"Send a message to the Commander-in-Chief in London and tell them that if we want to gain control of the sea, we must drive away the enemy fleet. Otherwise we will not only lose the troops that have been ashore, but we will also quickly lose Norway!"

Lord Kirk O'Leary ordered his staff, while he himself paced in his office on the 50,000-ton aircraft carrier HMS Victory.

He did not intend to go to the bridge, nor did he intend to interfere with the captains' command. What he wanted to do was to command the battle steadily in his war room. Even if the battleship would be bombed by enemy planes

Even if it sinks, he will not leave here and abandon his duties.

With him was General Maxey, who would command the entire Narvik land campaign in the future.

At this moment, this elegant gentleman with two mustaches is holding a small and exquisite cup, drinking hot tea that makes people feel comfortable in winter.

"Lord O'Leary, what I want to say is, why don't you let the fleet take me and my men ashore? Or you can withdraw those two brigades and one regiment. You know, in such thick

It is really difficult and extremely inhumane for them to launch an attack in the snow!"

At this time, the situation on the shore was not good. Lieutenant Colonel Sterling commanded the "Air Special Service Team" and the two airborne brigades that came ashore. At this time, they were completely blocked by the thick snow. They had to fight under the snow all over the ground.

Here, enduring the accurate bombs from the sky.

"Without air superiority, there is no attack!"

This is something that today's infantrymen will always emphasize, and Lord Kirk O'Leary is somewhat annoyed.

"My General Maxey, right now we are fighting for air superiority. I don't want the infantry to capture their targets under the threat of bombing. As you said, that would be a cruel thing!

But please believe in the power of the navy, we will work hard to complete the tasks assigned to us by the high command, we just need a little more patience!"

Maxi gritted his teeth, feeling a little helpless. He knew that his men would rather go to the shore to face the bombing now than die under the attack of enemy planes and have to jump into the cold waters of the Norwegian Sea.

"But, I have to obey his command before landing. God, what a ridiculous thing this is!"

The command of sea and land operations is in the hands of the navy and the army respectively. This is probably the real disaster of the Norwegian campaign.

"Sir, we have repelled their aircraft, and according to Hawkeye's report, we have the location of their fleet. Sir, do we need to launch an attack on their fleet?"

This news made Lord Cork O'Leary somewhat proud. He watched the staff officer mark the position of the enemy fleet on the map.

"What about London? Will the Air Force give us more support?"

"I'm afraid, sir, German warships appeared near Bergen. London is worried about the safety of the Shetland Islands. And they don't understand where they get their aviation force. Ordinarily..."

"Where did it come from!"

Lord Cork O'Leary smiled and shook his head. He guessed that the politicians in the UK had long forgotten the Satanic eagle that had caused them repeated losses.

"My dear Captain Creighton, that is just a simple aircraft carrier, a very simple thing. It has been around since World War I, but I did not expect that the crazy Germans would use that kind of thing as their

The main strike force of the fleet!"

The aide-de-camp of Lord Cork O'Leary may have heard the meaning of his words and did not respond. The British government was blinded by desire because of their desire for peace.

As an old friend of Winston Churchill, Lord Cork O'Leary is also a war activist. However, this faction has not yet become popular in the UK.

"This is really a disastrous battle. I'm afraid those cute big guys will never appear around us again!"

General Maxey was still sipping his tea silently. Although he was always anxious in his heart, he preferred to stroke his beard and see the furious look of the Navy.

"Well, I guess if we don't fight the Germans, they won't be willing to give us a chance to fight in Norway. Since they want a fight, let's give them a fight!

Captain Creighton, please immediately draft a telegram to the effect that..."

Following the instructions of the British Admiral Lord Cork O'Leary, his adjutant Captain Creighton took out paper and pen.

"Tell the Admiralty in London that we may be facing the entire strength of the entire German fleet. I think if there is an opportunity to deal with them at the beginning of the war, then it will be worth it no matter what the cost!"

