In the sea northeast of the Akagi, the deck of the aircraft carrier Kaga was also full of cheers, and forty-six warplanes slid off the deck one after another and rushed into the sky. ≧，

Two groups of 100 planes met in the air, regrouped, circled over the fleet, and then flew northwest like a flock of migratory birds.

The flock of "migratory birds" flew farther and farther and higher, gradually losing the shape of the wings and tail, turning into a group of black dots that burrowed into the clouds and disappeared from Nankumo's sight.

The noise of the engine echoed faintly in his ears, and Nagumo muttered to himself: "Twenty years of hard training will be truly tested today, and any country that insults His Majesty the Emperor must be severely punished, even the British." ”

A group of 25 Zero fighters was the first to burrow out of the clouds and fly to an altitude of five or six hundred meters above the clouds.

Immediately after emerging from the clouds was the Type 97 torpedo attack group.

Out of the wooden shirt to swing his head from side to side, his sharp gaze swept across the blue sky, swept through the golden sea of clouds, swept over the blue ocean that appeared from time to time in the gaps in the clouds, and then swept towards the red sun in the west.

"Have you seen it, the scenery here is as beautiful as it is back home." Izuki said.

"It's beautiful, but it's a pity that it's going to be stained with a layer of blood, the blood of the British." Furukawa, who was in the tail of the plane, said as he leaned on the machine gun.

In the middle of them, in the middle seat of the plane, Nobita stared at the two photos, one large and one small, posted on the dashboard.

The large photograph shows a top-down view of an aircraft carrier, with a two-centimeter-wide white edge on the lower part of the paper, and a large line of large letters is written neatly, "Athletic God".

Nobita's gaze swept over the mighty and huge body of the Athletic God. Stuck on the small black-and-white photo he had seen a thousand times.

on the photo. In front of a background wall with pictures of Mt. Fuji and cherry blossom forests. A young woman in a white kimono with delicate hair in a bun sits on a chair.

The woman's knees are pressed together, her hands are drooping, and she is holding a fat, round cat, which is not the color of the cat's fur in the black and white photo, but only dark in color.

On the woman's soft face, two clear eyes met Nobita's gaze through the photo.

"Nobita, what are you doing? Why don't you speak? Izuki asked.

"What else can you do. He must be thinking about Shizuka, as well as his fat cat, Amon. Guchuan Yin Yang said strangely.

"You're our observer, don't mistake your target." Izuki said.

Nobita hurriedly took his wife's photo back into his left breast pocket and said loudly, "Trust me, I won't mistake the target." ”

"Tell me, where are we now?" Izuki asked.

"According to the plan, we are at the southernmost tip of the Arabian Peninsula and are flying along the coastline towards the port of Aden." Nobita said.

"Cheer up, complete this mission, and we will soon be able to return home with honor." Izuki said.

"I know. Those who insult His Majesty the Emperor must be punished severely, and we will use our torpedoes to tell the British. His Majesty the Emperor cannot be desecrated. Nobita said solemnly.

"And my machine gun." Furukawa screamed strangely from the back seat.

The roar of the huge group shook the heavens and the earth, and every grain of yellow sand on the ground trembled everywhere it passed.

More than 20 minutes later, just when Izuki and Guchuan were tired of the monotonous scenery, Nobita suddenly shouted: "The navigator commands, it has approached the target and is ready to fly at a low altitude." ”

Two minutes later, the Type 97 torpedo squadron navigators were the first to rush down the clouds, followed closely by 24 torpedo planes, pulled down to an altitude of about 100 meters above the ground, and continued to fly westward.

Fighter formations and bomber formations followed and rushed out of the clouds, clinging to the clouds and rushing towards the port of Aden

Port One Pier of Aden, inside the radar room of HMS Warweary, the flagship of the Royal Navy's Indian Ocean Fleet.

Captain James stood by the display of the Type 281 anti-aircraft search radar, and was constantly explaining how to use it to the two rookie radar soldiers.

In the spirit of usual rigor, Captain James explained in great detail.

He took the trouble to explain everything from the purpose of each button to the meaning of the various pattern sizes and areas on the monitor, and patiently answered the questions of the two rookies until they understood everything.

With his back to the radar screen, Captain James looked coldly at the two rookies and said:

"The next two things you have to do are to familiarize yourself with the use of the radar in the shortest possible time according to my explanation and the operation manual. Second, I will ask the aviation forces to cooperate with you so that you can understand what kind of signals will be displayed on the radar by different numbers of aircraft from different directions, and what should be done if these signals are found.

