The Boston Empire paid more attention to the fact that under the leadership of the Yaman Empire Navy, a group of new Boston sailors grew up again and began to adapt to the new model of naval warfare that had become completely different. Under the cover of the Allied Southern Fleet, the scarred Allied Northern Fleet
Sailing towards Wilhelmshaven, they did not know that the suffering of the Allied fleet was not over yet.
Carrying the dilapidated warships, the Allied fleet slowly sailed to the port of Brest, where they would repair the damaged warships. At an altitude of eight thousand meters invisible to the naked eye, an Exocet-type water reconnaissance aircraft was approaching.
Watch the movements of this fleet and report to Sun Xiaohu via radio at any time.
"The naval battle has ended. The Allied fleet is returning to port, eighty nautical miles away from us." Wan Yong carefully drew lines on the chart, marking the position while reporting to Sun Xiaohu.
Sun Xiaohu nodded: "Now is the time for us to attack. Order all carrier-based aircraft to take off. All attack aircraft carry torpedoes. We want to give these guys a little surprise."
Wan Yong straightened up and said with a smile: "Yes, this is definitely a big surprise."
As soon as the order was issued, the sailors on the aircraft carrier quickly got busy. All 420 aircraft from the four 'Lord' class aircraft carriers and one 'Eagle's Nest' watercraft carrier were dispatched, and fighter planes successively cleared the runway.
They gathered into a huge fleet in the sky and flew towards the east.
It was less than a hundred nautical miles away from the port of Brest. Marshal Jericho breathed a sigh of relief and finally brought the fleet back. What he had to do now was to write a report and report the losses of both sides.
After all, in terms of battle damage rate, he had achieved a rare victory.
At this moment, a buzzing engine noise suddenly came from the sky. Such a chaotic sound made all the sailors working on the deck couldn't help but lift up, but soon they were so shocked that they opened their mouths wide and could no longer close their mouths.
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A dark cloud coming from the west was moving quickly, rushing towards the fleet. When they got closer, they discovered that it was not a dark cloud, but a huge and unimaginable fleet. The dense number made everyone feel worried.
A sinking.
"Marshal, no, there's an air strike." An officer gasped and pushed away Marshal Jericho. Jericho, who was writing a combat report, was so shocked that his hand shook and the pen fell on the table with a bang.
, the pen water flowing out contaminated a large area of the half-written combat report.
"Quickly, order all warships to prepare for air defense and order carrier-based aircraft to take off to intercept." Jericho issued the order in a hoarse voice. After receiving the order, all warships raised their few anti-aircraft guns and searched for them.
As enemy aircraft were about to arrive, several aircraft carriers also began to use cranes to lower the aircraft into the water so that they could use buoys to take off on the sea.
Marshal Jericho rushed to the bridge and raised the telescope in his hand. The huge golden dragon emblem under the wing of the aircraft made Marshal Jericho tremble in his heart: "It's over, it's the Air Force of the Chinese Empire."
"Decrease the altitude and start attacking." The captains of each attack aircraft squadron issued the same command almost at the same time. Swordfish attack aircraft flew across the water and quickly approached the battleship at a speed of 180 kilometers per hour.
's side.
While attacking the battleships, these carrier-based aircraft did not forget the four Saar seaplane carriers. In order to prevent those seaplanes from taking off to join the battle, dozens of Swordfish attack aircraft first launched an attack on these seaplane carriers.
Aircraft from seaplane carriers are more troublesome to take off. They need to put the aircraft into the water with a crane and then take off. This is extremely inefficient. Therefore, when the attack aircraft of the Imperial Chinese Navy approached these aircraft carriers, they only put down a few
of several aircraft.
Sparse anti-aircraft fire rang out, and the wide-eyed Saar sailors fired their guns frantically in an attempt to prevent the opponent from launching torpedoes, but it was all in vain. Nearly three hundred attack aircraft and twenty Exocet reconnaissance aircraft
They lowered their altitude one after another and dropped airborne torpedoes into the sea one after another.
Straight water lines criss-crossed wildly, drawing a trail of death, and rushed towards their respective targets. Jericho's eyes were torn apart, and he watched countless torpedoes streak across the sea, crashing into his own battleships and seaplane carriers.
Violent explosions were heard one after another, and as the torpedoes hit one after another, a large number of warships began to tilt and flood.
The sailors of the Allied Powers are not heroic. Those sailors driving cruisers and destroyers rely on their own flexibility and high speed to maneuver skillfully, often using the sides of their own warships to block the torpedoes rushing towards the battleships. Unfortunately, these destroyers are too small in tonnage and are often hit.
The last torpedo would be blown up and sunk, and most of the sailors would not be spared. Even so, they continued to launch suicidal attacks to cover their own battleships.
When the torpedoes of the Chinese Air Force were exhausted, the sea under the wings was already a hellish scene. A large number of warships were hit by bullets and caught fire, and many of them were sinking. Marshal Jericho looked at the Chinese Air Force that had begun to return with dull eyes, and his heart surged.
He felt sad. Unexpectedly, the huge fleet that the Saar Empire was proud of would be destroyed by planes that were not taken seriously by government officials. This made him so able to accept it.
When the scarred Allied fleet returned to its home port, Jericho realized the extent of its losses after making statistics. The large fleet of more than 500 ships before departure had less than 200 ships when it returned. Among them, the most heavy losses were destroyers.
fleet, their number has been reduced from 314 to 51, and the survival rate is less than one sixth.
The battle fleet also paid the price of more than half being sunk. Many of the remaining surviving ships still had water in their hulls and were barely able to return to the port. What awaits them will be a long repair period. I believe that within two years, only the damaged warships will be repaired.
, is enough to cause headaches for major shipyards in the Allied Powers.
Marshal Scheer buried himself in the sofa, holding a bottle of strong vodka in his hand. He had been extremely decadent since the statistics of his own casualties. In this battle, we lost a large number of warships, but did not eliminate enough enemy troops.
It was a complete defeat. Thinking of the military court summons and the dismissal order from William II that might come at any time, his heart felt cramped.
"Marshal, great victory, great victory." His adjutant ran in in a hurry. He was so excited that he held a newspaper in his hand and even forgot to knock on the door.
Marshal Scheer's drunken eyes, which were already somewhat intoxicated, reluctantly opened their eyes, looked at the newspaper in the adjutant's hand and whispered: "What a great victory, and what does it have to do with us?"