Two Hundred and Fifty-Three Icy Sea Water

Anti-aircraft shells sprinkled into the sky as if they didn't need money, and the sailors on the British warship frantically defended their beloved battleship. They used 40mm iconic weapons to shoot frantically. To shoot down the German planes. (starting)

But obviously the speed of these German aircraft made the British Navy a little uncomfortable. The range of the bang bang guns in their hands is obviously shorter, and the steering is also more difficult because of their weight, which makes them somewhat powerless to deal with German aircraft.

A plane roared past the side of the warship, its wings gleaming coldly in the sun, and behind them, two British Gladiator fighter jets followed. Soon the British carrier-based anti-aircraft guns found this godsend opportunity, and dense shells hit the fw-190 torpedo attack aircraft. Before the German pilot had time to jump out, he followed the plane and crashed into the icy sea water.

"Number 1! The enemy's fighter jets didn't catch up and fought us at high altitude." The wingman pilot of the FW-190 torpedo attack aircraft captain said loudly in the headset: "They interfered with our bombing at low altitude and drove us out to become warships." A target for a cannon."

This is indeed the case. The British pilots are very experienced. They rushed up to attack the German plane while the German plane was slowing down and projecting torpedoes. This kind of pure cover play made the German naval aviation who lacked attack experience very uncomfortable. A torpedo plane was shot down more than a minute after the attack started, but their attack target was still in an unscathed state.

"That's right! We can't let these backward planes play like this in such a muddleheaded way!" The commander nodded and agreed: "Throw torpedoes from a distance! Interfere with the speed of these warships! Make them for the Stukas." Some opportunities."

"No. 2 understands! Take me to fly!" the wingman replied loudly.

Soon, the German fighters began to get out of the melee and began to climb rapidly. Those old-fashioned British gladiator fighters couldn't keep up with the speed of the German fighters at all, so they had to give up hunting and continue to hover at the low altitude of their own fleet, looking for opportunities.

"Stuka is coming!" The pilot of a fw-190 fighter saw the friendly forces in the sky and shouted loudly in the headset.

"Stuka formation! I am the commander of the FW-190 fighter formation. We have no way to defeat the opponent's air defense force. We need your cooperation." The captain said loudly while circling at high altitude.

The captain of the Stuka bomber replied: "It seems that you have suffered a lot, what do we need to do?"

The captain of the fw-190 fighter jet thought for a while and replied: "You dive and attack, and my torpedo plane bites you and dives! If those old-fashioned biplanes dare to come over, leave it to us! You concentrate on dealing with the battleship!"

"Okay!" Stuka's captain immediately agreed to this tactical arrangement: "All bombers! Follow the attack mission just assigned! Lock on the target! Bomber No. 2,

you follow me! Let's deal with that battleship. "

He sent a signal to the pilot of the plane he was flying in. The pilot in the front row nodded, and as soon as he pushed the joystick, the whole plane began to dive violently. The commander leaned on his seat and felt himself start to lie backwards, getting closer to the level bit by bit.

The sound-generating device on the Stuka began to howl terribly, like a falcon falling from the sky and rushing towards its target. The scope on the driver's dashboard was aligned with the largest target in the center of the British fleet, shaking violently in the center of the battleship's funnel and bridge.

"Thug! Chug!" The 20mm machine gun on the Stuka's wing fired violently, and the tracer bullets flew towards their target with light. Soon, a cloud of sparks and smoke rose from the middle of the battleship where the nose was facing. One of the bang bang cannons completely misfired. At this time, the entire Stuka swooped faster.

Seeing that the main target they were guarding was in trouble, the British Gladiator fighter jets circling at low altitude rushed up quickly. They hoped to use old tactics to interfere with the Stuka's bombing and reduce the loss of the battleship.

But soon they suffered a lot. When they started to pull up, the fw-190 fighter jet that descended from the sky just accelerated to the most advantageous state. The speed of the entire fighter jet was close to 600 km/h, and the machine guns began to spray violently. When the flames burst into flames, these old British biplane fighters were unable to respond at all, and they were smashed into pieces one after another.

"Hold on! Drop the bomb!" The pilot of the Stuka bomber yelled loudly and pulled up the plane suddenly. The speed of the whole plane seemed to slow down suddenly, and the commander sitting behind felt his internal organs were stuck to his back. But the violent shaking of the fuselage let him know that the 600-pound bomb hanging in the center of the belly of the fuselage had broken away from the fuselage.

