A week later.

A huge fleet was sailing slowly near the southern coast of Java Island, with red sickle hammer flags dancing violently in the sea breeze.

At the front of the fleet is a giant warship nearly two hundred meters long, with four huge three-dimensional turrets representing its terrifying identity.

Battleship!

Well, its turret is arranged in a very different way. Except for the two fronts and backs, the other two are on the left and right of the chimney in the middle, one on one side, and are restricted by the island behind them, so they cannot shoot forward or backward, so they can only fire on both sides.

Well, this is the new Soviet Pacific Fleet flagship Gangut, an old man who has been launched for 34 years, and is still the treasure of the Soviet Navy.

Next to this battleship was a ragged red caucasus pseudo-heavy cruiser in the eyes of Yuan Yang, with the pitiful firepower of four 180 mm single-load guns, making it look like an old antique staying in the Russo-Japanese War era, although it was actually very new, because in 30 years the battleship, which lasted twenty years in construction, was finally completed.

"Rubbish!"

Not far from this fleet, a medium-sized battleship with a tricolor flag fluttering, the captain looked at the two Soviet Navy battleships and said disdainfully.

This is the Dutch Navy Tronp light cruiser.

Of course, according to Head Yang's standards, this is also garbage. This light cruiser is very sorry for its classification, because it is a little larger than the deportation ship. The displacement of more than 4,000 tons is a dwarf in this era when light patrols are rampant.

But this is also the only warship that the Netherlands can make. Unlike its poor performance on land, the Netherlands Navy is still worthy of respect in the war. At least they have a naval battle that can be described as tragic.

Of course, the consequence is that the main force of the Netherlands Navy was almost wiped out, including this one, who is also a survivor of the Java Navy Battle. Now, the Netherlands, who is not full of food, certainly does not have the ability to quickly rebuild the navy.

The cruiser has been following and surveillance since the Soviet fleet entered the East Indies, but no abnormalities were found. Although the Soviet fleet was slow, it was always honest and did not cause trouble even when supplying supplies in Badong Port. However, the scene where the Javanese warmly welcomed them at that time made Captain TronP still very unhappy.

"A group of monkeys with whips will let them know who is their master."

The captain looked at the distance with a sneer, two small merchant ships approaching the Soviet fleet. Through the telescope, it was clear that the Javanese standing on the deck with the Soviet flag, and even those who held up portraits of Stalin and welcomed the great Soviet hongkong army, were indeed as excited as a group of monkeys in heat.

Similarly, on those Soviet warships, a large number of sailors were also standing on the deck, wearing the most beautiful dresses, posing in the most majestic posture to enjoy the cheers of the Javanese.

But at this moment, the Red Caucasus suddenly left the fleet and headed towards the Port of Chilaza in the distance.

"What's going on? Warn them immediately that as we ask, they cannot stop at any port in southern Java."

Captain Tronpu immediately said to the officer beside him.

The southern part of Java Island, including the Port of Chilaza, are all controlled areas of the Republic of Java. The Netherlands government will definitely not allow the Soviet fleet to reach these ports. The main task of the Tronp is to prevent such a thing from happening. Otherwise, after they enter the port, it will be troublesome to find some excuses to stay there, especially in places like Chilaza, where there are docks left by the Dutch Navy.

Soon the officer sent a report to the Soviet fleet and received their reply.

"They said it was just the Red Caucasus that was approaching, and there were a large number of Javanese on the shore that were welcomed. They should have gone there for a walk out of courtesy, but they would not enter the port of Chilaza, but they were just passing by nearshore."

The officer said.

"Hmph, are they very popular? The women in Prussia who are forced by them do not think so."

The captain sneered, but he didn't care much, as long as he didn't enter the port, he would not violate the agreement between the two sides. He and the sailors on the TronP watched as the Red Caucasus approached the coast, and the Javanese welcomed on the shore were vaguely visible.

The Port of Chilaza is a rare port in southern Java. On this coastline that needs to be directly washed away by the waves of the Indian Ocean, there are not many such places. It is relying on a continuous mountainous area to act as a breakwater and closely matches the rivers to the waterways washed out of the mountainous areas, which makes this port even berth hundreds of thousands of tons of oil tankers in modern times. Even if the channel has not been dug at this time, it is difficult for battleships to enter.

"Pull them hurry up."

Looking at the Red Caucasus sailing slowly outside the port, Captain Tromp said impatiently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of fire at the starboard waterline of the Red Caucasus, and countless pieces of steel sprayed into the sky with the stirred sea water.

"Bastard, what's going on?"

Captain Tronpu almost glared out with his eyes.

At this time, a huge explosion also came into his ears. The speed of the Red Caucasus, which was originally sailing, suddenly slowed down. The originally balanced body began to tilt, and its course also lost control. Just less than a minute later, the giant ship with a full load of 9,000 tons was on the bottom of the shallow water area and then sank in a slant.

And at the same time, a Soviet sailor hurriedly appeared on the mast tower, constantly waving the signal flag in his hand.

"Touching lightning?! Don't be so shameless, okay?"

Looking at the flag verb he played, the captain of the TronP roared in grief and anger.

Yes, the flag uttered on the Red Caucasus is about thunder.

This is indeed shameless, extremely shameless.

But the effect was very good. Just after their distress signal was sent, all the Soviet warships sailing on the sea, including Gangut, turned and rushed to the port of Chilaza as fast as possible despite the protests issued by the Tronpu. Especially those merchant ships that were supposed to be dragged at the end, rushed into the port first, and behind them, including Gangut, the remaining seven Soviet warships firmly blocked the entire channel, and then went down the anchor and began to release the boat toward the stranded Red Caucasus.

"Send a message to Batavia, our troubles are coming."

Looking at the Soviet merchant ships docked at the docks and the Javanese cheering on the docks, Captain Tronpu said with a sad face. He could even see heavy wooden boxes being carried out from the merchant ships and disappeared among the Javanese, while his warships were firmly blocked outside by the Soviet warships blocking the channel.

The captain had not realized that from this moment on, a grand era began.
Chapter completed!