Chapter 207: Sea of ​​Blood! Western Front Meat Grinder! (I)

Above the stretched sea of ​​lead-gray clouds, the "Yingzhou" flying carrier was like a floating city, pressing towards the end of the seemingly boundless sea of ​​clouds.

At first glance, the "Yingzhou" is just a pair of two cigar-shaped floating bodies connected together on the left and right, with a long box with wedge-shaped fluid at both ends sandwiched between them.

The upper and lower surfaces of the box are flat and open, all-purpose decks, and both have lift openings: the upper deck lifts the aircraft to the deck and takes off, while the lower deck "lower" the aircraft into mid-air and "release".

The inside of the box is the hangar that accommodates carrier-based aircraft. The hangar is divided into two layers, and four elevators leading to the upper flight deck and the lower "release and recovery area" penetrate through it. The carrier-based aircraft takeoff and recovery operations can be carried out at the same time on the flight deck and release and recovery area.

In the upper bridge that is a pocket-sized on the left side of the flight deck, Captain Luo Likong watched a single-engine two-seater reconnaissance aircraft smoothly break out of the deck through the glass window, until it turned sideways and dived, and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds in the blink of an eye. Then he turned to the distinguished guest on the ship, Lieutenant Colonel Nie Wenqing, the headquarters liaison commissioner, and said with a faint smile: "Commissioner Nie, are you still used to it?"

Nie Wenqing just nodded slightly and did not respond to the main topic, but sighed: "It's really an eye-opener. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really hard to believe it."

Rollikong smiled bitterly: "Last year when I saw this guy's British similarity over the Bay of Bengal, I felt almost the same as you."

"I hope this guy under our feet won't encounter the same 'good luck'."

Before Nie Wenqing finished speaking, a rapid report sounded from the bridge speaker: "Watch No. 5 on the port side, an UFO approached at 10 o'clock, a distance of 12 kilometers, and the identification signal was not answered..."

Luo Likong immediately took a step forward, grabbed the microphone and ordered: "The whole ship is ready for air combat! Each firepower group is ready for barrage, and the guidance department immediately contacted the alert plane..."

The tense atmosphere only maintained a breath of smoke. Dozens of guns and cannons spread across the ship, left and right corners, finally did not make the gorgeous barrage in the sky as Nie Wenqing expected. Several lookout posts near the stern of the ship soon came a unanimous report: from the appearance and painting of the UFO, the UFO was indeed a carrier-based aircraft.

Luo Likong breathed a sigh of relief in a panic: "It seems that the signal light used to answer is broken... Fool, if the light is broken, you won't shake your wings. Which squadron is from this - the aviation commander! After this plane landed, let the pilot come to me!"

After Luo Likong finished sending that little fire, Nie Wenqing comforted himself without hesitation: "With the cover of clouds, it should be difficult to find us on the ground. Even if we are discovered by the ground, from reporting the situation, forming a determination, issuing orders, and then organizing the dispatch of aircraft to the troops until the fighter climbs and intercepts, the joints and time spent in the middle are enough for them to drink. With today's detection and communication methods, if you want to accurately predict the route of this ship, and at the same time guide fighter jets such as Newport with insufficient altitude "performance" climbing to a height of five or six thousand meters to launch an attack, it is probably 'hard to go up to the sky'."

Luo Likong's eyebrows tightened and said solemnly: "It is related to the safety of your headquarters special commissioner. Of course, everything must be careful, cautious and cautious. Besides, I was originally a mourner in the Bay of Bengal, and I no longer expect to have the opportunity to fight as an airship captain. Fortunately, I was favored by the emperor's holy grace and was able to make meritorious service. I have long been determined to succeed and live and die with the "Yingzhou". I will never allow any mistakes!"

"Then I'm going to ask Captain Ro, my life." Nie Wenqing half-joking without any malice.

While speaking, a message came from the navigation room: Moscow is still 120 kilometers away.

"Prepare for the first attack wave!"

At the command of Luo Likong, the staff with safety ropes tied on the flight deck became busy quickly and quickly. The elevators frequently climbed and down, lifted fighter planes loaded with oil bombs to the deck. The staff wearing various vests then carefully moved the plane to the standby position of the attack waves drawn on the deck.

When 10 aircraft - 6 single-engine two-seat Dongfeng reconnaissance bombers and 4 single-engine single-seat Yundian fighters - set up their formation on the flight deck and started the engine one after another. As a string of flags rose from the inverted mast at the top of the bridge, the wind fences raised high up at the front of the deck were slowly rolled down, and the wind on the deck with a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour swept across - this was almost enough to allow the two-seat Dongfeng, which was carrying a 200-kilogram bomb, to take off naturally without starting the engine.

