White clouds fluttered, the sky was blue, and Corporal Woolf piloted the bomber of the German Air Corps, and flew rapidly towards the low-altitude sea. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Dozens of friendly fighters around info screamed and roared, as if the stars were flying together, and the majestic momentum that was like a spring flood and angry waves made Woolf's originally nervous mood instantly turn into rushing blood. Less than 15 kilometers ahead, a British fleet is fleeing in panic, and he has only one task at the moment, that is, to give the British a blow with the 450mm aviation torpedoes mounted under the belly!

The sudden sound of gunfire in the air, accompanied by the deafening roar of engines running at full power, did not need to look up to know that the fighters in her fleet had exchanged fire with the British escort fighters.

A few minutes before the altitude had been lowered, Woolf had seen a group of small black dots hovering over the British fleet: there were about two dozen of them, and their identities were apparently self-explanatory. Woolf had no fear of these enemies: not to mention that she had two squadrons of fighters, and even if the British had successfully ridden the face, her bomber would have two 7.92mm machine guns to defend itself.

The motor whistled, the hands on the altimeter plummeted, and the sound of the raging guns gradually became inaudible to Woolf's ears, and the blue sea hugged his arms. The annoying British planes were unsurprisingly blocked by their own fighters, and the nearest British battleship was only 7 or 8 kilometers away. As she was gearing up, Woolf suddenly heard the familiar voice of the squadron leader coming from the headset communicator: "The second and third squads are outflanking the revenge-class battleship left and right, and the first and fourth squads are preparing to attack the second large cruiser in the right front." After the 7th Squadron finished dropping the bombs, we went up and sent the British to hell! ”

Woolf replied loudly. By this time, another group of German bombers carrying bombs had already launched an attack on the enemy. The short-range anti-aircraft guns on the British warships roared desperately to stop the flying demons from approaching, but neither the number nor the accuracy of them were enough to deal with the flying swarm.

Some British sailors did not know what the dive bombing was, and thought it was a German plane that had broken down and fell. Within a few breaths, however, the ecstasy of the British sailors froze on their faces. The bomber, which had been like a dead bird, suddenly seemed to be blessed by holy light, and it was instantly resurrected full of blood and blue CD: it crossed an elegant parabola in the air, and then pulled up the nose and returned to the sky. And in its belly, the original 500kg high-explosive bomb has disappeared - the latter has really lost power and fallen, and below it is the deck of a British warship!

"Boom!" A brilliant spark, larger than the clouds, was the first to bloom on the deck of the battleship Warrior. The violent shock wave swept like a hurricane, blowing away all the equipment and structures encountered along the way, and tens of thousands of steel fragments flew violently, setting off an unprecedented rainstorm of death on the deck of the battleship.

Hundreds of British sailors were either engulfed in the flames of the explosion, scorched and disintegrated, or shrapnel pierced their bodies, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. Even the personnel located in the navigation room, communication room and other rooms were not spared, and the terrifying energy burst from more than 200kg of high explosives directly flew off the steel wall of the bridge. The entire central fire control room crashed from a high altitude to the deck, making the raging flames there burn even more violently.

There was a loud bang of rage, as if Zeus was frantically striking Thor's warhammer, and a mass of earth-shattering fire burst from the British battleship, accompanied by a dense burst of debris like fireworks. The German bombers always maintained a hit rate of about 50 percent in the dive bombing, which made the British naval officers and men fall into the abyss of hell, and the little fighting courage that they had gathered with great difficulty disappeared in an instant.

When will carrier-based aviation be able to survive anti-aircraft fire and inflict such a heavy blow on a heavily armored capital ship? If the Scapa Bay raid four months ago was still the victory of carrier-based aircraft attacking fixed targets, it does not mean anything, then today's sea attack by the German aircraft group has completely subverted the century-old norm of artillery giants dominating the sea, and announced the advent of a new era of air and sea!

Under the thunderous and lightning attack of the German bombers, several large British ships on the sea soon became fierce and shattered. The Birmingham Light Cruiser was hit by four 500kg bombs, the entire ship lost power, the sea was raging, and the British sailors were already scrambling to put the lifeboats on the surface. The Glasgow Light Cruiser also suffered three bombs, one of which completely destroyed the steering engine room in its tail, and the warship completely lost control, and could only draw an unchanging circle on the surface of the sea in vain.

However, it was the three remaining battleships that suffered the most. After 15 minutes of bombardment, they all became floating giant torches, rushing red flames soaring hundreds of meters high, and the billowing smoke almost completely covered the entire deck. Although they had not yet sunk immediately, most of their bodies had already entered the gates of Hell.

It was only at this time that torpedo-mounted German bombers finally appeared. The target's surface facilities and anti-aircraft fire were almost completely extinguished, and even though there were sporadic anti-aircraft machine guns on the British destroyers, this was completely unable to prevent these aircraft from approaching from low altitudes. Woolf flew the plane to a very close distance of less than 500 meters from the battleship Royal Oak before her partner in the back seat flipped the bomb switch. Shortly after he pulled the fighter back up, a towering column of water roared into the air from the starboard side of the target. Looking at the squadron mates who were still moving forward in the sea below, Woolf had already handed down the death sentence against the British battleship.

Although HMS Royal Oak had not been damaged in artillery battles and was the best-preserved member of the British main fleet, she quickly came to the end of her service in the face of a double blow from the air. After being hit by four torpedoes in a row, the warship's roll became uncontrollable, and the next two torpedoes greatly increased her sinking speed. Under the grief-stricken eyes of the officers and men of the British destroyer, the battleship with a full load displacement of 33,000 tons turned over like a dead fish. After a few minutes, she was no longer visible on the sea, except for a large amount of oil and wooden debris floating around, and a few surviving soldiers fluttering in the water and calling for help.