Chapter 826 Air Strike, I am the king! 8

"General."

The leather boots hit the steel deck, like the waves split by the bow, giving people a sense of speed and determination.

He took the initiative to come to the 5th Task Force to train and continue to serve in the battleship formation. Tan Haodong, who attacked the communication staff of the fleet, walked calmly to Fang Jin: "This is the telegram of the "Big Eye Thief" Reconnaissance Squadron. According to them, two of Jellico's 14 main battleships have France. The Normandy class is sinking, nine were hit hard, and the remaining three are still relatively intact, namely the Pennsylvania-class Illinois, Alabama and the British George V-class Bold.

"Where's Hood?"

"It was hit by 3 bombs. Although the torpedo machine's attack is not over yet, it has hit at least 2 bombs. At present, the speed has dropped to 20 knots, and it continues to slow down." Tan Haodong paused for a moment and turned to the second page: "In addition, after receiving the news from General Le Fei, the second wave of attack may be delayed, so please be sure to stop the enemy's battleships!"

"Hehe, now you think of me!"

Fang Jin was also as usual, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were covered with oil, as if he had just come out of the engine compartment.

The officers next to

are also very stubborn, but this is also normal. The battleships, which are still the main force in the imperial counterattack, have gradually become dog sticks for the dragon wings to drive dogs and block the way. It is really difficult to accept this huge contrast without any psychological endurance, especially now that they are still driving the world's second strongest battleships and have to work hard. It's not bad that they didn't jump up and curse.

"Ship, Yalu River reported that three American destroyers were found 10 nautical miles away and are at war."

"How long will it take?" Fang Jinhun didn't seem to hear that there was a war ahead, so he turned his head and looked at the captain.

"At present, our speed is 28 knots, and it is expected to enter the visual distance in 30 minutes."

"Very good." Fang Jin raised his right arm, which was his habit, which meant that the war was about to begin. He continued, "Tell the reconnaissance squadron that we will arrive in the war zone in 30 minutes, keep an eye on the three intact battleships, and be ready to guide us at any time."

"The heading is 090, the formation will be disbanded, and the reconnaissance aircraft will guide the ships to intercept in 20 minutes." After saying that, Fang Jin made a gesture to the captain: "It's up to you. Whether it's life or death, I will see the Hood!"

..“ Torpedo!"

"Anti-impact, get ready."

"Boom, boom."

Two black barracuda-like shadows hit the burly body of the Hood from under the blue wave, and the huge waves surged to the deck. Nearly 50,000 tons of ships trembled violently and moved to the left.

"Tell me the loss."

Before his body could stand firm again, the first mate had grabbed the phone in the ship and shouted.

"Water in the engine room."

"The boiler tube is broken and the pressure is disappearing."

"The water on the port side is seriously flooded."

"The No. 3 generator is not working. I need electricity."

No matter how noisy it was outside, the sound in the microphone drilled into everyone's ears in the bridge like a Buddha spell. Seeing that the deck began to tilt slightly, all eyes were focused on the not generous back.

Jeriko stood at the door of the cabin, bulging blue blood vessels on his right hand of the door rail, and his pale face had made him never see the demeanor of the past.

In the sky, one dragon tooth torpedo planes began to leave, leaving a misty gray cloud of smoke covering the whole sea.

From a distance, every warship is burning with smoke.

Everyone knows the power of Xinhua aircraft, and everyone knows that the future will be the world of aircraft carriers, but the speed of its arrival is really amazing and unprepared!

Since 1872, he has served in the Royal Navy at the age of 13. Jellico, who has always felt that he has mastered the true meaning of naval warfare, suddenly feels that he is extremely old. The pride of leading the large fleet and crossing the world has been shuttled on the tip of the waves like flying fish. The torpedo disappeared.

The young emperor, known as the Far East arsonist in Europe, silently played with the world and the Royal Navy in his incredible way! He sold the new battleship to Germany and provoked the sound of rivets. He defeated Russia with stronger battleships in the naval battle of Sibiru Island, one after another, one after another, and provoked the world naval competition with unimaginable tonnage. At the same time, he had already silently begun to develop aircraft and aircraft carriers!

When the world's first plane was announced in Shanghai, everyone thought it was just a small toy for games, but he proved that they were the future of the navy, the fleet that controlled the power of the sky, and the real future navy.

That bastard!

Jerco gritted his teeth. He even thought that if he had a chance to see Li Mo, he would punch him hard regardless of his identity!