Unlike aircraft carriers on the sea, the order of the take-off attack waves of the Yingzhou take-off during high-speed navigation is from back to front. This is because the flight speed of the Yingzhou itself was enough to allow the carrier-based aircraft to take off at that time, and there was almost no need to skid. Instead, there was a need to worry that the carrier-based aircraft that had just been lifted off was not airspeed enough, so it was blown back by the powerful deck wind and crashed into the group of aircraft that was waiting to take off later.

A red flag was raised to the top of the mast, and the attack wave began to take off. A "cloud lightning" lined at the last side of the aircraft group was first released and immediately slid backwards by the deck wind. Under the pilot's exquisite control, the plane with full horsepower jumped up in the blink of an eye and climbed slowly at a small angle. The wings of the canvas were blown by the strong air flow coming from the face. Finally, they entered a stable level flight at a height of 40 or 50 meters from the deck. Then they turned sideways, accelerated to leave the range of the flight deck, and began to fly around the ship clockwise.

In this way, one after another, until all 10 carrier-based aircraft were taken off, and two wedge-shaped three aircraft were in the center and front. The two diagonal two aircraft were dragged behind the two wings, heading towards the World Hall under the sea of ​​clouds.

"Prepare for the second attack wave!"

...

In a ward in Constantinople, on two beds side by side, lying beside the door was Lieutenant Colonel Zhou Shuren, a military officer from the Chinese Embassy, ​​with gauze covering his head and a German newspaper in his hand; by the window, hanging one leg was Karl Denitz, who had just been promoted from a naval intern warrant officer to a second lieutenant. A beautiful German female nurse had just taken his temperature.

The female nurse packed her things and went out. The bored Dunitz then looked at the ceiling with a pillow and said with an unknown purpose: "Hey, Zhou, what do you think of her?"

Zhou Shuren, who was so obsessed with the sight, was stunned: "What? Who? How about who and who?"

Dunitz looked at him, looking a little dissatisfied: "I mean the nurse lady just now, didn't you pay attention?"

Zhou Shuren just shook his head: "I'm reading the newspaper, but I really didn't pay attention."

Dunitz breathed a sigh of relief from his nose and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Okay, it seems that I'm thinking too much."

Zhou Shuren raised the newspaper in his hand, turned to another page, and said slowly: "It is natural for a young man to like to see beautiful girls, and it is not normal for him to not like them."

Dunitz squinted his eyes and smiled: "How did you know she is a beautiful girl? You still said you didn't pay attention?"

Zhou Shuren responded calmly with her eyes fixedly: "If she wasn't beautiful, how could you ask me? But you, Carl, must have fallen in love."

Dunitz blushed and quickly turned his head aside: "No such thing, I have never had time to think about this."

"Now you have it." Zhou Shuren blinked and continued to read his newspaper.

"Don't joke with me, just talk about yourself. Zhou, why didn't you see your wife? You should have..."

Dunitz is obviously eager to change the subject.

"She has to take care of the elderly and raise children in her hometown... In fact, we had never met before we got married. It should be entirely up to both parents. This was a normal thing in my era."

Zhou Shuren doesn't seem to be willing to mention that "her".

Dunitz thought for a while, tilted his head and asked, "So, do you love her?"

Zhou Shuren lowered her head and sighed: "I can't say whether she loves or not. She is a traditional rural woman. When we were together, we had no common topics. Since I went to school more than ten years ago, I have rarely even met. I have never seen each other in the past three years."

"You don't miss her?" Dunitz looked very interested in breaking the casserole and asking the end.

Zhou Shuren smiled bitterly without comment: "Maybe, I actually had a real beloved woman after going to school in another place. I wanted to divorce and remarry, but my family disagreed. They only agreed to let her become a concubine. This is something I can't accept... You know, in China, the orders of parents are above everything else."

"So you compromised?" There was no intention of looking down on the other party in Dunitz's eyes.

"I can't go against my parents. On the other hand, the wife in my family, like my parents, turns a blind eye to the existence of my lover. This is the Chinese rule. It may surprise you, but it is a common thing that is not intoxicating." Zhou Shuren explained helplessly.

Dunitz nodded and smiled, "It's very interesting. I really hope to see your 'lover' one day. Why, didn't she come with me?"

"She felt that it would become a burden to my career, so she decided to stay at home and wait for me."

"What a great female 'sex'. I can't wait to see her. Are there any photos?"

Zhou Shuren hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to pick up the briefcase at the head of the bed. He was about to pull something into it. A burly man in the Ottoman naval uniform broke in and asked in German: "Are you Lieutenant Colonel Zhou? Someone wants to see you."

Zhou Shuren calmly asked back: "Who is it?"

The visitor raised his head and looked down upon him, and he was quite proud of his face: "General Advisor to the German Empire's Navy in the Ottoman Empire, Commander-in-Chief of the Ottoman Empire Navy - General Sorochin."
Chapter completed!