And I’m worried that if we don’t have enough aviation support, our fleet is very likely to suffer heavy losses! And then we will lose control of the English Channel. I think that will definitely be a catastrophic loss for the British Empire!”

"He completely turned a blind eye to me. What can I do if I stay here to help? I'd better wait until they can send us ashore!"

General Maxey drank the last bit of tea in his cup, nodded to the admiral who was giving orders to the naval officers, then put on his military cap and left the battleship.

On the sea where the sun was still shining brightly in the afternoon, the heavily damaged but still capable battleships remained here. However, the battleship Warspite had already left here, along with several other injured battleships and the three destroyers protecting them.

"Quick, quick..."

The naval officer shouted loudly, and a group of pilots poured out from the side of the warship island-style building. The elevator also kept lifting the carrier-based aircraft out of the mothership.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, eight squadrons took off again in a formation composed of a large number of fighters and Barracuda bombers. Their target was the direction of the German main fleet.

At the same time, the British also took off about the same number of fighter planes from the Aberdeen Air Force Base. More than 400 combat aircraft were likely to send the German fleet to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Of course, the Germans have the advantage of the Hawkeye ship-borne radar, and at the same time, their command of the Norwegian theater is much faster than the response speed controlled by the army, navy, and air force respectively.

Just as the British fleet was dispatched, a similar number of planes near Oslo and Trondheim also took off quickly from the airport.

At the same time, the German fleet began to retreat to the port of Bergen in Norway, probably because it was worried about the safety of the fleet and was unwilling to risk its naval power prematurely.

With almost 1,000 aircraft on both sides, and with relatively complete air command systems, the two sides once again engaged in a battle.

Similar to the situation in the morning, after the two sides fought fiercely, the German fleet retreated to the port and lost 3 simple aircraft carriers and 90 aircraft.

The losses on the British side were similar to those on the German side. When it got dark, all aviation forces from both sides returned to the mothership.

The second day of fighting in World War II came to an end!

The Germans did not take full control of Norway as planned. The British also failed to send their loaded army to the coast as planned.

Throughout the night, both sides were trying their best to adjust their deployments and strive to make more progress in tomorrow's battle.

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With the help of a rotorcraft, he returned to Shenji.

After jumping off the short wing of the plane, he stared as if he didn't recognize the airport from which he had set out in the morning.

He couldn't believe that this was the place that looked so comfortable and pleasing to the eye when he left in the morning.

Large craters formed by bombs have turned the runway into a crater. Those hangars that were still warm in the morning are now like people with missing front teeth, and the collapsed hangars are still emitting black smoke until now.

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"Captain...Captain...Liszt..."

A familiar voice sounded, and this voice also made Tang Xiaoan feel relieved.

"Hello, I didn't expect you to be alive, you know I didn't see you parachute! Everyone else, everyone else okay? We know we had three planes shot down!"

When Hans Gauze heard Tang Xiao'an's concern, he was so loyal that he was so happy that he forgot the purpose of his search.

"We are all fine. Hoffman came back first... We have been worried about you. Miss Lisa even came to ask about your whereabouts, and then Miss Vivian... oh, she brought us this..."

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and it looked like the news on it was very good. Otherwise, Hans Gautz, a man who was not easily excited, was so excited that he almost danced.

"Captain, this is yours, this is the reward you deserve...!"

He was so excited that he seemed to be speaking incoherently, which made Tang Xiao'an confused. While Hans Gautz was talking, he kept pulling him forward.

Turning around the ruins of the hangar, there were some tents set up there, which were probably where they rested at night. All his men were busy there.

"Hi, Heinrich von Liszt, we have been waiting for you for most of the day, and you have been entangled by the beauties of Norway. How are you doing along the way?"

Tang Xiaoan shrugged with an indifferent expression.

"You know, avoid those with bad intentions and wait for the razor in the sky!"

"No, those British shot us down and we fell everywhere!"

Heinz Baer appeared next to Tang Xiaoan, holding a cup of coffee for him.
Chapter completed!