Chapter 197: The 'tide' rises! The roar of steel! (21)

"Report, the commander-in-chief called."

Betty, who was still very arrogant just now, immediately pulled down his face and raised his hand with a gloomy expression: "Give it to me."

After browsing the message quickly without expectation, Betty waved his hand weakly: "Revoke the order just now and notify all ships. The whole team will continue to move towards the return point of the air raid team, and then return to the original route after the plane is recovered."

The staff looked at each other, wanting to speak but stopping, allowing Betty's vengeful malicious gaze to pass through their faces one by one.

"Did you hear it? No night battle! Do what you should do! By the way, who can tell me how the two half-dead flat-topped boats are now?"

Facing Betty's roar of poisonous 'sex', one of the young staff members mustered up the courage to respond: "According to the report ten minutes ago, in the second wave of the enemy's attack, the Eagle hit 3 lightnings, the Hundred-Eye Giant hit 2 lightnings, and the cruiser hit Adicia hit 1 lightning. All ships have tilted at a high angle and are sinking rapidly... Also reported that there are 6 fighters on the Eagle hit thunder, 7 attack reconnaissance aircraft, 6 fighters on the Hundred-Eye Giant hit thunder, and 5 attack reconnaissance aircraft..."

"Kill the target? They are still smart - has the battle report from Hood come here?"

"Yes, according to the aircraft carrier air strike team's return, it was confirmed that it hit 2 enemy aircraft carriers, 1 to 2 cruisers or destroyers."

Betty's iron-plate-like face finally stretched a little, and the hands that were holding in front of her abdomen subconsciously rubbed each other: "Very good. If both ships were sunk, it would be 2 to 2. Even if only one ship was sunk, we still have the support of the shore-based aviation force. In fact, we have two aircraft carrier squadrons, and the one in Westland is safer. Their aircraft are all carried on the 'unsinkable aircraft carrier'..."

"But the enemy also has shore-based aviation troops. According to the Army's notice, their long-range bombers can fly directly to Kolkata." A bold senior staff member "screw" in and reminded.

Betty sneered: "If their fighter planes could fly directly to Kolkata, we can turn around and return to Mumbai now--no, let's go back to the Atlantic Ocean."

"Report, the Guanghui call to inform the news - our carrier-based aircraft are returning to the airplane one after another, and landing operations are underway. Pay attention to identification of air defense combat positions of each ship and beware of accidental injuries."

After listening to the report, Betty patted the armrests of the chair with no concern: "I'm finally back... I ask, how many have they been back?"

A quarter of an hour later, the young staff member who was ordered to contact him came back anxiously with the telegram.

Betty, holding the coffee cup in her hand, raised her head lazily and glanced at him casually: "How is it? What's the news?"

"Only 69 of the 166 aircraft were confirmed to return, of which...44 were still left behind and returned early. Among them, only 10 fighter jets and 15 attack aircraft actually participated in the attack insisted on reaching the return destination..."

Betty blinked in surprise, suddenly narrowed his eyes indifferently, took a sip of the fragrant and hot coffee, and murmured like a self-talking: "In this way, we don't have to worry about losing those two aircraft carriers, the return plane has nowhere to accommodate, right?"

"Is this... going to report to the commander-in-chief immediately?"

Betty lowered her head and thought for a while, raised a finger and circled it in the air: "No, later, we need more accurate and trustworthy numbers. Using unproven numbers to disturb the commander-in-chief's idea is a crime, understand?"

...

Less than 100 nautical miles east of the "Lion", the new flagship of the East Asian Combined Fleet Mobile Force, Major General Bi Lingbo, who had just taken command from Liang Shuming, was standing on the observing platform protruding on the side of the flight deck outside the aviation bridge, holding the railings with both hands, silently greeting the first aviation attack wave of returning.

One, two, three... beautiful! This one is a bit overwhelming... Fortunately... wait, dangerous!

The crew members who had the opportunity to come to the deck were like Bi Lingbo, and were worriedly witnessing a series of aircraft with bright bullet holes, oily and blood stains entering from the back of the deck, bruising and bruising across the deck, or instantly hooking a certain blocking cable, or flying at full speed when they missed the last cable...

