One can imitate another person's movements vividly, but cannot replicate his thought patterns; One can understand the character of another person, but he cannot understand his thoughts at a certain time.

Tovey is caught in such a dilemma.

Soon, there was mixed news from the front: the second group of attack aircraft found the German aircraft carrier, and at the same time, they were frantically intercepted by nearly 20 German carrier-based fighters.

Reasonable, unexpected.

Tovey and his staff officers had previously felt that the German aircraft carrier should be equipped with a batch of dive bombers or ** bombers while carrying fighters this time, which is not only the carrier-based aircraft that an aircraft carrier should be equipped with when participating in an attack mission, but also conforms to the results of the intelligence department's reconnaissance of Brest in advance. Now it seems that the so-called intelligence is simply shit.

It is impossible for an average carrier-based fighter to make a continuous sortie in just a few tens of minutes, after all, they need time to refuel, replenish ammunition, and then take off in turn. Thus, the total number of German carrier-based fighters operating in this area should be more than 4 units, and in the database of the British Navy, "Graff. The total number of carrier-based aircraft on the Zeppelin should be no more than 50. As a result, the German carrier carried a maximum of 10 bombers, including the J-87, a naval version of the famous Stuka dive bomber, and the slightly cryptic F-167** bomber. With such a small number of bombers, I am afraid, it is difficult to pose a threat to a fleet!

However, in view of the obvious technical gap between the two carrier-based fighters, Tovey's calm eyes concealed the loss, as if he saw the scene of his own carrier-based aircraft pilots and the opposing fighters fighting bloodily, and the technical gap here can only be made up by courage and sacrifice, such a scene is heroic, cruel and tearful.

In a few moments, the signal came from the aircraft carrier "Glorious": the third batch of carrier-based attack aircraft was ready.

It seemed that it had taken a lot of time for the aircraft crew to gather the first sorties, but at this time, the flight decks of the three aircraft carriers were re-arranged with eagles ready to fly, the traditional circular logo was their pride, and the confident and bright expressions of the young pilots brought the sun obscured by the dark clouds.

"Wait!"

Tovey, who was always decisive, hesitated. Whether this group of carrier-based aircraft was sent to attack German aircraft carriers or German battleships. Ninety-nine percent depended on the results of the previous group of aircraft, which should still be maneuvering with German fighters at this time, and should still be trying to break through the German aircraft carrier's anti-aircraft fire interception and find a suitable bomb dropping position. One **, one **, maybe it can temporarily solve the "big birdcage of the German Navy".

But. The SHKP report has been delayed from the communications room. Good news. Bad news. None of them. The officers in the command room suddenly felt as if they were cut off. There are a few who can't bear it. Just run straight to the communication room. Others seem to be busy. In fact, most of the attention is also paid to the officers who are in charge of internal communications and telephones. The pimple-riddled captain officer. I was holding the microphone and listening carefully. The communication room was quite noisy. From time to time, someone excitedly snorted. From time to time, some people lamented in annoyance. In the event that it is not possible to report these to the generals. He shook his head slightly. Sometimes sneaking a glance at others.

Tovey stared. Always free from portholes. It seems that there are so many questions that he can't figure out and can't figure out. I vaguely feel that there are some things that have not been taken into account. But I can't catch the inspirational ground.

"Carol. Cover me! Cover me! ”

In the cockpit of a fighter jet with a "tube nose weed". Second Lieutenant Pogalle, who was only ** years old, looked extremely nervous. The still immature face was now white and lifeless. At this age, he should have been doing ordinary work on the factory floor or in the company office. Go home early after work. Or take your little lovers for a walk in the park. Although day after day is ordinary. But at least you don't have to worry about your life and death every day. Not to mention sitting in this oil-smelling cabin dealing with death.

Outside the cockpit. Bullets flew in a row. It's like a swarm of fireflies flying at night. The rain still washes over the tempered glass windows. The thick clouds were like the sea covering a large quilt. It's by no means a good weather to fly to. But the war leaves people with no choice.

