Chapter 611: Operation Sea Lion IX
"Passed through the Strait of Dover? That's great! β
Berlin WilhelmstraΓe 73, Ministry of Defense Building, High Command Room. www.biquge.info Adolf Hitler waved his fists excitedly, and just wanted to say a few encouraging words, but he saw that the faces of several generals in military uniforms were a little heavy.
Hitler, a former army corporal who never knew much about military issues, asked: "We broke through the Strait of Dover with only 7 ships and 2 torpedo boats, and that's a good start, right?" β
"Yes, a good start." Hersman smiled slightly, "But that's just the beginning...... Today is the most critical day for the entire Sea Lion operation. The RAF is expected to launch air strikes against our 5th Fleet and landing fleet with maximum intensity. β
"So can we resist it?" Hitler appeared a little worried.
"Losses are inevitable," said Hersman, "but the losses of the British must have been greater, for air battles are bound to take place over our fleet, and the downed British pilots are either killed or captured." Today...... They may lose 1,000 captains, and we don't expect to lose more than 200 captains. β
You can't be afraid of losses in a war, and since you have decided to storm the English Channel, you must be prepared to lose aircraft carriers and "missile cruisers"!
At this moment, Hirschmann's adjutant Stauffenberg walked in quickly, solemnly and elegantly raised his hand, and then said to Hersmann: "The headquarters of the Western Front has just called, and the radar has detected a large number of planes flying from the direction of England to the waters near Normandy. β
Hersmann nodded and said to Hitler: "Leader, they have come to die!" β
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The morning fog has cleared, the weather over the strait is good, a few thin white clouds are floating at low altitude, and at an altitude of 8,000 meters above the sky, the spring sun brings a warmth to the people in the cabin through the clear and bright glass cover.
John. Randall. Daniel held the joystick in both hands and kept the plane moving steadily. He turned his head to look down on the right side of the cabin and saw a scene that he would never forget.
That's a big fleet of thousands of planes! In the air below, everywhere you look, it is dense, layered, all of which are large and small planes, flying out of the momentum of covering the sky and the sun.
As a "high-live" pilot who joined the Royal Air Force in 1937 and had been fighting on the front lines since the beginning of the World War, Major Daniel had seen such a spectacular scene for the first time, and it was also the scene of his dreams. It's just that in a dream, he piloted a Mosquito fighter to lead the "Thousand Aircraft Formation" to bomb Berlin, the capital of the Germans.
In reality, his destination today is just the middle of the English Channel near Normandy. The Great Fleet of the Germans was there! According to the reports of submarines who risked their lives to reconnoitre, there were at least 3 battle cruisers and 8 aircraft carriers in the waters near Normandy!
8 aircraft carriers! Now the Germans' navy is really wide, and aircraft carriers can attack in batches.
On the other hand, the Royal Navy is really getting more and more unreasonable now, the enemy has stormed the English Channel, and the battleships of the Royal Navy have not dared to show their faces, so they are determined to be a fleet in Clyde Sound?
Fortunately, Britain has the Royal Air Force in addition to the Royal Navy, so let the Royal Air Force defend the United Kingdom from aggression today! At least there are still many men in the Royal Air Force who are not afraid of death!
Daniel is a little sad when he thinks of the Royal Air Force soldiers who are not afraid of death, he joined the 7th Training Squadron of the Royal Air Force in December 1937, and the friends who were trained with him at that time are now either killed or missing, and he is the only one left who is still fighting to defend Britain.
What saddened him even more was that as the war worsened, the pilots who had joined the RAF's front-line combat units became less and less skilled, and many of them flew for only forty or fifty hours before going to the front. No matter how brave such a pilot is, is it not a gift to meet an experienced German ace?
He glanced at the various fighters and bombers densely packed below, and thought, "This is 1,000 planes, which should be enough to break through the defenses of German fighters......"
"Here they are! Altitude 9000, 12 o'clock direction, is the FW-190 and the unknown twin-engine model, Daniel, you take the 141 squadron to drive them away. β
An order from Wing Commander Colonel Liptroth came from Daniel's headset, the German planes are coming, and the air battle is about to begin!
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"Look, planes, there are so many planes!"
Hear Karl. At the shout of Second Lieutenant Wiesel, Lieutenant Ribbentrop, who was walking on the aft deck, hurriedly raised his Zeiss telescope to look into the northern sky.
At the same time as his vision was bright, the picture instantly made him feel a tingling of his scalp, only to see the thin clouds up and down, there were planes everywhere, hundreds of planes strangled together, large, small, single, double, strings of bullets, thick smoke, bursts of explosions, and parachutes like white clouds, forming a magnificent war picture in the sea and sky!
