Chapter 253: Icy sea water

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Anti-aircraft artillery shells spilled into the sky like no money. The sailors on the British ship furiously defended their beloved warships. They used a 40-mm iconic weapon to shoot crazy guns and wanted to shoot down the German aircraft.
But obviously the speed of these German aircraft made the British Navy a bit uncomfortable. The range of the sling guns in their hands is obviously relatively close, and the steering is also difficult because of the heavy weight, resulting in some inability to deal with the German aircraft.
A plane roared past the side of the warship, its wings gleaming coldly in the sun, and behind them were two British gladiators. Soon the British shipboard anti-aircraft guns found this God-given opportunity, and intensive artillery shells hit the fw-190 torpedo attack aircraft. The German pilot had no time to parachute, so he followed the plane into the cold water.
"No. 1! The enemy fighters are not catching up and fighting us at high altitudes." The wingman pilot of the fw-190 torpedo attacked the captain's aircraft said loudly in the headset: "They interfered with us and dropped bombs at low altitudes, driving us into warships. Cannon target. "
This is indeed the case. British pilots are very experienced. They rushed to attack the German aircraft while the German aircraft slowed down and projected torpedoes. This pure cover-up approach made the German naval aviation inexperienced very uncomfortable. It was shot down a torpedo plane more than a minute after the attack, but their attack target was still intact.
"That's right! We can't make these backward planes so foolish!" The commander nodded and agreed: "Throwing torpedoes from a distance! Interfere with the speed of these warships! Build for Stuka." Some opportunities. "
"No. 2 understand! You fly with me!" The wingman replied loudly.
Soon, the German fighter began to break away from the dogfight and began to climb rapidly. Those old-fashioned British gladiator fighters simply couldn't keep up with the speed of the German fighters, so they gave up hunting and continued to hover at the low altitude of their fleet to find opportunities.
"Stuka is here!" The pilot of an fw-190 fighter saw the friendly troops in the sky and yelled loudly in his headphones.
"Stuka formation! I'm the commander of the fw-190 fighter formation. We can't break through the opponent's air defense forces. You need to cooperate." The captain said aloud while hovering 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 thought about it and answered: "You are diving and attacking, my torpedo plane is biting you and diving! If those old-fashioned biplanes dare to come over, leave it to us! You concentrate on the battleship!"
"Okay!" The captain of Stuka immediately agreed to this tactical arrangement: "All bombers! According to the attack mission just assigned! Lock the target! Bomber 2, you follow me! Let's deal with that battleship."
He gave a signal to the pilot he was flying in. The pilot in the front row nodded, and as soon as he pushed the joystick, the entire plane began to dive violently. The commander leaned on his seat, feeling that he began to lie back, approaching the level little by little.
The sounding device on Stuka began to make a wailing howl, just like an eagle falcon falling from the sky to his goal. The sight on the driver's instrument panel registered the largest target in the center of the British fleet, shaking violently in the center of the chimney and bridge of the battleship.
"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The 20mm caliber cannon on the wing of Stuka fired fiercely, and the tracer flew to his target with light. Soon the nose of the warship was facing the center of the battleship, and there was a spark and smoke. One of the guns was completely misfired. At this time, the entire Stuka dive was faster.
At a glance, the British two-winged gladiator fighters hovering at low altitude saw the main goal of their escort, and quickly rushed up. They hoped to use old tactics to interfere with Stuttgart's bombardment and reduce the loss of the warship.
But soon they suffered. When they began to pull up, the fw-190 fighter jet that fell from the sky just accelerated to its most advantageous state. The speed of the entire fighter jet was close to 600 km / h, and the gun began to violently spray. Flametongue, these old-fashioned British biplane fighters could not react at all, so they were shattered into pieces.
"Stabilize! Throw a bomb!" The driver of the Stuka bomber shouted loudly and suddenly pulled up the aircraft. The speed of the whole aircraft seemed to slow down suddenly. The commander sitting behind felt that his internal organs had already been Sticking to his back. But the trembling tremor of the fuselage let him know that the 600-pound bomb hanging in the center of the abdomen escaped the fuselage.