And behind this Stuka bomber, another Stuka is also pulling up and climbing. The throwing device with the bomb hanging under its belly is still swaying, and it can be seen at a glance that a heavy object has been thrown out just now.

Sitting behind the pilot, the commander endured a huge inertial overload and watched the sky get farther and farther away from him with the machine gun in his hand. Finally, he could see the sea level in the distance through the tail rudder of the plane, followed by a A British destroyer and cruiser spouting flames appeared in his sight.

Until the end, he finally saw the target of his plane's attack. On both sides of the battleship, all kinds of artillery were firing fiercely at his plane. He saw a bullet hit the plane's tail, leaving a small hole in it.

He pulls the trigger. The G42 machine gun made a unique sound of tearing cloth, and the tracer bullets could clearly tell him that his bullets did indeed fly towards that target. But he couldn't feel what his bullet had hit, because the target was so big that he couldn't even see if the sailor running on it was hit and fell down.

On the bridge of the British battleship HMS Malaya, the commander is carefully watching the battle scene in the sky through the glass window. To be honest, as a naval veteran of World War I, the captain did not believe that the German naval aviation could bring any damage to his warship.

He knows how strong his warship is. Under the deck is an armor plate more than one decimeter thick. These armors are designed to ensure the safety of the battleship during large-caliber artillery battles! Then there are countless watertight cabins and steel plate partitions below, and the ammunition depot is protected by reinforced armor. This warship can be said to be a steel fortress floating on the sea—how could it be hit by a small carrier-based aircraft? Shen?

However, when he saw that the German planes in the sky began to change their tactics, and after circling in the sky to meet another batch of planes that had arrived, they began to dive down rapidly, his heart still trembled inexplicably. He didn't understand what the German pilots were up to, but he had a premonition.

Suddenly, he felt his feet tremble, and his battleship seemed to be hit by something, and then his battleship suddenly shook to the left, as if a huge wave hit his starboard side. He looked to his starboard side, where the glass was splashed with splashes.

"My God! Can the carrier-based aircraft carry such a large bomb?" The captain muttered, and started to move to his starboard side while talking. After taking two steps, the whole warship suddenly jumped up. , he felt his feet leave the floor, he lost his balance and slammed into the chart table in front of him.

"My God! You hit it!" The commander of the Stuka bomber formation held a machine gun and shouted loudly. He saw the whole thing in full swing, the bombs dropped by his wingmen hitting the targets they wanted to destroy.

The bomb dropped by his bomber hit the starboard side railing of the battleship, and fell into the sea with a row of railings on the starboard side of the battleship, and the Stuka bomb behind him accurately hit a bang bang The gun turret, after destroying the bang bang gun there, smashed into the deck of the Malayan battleship, and stumbled all the way into the interior of the battleship.

Then his plane continued to lift, and he saw his delayed bomb explode in the sea, splashing a huge water column tens of meters high, which caused the battleship on one side to shake slightly. Then, he saw a terrifying scene that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

The entire Malayan battleship trembled—it did tremble, very violently. Then the middle of the battleship was suddenly pushed up by something, like an inflated balloon.

Can you imagine tens of thousands of tons of steel being twisted, stretched, and then completely torn and destroyed? Can you believe that hundreds of meters of road suddenly collapsed and destroyed? Can you picture in your mind the scene of a powerful air wave lifting a person into the sky? Have you ever heard a violent explosion that can still be deafening through the thick canopy and headphones?

The entire battlefield seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. The roar of the aircraft engine, the crazy shouts of teammates in the earphones, and the explosion of anti-aircraft shells could not be heard. It was as if God appeared in the sky to welcome As people enter his arms.

As the plane climbed toward the sky, the sound gradually returned to reality. The commander didn't care about restraint, grabbed the communicator and shouted loudly: "No. 2! No. 2! You hit it! God! You hit it!"

The huge explosion frightened the British who were desperately fighting back. They stared blankly at what happened before them, and didn't even know what to do. A thick puff of black smoke gushes from the funnel of the battleship Malaya.

"Did you see it? The lead plane! I hit him! I hit him!" The wingman's frantic shouts came into the headset: "My God! I was hit too! My navigator was shot Hit! He's hit!"

The water in the Atlantic Ocean is still icy cold, and this naval battle is destined to change something.

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