When James looked at his feet again, he was stunned by what he saw.
Parked in the neat shipyard are four Essex-class aircraft carriers with flight decks installed.
The elevators of these aircraft carriers have not yet risen, so you can see from the sky that there are two square holes in the front and rear on each deck.
What is shocking is that there are as many as four of these straight decks lined up in a row. The momentum is really shocking.
It would be fine if he was someone who was used to seeing aircraft carriers. The problem was that James had never seen this kind of battleship before, so he didn't even know what the thing he saw was.
"What is this..." He stared wide-eyed, looking at those strange battleships with even the bridges repaired off the central axis, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
At this time, the workers who were installing various parts on the deck also heard the noisy sound of aircraft engines. They raised their heads and saw a Type 3 trainer aircraft flying over their heads.
They squinted their eyes and didn't know what was going on, but as soon as the Type 3 trainer flew over their heads, more than a dozen Butcher fighter jets followed it in a mighty manner, attracting everyone's attention for a while.
"Hey! Where did so many Butcher fighter jets come from?" A worker looked up at the sky and asked the foreman next to him.
The foreman didn't know what was going on. He put his hand on his forehead to avoid the sun and watched the butcher fighter jets chasing the Type 3 trainer plane away: "I don't know, maybe it was a drill or something. It's not that I didn't pull it."
Sound the air raid siren? Get to work!"
In the sky, James had not yet woken up from the shock. He didn't know what those ships were for, or even whether they were battleships.
There is no battleship like this. Shouldn't more cannons be installed? Could it be that the square holes on the two decks are used to install giant cannons?
That's too scary. If a cannon is installed in such a big hole, what caliber will it be? 600 mm? 700 mm? It's too scary.
While he was thinking about it, he wanted to turn around and take a closer look. Just as he was turning his joystick, a more frightening idea suddenly came to his mind.
No! That straight, obstacle-free deck... looks too familiar to him! That's not a battleship! Or rather, it's not a traditional battleship with turrets installed!
The straight deck just now... that's a runway! That's an airstrip he's very familiar with! These battleships are used to take off and land aircraft!
Oh my God! By the gods! Damn it! That's a runway! Those damn decks are airstrips! They're taking off and landing planes over the sea... It's over! It's over!
When he thought about this possibility, a chilling feeling rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Tang's fighter jets are far superior to the aircraft used by other countries' air forces in terms of performance. If Tang's navy has warships that can take off and land aircraft...then what else can the navies of other countries fight for?
If Dragon Island has aircraft, the navies of other countries will not dare to approach it... If Tang's fleet also has aircraft cover, wouldn't it mean that the entire ocean is full of Dragon Islands?
Four battleships... can take off more than 4 aircraft at one go... Stuka, and that damn new attack aircraft... Tang is building an invincible fleet! Bastard!
"Damn it, I have to take this news out! This is information that must be sent out! Damn it!" He subconsciously pulled his joystick, wanting to go back and take a closer look.
But he seemed to have forgotten something... By the time he remembered that he seemed to be on the run, it was already too late.
The shells from the 20mm cannon tore into pieces the fuselage of the Type 3 trainer aircraft and rushed into the cabin from behind, shattering the windshield and shattering the instrument panel.
James felt something behind him hit him heavily. When he lowered his head, he realized that his seat had been penetrated and there was a huge blood-red hole on his chest.
He found that the glass above his head had been shattered, all the pointers on the dashboard in front of him were damaged, and there were broken glass everywhere.
The sea breeze was so cold on his face, and he wanted to reach out to grab the joystick in front of him, but his arms did not respond to his thoughts.
In fact, his arms had already flown out of the cabin, and the reason why he remained in the seat was entirely because part of the seat belt was still functioning.
While vomiting blood, James was accompanied by the violent shaking of the fuselage. Everything in front of him began to blur, and darkness completely swallowed him up in the next second.
In the cockpit of the Butcher fighter jet following the Type 3 trainer fuselage, the pilot looked at the target that was already disintegrating through the sight, still showing no intention of relaxing.
He continued to press the firing trigger briefly, and rows of tracer bullets rushed towards the broken aircraft at the nose, seeming to vent something.
