I Became a Captain of the British Empire

Precedents are important. Especially against the tricolor flag.

Corridor outside the library.

I was greeted again after moving to a happy face after a long time.

“Long time no see. It’s already been half a year, isn’t it?”

“uh… … long time no see. speak comfortably.”

Grasp the warmly outstretched hand. Frenchie raises the corners of her mouth.

“It’s a joke. Can’t you see my rank insignia?”

Once again he confirmed the chieftain in his uniform.

One gold string with a round ring in the middle.

“You’ve been promoted to major general!”

“Because I was scheduled to be promoted in the first place.”

Was it Well, he’s also quite a senior now.

Wolfred French was the commander of the battlecruiser Hood during the Battle of Newfoundland.

Along with Tiger’s Captain Bedford, he is also a friend who gave me advice.

I haven’t seen Hood since he went back to his home country for repairs, but he seems to be working at the Navy Headquarters.

“If you are the warden, you are also an admiral. Have you even been assigned a fleet?”

“What is a fleet? If you’re a major general, you’re in charge of a squadron commander.”

Frenchy shook his head in an astonishing tone, then pointed at me and continued.

“You are a special case. It’s probably the first time that a commander is commanding a hybrid fleet, and even a fleet that has been given an official unit name.”

If you think about it, Admiral Pound, who is in command of Task Force H, is also a Vice Admiral, and Admiral Collins of the Strait Fleet, which consists entirely of outdated battleships, is also a Vice Admiral.

If you are a major general, you should originally command a squadron of battleships. Even so, was it because of his criminal record during the Repulse Flyer that he was assigned such an undeserved force? Luckily I didn’t disgrace Admiral Pound’s face.

“Since you, many changes have taken place in our navy. really… I couldn’t help but throw away my prejudices at the time.”

Captain French looks at me hesitantly… No Admiral. He blushes and then ignores it.

“At that time, there were many examples.”

Am embarrassed.

At the time, I didn’t think bad of him either.

It’s not like I didn’t understand his feelings.

“No. I was very rude.”

A guy who used to act like an idiot at some point reforms and becomes a real person. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to admit him at once. Everyone has prejudices.

Rather, in acknowledging such prejudices and bowing my head, I could see what a position an admiral in the Royal Navy was in.

Because of that, I couldn’t help but tell the story.

“As for Colonel Bedford… … .”

“It’s not your fault. Never mind.”

Scared to open her mouth, French raised a hand to stop her words.

“It’s unfortunate, but… Honestly, there wouldn’t have been much I could have done if I had been there.”

He pursed his lips in displeasure at first, then spoke calmly.

“You think you did your best.”

“… Thank you.”

calm voice.

Looking at the more determined face, I shut my mouth.

Did that really happen?

It felt like a part of my chest was being squeezed, but I quickly shook my head. It wasn’t that I wanted an objection.

“Anyway, he really got ahead. I heard you are going to the Mediterranean now?”

As if trying to change the subject, Admiral French tapped his shoulder and said, I answered with a tilt of my head.

“It must have been top secret… ?”

“It’s not like I don’t have connections with the intelligence department either. It’s a story I heard across the street. It seems to be true.”

Embarrassing news. Rumors have already spread? Is this operation okay? … no. If you’re an admiral-level gamnyang, you’ll know everything you need to know.

but i am anxious Should I ask K. The moment I turn my head, French pats my arm and says.

“Hey, are you working with such a beautiful woman next to you?”

Check where your fingertips are pointing. French pointing at short blonde woman.

I let out words like a sigh when I checked his smirking expression.

“It’s bad luck. It’s the intelligence department’s sidekick.”

“Do you mind?”

At the tips of his thick fingers, K was sorting out the messy papers I hurriedly rummaged through.

“I’ve been indebted to the Caribbean.”

I had received help once in Berlin, but I did not dare to bring it out because I was doubtful whether it was worth revealing.

Anyway, it’s not very good for the intelligence department to contact a naval general like this… … I should blame my salesman. If you don’t go around saying that, the country will be ruined.

While immersed in such complaints, Frenchie strained her eyes and frowned. As I followed the direction he was looking at, I saw K sighing and sorting out the papers.

Finally, French spoke softly.

“no way… ?”

I asked as I looked at him with his eyes wide open.

“What’s wrong?”

“… I mean you.”

Tak, French catch me. A quiet voice flows from a shadowy face with its back to the window. Then, with his frowning eyes, he whispered to me.

“You’d better stay away.”

Hearing the low voice, I glanced into the archives.

* * *

late evening.

Having obtained the necessary information, I went straight back to the naval quarters. Looking down at the data books lined up on the desk, it was really full.

“I need to come up with a new tactic.”

Start collecting data right away. The formal meeting is scheduled for tomorrow morning, but there’s nothing wrong with organizing information in advance. I’m an admiral now.

I thought about borrowing the help of my friends from the Naval Intelligence Department, but it seemed that they were busy with the amphibious landings in Northern France and the East Coast of the United States.

Anyway, you should know the Kong line.

Although a few cadets helped, I, as the top commander, had some knowledge I needed to know on my own.

“It goes without saying that the Italian fleet will come to assist first.”

Looking at the two naval ports of the Mediterranean Sea alternately. One is South France’s largest military port, Toulon. Along with Brest, it is one of the major French military ports.

And one in Taranto and Naples. In particular, Taranto is famous for its fortifications. The Italian main fleet would originally be stationed here, but… … .

“According to information sent by the Ministry of Intelligence, at least three Caracciolo-class ships have sailed from Taranto.”

