Chapter 828 Air Strike, I am the king! 10

Shanghai.

July 20, 1917, night.

On the Royal Hotel on the 16th floor, there is a red light at the top of the high radio transmission tower.

"I saw their backs when they left, with a smile and self-confidence, so I believe that we will win, for sure!"

Sitting in the studio, facing new things, Mr. Zhou Shuren, a former navyman, now a famous text reporter and one of the naval mouthpieces, after a trance for a moment, did not hesitate to get to the point and said this sentence in a sharp language.

No doubt at all!

Outside the broadcast room, there are already thousands of lights. No one knows how many people have heard his words through the radio, but as long as the radio is on, they will hear these hot words.

Everything is only said in one thing.

Today.

Now!

On the faraway Atlantic Ocean, there is an unrivaled naval battle that determines the country, nation and future!

Mr. Zhou said that he not only believed in victory, but also knew one thing. Even if he lost today, the emperor would lead us to do it again! Because this suffering nation never wants to be bent again!

Finally, the young female broadcaster wiped her tears and told everyone in a soft voice that it was July 20, 11:30 p.m. U.S. time.

His brother is fighting with the enemy in a fighter plane.

All the mouths were opened in astonishment, all eyes turned to the west, and all ears were attached to the horn.

Only now do you know that at this moment, the Imperial Navy soldiers are fighting in the Bermuda Islands, which can't be found on the map of their home.

From the distant Siberia to the island of Tasmania in the extreme south, the air slowly solidified in tens of thousands of miles ruled by the empire.

In fact, the world's first "war live broadcast" was held on Shanghai Radio, and dozens of former marines were invited as guests to talk about the strength and comparison of the two sides and the arduous program of the war. At the same time, the whole world also held its breath.

Two hours ago, the telegram of "I am the king" received by even ordinary radio enthusiasts gathered expectations, uneasiness, anxiety and fear, and then stirred it fiercely with a stick.

From the nearest west coast of the United States to the European continent across the Atlantic, from Central and South America to the far east, from Washington to Yanjing, from London to Singapore, everyone pricked up their ears and waited.

Suddenly, everyone remembered the sea battle that brought the empire back to the world family more than a decade ago. At that time, the sailors waved a signal flag and made a word that is still shocking.

The naval battle of Sibilu Island, the empire is waiting!

Today.

Bermuda sea battle, the world is waiting!

.. While the whole world was praying for an end to the suffering as soon as possible, the curses, anger and helplessness of the British and American admirals began to echo over Bermuda.

"Bah, you are shameless!"

When Fang Jin ordered the Nagato to lead the cruiser to hunt down the enemy's cruiser, and then took four Guam-class battleships to complete the unprecedented "L" front of the front of the Jellico fleet, and point the bow to the enemy's front line, everyone was dumbfounded.

Then, he suddenly jumped up and cursed!

The reason is very simple.

Before, because I saw that George V, one of only three intact battleships, was killed in one shot, all the captains, including Jellico, knew that there could be no more miracles, so they began to prepare to turn away. The problem is that the disbandment of the battle line is not to disperse, but to cover each other. It takes time!

But what about now?

This one just meekly pulled away from the "Manniu" who was flirting with his eyebrows. In the blink of an eye, he pulled out a long gun and stabbed himself fiercely. Now he feels that it seems to be too unsentful, so he actually took the lead in speeding up under his cannon. This is not a chance to give myself a chance to leave at all!

It's like a street quarrel. First, he scolded and his mouth was not clean, and then the guy opposite patted you with a brick. You were a little confused. You looked at the situation and didn't want to play at all, but he didn't expect that his leg had not been pulled out yet. The bastard who just spoke and didn't do anything just now has pulled out the dagger and couldn't help saying it. Rushing up.

What should I do? Of course it's hard!

This is the idea of every man with a blood surname. Jelico is not short of temper, and American sailors are also angry in incompetence.

The problem is.

After the captains turned their heads and counted the guys on the battle line one by one, they all changed their minds.

In the first wave of more than 200 aircraft, 2 of the 14 capital ships have sunk, and 2 have completely lost their combat effectiveness. Just now, the George V was sunk again, leaving only 9 on the battle line. Except for the American Illinois and the flagship Alabama, the rest are endless. Whole.