"General, the casualties have been reported." The staff officer picked up his notebook and whispered in a depressed voice: "George V was flooded on the port side, the right lightning compartment was damaged, and the bridge was damaged; the stern of the Captain Hundred was damaged, and the boiler compartment was broken; Ajax lost two-thirds of its power and two turrets were damaged; the Vermont in the United States was flooded, and the deck was tilted five degrees. Water; the front mast of the Alaska collapsed, the second chimney was blown up, and the Normandy and Bayern were sinking.

In the staff officer's deep and suppressed voice, everyone felt that something in their bodies seemed to drip out, especially when they saw the smoking sea outside, Jellico and everyone's hearts were twitching.

Not far away, the Normandy-class battleship Normandy, which was named by the staff and regarded as an emergency rescue force by the British Empire, has deflected its deck by nearly 30 degrees, and even exposed the bottom of the blue-gray ship covered with parasitic shells below the waterline. Perhaps others think that it has just finished an extremely fierce artillery battle, but In fact, the whole fleet has not fired a single heavy artillery shell so far!

On the deck, the sailors held everything that could fix their bodies.

The lifeboat was quickly put down, and the heartbreaking cry for help could be heard even by the Hood two kilometers away.

But no one cares about the tragedy over there. Except for the two destroyers that relied on the rescue, all the warships were busy fighting the fire, closing the pressure valve, pulling out the water, removing the bodies or trying to escape.

"General, the bombers just sent a telegram. The enemy's two heavy aircraft carriers released a large number of carrier-based torpedo planes and bombers in the battle. They are flying here and are expected to arrive in 50 minutes, so you must change the flagship immediately!"

The staff officer closed his notebook and made a due diligence suggestion, but the question is, which warship can be changed as the flagship now?

Five minutes later, Alabama slowly leaned over. Whether Jellico would like it or not, his officers and staff could no longer tolerate setting up the flagship on a warship that was likely to sink, even if it had the largest body, even if it was known as the first ship in Europe when it was launched, and it was considered to be able to fight with Guam. Level, even the Taiwan level competes.

Inside the bridge, the pale U.S. Navy soldiers greeted the commander's arrival, but no one cheered, and no one was happy because the ship became the flagship. They had to prepare silently, because they all knew that the war was not over.

The enemy is ready to come again in the distance!

"General." The captain of the United States put down the phone with a bleak face. No one expected that the enemy's plane had not yet arrived, but he took the lead in welcoming the battleship formation. He looked up at the rolling smoke column suddenly rising from the sea level and said with a sad smile, "Their battleships are coming. It's four Guam-class and the long gate of Japan!"

In normal times, even if all six Guam ships are parked opposite, no one will be nervous at all, but now.

"Raising the flagship flag, ordering Alabama, Darre and Brittany to get closer to me, and the destroyer is ready to carry out a torpedo attack." In an instant, Jellico seemed to have restored the wind of Delan, and orders were issued from the Illinois accurately and quickly.

At 10:46, the artillery formation of the battleships of the Fifth Special Commodal Fleet of the Royal New China Navy arrived at the battlefield.

At this time, Jellico gave an order that no one expected: "Order Joseph King to retreat immediately!"

"General."

All the officers opened their mouths wide. They all knew that if Lieutenant General Joseph King's heavy patrol and aircraft carrier formation withdrew now, not only would the only chance disappear, but also his dozen battleships and more than 40 destroyer cruisers would be buried in the sea with shame!

"Go to convey the command!"

Jelko doesn't allow everyone to have time to think at all. In his opinion, his own death is inevitable. Since all the enemy's strength is concentrated here, you might as well fulfill Joseph King to avoid everyone's death together. What's more, in this case, there should be no needless sacrifices.

"28,000 meters."

"Start to solve the problem of shelling Zhuyuan."

Under the guidance of three hummingbird reconnaissance aircraft over the battlefield, orders were quickly sent from the shelling command tower to each turret. 36 L45/406mm heavy artillery and 10 L50/356mm naval guns swayed up and down, gradually forming unity.

"Start shelling in order."

"Rumble."

In an instant, the buzzing noise and the roar of wolves resounded through the sky for unification. When Jellico led the remaining fleet to set up the battleships and waited for the enemy to enter the range, the four Guam class took the lead in pulling the final harmony of the cannon.

"Shit!"

"These bastards are more than 30,000 yards. It's too far, too far! I can't aim!"

"I need coordinates, give me coordinates!"

The sound of despair sounded from every British and American battleship...

(to be continued)