Chapter 1210: Recovering the Head

Finally - a sharp-eyed general saw clearly the serial numbers of these three battleships.

"Commander!" the general reported loudly, "the numbers of these three battleships are No. 33, No. 34 and No. 35 respectively!"

——No. 33, 34, 35?

Otto quickly searched the memory bank in his mind. Thinking about who is responsible for commanding these three battleships.

Soon - a name that Otto didn't want to recall at all, and didn't want to let it emerge from his memory, appeared in his mind.

Otto's eyes were already so wide that they were about to burst.

At this time, he opened his eyes, which were already wide enough, even wider.

Then he put his hands on the railing in front of him and growled through gritted teeth:

"That bastard Admiral Neumann! What on earth is he going to do?!"

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Doppler stood on the bow of battleship No. 35.

He looked back at the No. 34 and No. 36 ships that were following the No. 35 ship he was on.

Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Oh, it would be nice if there were more ships directly under my command..."

"Three battleships, it feels like there are still a few missing..."

Otto had never had a good impression of Doppler, who had the privilege of being "not subject to military discipline."

If he had a choice, Otto didn't want Doppler in his royal fleet at all.

But there is no way.

Otto had no choice.

Doppler entered the Royal Fleet to assist Otto - this was the order of Walter von Zimmermann.

Walter was the commander-in-chief of the Nibelungen plan, and Otto had to obey his orders.

Therefore, Otto could only bite the bullet and accept the Doppler "thrown" by Walter.

Doppler's combat prowess was outstanding, and he was a rare warrior rarely seen in a century - Otto still recognized Doppler's outstanding talent.

He also understood Walter's well-intentioned intention of "throwing" the Doppler to him, hoping to increase their chances of winning.

But Otto just didn’t like Doppler.

Even though Doppler's talent was outstanding, and his help would improve their chances of winning a lot, and he had so many benefits, he just couldn't like Doppler.

There was no other reason - Otto hated Doppler's privilege of being "not bound by military law".

In Otto's concept - the army is an organization. Organizations must have discipline. Everyone in the organization must be disciplined. Those who do not comply with discipline must be severely punished.

Therefore - Doppler, who has the privilege of being "not bound by military discipline", in Otto's eyes is a rat droppings that will contaminate the entire pot of broth.

Otto has always insisted that allowing an alien like Doppler to exist in the military will sooner or later lead to a bad atmosphere in the military.

It is precisely because Otto has a huge prejudice against Doppler that since Doppler came to the Royal Fleet, Otto has intentionally or unintentionally marginalized Doppler.

Do not assign too many combat tasks to Doppler,

Nor will he be assigned too much military power.

Doppler is an admiral, but there are only three ships under his direct command in the Royal Fleet.

However, these three warships under the direct command of Doppler are all new warships as huge as hills from the Frank Empire, rather than small ships that can only be used for reconnaissance - this can be considered a blessing among misfortunes. .

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After turning his eyes away from the two ships following his No. 35 ship and back to the front of himself, Doppler laughed a few times:

"Forget it! Just 3 ships! That's enough!"

"Doppler! It's still too late for you to turn back now!"

At this moment, an old voice filled with fear sounded behind Doppler.

The person who spoke bluntly was Doppler's uncle and deputy general—Ge Hande.

Gerhand stared at Doppler in shock and distress.

He earnestly persuaded Doppler to turn back.

"You have the privilege of not being bound by military discipline! So even if you turn back now, you will not be punished by General Holweg!"

"I'm telling you! It's still too late for you to turn around and go back!"

"If you insist on dying, go alone! Don't drag us along!"

Doppler and Gerhand both live on Battleship No. 35.

Just now - when Gehande had just put on his armor and walked out of cabin No. 35, Doppler suddenly said to him with a strange smile:

"Uncle! Get ready to set off!"

Gerhand: "???"

After being confused for a while, Gehande asked:

"Starting from where?!"

"Come to the United Fleet's military formation! Let's get Geyunse's head back!"

As soon as Doppler finished speaking, Gehande felt that the No. 35 warship under him began to move...

Immediately following the move, there were two other warships also under Doppler's direct command - Ship No. 34 and Ship No. 36 also moved together...

No words can describe Gehande's current mood...

"Uncle, what are you talking about?"

Doppler shrugged, looking fearless.

"Didn't I say that last night?"

"Although I'm not familiar with Ge Yun Se, I still like Ge Yun Se very much!"

"Let his head hang on the bow of an enemy ship and be exposed to the wind and rain - I can't bear this!"

"Since General Holweg is out of caution, he is unwilling to send a large force to immediately recapture Geunse's head."

"Then I will personally lead the three ships under my direct command to charge and take back Ge Yunser's head!"

"I will not turn back until I take back Ge Yunser's head, hahahahaha!"

"Ha your head!" Ge Hande shouted angrily, "Can't you see the dense ships of the combined fleet in front of us?!"

"We only have three warships, how can we possibly defeat so many ships in the combined fleet!"

"I haven't lived enough yet! I don't want to die because of being dragged into the water by you!"

"Uncle..."

Doppler smiled helplessly at Ge Hande.

"Have you forgotten what I said to you last night?"

"First of all - my intuition tells me: Su Cheng did not set up ambushes and traps near the warship with Ge Yunser's head hanging on it."

"Secondly - my intuition also tells me that neither I nor you will die when I go out on this battle."

Speaking dear, Doppler ignored his uncle.

Instead, he turned his head and looked forward again.

Then he bent down and picked up a huge flail at his feet.

This is a special flail that is far longer, larger and heavier than ordinary flails.

Doppler held this special flail.

He raised it above his head.

Then he threw it forward heavily.

This posture seemed to flatten the combined fleet formation in front of him in one breath.

"Forward!"

Doppler, standing at the bow, let the lake blow on his face and mess up his hair, while continuing to shout loudly.

"Brothers! Forward! Target - the combined fleet formation!"