Only the 15-inch (381mm) main guns are Illinois, Alabama, Vermont, Alaska and Hood, all of which are injured. The speed has dropped to about 16 knots. If you can't get out as soon as possible, you will never see the coastline.

Looking at the opponent again, daring to turn in front of the battle against the shell shows that there is no fear. Although one-third of the firepower was lost after turning, the remaining 24 406mm heavy guns are not as simple as thickening the muzzle. The situation of the George V just now is enough to explain the problem.

Looking at the four Guam-class boats approaching at a speed of 29 knots like a fire-breathing bison, Jellico, who lost his opportunity, had to order a left turn and prepare to retreat to Bermuda.

It takes enough time for the winding battle line to complete the transverse, and it must come one by one, otherwise the most fragile back will be exposed to the enemy. But before the fleet completes the left turn, the four Guam class suddenly dispersed in everyone's sight.

Jelko's face changed in an end!

This madman, he knows that he has an absolute speed advantage, so he simply uses the battleship as a cruiser and is ready to break them!

25,000 meters.

29 knots of speed, not even half an hour, because many warships on the battle line can only reach 16 knots, so Jelico has been at this speed. At this time, the Guam formation that suddenly dispersed finally made him understand that there was no last chance to leave.

12:10.

After 40 minutes of pursuit, Zhongmeng finally chased to a place less than 15,000 meters. After the sailing elder turned around quickly and left the shooting angle of the stern turret, the PRG gun follow-up system once again played an important role. The muzzle was almost synchronously with the hull to aim at the battle cruiser. The ship.

At this distance, the accuracy of the 406mm heavy gun is as high as 40 percent, so only in the second round, a bright fire shines on the front bridge of the USS Prestability.

The Unwilling to become a live target also launched a fierce counterattack. Eight 381mm heavy guns finally roared happily, but there was too little time for it, and when the hull was evacuating, because of the lack of automatic tracking and aiming systems such as PRG, the accuracy could not be guaranteed.

"Reduce, lower!"

"Fire."

The muzzle, which was almost parallel to the sea, once again spewed out 9 groups of orange red flames. The hot wind swept through the cold steel shell like a sharp blade. More than 40,000 tons of ship was pushed out several meters away. In order to maintain the heading engine, it emitted a violent wheezing.

The fourth round of volleys that lived up to expectations finally brought the Hood to the end, and three of the nine armor-piercing bullets hit the target directly.

The first and third were hit by the main armor belt of the water line. The bottom of the battle patrol was completely exposed at this moment. The extra-heavy armor-piercing shell not only penetrated the main armor belt, but also penetrated deep into the center before the explosion.

The second one accurately hit the front of the No. 3 turret. Even if the thickness of the armor here is the same as the caliber of the main gun, the armor-piercing shell still penetrates tenaciously. Although it lost its movement after drilling through the front armor, it is enough.

From the outside, the whole turret seemed to have been lifted by something. The flame and shock wave cut the rim at the junction of the turret and the deck, which not only destroyed the No. 2 turret, but also made the No. 1 turret next to stop roaring.

All of a sudden, half of the firepower was lost, and the prestige finally showed its decline.

Only General Fang seemed to be determined to see it sink with his own eyes, and still did not give up the order to fire at full speed.

With five consecutive rounds of hits, Hood finally couldn't hold on. When a hit armor-piercing shell penetrated the main armor belt again and entered the already bombed power module, the starboard side of the ship burst into a huge gap.

A sour creak came from each cabin. Countless British sailors fled along the passage. When a lifeboat had just been put down, before several sailors could jump up, more than 40,000 tons of ship suddenly leaned to the left, like a big bowl that suddenly reversed and buckled, not only pressed the lifeboat. After entering the bottom of the sea, I also exposed the gray bottom of the boat.

At that moment, there were no words to describe the mood of Jellico and the surviving British Royal Navy.

Shocked, dazed, strangled or heartbroken.

No one knows that these descriptions are just the guesses of latecomers.

Jellico stood by the porthole, recalling every moment from the beginning of the construction of the Voyage.

As an epoch-making battlecruiser, the pressure carried by the Hood is too great, not only the tonnage amplification again and again, but also the armor, power and electronics have been changed several times before they are completed.

