On September 1, 1915, in Singapore Harbour, the morning sun was dyed, sparkling with blood, and the long white breakwater was like a forest, and the shadow of the ship was heavy.

The whistle sounded, and a colored signal flag swished a few times, and it flew up to the towering mast of the battleship "Pinghai" of the first class.

On the signal stand next to the bridge, the sailors in white clothes and white pants waved the two small flags in their hands alternately, and the order to "sail" was being conveyed to the entire fleet one after another.

Accompanied by the roar of the main engine and the sound of the propeller paddling, rows of thick or faint black waste smoke erupted from the huge chimneys of one steel battleship after another.

The once bright red clouds gradually faded, and the sun jumped up from behind the rows of buildings in the east, the blue sky was like a wash, the clouds were like flocculents, and the wind was slight, obviously it was a good day to go to sea.

Wearing a gold-leaf hat with a large brimmed hat, a four-star admiral on his shoulders, and a neatly ironed snow-white coat, Sa Zhenbing, commander of the East Asian Combined Fleet, was standing solemnly with his hands behind his back and watching through the not-so-spacious portholes of the unprecedented steel fleet under his command sail out of the largest military port once occupied by the British Empire in the Far East.

"The avant-garde escort Zhengyang has entered the departure channel and is leaving the port-"

"The Iron Leopard, the vanguard left-wing lead ship, enters the departure channel—"

The passwords came one after another, and Sa Zhen Bingwen did not move at all, just greedily appreciating, savoring, and the one in front of him

This end of the wheel of fate. Including 438 and 1.45 million tons of combat ships, a total of 948 ships and 2.35 million tons of various types, more than 1,000 aircraft, thousands of motor vehicles, and millions of generals and soldiers in the army and navy!

As far as Sa Zhenbing could see, there were only sixty combat ships of the main force of the Indian Raiders Fleet under his direct jurisdiction, however, eighteen of them were behemoths known as the "Dreadnought". However, it is the core combat strength of the entire combined fleet.

The 32,000-ton "Pinghai," "Ninghai," "Jinghai," and "Weihai" warships, the 27,500-ton "Yangbo," "Zhubo," "Fubo," and "Jiabo" four warships, the "Yangba"-class ships of the same type, the "Ise," the "Shinano," the "Gwangkaeto-king," and the "Chungmugong Yi Sunsin," the 24,300-ton "Longwei" and "Fengxiang," and the 21,000-ton "Dongyue" and "Xiyue" and the 19,000-ton "Beiyue" and "Nanyue" four warships. After 25 years of the rise of East Asia, these 18 excellent warships were finally forged in no less way than those of European and American competitors in the same period, and they were not only the crystallization of the popularization of East Asia in the era of great industry. It is also a symbol of the rejuvenation of Greater East Asia centered on Chinese civilization!

However. Since the start of the war, they have not been able to catch up with the opportunity, and with an opponent of equal strength, to have a dignified duel, to win or lose, to live or die, straight to the bottom, naked. Prove your worth.

"This time, we'll prove one

Sa Zhenbing in his heart, to himself. For the eighteen main ships under his feet and outside the portholes, he made a promise that only he and the heavens knew.

In the Strait of Malacca, the compass bridge of the battlecruiser "Thunderbolt".

Bald-headed, bald-bellied, with an unorthodox face and a notoriously fiery temper, Admiral Yuan Feng held his beloved saber and stared proudly at the sea ahead.

Under the clear blue sky, you can clearly see the green coast of the Malay Peninsula and Sumatra on both sides of the strait, and the endless blue sky. Army fighter formations on cover duty shuttled back and forth like flies. From time to time it buzzed over the top of the mast of a certain battleship, provoking cheers like this: "See us?" We're finally off at home. Let's fight the Caucasians! The British Empire is sinking! ”

"Report to the commander, Commander Sa is calling."

Yuan Feng didn't look back, his left hand was on the knife, and his right hand crossed his shoulder and stretched back; "Bring it."

After only a cursory glance, he threw it to a staff officer beside him.

"Order, the whole team will sail towards Yangon at maximum speed."

In a few moments, a new signal flag climbed to the top of the mast of the "Thunderbolt".

Beginning with the "Thunderbolt", followed by five ships of the same type, "Thunder", "Thunder", "Thunder", "Kirishima", and "Haruna", one after another, spewed out large puffs of thick black smoke from their two large chimneys, and the bow of the ship with dragon or chrysanthemum patterns broke through the light blue water one after another, and the waves dragged forward one after another.

As the two sides of the strait move farther away, the waters widen and lie ahead of the Andaman Sea, which is surrounded by mainland Myanmar, the Malay Peninsula, Sumatra and the Andaman and Nicobar Islands.

It was nearly noon, and the waves were calm, and the formation of ground fighters of the army turned around one by one and returned to sail, and the destroyers and cruisers of the surrounding escort sites had not issued an anti-submarine warning since they left the port.

"Looks like it's going to be going well today."

Yuan Feng muttered to himself.

Twenty-six ships of the reconnaissance unit of the Indian Raiders Fleet were the first to enter the theater on the afternoon of 1 September 1915.

