In the sea area 200 kilometers west of the battleship detachment of the Home Fleet, a fleet that was in no way inferior in number to the carrier strike group of the German High Seas Fleet was rushing to the east at high speed.

Cunningham stood in the corridor outside the bridge, holding the iron railing with both hands, watching the bombers whizzing up on the deck, and his heart was mixed.

As for Churchill letting the home fleet pour out, he was in fact in disapproval of many of the first-line admirals, because they had actually faced the German High Seas Fleet at sea, not just sitting in their offices like the politicians.

So no one knows this adversary better than them, and only they know how terrible this emerging navy really is.

Although Cunningham didn't want to admit it, he did have to admit that he had been beaten by Raeder and his fleet.

But in addition to a hint of awe, he was also a little eager to command Britain's own aircraft carrier formation to fight Raeder's carrier strike group.

After all, he is Nelson's descendant, and he will show his sword when he meets the enemy, which is the spirit engraved in the bones of the British naval officers and men!

Therefore, after Churchill asked the home fleet to attack, Cunningham had scruples, but he still resolutely sat on the bridge of the aircraft carrier Radiance, commanded the only six aircraft carriers of the Royal Navy to be incorporated into the home fleet, and sailed to the vast North Sea under the leadership of the commander of the home fleet, Baron Tovey.

After going to sea, Cunningham consulted with the commander of the Home Fleet, Baron Tovey, and others, and decided that it was necessary to follow the example of the German fleet, and separate the carrier fleet from the main fleet as a separate fleet, instead of following behind the battle line as before, and not leaving the fleet until the beginning of the war.

And it turned out that this approach was extremely correct, if it were not for Cunningham's departure from the main fleet after going to sea, then judging by the intensity of the first two waves of German air raids, the names of several aircraft carriers would definitely be added to the list of sunken ships.

Aircraft carriers are no thicker than battleships, a few thousand-pound bombs smashed on a battleship can cause a fire at most, and the unlucky Queen Elizabeth is only a bridge destroyed, and the only way to harvest a battleship is to rely on torpedo bombers.

But the same bomb smashed on the aircraft carrier, and each one could hit the main deck and hit the ammunition depot and other fatal places, staging a drama that hit the soul (refer to a certain aircraft carrier Akagi who did not want to be named).

Perhaps God bless Britain, the British aircraft carrier fleet even discovered the location of the German aircraft carrier fleet while hiding in the shadows after dodging German air raids.

Cunningham watched as the entire squadron in the air completed the huge group of carrier-based aircraft flying in the direction of the German aircraft carrier fleet, and the hand holding the fence unconsciously turned white.

"Raeder, it's my turn this time!"

On the other side, Albrisson and Anneser were approaching the aircraft carrier USS Count Zeppelin at low speed.

"CK151-03, CK151-04, the landing deck is clear, you can land, after landing, please go to No. 2, 151-05, CK151-06 respectively, please slow down and prepare for landing."

When the air traffic controller's dispatch command came from the headset, Albrison and Anether piloted the fighter plane to land smoothly on the flight deck, and then steered the fighter all the way to the second and third elevators.

Climbing out of the cockpit, the two worked with the ground crew to firmly fix the fighter on the lift, and then walked out of the lifting platform.

After watching his fighter plane be steadily transported from the flight deck to the hangar under the lift of the lift, Albrisson trotted all the way from his second lift to Annese's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Annese, are you going to get something to eat?" ”

"Uh, okay." Anneser yawned as she spoke.

After a long and fierce battle, both men were a little physically and mentally exhausted.

Walking down the flight deck side by side from the stairs next to the deck, the two went down to the living quarters through the busy hangar, chatted and ate a few bites of food in the officers' and soldiers' restaurant, and then returned to the dormitory, where they fell asleep on the bed.

At the same time, on the bridge of the aircraft carrier León Andrés, a senior admiral of the Navy was reporting the results of two rounds of air strikes to Raeder, who was sitting in the first seat.

"General Raeder, the summary table of the first two rounds of air strikes has come out." A colonel officer walked up to Reddell and handed him a summary sheet.

Raeder took the form and looked at it carefully, but it didn't take long for him to frown deeply.

"Sink the battleships Queen Elizabeth, the battleship Malaya and the light cruiser Limsen, and lightly damage the battlecruiser Counterattack...... Lost 27 carrier-based bombers, 18 torpedo bombers, and 5 carrier-based fighters......" Raeder said in a deep voice, "Why are the losses so great and the results so small?" Judging from the usual experience, after two rounds of attacks, more than half of the enemy ships should have sunk? ”

"Because the British fleet has been reequipped with new anti-aircraft guns, General." Another colonel stood up and said, "According to the oral accounts of many pilots returning from the front, they were attacked by extremely ferocious fire from enemy ships at medium and close ranges, and the British fleet changed its previous weak air defense at medium and close ranges, and the small-caliber anti-aircraft shells fired by enemy ships were extremely dense and accurate, and their performance was very similar to the Swedish 40mm Bofors anti-aircraft guns." ”

"Bofors anti-aircraft guns?" When an officer of the Naval Intelligence Department heard this, he stood up and said, "Judging from the recent export report of Bofors submitted by Swedish intelligence officers, they have not exported even a single 40mm anti-aircraft gun to other countries except us." ”

"It is also possible that these guns were not made in Sweden and exported to the UK, after all, most of the shipping routes to the UK were cut off by Dönitz, and Sweden had no way to transport goods to the UK." Raeder touched his chin and said, "I'm inclined to think that these cannons were made by the British. ”

"But the British intelligence officers didn't mention that Britain has recently produced new anti-aircraft guns." The officer of the intelligence department wondered.

"Don't rely too much on intelligence, as far as I know, the last operation in Paris was due to the negligence of the Gestapo intelligence officers, who reported the wrong position of an infantry regiment, which resulted in the loss of half of the elite Ghost troops. Some time ago, the head of state was still angry and thoroughly investigated the people involved in the incident. Raeder said, "What's more, your naval intelligence didn't detect the large-scale replacement of new anti-aircraft guns in the British home fleet this time, did it?" ”

"Good...... All right. The colonel of the intelligence department bowed his head in shame.

He had already heard the hint of criticism in Raider's tone, and understood that Raider was just trying to save himself a face in front of everyone so that he didn't get angry directly.