On the day it was launched, many people came to Portsmouth Harbor. It was the first time since the war that so many British came to see the naval launching ceremony.

People hope that its majestic body can shield the British Empire from the wind and rain, and that it can support the glory of the imperial navy. Countless dreams that it can lead the fleet to defeat the terrible Far East fleet and sink even one enemy warships.

But in fact, it just hit a shell.

That's all!

Is it sarcasm? Is it a mockery?

No one knows.

But everyone saw the fact that when its huge body turned over on the sea, Nelson's descendants trembled at this moment! My hands are cold! The cheeks are stiff!

Everyone knows.

At this moment, it is not only a battlecruiser, but also a fleet, but a hundred-year sea power!

"Captain, they're coming!"

The young U.S. Navy staff officer did not seem to understand the meaning of the overturn of the Hood, and also forgot that Alabama had become a flagship. If there is something, he should tell the commander first, and still call his captain according to the habit.

Following his fingers, it is the battleship Medan, which splits the waves and the blood cloud dragon claw flag flutters in the wind.

"General." The American captain nodded to Jellico with determination: "I'm glad to be your flagship."

"Thank you."

Jerco slowly closed his eyes. When the 17,000 outer Medan completed its transverse and the bow and Alabama formed a parallel, he suddenly opened his eyes and pulled out the command knife he carried with him for the first time in everyone's eyes.

The snowy blade makes people feel a little chill.

People who are familiar with Jellico understand that this famous general, who has been accompanied by the British Imperial Navy since the age of 13, witnessed the peak of maritime power in the beautiful Victorian era, has made the final preparations.

The ship is dead, and the ship is dead.

This is not only the famous saying of General Deng Shichang of Jiawu Beiyang, but also the indelible last glory of the top navy.

"Fire!"

With Jelico's roar, Alabama broke out with unprecedented combat effectiveness, and eight 381mm main guns smashed shells crazily.

Chen Shaokuan's chest opposite him also burned the flame of battle.

When Li Xiuyan broke into the Atlantic with the Seventh Fleet and led the Austro-Hungarian fleet to defeat the powerful Italian-British joint fleet with a perfect personal performance in the Battle of Ionia, he was also unwilling to break into the Atlantic Ocean together.

There is no doubt that every warship has its own temper.

Medan's temper is low-key and calm, but murderous!

In the face of the crazy Alabama, the officers and soldiers on the Medan remained calm, and there was no change in the pace, but when you pinched the stopwatch and heard that the speed per minute was increased to 55 seconds, you knew that they were irritated.

Boom.

The British 750 kg 381 mm armor-piercing shell violently hit the main armor belt of the waterline. When there was a deep crack there, the 406 mm 1010 kg special heavy armor-piercing shell also hit the main armor belt of the opponent's stern.

The shell entered the hull along the armor, and the ammunition was twisted countless times during the continuous impact, and finally stopped in the restaurant and exploded.

Before this round of damage was blocked, the second 406mm armor-piercing shell had hit the combination of the bridge and mast of Alabama again. While the high cage mast collapsed obliquely, the opponent's 381mm shell also hit the chimney and drilled a big hole.

Round 11.

When the 381mm shell was about to hit the front of the Medanian No. 3 turret, the No. 3 turret also completed a volley. In the explosion, all the people in the turret were shocked and bleeding, but the shells they fired fulfilled their last wish.

The shell hit the middle of the two chimneys of the horn, drilled through the armor and entered the boiler compartment.

The shell, which had not yet exploded, twisted and smashed eight boilers. When it exploded and swept the other two boiler chambers again with shrapnel, the hot high-pressure steam didn't even have time to vent through the pressure relief valve, so it crashed into the sealed hatch and entered the passage. Dozens of running damaged pipe sailors were scalded by boiling hot water and steam. It becomes cooked meat.

"General."

The captain pulled Jelico, who was holding the command knife tightly, pointed to the sky, and the black fighter came back!

A mouthful of sweet blood suddenly spewed out of the mouth, and the red blood drops sprinkled all over the stage. It's a pleasure to work with you. Your mission has been completed. Leave." Jelko slowly pushed away the officer who came to help, took out a towel to dry the corners of his mouth, and then stationed the ground with a knife to give the order to abandon the ship.

Then, a telegram was sent

(to be continued)