Close to Bi Lingbo's side, Lieutenant Colonel Jiang Ye, who was holding a telescope, suddenly discovered the New World, and kept muttering: "Rising Sun Crane? That one was from the Captain Cai Guolan. Why did it shake so hard? It looks a bit troublesome - hold on... Oh no! It's too low, too low! Pull it up, pull it up, pull it up... This, I x! I fell into the water, what's this... Hey, from there, please inform the rescue ship, the one was the flower of our first team just now, and we must rescue it--live!"

Bi Lingbo heard it harshly, snatched the telescope and threw it into the bridge.

Jiang Ye blinked in a daze: "Commander...I..."

"It's so noisy... Make your records well. Everyone is working hard on their own positions. If you want to leisure, go to the kitchen to wash vegetables." Bi Lingbo obviously had no good mood. Jiang Ye hurriedly shut up, squatted aside honestly, counted the plane, and wrote records.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the aviation bridge, and a messenger holding a telegraph paper suddenly blocked the narrow hatch that connected the bridge to the platform.

"Report, the call from the destroyer Guiyang: The crew of Dapeng has been transferred, and the second ship of Hengyang Qinyang is being dealt with by lightning. I hope to meet with your commander as soon as possible. The above - Wang Zilong, 17:35."

Bi Lingbo sneered and raised his hand expressionlessly: "I understand, reply: I received it, please move closer to our team."

When the messenger left, Jiang Ye, who was huddling in the corner, couldn't help but sneer: "I really want to accept them? These guys are better off martyring all the ships to this point-"

Bi Lingbo frowned and shouted: "Stop! Although I don't agree with Commander Liang's approach, I still hope that he is safe and sound. Without him, our aircraft carrier mobile forces would not have the status they are today. We, the empire, still need his paranoid... Maybe history is driven by his paranoid... "

Jiang Ye shook his head with a wry smile, raised his arm to point at a "Golden Eagle" attack aircraft not far away that gently shook its wings to express his "ready to land": "Commander, face it - this should be the last of the first attack wave."

...

The red sun sets in the west, and the night falls slowly. Under the guidance of the "Yunpeng", the mobile troops and the 58 warships of the reconnaissance units turned around 180 degrees on the black sea, galloping towards the north.

After the first attack wave was recovered at 17:40, the second attack wave that began to land at 18:30 was recovered at this time. In the officers' conference room at the lower part of the "Yunpeng" island, including Liang Shuming, who had been deprived of command, more than a dozen senior officers were sitting in different faces, listening to the summary report of Lieutenant Colonel Jiang Ye's losses.

"In the first attack wave of 24 ships, 17 were successfully landed, 2 were watered near the fleet, and all pilots were rescued, and 7 were confirmed to be lost; 90 ships attacked, 46 were successfully landed, 3 were watered near the fleet, and 5 crews rescued, and 44 were confirmed to be lost."

"In the second attack wave of 12 ships, 6 were successfully landed, 1 was water near the fleet, and the pilots did not rescue them, and 6 were confirmed to be lost; 72 ships attacked, 49 were successfully landed, 1 was water near the fleet, and 2 crew rescued, and 23 were confirmed to be lost."

"In the 24 aircraft carrier guards battle, 8 crashed or were under water, and four pilots were rescued."

"Among the waves of reconnaissance aircraft sent, 3 ship reconnaissance and 2 water reconnaissance have not returned, and the losses have been recorded. Another 3 ship reconnaissance sank with the Dapeng."

"The above total lost 21 ship battles, 67 ship attacks, 6 ship reconnaissance, 2 water reconnaissance, and 6 water reconnaissance pilots and 7 ship attack crew members. In addition, the injuries of the landing aircraft are still under test, and it is estimated that 15 to 20% of the return aircraft will not be able to strike again in the short term."

Bi Lingbo, who was holding his hands on the table, shook his shoulders slightly, and then Jiang Ye continued: "That's all the losses of the aircraft. We already know the losses of the warship. The Dapeng aircraft carrier abandoned the ship and was dismissed by our destroyer on its own. The Qingyang destroyer blocked a thunder for the Yunpeng and disappeared in less than half an hour. Half of the crew below the captain had no news."

"Of course, it is very depressing to just raise the losses. I personally think that instead of pursuing the losses, it is better to count how many cards we still have in our hands first, because after this night, we still have a big battle, which is more decisive than today...the battle of fate."

It seemed that he felt a little pretentious when he spoke like this. Bi Lingbo pretended to cough, cleared his throat, and immediately ordered Jiang Ye: "How many planes do we have to use tomorrow - at least."
Chapter completed!