Chapter 198: The thunderous sound! The song of the cannon giant ship! (14)

At 14:40, the Thunder Bridge.

"Balham releases smoke screen and exits the battle line-"

Lieutenant General Yuan Feng, who was wearing a military cap and showing half of his shaved back of his head, listened to the report of the observation post, and indifferently tilted the Tang-style saber in his hand: "Don't worry about it, pursue the enemy brigade with all his strength."

After a few minutes, regardless of the injury at the bow, the Thunder, which was determined to sail at full speed, passed through the black and gray smoke belt released by the Betty fleet in the right front. The sudden appearance of the scene in front of him made Yuan Feng subconsciously take a breath: the long steel wall that was spreading horizontally in front of him, which stretched for more than ten kilometers was...

The report of the observation post in the electric speaker was filled with unconcealed trembling: "On the direction at 0 o'clock! Confirm the shadow of the enemy's main force! 17 warships, 8 large cruisers! Heading 155, speed 20 knots, distance - 17,000 yards!"

"***, so accurate? It's still so close!"

Yuan Feng was so angry that he poked the tip of the knife on the floor, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand to order: "All ships follow the flagship, turn left with 9 prayer points."

A major staff officer who has always been steady immediately reminded: "Commander, in this way we have to enter the same course with the enemy with absolute advantage."

Yuan Feng raised his face and spitted starry-spiking and said boldly: "So what? Our mission is to hold the enemy and cover our main force to launch. Now the enemy's main force has finally appeared. It is a God-given opportunity! Grab them, bite them, and pester them all, and this is what you want!"

"But, the distance is too close..."

"When you get closer, let these frogs in the well see clearly what the strong ships and guns of our Celestial Dynasty have been launched!"

Before he finished speaking, the speaker screamed again: "The enemy warship column opened fire on all sides, pay attention to preventing impact!"

Yuan Feng raised his eyes and the orange-red flames blooming in front of him were so dazzling. The long ship covering the sea antenna 17,000 yards away was immediately covered by clusters of thick gray smoke like cotton candy.

There is no need to wait too long. Accompanied by the terrifying whistling, dozens of terrifying tall water columns jumped up on the sea surface with a radius of 1,000 meters in a few seconds. Just tons of sea water that was nearly missing, the Thunder's nearly 220-meter-long hull had been washed from beginning to end.

The major took advantage of the situation and said, "Commander, it is too dangerous to continue like this. Please order the smoke screen to be released and turn around together!"

Yuan Feng wiped his eyes, took a long breath, and said fiercely: "Transfer my order just now, and no word is allowed to be changed!"

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The flagship of the mobile force, the "Jin Falcon", is the flagship of the mobile force.

"...Confirm the recovery of 17 ship attacks and 9 ship battles, among which the number of aircraft that can continue to fight is 14 ship attacks including 2 command aircraft and 8 ship fights. There are 2 ship attacks and 1 ship fights and 1 ship fights and all the crews are rescued. Above——"

Swallowed the last small piece of toast bread in his hand, lifted up his military cap and fanned it on his face - "exposed a naturally rolled tea-colored and fluffy hair, Lieutenant General Bi Lingbo, the acting commander of the mobile army, had just reported to Lieutenant Colonel Jiang Ye, who had a restless look on his face, nodded: "I understand."

"Do you want to launch the third attack wave?" Chief Counselor Prince Long asked worriedly.

Bi Lingbo lowered his face, put on his military cap, straightened his head slightly, and shook his head: "The current mission is to fully cover the main force. In addition to the necessary self-defense aircraft, available aircraft are sent to patrol the main force one after another. This is the only way."

While speaking, Major Wu Xianyun, the communications consultant, appeared at the main hatch of the bridge with a coffee cup in his hand, and reported with a wilted face: "The Falcon reported that the hole that was exploded by a torpedo yesterday began to leak again, and he requested to temporarily leave the formation for emergency repair."

Bi Lingbo frowned, swallowed a mouthful of bitter coffee, squinted his eyes and said nothing.

The silence of the Han Ren continued for half a cigarette. Wang Zilong twisted the stubble on his chin and said first: "The remaining planes are not enough to fill our ships. It is better to let the Falcon sail to Port Blair first, while repairing and receiving the reserve fleet in preparation for the continued battle."

"That's it." Bi Lingbo agreed without thinking. Just as the moment it put down the coffee cup in his hand, a communications soldier leaned into his head from outside the main hatch of the bridge: "Report, the Pinghai call--"

"It's still here..." Bi Lingbo seemed to have a premonition and murmured helplessly.

When Jiang Ye saw something wrong with Bi Lingbo, he urged the correspondents to himself: "Isn't you happy to read it."

"Yes - I ordered your unit to draw out the 3rd and 5th teams of the Equipment Patrol, and combine it into the Mobile Patrol Detachment to chase the main force at full speed in preparation for dispatch."

"How could this happen!" Prince Long angrily snatched the telegram from the communications soldier, confirmed the content of the telegram with his own eyes, sighed, shook his head like a rattle, and raised his hand to pass it to Bi Lingbo.

"It seems that Commander Sa has concluded that we have lost our value. The birds are all hidden, and the rabbits are dead and the dogs are cooked." Wu Xianyun put his hands on the back of his head and sneered in his nose.

