Two Hundred Fifty-Four Is Different

The fighter jets and bombers in the sky seemed to be vultures smelling rotten corpses. The battleship Malaya, which had been maintaining a speed of more than 15 knots, tilted at a speed visible to the naked eye after the explosion, and the superstructure was emitting thick black smoke. The speed also slowed down all of a sudden, as if he couldn't move at all. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

Originally like a hedgehog, the battleship was covered with anti-aircraft guns in the middle, but now there are very few counterattacks, and the fire is burning, bringing out billowing smoke to cover the sky. The flag of the Royal Navy, which once represented the invincibility of the British Empire, was burning in the flames, and there were sailors running for their lives on the battleship everywhere.

This bomb directly penetrated the horizontal armor plate in the middle of the battleship, and then stumbled all the way into the ammunition magazine of a 76mm secondary gun of the battleship. The shells hoarded in this ammunition depot exploded and destroyed a cabin not far away, and the powerful impact force killed a boiler of the Malaya.

Sea water poured into the broken cabin, and the entire Malaya began to tilt, but the battle-hardened British naval soldiers were working hard to rescue their warship. This level of damage would not kill a battleship with a full load displacement of 33,000 tons. .

On the bridge, the battered and bloody captain of the Malaya finally got up from the ground. He looked around and saw sailors and officers lying on the ground and humming everywhere. Of course, more people got up by themselves. Was in a daze trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Contact damage control! I want to know the extent of the damage to the ship! Send someone out to see what's going on! ... Telegram the Eagle and tell them we've been hit and need more air cover. "The captain ordered while getting up.

A staff officer looked at him in horror, then immediately turned around and shouted to the surrounding sailors and officers: "The captain is injured! Call the medical soldiers!"

"I'm fine!" The captain shouted furiously, "Go down yourself! Go to the middle of the hull and show me the damage! Immediately! Immediately! Go!"

The staff officer nodded at attention and hurried out of the bridge command room. A soldier ran in in a panic and stood at attention beside the captain: "Report to the captain! The ship was shot in the middle, and the ship is sinking."

"Let the damage control personnel start to repair the loopholes now! Quickly repair! Quick!" The captain's face changed drastically when he heard it, and he hurriedly ordered: "Order to fill the watertight cabin on the port side! Adjust the tilt of the battleship!"

In the sky, the German pilots are climbing again to find their altitude. The short firefight just now fully demonstrated the absolute superiority of the German fighters in quality. They shot down 7 British Gladiator fighters trying to interfere with the Stuka bombing in one go, recovering all the losses just now.

"It seems that next time we don't have to lose the torpedo in such a hurry to fight, their planes are not our opponents,

Even with torpedoes they can't do anything about us. team leader! "The wingman yelled into the headset as he climbed.

"Shut up! Watch out for those cruisers! Anti-aircraft guns! My God!" The commander of the fw-190 formation carefully operated the plane to avoid the shells fired by the British warships, while climbing his height: " Order the brothers to form! Let's hit them hard!"

"No. 4! No. 4! Pull up! No. 9! Stop entanglement! Pull up! We are forming at high altitude, and then continue to dive!" The wingman repeated in the headset.

A Gladiator fighter's eyes were red, and a Stuka climbed rapidly. He bit the Stuka's tail and kept firing. However, the fighter pilots of the German Navy obviously would not let go of such a good opportunity. Two climbing FW-190 fighter jets came over and beat this crazy British plane into parts halfway.

"Hey! That battleship is on fire! See that?" a fighter pilot exclaimed, glancing below the clouds.

"Brother Stuka hit it! Brother Stuka hit that battleship!" said another voice also in the headset.

"Keep the formation!" The commander of the fw-190 formation glanced at the smoking battleship Malayan, and ordered: "Help the Stuka fleet get rid of the tail! Then we dive and drop bombs, the British planes just messed up , we take advantage of the chaos and continue to attack."

On the Eagle aircraft carrier, the commander of the Royal Navy's Southward Fleet 1 put down the binoculars in his hand, glanced at the captain of the Eagle aircraft carrier beside him, and sighed: "How many Gladiator fighters are there? Let's all take to the skies now."

"Fighters take off urgently!" The captain ordered loudly: "Let Swordfish take off too! Don't mount bombs, and use air defense cover for the entire fleet! Hurry up!"

