At first, Li Ming and his officers thought that the British still regarded the "Bismarck" No. 1 as the target of the attack, but after ten minutes, most of the **and** were heading for the "Peter Strassel", and at this time they gradually understood that the British planned to eliminate the air power of the German fleet first and then deal with the surface combat ships with strong firepower!

Although the entire German fleet was extremely well prepared for battle, naval battles were sometimes more "fickle" than those of the 6th World War, and many unpredictable factors, ranging from the eastward direction of the fleets of both sides to the fall of one fleet, had the opportunity to change the situation on the battlefield.

"Oh my God, the Strassel has been shot!"

A voice that was not unfamiliar exclaimed, and at this time people had no time to care who was the messenger, and almost all eyes were immediately on the starboard side of this huge battleship - about a nautical mile, the heavy aircraft carriers "Graf Zeppelin" and "Peter Strassel" were moving quickly with the fleet one after the other, and the tracks of the two aircraft carriers were changed due to evasion ** and **, and the long white wake was in an irregular "" shape.

Li Ming looked at the new aircraft carrier that was still intact a few minutes ago with both disappointment and apprehension, the fire from the explosion had just disappeared, and the large cloud of smoke was still rising rapidly, gradually forming a terrifying mushroom shape. Nearly half of the flight deck was filled with black smoke, and the naked eye could see that the propeller of a plane that had just landed was still spinning rapidly, near the stern of the ship, and the pilot was fleeing from the J-87BP parked there ready to throw in the next wave of attacks; The "Pieter Strassel", which is almost indistinguishable from the "Graf Zeppelin", has been in service for less than a year, but the cruelty of war is beyond the reach of any warship, and now the "Prince Eugen", which is especially favored by Lady Luck, has also been hit hard, and good luck seems to be gone. Thinking of this, Zhang Hainuo raised his head and looked up at the sky, under the bright sun, he and his fleet were undergoing an unprecedented test......

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In the North Atlantic in February, the waters are bitterly cold. Despite being far from the mainland, there are always some unlucky people who fall into the sea every year, the difference is that some people capsize and some fall from the sky.

"Hey, man, you're alright!" After slicing several parachute lines with a dagger, Pate finally fished his taciturn and dogmatic young partner out to the surface. Parachuting from an altitude of more than 400 meters is never a very difficult task, but when they fall into the sea, the parachute cloth and rope can kill them!

Probably because of choking on several mouthfuls of seawater, Sergeant Oswald coughed desperately, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Pate struggled to turn his head to the north, where a destroyer flying the St. George's cross flag was heading towards them, and farther out on the sea, a large British aircraft carrier loomed into view.

"The good news, man, is that we won't be in this damn ocean for too long, and the bad news is ...... I'm afraid we'll have to spend the rest of our lives in a prisoner of war camp! Pate gasped for air.

After a while, Oswald finally relented, and he said gratefully, "Oh, thank goodness, I thought I was going to die here!" Sergeant, you saved me! Thank you so much! ”

"You're welcome!" Pate paddled rhythmically, swimming was a necessary skill for naval aviation, and Oswald also chose the most energy-efficient way, but alas, swimming in icy waters was twice as physically draining.

"Although we were shot down, we finally found the enemy's carriers and returned their positions to the fleet! Surely they got our report! ”

"Yes, a few seconds before they were shot down, I heard them confirm the position!" I don't know if it was pure excitement, or if it was added to the coldness of the sea, Oswald's voice sounded trembling.

"That's good!" Pate shifted his stance so that he was facing the approaching British destroyer, but only floated in place and did not swim in either direction.

"Maybe after we are rescued, we will soon be adrift at sea again!" He said self-deprecatingly.

Oswald looked at the British destroyer, "Then I would like that!" ”

Both of them seemed to have forgotten the unfortunate experience of being shot down before, in fact, being targeted by two excellent "Sea Spitfire" fighters, and then trying to escape was a slim thing in itself, not to mention that they had already decided to wave a warm-up for their own fleet, and after the British fleet was in sight, they were quickly shot down by British fighters. In this case, it is already a very lucky thing that both people can save their lives!