Jiang Ye shrugged and counted his fingers to analyze: "Yesterday we lost the destroyer Qingyang. When Hengyang hit the enemy submarine at noon, the engine was damaged. The Lianyang was towed back first. When Dapeng returned first, he took away the destroyers Guiyang, Qinyang and Light Patrol Cloud Leopard and Rain Leopard. Now he wants to let the Lie Falcon to head to Blair Port. The minimum escort force also requires a light patrol of 1, 2, and 6 more powerful air defense firepower Shanzi equipped patrols, the cover force of this ship is only three light patrols with limited air defense firepower and nine Yangzi destroyers. If they are attacked by the enemy's shore-based aviation forces again, I'm afraid..."

Bi Lingbo smiled bitterly with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and said, "Stop saying useless things, execute the order."

"Is it okay to fight for it?" Jiang Ye was very unwilling.

"What is an order?" Bi Lingbo raised his head and asked.

Jiang Ye was silent.

Prince Long punched his thigh and said with a pain: "I understand, execute it immediately."

Jiang Ye stomped his feet with hatred, turned around and pushed away the innocent communication soldier who happened to be blocking the cabin door, climbed onto the observation platform outside the aviation bridge on the gangway, and saw a depressed figure kneeling on the ground with his knees and his arms hanging outside the railing, looking up at something.

Jiang Ye blinked and immediately recognized him as Captain Qi Peng, the squadron leader of the Dapeng 116 attack squadron. His clothes and hair were still dry, and his face was covered with fresh black smoke except for his eyes. It seemed that he was a member of the 14 lucky "Golden Eagle" crew of the Second Attack Bona.

"Isn't this Captain Qi? What are you looking at?"

Qi Peng murmured without looking back, "Bing'er, good sister, come back quickly, I know you are still alive, you must still be alive... It's all my fault, why didn't you knock you out before attacking... No, you shouldn't join the army at all. All generals and marshals are shit, worthless, nothing is as good as living freely, flying freely, like before, circus or ring matches, as long as you still..."

Jiang Ye's chest trembled, and he tightened the military cap on his head and said to himself: "Lieutenant Qi Bing hasn't come back yet, yes, why did she let her attack... Captain Cai Guolan has no news yet, and the flowers of the First Team withered like this..."

Before he could resist something broke through the wind, Jiang Ye had no time to react, and he was already hit hard on his face, and he staggered back two steps. He was about to raise his hand to stop him, but he didn't expect that he would take another kick in his stomach. The force was so fierce that he almost made him fly up. In an instant, his back hit the steel wall behind him. His mouth was salty and fishy, ​​and his lips were ached slightly. He must have been hit by his teeth.

"Your sister, thank you, do you have a sister? What qualifications do the bastard sitting in the bridge have to sigh at our life and death! Isn't it all because of you? We have tried our best and we have sacrificed, and where are you! Get out, go and sue me, put me in jail, I won't attack again until Qi Bing comes back!"

After a roar, Qi Peng, who was hysterical, kicked Jiang Ye's thigh again, but the strength had been weakened a lot, not even enough to cause obvious pain.

Jiang Ye bared his teeth and inhaled, but he didn't intend to fight back. He covered half of his swollen face and said lightly: "If this can make Qi Bing, Cai Guolan... our first team flower... and other familiar and unknown comrades... if you come back, you can fight enough."

Qi Peng's lips twitched, and his distorted face couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing. His fist, held in the air, fell heavily on the steel wall beside him, and blood oozed down between the flesh and iron.

"Your Majesty can see these blood, these sorrows and pains, and you will surely believe that our sacrifice will not be in vain... Now, please return to your post, we need you, the Empire - need you."

Qi Peng sobbed and lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, I owe you what I owe you. If I'm still alive after the battle, I will pay you ten times. Now I still have something to do, so I'll say goodbye."

The echo of the leather boots trampling on the gangway gradually faded away and dissipated. Jiang Ye stood up with the wall and handrail, looking up at the clear blue glass-like clear sky, and silently raised his hand to salute.

After a while, he heard a noise on the flight deck, and someone screamed: "Hey, what happened to the plane in front? It took off without sending a signal! Go and report..."

...

Bhubaneswar, Royal Indian Flight Team Air Station.

Major General Westland, who was lying on a bench, was gently awakened by the staff.

"General, the second wave of air raid teams is about to come."

Westland rubbed his eyes with his left hand and wiped the gray beard on both sides with his right hand: "Well, how many are you ready?"

"There are 12 Camel fighters, 24 Cuckoo attack aircraft - 2 of which are command aircraft, and 34 Handlipeti bombers - 2 of which are command aircraft, and 12 are mounted torpedoes, so there are a total of 4 command aircraft, 34 torpedoes and 20 horizontal bombers."

Westland felt a little relieved: "Yes, it seems that everyone who can arrive has arrived...what is the situation of the crew?"

"Our best crew has lost most of the losses in previous battles. Now only the 17th Bomber Squadron, which is a torpedo unit, has several first-class units. Most of the other temporary squadrons are undertrained third-rate units." The young staff member looked helpless.

Westland smiled bitterly and looked down at the runway from the tower with his waist on his back. As expected, dozens of light gray-painted aircraft were neatly arranged on both sides.

"It's better to have it than not. Pass my order, and the whole team sets off on time, the goal--"
Chapter completed!