"Adjust the course and sail west! I hope the German navy doesn't have the courage to catch up." The fleet commander looked at the smoking Malaya in the distance, and added: "The Malaya can sustain Retreat at maximum speed."

"Yes! Commander!" The captain nodded and gave an order: "Send only a signal to the surrounding escort ships. After 2 minutes, all of them will turn right and head due west..."

"Two minutes later! Head west!" The first officer repeated the captain's order loudly.

"Send a telegram to the United Kingdom! The Malaya was damaged, and our fleet gave up the task of besieging the German fleet and returned immediately." The fleet commander added.

"Yes!" The telegraph officer on one side nodded and recorded the commander's order.

"Signal to the Malaya to confirm the damage. Ask if we can help..." While he was still giving orders, an officer who had been looking into the distance with his binoculars put down the binoculars.

His face was terrified, and his voice was trembling: "Sir! The German planes are attacking again!"

"Started to attack again?" asked incredulously, the fleet commander picked up the binoculars and looked towards the sea. In the distance, German planes began a new round of dive attacks.

"My God! When did the war on the sea become different from before? How could an air strike from an aircraft take off from an aircraft carrier carry such a heavy bomb and last for so long?" the fleet commander said. While looking at the German plane, he muttered in his mouth.

It has become different. The German pilots in the sky finally understand what the so-called long-distance naval battle of the head of state looks like. After all, the giant cannons of large ships are no match for the ravages of carrier-based aircraft. After twenty years of development, carrier-based aircraft finally have the power to challenge the supremacy of the sea. Those seemingly hard armor and sharp spears will have no effect when densely packed bullets sweep over.

"The fighter planes that have dropped the bombs are covering! We approach these warships at low altitude! Then drop torpedoes at the right position!" The commander of the fw-190 fighter jets swooped down while issuing an attack order, and there was an obedient answer from the earphones.

The Gladiator fighter jets in the low altitude came forward bravely, hoping to interfere with the bombing trajectory of the German planes, but with cover experience and unprecedented morale improvement, the German plane formation obviously did not fall into panic again. Attacking warships with needles, and covering each other to kill British fighter jets from time to time, the entire sky seemed to be occupied by these German fighter jets painted in gray camouflage.

Soon, German planes caught a gap in a British warship. Two fw-190s with torpedoes attached to the water surface threw the torpedoes hanging under their belly into the water. The tail propellers of the two torpedoes stirred in the sea water, drawing two white straight lines, and rushed towards the British warship in front of them.

Apparently the British destroyer at the outermost edge saw these two deadly things, and the entire battleship began to slow down violently, and the entire hull made the sound of steel squeezing. However, the destroyer's efforts were rewarded, and it successfully avoided the two white lines of death. Two white lines in the sea brushed against the bow of the destroyer and swam past the destroyer, advancing further.

Not far from the destroyer, a huge water column rose into the sky, and a cruiser was turning sharply to avoid the Stuka bombers rushing down from the sky. It successfully avoided the attack from the sky, but was hit by a torpedo sent by the destroyer.

The beautiful bow of this light cruiser was hit by a torpedo, and a huge explosion followed. This light cruiser was obviously not as rough and fleshy as the battleship Malaya. After a violent explosion, the entire battleship It began to sink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The entire bow of this light cruiser has been blown off, and a hole about the size of a fighter jet is being violently poured into sea water. Due to the huge vibration, the dual-mounted main guns in front are pointed at their own deck.

"Penelope! Penelope has been hit!" On the bridge of the British flagship Eagle aircraft carrier, an officer screamed like a terrified woman, However, he was not reprimanded for such a gaffe. Everyone looked at the sea not far away in horror. The bow of the hit light cruiser exploded again. The huge explosion directly blew up a front turret. It seemed that the ammunition depot was caused by the fire. There was also a shock that exploded.

Not knowing what to say, the commander of the British fleet suddenly looked at the commander of the carrier-based aircraft on the aircraft carrier, and asked, "Where are our bombers? Have they sent back any news?"

Before the officer could answer, another violent explosion suddenly occurred on the port side of the battleship Malaya not far away, and a puff of black smoke rose from the middle of the Malaya. , Even without a telescope, you can see many parts of the battleship flying into the sky with the explosion.

The battleship Malaya was over, and this idea suddenly appeared in the hearts of all the British naval officers present.

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