The wings of the plane were broken, and the landing gear was separated from the wing roots. The ignited gasoline began to burn the tail of the plane, and the next second the entire plane turned into a ball of burning flames.
"The target has been shot down!" Seeing that the plane had turned into a ball of flame, the pilot in the Butcher fighter jet, which was the first to open fire and attack, reported over the radio.
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"Confirmed! The target has been shot down! The target has been shot down!" Higher up in the sky, the pilot of another Butcher fighter looked at the plane burning and crashing into the sea at his feet, and also reported.
"The last four fighter jets that took off are patrolling nearby! Mark the location where they crashed into the sea!" came the voice from the control tower on the radio.
"Understood!" the pilot in charge replied, and then looked at the debris floating on the sea.
In the distance, a patrol boat was already approaching, and the Dragon Flag of the Tang Dynasty hanging on the mast was shaking violently.
On the outskirts of Dragon Island, a flying fortress was hovering in the sky. On the sea below it was the Lions Empire cruiser responsible for responding to James.
At this moment, in the bridge of the Reins Empire cruiser, the captain looked with a pale face at the message received on the public channel sent by the communications officer.
"Martial law has been imposed in the nearby waters. The Tang Empire is conducting exercises. Please leave the ship immediately." He handed the message in his hand to the officer from the intelligence department who was standing aside. The captain picked up the telescope to look at the hovering aircraft in the distance.
Flying Fortress.
"We have been discovered, and a destroyer will arrive soon. If we still stay here, it is likely to cause a conflict." Putting down the binoculars, the captain looked at the intelligence officer nervously.
This guy is the commander, or person in charge of this operation... If he doesn't agree, this cruiser will just wait here stupidly.
"Sir!" his subordinate whispered in the ear of the intelligence department official who was in a dilemma: "It's already exceeded the time..."
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In Chang'an, inside the Embassy of the Lains Empire in the Tang Dynasty, the room was crowded with people. The furious Ambassador Lains was walking back and forth in the remaining space in the room. His voice made everyone restless:
"What on earth is going on? Someone tell me clearly! Tell me!"
"If we don't give the Tang State an explanation, the Tang State will go to war with us! Do you know what this means? Huh?" He finally stood still and stared at the few men closest to the front.
"Sir...it may not be our action...in case it is framed..." an official reminded cautiously.
"Go and tell! Go and explain to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Tang State! If they believe you, you can take my seat!" The ambassador angrily interrupted him and scolded him sternly.
"I had already sent a telegram to the Minister of Defense when I came... If the military takes any action, it is impossible not to notify us in advance..." The military attache also looked confused. He had just heard about what happened on Long Island.
"You!" The ambassador did not embarrass the military attache, but turned to look at a subordinate. This subordinate was responsible for intelligence work. He was usually just a clerk, and few people knew his true identity.
The man made a look, then spread his hands and said plaintively: "Sir, I'm just a clerk. I really don't know anything."
He really didn't know anything. There was no obligation to inform him of any operations at the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters. If the operation was in Chang'an, he might still be involved. The matter of Dragon Island was indeed not under his control.
The fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better, so it is normal for him not to know, but the ambassador is still reluctant to let go, staring at the intelligence officer hiding in the embassy, hoping to get some useful information from him.
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Being really desperate, the official finally came up with a solution: "Sir, I really have no idea here... Why don't we send a report and ask the country, His Majesty, there can always be a countermeasure for us.
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"Yes! Send a report to the country immediately! His Majesty definitely does not want a war! No matter who it is, he must give us an explanation." The ambassador felt that this method was still feasible, so he immediately ordered: "Quick! Go and send a report to the country quickly.
Report! Let them give us a reply within thirty minutes!"
In fact, the Lions Empire has received the protest message from the Tang State, and the Foreign Minister has gone completely crazy. He really doesn't know who is causing him such a big trouble.
When the minister hurried to the palace to request an interview with King Lions I, the telegram from Chang'an arrived almost at the same time.
Reins I also looked confused. He held the message, suppressed the anger in his heart, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Bring me...find the person in charge of the intelligence department! Quick! Quick.