“Of course I will go to Naples. sh*t.”

He shook his head as he listened to Kirk’s report, who had served black tea. If it were Taranto, the Austrian Navy and the Mediterranean Fleet might be able to stop it somehow.

But now it’s too late. Even if they approached to block the port, all the fish escaped. There is nothing in the Eastern Mediterranean to catch a high-speed battleship that has gone out into the distant sea.

“If the Mediterranean Fleet attacks eastern Italy, won’t they come back too?”

“Are you stupid? Do you think Italy will budge by tapping the shore?”

Tsk, I clicked my tongue and glared at the guy.

Even if our fleet is just hanging around at a maximum speed of 20 knots, there is nothing to do when they come to the existing fleet.

Even when crossing the East Coast of the United States, it is our Repulse flyer that kept its distance out of concern for ground-launched air units.

To think that someone who belonged to the Repulse Flyer would say something like this… … I didn’t learn anything. Alright, overtime confirmed.

Kirk shivered as if he had chills when he tried to shoot him with a piercing gaze.

“Once they set sail from Naples, they will unconditionally reach Toulon before us. No matter which route you take, it will be difficult to stop them from joining.”

I drew a straight line on the map. One from Naples to Toulon. One from Gibraltar to Toulon. The former will arrive after only 700 km, but the latter will have to travel over 1,000 km.

It’s best to make a raid at night to avoid being disturbed by enemy air raids… This increases the difficulty even more. In the end, there is no choice but to intercept them coming out to the far sea after forming a combined fleet.

sh*t, things are so bad. Still, it’s a much better fleet than before. It’s just that the number ratio of the capital ship is 3:8, so the story is different.

If it’s fortunate, it’s not as difficult as it is because the body has eaten some of the future knowledge. Especially in the Mediterranean Navy, the difficulty goes down even more.

“There aren’t that many battleships to be aware of.”

“yes? Aren’t there eight ships?”

“With the exception of the four Caracciolo-class ships, they are just corpses. All of them are coffins floating in the stern.”

Because there weren’t many battleships in the first place. It’s a sad reality.

eww… How the hell did the kids blocking the port in the Napoleonic era stop the sortie?

“uh? wait for a sec.”

Suddenly, like lightning, a thought passed through my mind. My body trembled at the tingling sensation.

“Admiral?”

As I shook my shoulders convulsively, a surprised Kirk approached me. I opened my eyes and looked back.

“Kirk.”

One o’clock is urgent. If you are going to proceed, you must prepare steadily from now.

He said it without hesitation.

“I have to go to the naval headquarters.”

It was Kirk who made an expression that the world collapsed at the news of the extra work in the middle of the night.

* * *

A week later, Toulon, France.

It was midday in a Mediterranean climate, shining the sea with warm sunlight. Here, where the jewel-like blue water splashes against the breakwater, the last French fleet filling the harbor proudly fluttered its flag ahead of its sortie.

“Is this our last remaining stronghold?”

The pier echoes with the sound of waves.

Looking at the French fleet flagship Provence, Emperor Napoleon VI opened his mouth.

“This is the last super dreadnought of the French fleet. With this ship, Your Majesty can be safely transported.”

“… Guwain owes a lot.”

The Emperor spoke in a mixed voice to Vice Admiral Viole, the Chief of the Navy Staff who stood behind him. But he only shook his hand firmly and bowed his head.

“Your Majesty, we are your shield. How can you blame His Majesty, who is the owner?”

You should have died when you were old, you stupid emperor.

… It was an admiral with a masked face bowed down while thinking such contradictory thoughts.

It’s a risky idea, but luckily he was a seasoned person. As he has risen to a position that must be supported not only by his major, but also by his political power, he prides himself on being ahead of anyone else in his skills.

Admiral Emil Mueslier, who had barely survived the Battle of Biscay Bay, seeing such indignity, just made a face of chewing sh*t.

Admiral Muselier approached the emperor with a limp from the aftereffects of the naval battle.

“Your Majesty, but there are many variables along the way. As expected, His Majesty would take a separate plane… … .”

“How can I leave them behind?”

Fool, what would I do if I went to Algeria alone? If you can’t cross the sea with this, it’s just the end!

It was the emperor who muttered that while grinding his teeth inwardly. He didn’t really respect them either. At first, it seemed to him that there was no more hope of this war.

“Marshal Pattin, are the Paris defenses going as planned?”

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. The offensive of the enemy will never cross Paris.”

It sounded funny in the situation right before fleeing to Algeria, but Field Marshal Pateng was really confident in his voice.

Of course, the emperor didn’t believe him at all.

His proud troops were now frantic to get even one man out before the siege was complete, and Italy, which held hands proudly, was struggling even through the mountains of the north.

The Navy is about to split in half and die. The nasty Continental Yankees are taking a good breath and thinking of themselves as earning time.

Could there really be anything better than dragging out a war? He vehemently denied it. His aides, especially the old Marshal, are showing notice and hiding it, but the trend has already been set.

So the sortie of the fleet was the last gamble for him, nothing more, nothing less. Still, the preparations seemed to go smoothly.

“Your Majesty, the fleet will depart in five minutes.”

“I must wish you a blessing.”

The emperor answered like a sigh and prepared to climb onto the deck of Provence.

Yeah, I should say hello on the way. No matter how much I hate you, you are my subject.

He was the one who thought of the honor of the remaining Napoleonic family.

why-

“your majesty! your majesty!”

“Admiral? What is this?!”

“It’s a raid! your majesty! An enemy fleet has appeared near the port!”

“what?”

Until a raging siren echoes in the harbour.