And behind this Stuka bomber, another Stuka is also pulling up and climbing. The tossing device with the bomb hanging under its belly was still sloshing, and at a glance, it was known that a heavy object had just been thrown out.
Sitting behind the pilot, the commander endured a huge inertial overload, holding the machine gun and watching the sky farther and farther away from him, and finally he could see the distant sea level through the rudder of the aircraft, followed by one by one The British destroyer spouting flames and the cruiser appeared in his sight.
Until the end, he finally saw the target attacked by his plane dive. On both sides of the battleship, various artillery fired fiercely at his plane. He saw a bullet hit the tail of the plane, leaving a small hole in it.
He pulled the trigger. The g42 machine gun made a unique sound of tearing the cloth, and the tracer could clearly tell him that his bullet did indeed fly to the target. But he couldn't feel his bullet hit anything, because the target was so big that he couldn't even see if the sailor was hit and fell.
On the bridge of the British battleship Malaya, the commander is carefully watching the battle scenes in the sky through the glass windows. To be honest, as a naval veteran of the First World War, the captain did not believe that the German naval aviation could cause any damage to his warship.
He knew how sturdy his battleship was. Below the deck were armor plates more than a decimeter thick. These armor were designed to ensure the safety of warships during large-caliber artillery battles! Then below are countless watertight cabins with steel partitions, ammunition depots and reinforced armor protection. This battleship can be said to be a steel fortress floating on the sea-how could it be sunk by a small carrier aircraft?
However, when he saw the German planes in the sky began to change their tactics, after circling the sky and merging another batch of planes coming over, he began to dive and descend rapidly, his heart still shivered inexplicably. He did not understand what these German pilots were doing, but he had an ominous hunch.
Suddenly, he felt a tremor under his feet. His battleship seemed to be hit by something. Then his battleship suddenly shook to the left, as if a huge wave hit his starboard side. He looked at his starboard side, where the glass was splashed with splashes of water.
"My God! Can the carrier aircraft carry such a large bomb?" The captain muttered in his mouth, and while talking, he began to move to his starboard side. Only two steps were taken, and the entire warship suddenly jumped up. , He felt his feet off the floor, the whole person lost his balance and hit the chart table in front.
"My God! You hit it!" The commander of the Stuka bomber formation cried out with a machine gun. He saw the whole process, and the bombs dropped by his wingmen hit the target they wanted to destroy.
The bomb dropped by his bomber hit the railing on the starboard side of the battleship, and a row of railings was planted into the sea on the starboard side of the battleship, and the Stuka bomb that followed him accurately hit a roar. The artillery turret, after destroying the squirting gun there, smashed into the deck of the battleship Malayan and stumbled into the interior of the battleship.
Then his plane continued to lift, and he saw his time-delay bomb explode in the sea, splashing a huge water column tens of meters high, which caused the battleships on the side to shake slightly. Later, he saw a terrible picture that he would never forget.
The entire Malayan battleship shuddered--it was indeed trembling, very trembling. Then the central part of the battleship was suddenly lifted by something, like a bulging balloon.
Can you imagine a scene where tens of thousands of tons of steel are twisted, stretched, and then completely torn and destroyed? Can you believe that the road of hundreds of meters suddenly cracked and destroyed? Can you draw a powerful air wave in your mind to lift people to the sky? Have you ever heard the violent explosion sound still deafening through the heavy aircraft hatch and headphones?
The entire battlefield seemed to be quiet at once, no sound of the roar of the aircraft engine, no mad shouts of teammates in the headphones, no explosion of anti-aircraft shells, as if God appeared in the sky, welcoming people into him The arms are average.
As the plane climbed towards the sky, the sound returned to reality little by little. The commander was not restrained and shouted loudly, holding the talker: "No. 2! No. 2! You hit it! God! You hit it!"
The loud explosion made the British who fought back furiously staring at what happened in front of them without even knowing what to do. A thick black smoke spewed from the chimney of the battleship Malaya.
"Did you see it? Long machine! I hit him! I hit him!" A crazy cry from the wingman passed into the headset: "My God! I have also been hit! My pilot was Hit! He was hit! "
The water on the Atlantic is still cold, and this naval battle is destined to change something.