The 47-millimeter shell flew into the sky, but it was still a cut of distance from the Stuka bomber.

If it is a proximity fuse, it will explode as long as it is close, and the power will be greatly increased, but the current Soviet Union does not have this kind of weapon, only the most ordinary warhead, which needs to collide to explode, as long as it is not touched, it has no power.

Franz felt the cockpit shudder as his plane was in the midst of a rapid downward dive, the most pulsating time for a dive bomber pilot.

Adrenaline was pumping fast, stimulating Franz's body, and his whole body was excited, his eyes fixed on the huge battleship in front of him.

Actually, they had been flying for five minutes, but they were hiding in the clouds and did not attack immediately.

They are waiting for their chance.

If all the Stuka bombers took off together, a large group of dozens of planes flew over, and one attack after another, it would be enough to send all the warships of the Soviets to hell.

But no, they only have a dozen of them, and they must calculate well, and when their attack is completed and their main fleet has not yet arrived, they cannot let the Baltic Fleet run away.

In this case, sinking the opponent in this narrow channel and blocking the channel is the most effective solution.

So, hovering in the clouds above, it was only now that they swooped down and went into attack.

As Navy carrier-based pilots, diving towards the opposing warship to attack is one of the most common subjects they practice, as long as they enter the dive state, then, there is no situation that can make them give up.

Either blow up the enemy's ships, or shoot them down yourself, it's as simple as that.

Stuka continued to dive downward, the whistle on the landing gear let out a terrifying whistling sound, and under the belly of the plane, the one-ton bomb was extremely eye-catching and dazzling.

"Quick, continue to raise the elevation angle by two degrees, five consecutive shots, release!" The squad leader of the anti-aircraft artillery continued to command loudly.

With his order, the anti-aircraft artillery continued to shake the direction machine.

As the opponent dives lower, their anti-aircraft guns need to adjust the higher the firing angle so that they can reach it, but no matter what anti-aircraft guns, there are always dead angles.

For example, now, the anti-aircraft artillery is shaking the high and low planes rapidly, and at the same time their heads are moving upwards, and their heads are up, all the way up to the sky.

The blinding sunlight shone into their eyes, damn it, they couldn't see anything.

No matter what time or what kind of battle, using the sunlight is the best way, and from the current angle, Stuka is just in the sunlight.

When the gunners blocked the sunlight with their hands and barely saw clearly, they only saw a black thing, which had already flown down, it was not an airplane, and the other side had dropped a bomb.

Then they saw the tongue of fire dragged by the tail of the black thing, which was still a rocket-booster bomb, a weapon specially used by the Germans to attack large warships!

This kind of bomb has been established many times, and until now, surface ships simply have no effective way to deal with it, and the best way is to intercept it before the arrival of the opposing dive bombers.

Franz dropped the bomb just under the cover of the sun, and he didn't have time to see the results of the bomb attack, so he quickly pulled up, and while pulling the lever, he dodged to the right, saving himself from being hit in the belly by the opponent.

And the machine gunner, behind his cockpit, admired the whole process in its entirety.

What he saw was the tail flame of the dropped bomb, and the rocket-booster bomb attack was so rapid that the Marat below had no chance to dodge.

The Marat had no way to dodge, it was sailing in the narrow waterway of Kronstadt, and if it had a full left rudder or a full right rudder, it would have crashed into the defensive forts on either side.

It could only continue to accelerate, and then hope that its anti-aircraft artillery would be able to knock these pesky planes down.

It didn't work.

The rocket-booster bomb, at a considerable speed, pierced through the position of the No. 4 turret in its tail.

The Marat has four triple 305 mm main guns, all distributed on the axis, two in the front and two in the rear, and the turret of the main gun has 254 mm of armor, but this is the side armor of the turret, after all, in the era of the rise of battleships, the biggest threat to the battleship is the opponent's cannons, which are side blows.

And the armor on the top is only 127 mm, which is as thick as paper for a one-ton rocket-boosted bomb.

Easily tearing open the armor on the top of the turret, the bomb continued to fly inside, smashing everything in its path until it hit the shells that circled around the base of the turret.

The layout of any naval gun is the same, with cannons on the top and shells on the bottom, 305 mm naval artillery shells, which are absolutely quite powerful when they explode.

"Boom!" When the huge explosion sounded, the entire battleship Marat was trembling violently, as if it was the desperate neighing of a war horse before death.

The sound of the explosion spread along the steel of the hull to every cabin, the recruits' faces turned pale, and the veterans had already reacted, run, run!

The veteran ran up with his legs drawn, and if he didn't want to be drowned, he should at least run to the deck.

Inside the bridge, Captain Peter poked his head out of the glass on the side, and could only see smoke billowing from behind.

"Quick, damage management report." Peter shouted loudly, and just as he had finished speaking into the microphone, he felt the soles of his feet begin to tilt.

From the sky, when the explosion occurred, blazing flames came out of the turret part, and the turret of thousands of tons of triple equipment was opened, and the air wave of the explosion tore everything around it in an instant.

From this position, the battleship with a full load displacement of 35,000 tons was disconnected, and the fire did not burn, but the raging sea water poured in, and this place where the explosion broke down, quickly sank downward, and the bow of the ship in front was cocked.

One shell killed the Marat, not because the Soviet Navy did not work hard, but because of the gap in this weapon, the Soviet Navy had no chance of winning.

When it was learned that Stuka had killed the Marat, Rudel, who was working as an instructor in the rear, deliberately gave his students a day off and held a lively celebration party at the training base. It seems that he also has a hunch that if he hadn't been forcibly transferred to the rear, sinking the Marat would have been his result.