Chapter 589 The First Shot of the Western Attack

"It's time to go home, old man."

The last setting sun sank to the bottom of the sea, and Falls Bay fell into the cold. Old Jeff shook his fishing rod for more than ten years, carrying a fish bucket much lighter than usual, and preparing to return to the military camp.

He is nearly 60 years old, and he is the custodian of the South African base of the British Royal Navy. To put it bluntly, he is a person who eats, drinks and does chores in the navy. This kind of person is very common in British naval bases all over the world, because they not only have many years of experience of local service, are familiar with the local environment, but also mainly They themselves are immigrants who have settled in the footsteps of the Royal Navy.

The war outside does not seem to affect old Jeff's schedule. Fishing in the bay every evening is his biggest hobby. He likes this bay and even thinks it is more beautiful than Portsmouth in the United Kingdom.

It's just.

When old Jeff got up, he glanced at the depths of the bay and turned on the deck lights one after another. The fleets and warships that lit up the harbor still felt too crowded. So many big guys stopped here. No wonder they were all small fish today.

Just a few steps after cleaning up everything, old Jeff suddenly felt that the auricle began to buzz, just like countless bees were making noise. This voice surprised him. How could there be be bees at this late hour?

When he turned his head doubtfully and finally locked the direction of the sound, the fish bucket in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and more than a dozen sea fish splashed on the ground with the sea. Perhaps when he saw a chance to escape, the fish slapped his tail desperately, as if to jump into the blue a few meters away.

A single-winged plane that had never been seen before passed over the top of the head like a ghost on the ground, almost within reach, which made old Jeff even doubt whether he could poke it down by lifting the fishing rod.

One after another, flying low in front of him. In the dim light, the big shark's mouth like open fangs on the side of the nose was painted, which was dazzling. At the same time, it also made old Jerry Fir wonder who would paint this kind of thing on the plane.

But this idea just flashed by, and he saw the unforgettable picture of his life. Three of them rushed to the bay like lightning, and then suddenly pulled up straight into the sky, and then three bright and dazzling white light slowly fell from behind their buttocks.

The dazzling flares, like bright stars falling from the sky, lit up the whole Falls Bay. When the six battleships lying quietly on the berth began to shout and curse, old Jeff was already stiff.

This time, a biplane similar to the Army camel plane that had just arrived in South Africa passed from a low altitude, but when they passed by, the long black object under the abdomen almost suffocated him, that is.

Torpedo!

"God!" Old Jereffer threw away the fishing rod, covered his mouth with his hands, and watched in disbelief that these death gods rushed into the harbor.

Under the light of the flare, Jin Wei, who led the first attack aircraft brigade, has aimed at the largest lone-class (also translated as Colbel-class) battleship with the tricolor flag hanging!

The Lonely Class is the first new battleship in France, with a normal displacement of 22,189 tons and a full load of 26,000 tons! Due to the late construction, it absorbs the advantages of the backpack turret, and two more main guns are arranged on both sides of the hull. When firing on one side, it can have five double-loaded 305mm/L45 guns. The firepower is already very strong in the first generation of new battleships.

This class of battleship is very recognizable, because it has three chimneys, and the front mast is arranged behind the first two chimneys, closer to the hull. In addition to the 12 main guns, it also has 22 138mm/L55 rapid-fire secondary guns and 4 47mm rapid-fire anti-aircraft guns. Four 450mm torpedo tubes.

This is a big guy!

Jin Wei swallowed his saliva. After confirming that he would lead the team before departure, he regarded the Lonely-class battleship as his only target.

At an altitude of ten meters, a powerful engine drives the three-leaf propeller to blow the sea water under the fuselage into ripples. The low-altitude surname of the sea eagle is absolutely commendable. It is a good aircraft second only to the "dragon tooth" that is losing weight among all aircraft in Xinhua at present, which is also a characteristic that torpedo attack aircraft must have.

"Follow me!"

Jin Wei stabilized the flying pole with his right hand. He turned on the radio with his left hand and took the microphone to his mouth. Because the micro microphone directly on his mouth is still being tested, he can only talk in this traditional way at present.

On the Lonely-class battleship France, countless figures began to run under the light of the flares. Some went to pull their gun jackets in a panic, some were yawning, and others were holding 47mm anti-aircraft shells and waiting for the gunner to be in place.

The scale on the front windshield was shortened little by little, the hull was sharply enlarged in the pupil, and the fingers were suddenly buttoned on the launch button.

"From now on!"

Jin Weiwei shouted: "We, sweep thousands of troops!"

"Kill!"

The iron arm of the hanger suddenly loosened, and there was no bound "fish bone", just like the short sword hidden in the belly of the fish in the ancient legend, shining coldly in an instant.