You guys tell me, what should we do if there is a signal from an unknown swarm on the radar? Pete, you speak first. ”

Pete straightened his tall and thin body and said loudly: "I will first determine the number and direction of enemy aircraft, and then call the head of the room, Major Cameron, and ask him to confirm whether it is a friendly aircraft conducting training." ”

"Theoretically correct, but there is no reward. Tell me, White, who is our enemy? Which direction is most likely to come from? James asked.

White straightened his short and stout body and said loudly: "It's the Germans and Italians, and their bombers are most likely coming from the northwest." ”

"Why?" James asked.

"To the northwest is the Red Sea, then enemy-controlled Eritrea, where there are air bases for the Axis and Italians." White continued.

"Very well, you, huh? Pete, what's your body shaking? Could it be a hemorrhoid flare-up? ”

Pete's tall, thin body tilted to the right, looking at the radar display behind Captain James.

"Captain, I see echoes in the east and northeast, the area is very large, it doesn't look like an airplane, is there a malfunction of the radar?"

Captain James hurriedly turned to look at the radar screen, and sure enough, he saw a large signal spot flashing on the radar.

Ten seconds later, Captain James walked to the next cabin with a whirlwind, banged on the door and shouted, "Major." There are large echoes on the radar. ”

Captain James knocked on his knuckles. The hatch in front of him didn't open either. The hatch behind him was pulled open, and a private said, "Captain, the major said he went to the toilet and will be back soon." ”

James hurriedly ran to the toilet and shouted through the toilet door, "Major, I'm James, are you there?" ”

A muffled sound came from inside the door of the second squatting position.

"What's the matter?"

"There is a large echo on the radar, in the northeast direction. I need to confirm that it's the other person's identity. ”

There was silence in the squatting position, and after more than ten seconds, when James almost couldn't help kicking the door, a voice came from the squatting position again: "Don't be nervous, the USS Athletic has just completed overhaul, and the carrier-based aircraft is going to be transferred back to the ship from the airfield on the shore, I remember it was at this time." ”

Athletic! James instantly remembered that the Athletic God was parked at Pier 2, only four or five hundred meters away from the War Weath, and those echoes immediately broke out in sweat.

"Those signals are much farther away from us, and they definitely can't be planes on the Athletic."

The toilet door slammed open. A foul smell came over my face.

Major Cameron rushed to Captain James with his pants up and shouted in panic, "Pull the alarm." ”

Sticking to the coastline. Izumi drove the plane to follow the brigade closely and rushed to the port of Aden at a gallop.

Nobita looked around and saw several Arab women in black robes drying clothes and a group of children playing in a clearing next to the village in a fishing village on the shore on the right.

To the left of the plane, four or five small fishing boats floated on the surface of the sea, and fishermen were casting nets into the sea.

Everywhere the group passed, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the uninvited guests from the sky.

Nobita shook his head and suddenly said, "Listen, what's the sound?" ”

"It's an alarm, the British have discovered us, but it's too late, we've arrived, the vanguard has dropped bombs, you quickly find the target." Izuki shouted.

As the plane swept over the sea, Nobita saw the white trail of the Type 91 torpedo on the sea, and a huge battleship lay in front of the torpedo.

On the deck of the battleship, figures ran around frantically, and black smoke spewed from the muzzles of anti-aircraft guns.

The battleship is finished, Nobita sighed.

As soon as the fighter plane crossed the sky over the battleship, the torpedo dragged a white trajectory and hit the port side of the battleship's bow, and the fire and sea water flew into the air along the side of the ship, staging a terrifying hellish scene of half sea water and half flames.

In the midst of the explosion, Nobita heard the roar of the bone river behind him, as well as the clatter of 7.7mm machine guns.

Bullets rained down on the starboard side of the battleship that had been torpedoed, and countless blood sprays erupted from the crowd running wildly on the deck, and the corpses fell to the deck, and the two unfortunate ones standing on the railing spasmed over the railing, and the corpses fell into the sea.

"Huha, ninety-nine swooped, good luck." Furukawa shouted gloatingly.

Nobita subconsciously glanced back, and happened to see a familiar Type 99 dive bomber being turned around, turning around, and plummeting straight down to the seriously injured warship.

The iron pincer bomb pylons directly under the fuselage of the aircraft were loosened, and a 250-kilogram armor-piercing projectile with a warhead painted with red paint was smashed into the warship.

