king and have the ownership of two armies and more than 150,000 square kilometers of land. I think you will have some solutions, right?" said Lieutenant General Von Lance.

"The first time I saw someone who could beat up such an open and honest person." The prince glanced at Schell, who, who fell down, looked at Lieutenant General Lance, who immediately studied the salad and lamb chops on the plate.

"Now, this fleet is your command and your fleet, and I think it's necessary to tilt a little bit in supplies, especially diet. I always think that a proper diet is the key to morale," Schell continued.
Chapter completed!