A calm and sophisticated voice came from the communicator: "Don't worry. Child! I'm right behind you! Keep swinging your ground wings. Don't let that German devil hit you! I'm going to beat it down! ”

Although the feeling of the large swing in the air is not very good, it is one of the basic skills of dodging attacks in air combat, and Bogal holds the joystick tightly, and his body sways left and right with the plane.

Unlike ordinary single-aircraft fighters, there is also a large co-pilot seat behind the cockpit, and the co-pilot is usually responsible for piloting, observing and operating the airborne radio, and can also take over the aircraft and airborne weapons if necessary. After Pogalle struggled to avoid enemy attacks, his co-pilot, a British pilot who was almost as young. was staring at the German fighters behind them with even more nervous expressions.

The BF-109T continues the very recognizable appearance of the BF-109 series. The square cockpit, the gull-style lower wing, and the weapon layout when it fires at the ground. The two machine guns at the base of the wing flashed outwards and spewed flames, and because they were close enough, the co-pilot faintly saw the hideous face of the German pilot.

Suddenly, several bullets hit the left wing, and Pogal was taken aback by the leaping sparks, and he hurriedly shook the joystick to the right.

"Carol, I can't get rid of it! Help me! ”

The young pilot's voice was filled with panic and fear, and he had already used what he had learned in his life, but he could not see any results, which naturally made him feel annoyed and frustrated.

"Keep changing directions! Kid, he's faster than you, only keeps turning! Turn! Oh shit, I'm being targeted by the German devils too! "The pilot on the other side of the communicator also seemed helpless, after all, the number of fighters on both sides was not much different, and it was normal to be bitten by an enemy plane.

After two sharp turns in the air, Pogal asked his co-pilot aloud, "David, is it still behind?" ”

A few seconds later. The young pilot nervously repeated the question.

"yes, damn it...... Damn Messerschmidt is still to come! The voice was unusually laborious.

Pogal turned his head with great effort to see that his co-pilot was pale, and his hands were clutching his stomach.

"Oh my God, David. You got shot? Damn it! ”

He swayed the plane to avoid the attack while shouting in disappointment.

The co-pilot gritted his teeth and said intermittently: "I'm afraid...... Given, you must avenge me and kill that German devil! ”

Bogalle shouted, "Hold on, David! Let's go back! Hold on! ”

He couldn't see his co-pilot shaking his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of the most bitter wry smile.

Another string of bullets came suddenly, this time. While sparks were flying on the wings, Pogal felt a strong vibration from the fuselage.

"I was hit, damn it! Carol. What am I going to do? Bogalle cried out loudly, tears streaming from his eyes.

Fortunately, the communicator was not damaged, and the familiar voice came again: "Child, I'm coming!" I'll cover you, you descend to sea level and fly back! Fly back as far as you can! ”

Bogalle looked to the side, and sure enough, a "pipe nose weed" opened fire from a distance at the BF-109 that was following him, and the eight machine guns on board sprayed tongues of fire outward at the same time. The dense rain of bullets forced the German fighters to roll and dodge to one side.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Pogalle quickly lowered his altitude while trying to keep the plane balanced, but fortunately, the Royal Navy's "new" fighter was very sturdy and the 7.92mm bullets did not hit its vital parts. After successfully completing these maneuvers, Pogal looked back and saw that there was no longer a stalker behind him, but he also saw the co-pilot's head lowered.

"David ......"

Bogalle's tears were still pouring out, but this time for something different.

Hundreds of meters above sea level, fierce battles are still going on. Dense artillery sounds could be heard faintly from the west, and those carrier-based bombers must have found the German aircraft carriers and attacked. At this time, only this injured "pipe nose weed" flew lonely at this altitude slightly higher than the highest wave. Having lost his navigator, Bogalle had to recalibrate his bearings and directions, and while checking the fuel situation, he finally found a bad situation: the fuel was running out much faster than expected, which meant that the fuel tank or pipeline was most likely to be missed by bullets during the battle. In such an environment, pilots simply can't patch the holes, thankfully. This carrier-based fighter has an excellent ground range. Reached more than 1200 km, almost twice as much as the BF-109!