The time-lapse fuse fan of the bullet tail swished, and it slammed headlong into the right deck of the ship's bow main gun to meet the terrified gaze of the ship's crew, followed by a series of tinkling and clanging metallic crashes.

Ten seconds later, Guchuan saw the bow of the battleship slam off the water, and then slammed into the sea, splashing countless white waves.

Flames and black smoke erupted from the bow of the ship, drifting into the wind and enveloping the bow around it.

Guchuan involuntarily stopped strafing, watching the red and black plumes of smoke tumble into the sky, connecting the sky with the warship.

"More than a thousand meters of smoke, big scene, that warship is finished."

Izuki didn't care to listen to Guchuan's exclamations, and drove the plane through the gaps of the warships with a stiff face, and went straight to the depths of the port.

Nobita looked around, nervously looking for the figure of the Athletic God.

Anti-aircraft shells exploded one after another next to the fuselage, black gunpowder smoke surrounded the fighter, and the shock wave kept slapping on the fuselage, and the fuselage shook non-stop.

The plane had just bypassed the port side of a cruiser.

Nobita's eyes lit up, and he saw a flat-topped battleship parked on the dock in front of him, and there were planes parked on the flight deck, and large black smoke was rising from the deck.

"Izuki-kun, the target is in front of the right, I see it." Nobita shouted hoarsely.

"I saw it too, damn it, there were battleships blocking it on both sides, and I couldn't drop bombs." At the moment when he shouted out of the wooden shirt, the fighter plane passed by the stern of the USS Athletic.

"It was shot, and the 99-style armor-piercing bullet hit it, or two." Guchuan's exclamation rang out again.

Billowing black smoke rose from the deck and bridge of the USS Athletic.

The first 250-kilogram bomb penetrated the middle deck of the Athletic and stormed the first hangar.

The flames and shrenchnel immediately tore through the deck, and large pieces of steel plates and aircraft parts burst out of bullet holes and flew into the sky, the smooth and straight deck no longer existed, and the dream of a carrier-based aircraft taking off came to naught.

The second 250-kilogram bomb accurately hit the roof of the bridge of the Athletic God, piercing through three layers of weak top armor and stopping steadily in the bridge.

In the violent explosion, the bridge on the hilly bulging deck was almost cut in half.

Flames enveloped corpses, shards of steel, and glass as they fell onto the deck, mercilessly smashing down the flesh and blood of the crew members on the deck, setting off a bloody storm in an instant.

Seeing that the Athletic God had been severely damaged, Izuki instantly decided to switch targets and pounced on the battleship in front of him whose name he didn't recognize.

He shook the control stick, the nose of the plane leaned forward, and the altitude dropped to about fifty meters.

The torpedo plunged into the water, and the propeller in the tail spun slowly and then accelerated sharply, propelling the torpedo towards the battleship.

Under the clear water, the torpedo's long and round body is clearly visible.

Rushing through the water curtain shot by the British guns on the ship, the torpedo hit the middle of the starboard side of the battleship, and more than a dozen figures flew into the sky in an instant, and then tumbled and smashed into the water.

After throwing the torpedo, the wooden shirt frame machine went around in a circle, and circled clockwise around the aircraft carrier Athletic.

Bone River raised his machine gun and pointed it at the exposed crowd and the remnants of the carrier-based aircraft on the deck, spraying bullets frantically.

"Emperor bless, it's Takakura-kun, he's been shot." Nobita shouted behind him.

I also saw the fighter planes falling from the sky.

A Type 97 torpedo attack plane was knocked off by a dense rain of bullets, and in an irregular spiral, it roared and crashed into the tail of the Athletic.

Stumbling from the aft deck of the Athletic, the plane was torn apart, the broken fuselage crashing into countless British sailors along the way, and then plunging headlong into the terrifying craters in the middle of the deck.

Moments later, the three of them collectively witnessed an unprecedented explosion erupt in the middle and rear of the Athletic, and the back half of the ship shattered into countless pieces like a cookie under the hammer, and flew down to the surface of the sea with only half of the bridge left.

"Was it a torpedo detonation? Or an aerial bomb? Izuki shouted.

"It could be the boiler room, or all three." Nobita shouted.

"I'm out of bullets, let's get out." Guchuan shouted.

Without hesitation, Izuki turned the nose of the plane and flew east.

As the plane turned, Nobita took one last look at the Athletic, only to see a slowly sinking bow.

This is how the war turned out! Big Bear turned his head and thought silently. (To be continued......)