After a moment, Oswald frowned and said, "Sergeant, I think my right leg was grazed by a bullet and it hurts near my knee!" Hot and scorching pain! ”

Seeing that his companion's face was not quite right, although Pate sympathized, he had no more choice, but comforted: "Hold on a little longer, at least we didn't shoot directly at those British ships just now, otherwise, I'm afraid they won't treat our injuries!" ”

"I'd rather give them a **!" Oswald gritted his teeth and said.

Ten minutes later, the British destroyer, which had arrived from a distance, scooped up the two German pilots who were trembling. Perhaps, as Pate said, the F7 bombers they flew had not fired at the British fleet before, and the British sailors on the ship treated them politely, not only gave them blankets and hot soup, but also called the military medical officer to carry out the most basic medical treatment after learning that Oswald's leg was injured, and even arranged a small room with a porthole for the two of them - although it was a cabin for stacking all kinds of sundries, this was already the best treatment enjoyed by the captives of various countries!

Lying on the pile of rags with an unpleasant smell, Pate was relieved, he turned his head to look at his partner, his injured leg had been bandaged, and said half-jokingly: "Fortunately, the British use the **30 caliber aviation machine gun, if you use the **50 caliber like the Yankees, I'm afraid your leg will be scrapped directly!" But after we got off the ship, we had to ask them for some anti-inflammatory medicine - the war would eventually end, and it would be inconvenient to do anything without a leg! ”

"Yes, I'm still going to use my savings in the past few years to buy a piece of land and build a house in the countryside! If you only have one leg, you won't be able to do even simple farm work! It's rare for Oswald to agree so much with his partner.

"I used to think the same way, but now, who wins this war is directly related to our future fate, and it will be very different!" ”

Oswald asked, puzzled, "Why do you say that?" ”

"You want to!" "If Germany wins the war," said Pate, "if Germany wins the war, we will return to Germany as victors and heroes, and most likely in large compensation; If Germany had lost the war, the British might not have sent us back to Germany in time, and even if they did, it would have been in the form of repatriation, and we would not have been able to receive even the subsidies we deserved from a defeated Germany**! ”

"Oh"...... Oswald thought for a moment, "You have a point!" But I never doubted that Germany would win in the end! ”

"It's hard to say right now!" Pate closed his eyes, and the two hours of flying and the struggle in the icy waters seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his body, and in a moment, he was actually getting drunk.

Oswald was leaning against the other corner, so cold and aching that he couldn't sleep at all, so he had to stare at the porthole. The sky outside was blue, but not a single ray of sunlight was shining in.

After some time, the rare calm in the air was broken by the familiar sound of air raid sirens - although on the opposite side, the low whimper of the sirens was not noticeably different, and Pate scrambled to his feet and rushed to the porthole.

Even though it's a small porthole near the sea, it's much better than those dark cabins at the bottom of the cabin. Through the glass, Pate saw more than one British aircraft carrier that the German fleet commanders had planned. From time to time, carrier-based aircraft took off and landed on the flat and wide flight deck, the most conspicuous of which was the "Sea Spitfire" that had shot him and Oswald down, which was designed and built based on the Air Force Spitfire, and their mass equipment also greatly changed the dilemma faced by the Royal Naval Air Force in the previous battle against the German naval aviation, and even reversed the overall advantage and disadvantage.

In a short time, the destroyer's anti-aircraft guns opened fire, and the sound came through the layers of decks and corridors. Even if one could not see it with one's own eyes, one could guess the intensity of the artillery fire that was raging outside.

A loud bang that almost made the British destroyer tremble, kicked off the prelude to the attack of the German aircraft group, in less than ten minutes, Stuka's iconic whistling sound lingered in his ears from time to time, and the black ** kept falling, there were large ***, there were also small anti-personnel bombs, and a few exploded next to the aircraft carrier not far away, which made Pate's heart tremble, and before the battle was about to end, he even saw the white line drawn out when the ** crossed the sea - however, none of the British aircraft carriers were directly hit, The only success of the German aircraft group in this attack was to blow up a light cruiser behind the aircraft carrier formation into thick smoke.

"One more time! One more time! Pate clenched his fists and shouted, deep down he would rather not have his own life than see the German fleet destroy the British fleet, which sometimes leads to a frenzy as a participant in the war.

Although their prayers were soon fulfilled, Pate and his partner eventually became the first German pilots to be held in a prisoner-of-war camp on American soil, after more than 60 German submarine officers and men had already become prisoners of war in the United States.