After forcing yourself to calm down. Bogalle soon realized that economical flight and maintaining the correct course were necessary to get back to the mothership, and he had to pray that the plane would not break out during the flight, such as stalling and catching fire.

Bogalle tried to report his situation to the pilot, but he couldn't get in touch, and to his dismay, even Carol, who had saved his life, was now completely unheard from. He comforted himself with the fact that returning to the battlefield in the plane's current condition would be almost suicidal, and then continued to fly towards the calculated direction with constant trepidation.

minutes, 10 minutes...... Time is as slow as counting the seconds, and the scenery outside the cabin has long been reduced to a single one, the gloomy sky, the rolling sea, and there is not a single bird, a fish, a boat, or an airplane other than that. There was only a rustling of the radio communicator, a steady rumbling of the motor, and nothing more.

About 30 minutes after leaving the battlefield, how Bogalle wished that the fleet flying the flag of St. George's Cross would suddenly appear on the sea level, but this expectation did not come true, and the sea level ahead was always the same view. As time passed, Bogalle's worries became deeper and deeper, seeing that there was not much oil left, so he could only make a forced landing on the sea, looking at the undulating sea, Bogalle felt that it was not a good thing to drift helplessly for a few days, not to mention that there were many unknown dangers on the sea, huge waves, sharks, sun exposure, lack of water, etc.

Pogal turned around, and his eyes fell on the pair of binoculars hanging from the co-pilot's chest, the usual task of observing the situation around David was always carried out, and this young man with good eyesight always did a good job, but unfortunately now his big eyes will never open again, and the light blue eyes must have lost their luster forever.

The cockpit in the back seat of the "Tube Nose Herb" is very long, and the co-pilot sits at the end next to the tail of the plane, and he can't get the binoculars without climbing over, but once the pilot leaves the cockpit, the plane loses control.

After hesitating for a while, Bogalle finally gave up on this plan.

When Bogalle once again looked around with his "A" eyesight in the naval examination, and finally a black ** appeared on the sea in the southwest, and the young pilot's heart inevitably fluttered. A fleet that seems to have a large target, but manual estimates, manual navigation, and errors in instruments can cause him to miss his fleet during a long flight, which is why the carrier-based aircraft group will be equipped with a special navigator, and the thought that he will not only be able to avoid the tragic fate of being adrift at sea, but will soon be able to see many familiar and vivid faces, the heaviness in Bogalle's heart was suddenly reduced by half.

The "Pipe Nose Weed" slowly turned around the surface of the sea and flew towards a new target.

At first, Bogalle thought that it might be a guard ship floating near his own fleet, so he would be alone, but he soon saw that the big black ** was followed by another small black **.

As the distance closes, the size of his two black ** seems to be far larger than the ships usually used for vigilance missions, and the silhouette of the ship does not look like an ordinary cruiser or destroyer. At this time, the lack of experience made Bogalle make a big mistake, and the "pipe nose weed", which was originally flying close to the surface of the sea, slowly began to climb, which allowed him to better identify the other party, and at the same time completely exposed himself (.2.) Gave to each other.

Every pilot of the Royal Navy's carrier-based aircraft has been specially trained in how to identify ships, and they not only know the appearance of the main ships of each country, but can also roughly determine the size, voyage and condition of each other by visual inspection. Based on this quality, Bogalle finally judged that it was a Bismarck-class battleship and an Admiral-Hipper-class heavy cruiser, but at this time, he was too close to the two battleships, and before he could turn around and escape, the opponent's anti-aircraft guns had already opened heavy fire. Under the guidance of the fire control radar, the Bismarck-class battleship displayed excellent anti-aircraft performance with as many as nine twin 105-mm anti-aircraft guns on each side......