The white track follows closely behind the sea eagle, with a very high speed of 42 knots. At a distance of 1,500 meters, even a full-speed task force can't be avoided, not to mention a stalled battleship in front of it, full of chaos and dull battleships.

If the sea eagle is an assassin who runs rampant with a sword and does not stay for thousands of miles, then the "fish bone" under the control of the gyroscope is the sword star at the last moment!

Jin Wei used all his strength to pull the pole to the bottom. When his sea eagle rubbed the battleship mast into the sky, a huge fireball had risen from the hull of the USS France, and 150 kilograms of TNT explosives converged into a mass of water tens of meters high, penetrating through the thin torpedo protection. The wall opened a big hole of three meters under the water!

The huge shock wave shook the French sailors on the deck. Several people standing on the edge of the ship were swallowed up by the waves rolled up by the explosion, and disappeared from everyone's sight without even shouting.

The beep alarm sounded through the bay, and countless sailors rushed to the damaged part. The pipe damage team hurriedly closed the hatch, and the pump was connected to the power supply to start work.

But it's too late!

Jin Wei's words completely ignited the pilots behind him. The communication channel was full of all kinds of strange calls, and the sharp "fish thorns" stuck the shouts of Falls Bay under the rotation of the propeller.

The following five white tracks, under the second wave of flash bombs dropped by the bumblebee, drilled into the body of the USS France fiercely. The violent explosion spread from the bow to the stern, and in an instant, the unprepared beast began to tilt and over.

The second unlucky is the two Edward VII-class battleships, the last old capital ships built by Britain before the new battleships, with a 16,600-ton hull, two double 305 guns, and four 233 mm guns. They were proud of the group at that time, but today However, it will eventually grow old before the new naval battle mode.

"Fish sneaths" rushed to hit the bottom of its ship. It was once the pride of the Royal Navy. The Africa, which represented the dominance of the empire in Africa, was hit by three consecutive torpedoes under the bow turret and the turret almost at the same time. The violent explosion underwater even detonated the under-protected ammunition depot. The fire that rose up to 100 meters made the bumblebee, who was ready to drop the third wave of flares, decide not to waste it.

The huge bow seemed to be directly broken by the hammer of Hercules. A large amount of water caused the stern to be a little too high. The drama was that when the rudder and propeller had just got out of the water, a fish thorn slipped through the bottom of the air defense and hit a small cruiser behind it.

Its stern has been tilted like this, like a sharp sword diagonally inserted into the bottom of the sea, and even remained the same for many years until it became a war museum.

Although its partner Britain's ammunition depot was not detonated, it was attacked by four "fish thorns". Such an attack, not to mention an old battleship, even the Guam class could not resist. A total of 600 kilograms of TNT explosives exploded underwater, resulting in extremely terrible power. The water regiment directly attacked it. It is held up several times until the keel can no longer bear the weight and breaks open.

The partners were blown up in an instant, which scared the sailors on the French old battleship Cano tremble all over. They could hardly believe the picture they saw. When they tore their hair hard and rushed into all the gun positions, they suddenly found it.

I don't have an anti-aircraft gun!

When the position was slightly better, and the battleship that was not selected in the first round was overturned by the attack of four "fish thorns", it did not hit a single shell.

Kano quickly exposed the huge bottom of the ship and took away 525 sailors. The two old Junquan-class battleships sank neatly. In just three minutes, the 756 sailors sank to the bottom of the sea nearly 20 meters deep, and the mast lights exposed to the sea were even flashing.

The Royal Oak was also hit by four torpedoes, and the rapidly tilted hull even sank the two torpedo ships moored next to it!

Looking at the burning bay, old Jerever could no longer move, and his throat seemed to be stuck by something. He wanted to shout. He wanted to charge. He wanted to be Don Quixote, who charged at the windmill with a spear, but found that the enemy's feet were not on the ground at all.

When the first wave of planes roared back from his eyes, he even saw the excited but ferocious faces in the cockpit, but tonight was destined to be a crying night in Falls Bay, because the second wave of warhawks, which were also carrying torpedoes, roared into the harbor again.

The anti-aircraft shells drilled into the sky from the forts on both sides, but they couldn't hit those elf-like flexible war eagles at all. Waves of torpedoes drilled into the water again.

The resentment that the First Brigade destroyed all six battleships without even a mouthful of soup was scattered on a few cruisers and those cargo ships with no power. These unprotected big guys who can be completely destroyed with only one torpedo are simply targets!

Explosion, gunp smoke, reddened everyone's faces, staring at the hell-like bay, Cape Town is doomed to sleep tonight.

(to be continued)