"Enemy aircraft broke through! Hurry up! β
I don't know who shouted, and then a quadruple 20mm machine gun suddenly roared, and four strings of flames swept into the air, shooting out a rain of fire net bullets, and an aircraft that I don't know what model was suddenly exploded in the air and turned into a ball of fire!
"Bomb! Starboard! β
"Bomb! Port! β
"Dive bombers found! At 10 o'clock, height 3500! β
In the bridge of the amphibious assault ship the Norwegian Sea, from time to time someone loudly reported the position of the bombs and dive bombers, and the elderly captain Attenburg was personally operating the ship, and the amphibious assault ship of more than 18,000 tons was as flexible as a torpedo boat under his control, and it dodged seven or eight bombs falling from a high altitude in a row -- the bombs dropped by the high-altitude horizontal bombers were not only inaccurate but also easy to dodge, and the threat to the ships under sail was limited, but this was only an appetizer prepared by the British for the German fleet.
More than a dozen SBD dive bombers finally broke through the layers of German, Italian and French fighters such as the FW-190, Fokker Zero, BF-109, MC.205 and D.520, and six of them rushed to the top of the amphibious assault ship Norwegian Sea - the British pilots piloting the SBD regarded this amphibious assault ship as an extremely valuable aircraft carrier, and they swooped down with a roar. Two of them were quickly fireballed by the Bofors guns of the Norwegian Sea and one of the Z-destroyers escorting the Norwegian Sea, but the other four dropped 1,000-pound bombs.
"Boom ......"
Vice Admiral Paulus, who was watching the battle from inside the bridge, suddenly felt the floor under his feet suddenly jump twice, making it difficult for him to stand, and just as he was trying to grab something, two 1,000-pound bombs that had already penetrated the flight deck pierced several very thin decks, and finally exploded at the bottom of the Norwegian Sea.
The force of the explosion shook the ship violently, and Paulus fell to the ground hard, his head slamming on the hard floor, and his eyes suddenly flashed with gold stars. I don't know who pulled him up by the collar, and then he yelled and asked him: "Lieutenant General, do you know how to swim?" β
"Yes...... It's been a long time since I've been swimming, though. Paulus replied subconsciously. He wasn't a particularly fond of exercising, and he learned swimming or something in the Navy.
"Then think about how to swim!" The loud-voiced guy continued, "Because our warship is finished, and now we have to abandon it!" β
Paulus only then realized that the voice he was talking to belonged to Attenburg, the captain of the Norwegian Sea.
The amphibious assault ship USS Norwegian Sea was actually blown up and sunk!
At this time, Paulus, his division headquarters, and the officers and men of the division's direct subordinate team had no choice but to abandon the ship and jump into the water, and hundreds of people (hundreds of people were drowned and killed, and all the equipment of the division headquarters and division headquarters were lost) were wearing life jackets and soaking in the oily sea water to wait for rescue.
Looking at the chaotic naval battlefield, Lieutenant General Paulus, who was immersed in the sea, really missed the clean and comfortable office of Cuosen.
When Lieutenant General Paulus, commander of the 1st Marine Division of the German Marines, fell into the sea, the British ace pilot, Major Daniel, also fell into the sea, hanging on a parachute, of course. Because his mosquito plane was shattered by a twin-engine fighter with 6 guns and no 18 guns - this German plane was so ferocious!
However, his life was still too big, and he jumped out of the cabin unscathed, and fell into the sea safely. Everything was fine, not hurt at all, the only thing that made him feel bad was that the sea was full of German warships. Now I'm going to be arrested by the Germans and put in a concentration camp! I don't know if I'll be beaten? I heard that the Nazis were very unreasonable......
He thought to his dismay, when he was about to be captured, the man had already fallen into the sea with a pop. Then I heard someone ask in German, "What nationality are you?" β
"I'm ...... Hahaha! Major Daniel looked around and suddenly burst out laughing, it turned out that there were many German officers and soldiers in life jackets around him, and in the distance there was an aircraft carrier that was sinking in flames!
"What are you laughing at?" Someone noticed the British Army logo on Major Daniel's clothes, so he asked in English.
Major Daniel laughed even louder: "Because we are going to win, we sank your aircraft carrier!" We're victorious! β
Many of the German officers and men who were immersed in the sea could understand English, and they immediately began to shout.
"He's a damn British!"
"Beat him!"
"Beat it hard!" (To be continued.) )