Thousands of soldiers, hundreds of vehicles, bustling on the docks, shore, hundreds of large and small ships, densely packed, spread all over the port, stretching to the outside of the port, all kinds of sampan motorboats busy shuttling through this "steel Venice city".

In the air, wave after wave of warplanes circled back and forth, eager to completely cover the entire airspace.

Senior General Deng Jian, commander of the Indian Front, the commander of the Indian Front, the second-class battleship "Ruixiang", the flagship of the Indian Raider Fleet's support force, was as calm as water when he saw this busy and urgent scene.

The three generals standing in front of him: Admiral Ma Shengyu, commander of the Indian Raider Fleet Support Force, Vice Admiral Yu Dalong, commander of the first wave of landing forces and commander of the 1st Marine Army, and Admiral Yuan Shikai, commander of the second wave of landing forces and the 12th Group Army, also had different spirits, Ma Shengyu was cautious and calm and did not smile, Yu Dalong was proud and outstanding, and Yuan Shikai was flattering and smiling.

The performance of the troops under the command of the three of them. It will ultimately be decided whether Jericho's Combined Entente Fleet will break through to the decisive battlefield in the Bay of Bengal, as expected.

"Three, before we set out, I would like to stress once at the last and last at the last - the main purpose of this operation was to lure out the Combined Fleet of the Entente and deal a decisive blow, and for this purpose I did not hesitate to put the support troops and the landing force in danger. Even as a last resort, the part can be sacrificed to protect the whole. Your mission is not just a bait, it can even be said that it is a bet, to bet you on it, so that the enemy will have a big gamble with us with the expectation of eating you. Even if you are eaten for a while. As long as we win the last bet, your sacrifice is worth it, it is immortal, and it will last forever, do you understand? If there is any doubt, I will raise it at once, and when the ship sets sail at my feet, you will no longer have your own will. ”

Deng Jian finished speaking in one go. Look around at the three of them and wait for a reaction.

"If sacrifice is necessary, rest assured. I will lead the fleet to the end until the last warship disappears from the sea. Ma Shengyu spoke first with an expressionless face.

"Don't worry, we'll plant the dragon flag on the top of the highest palace in Kolkata before Jericho's cannon hits us." Yu Dalong sneered.

Yuan Shikai hesitated for a long time, and then he stood up solemnly and said: "Your subordinates and all the officers and soldiers of the 12th Group Army swear to fight hard for our emperor, although there is no regret in death, long live the empire!" No matter what—I, Yuan, will never surrender! ”

Deng Jian folded his arms and nodded: "Your sincerity." I really feel it. In this way, I am relieved. Good luck to you guys, we'll see you later. "The flagship of the troops, the fleet aircraft carrier" Dapeng ".

"It looks like we're going to cross the Sunda Strait into the Indian Ocean, and it's really a mobile force."

On the side of the flight deck in front of the island, Captain Qi Peng, squadron leader of the 116th Ship Attack Squadron, squinted and sighed while raising his hand to block the blazing sun at five degrees south latitude.

The female captain with a smooth ponytail beside him, Cai Guolan, the squadron leader of the 504th Ship Battle Squadron, obviously had no interest in his cold humor, just twisted his neck diagonally, looked up at the strange grate-like device on the top of the ship island, and was stunned.

"Squadron Leader Cai, have you been staring at that thing for a quarter of an hour, aren't you afraid of twisting your neck?" Unwilling to fail, Qi Peng put on a look of concern that seemed to be mocking.

Cai Guolan suddenly glanced at him, her hands on her waist, her neck first clockwise and then counterclockwise clicked in a circle, and the beating ponytail crossed a beautiful arc behind the shoulders that showed a soft curve - asked casually: "Qi Peng, what do you think that thing is?" ”

Qi Peng opened his right palm and slapped it into the air: "My team members call it a fly swatter, but I'm sure that it can't shoot small flies, and it can't be used to clean up big flies." ”

"You can't just look at things...... Just like that man......"

"What that guy?"

"Nothing...... Didn't you have anything to do? Cai Guolan, who said that he had leaked his mouth, hurriedly turned his head and tried to shrink his face, which was red from shyness, into the shadow of the ship.

"Like you, I'm on standby." Qi Peng smiled and shrank his head.

There are words in the words, Cai Guolan will not be unable to hear them, but now she has no time to delve into them.

A letter from Beijing that day brought back her irrepressible memories of the few dozen hours on Oahu: the stalled propellers, Qi Bing who sacrificed his life to accompany him and the sugarcane cutting agents who killed him halfway, the special operations troops who broke through the vast darkness and landed from the huge airship, the special operations wing captain who rushed to kill the front but slaughtered the prisoners of war with his own hands, the two-faced men who sharply reprimanded her and cared for her gently, and the long and cheerful conversation on the truck......

Attached to the letter is a photo of the Royal Yanjing team Chengxian winning the Royal League in four years, and there is actually the autograph of all the team members on the back of the photo - this is the most dreamed thing of Cai Guolan all winter except for shooting down enemy planes.

Of course, Cai Guolan will not forget that person's name - Liang, Gen, Sheng, it sounds quite rustic, but it is very kind when you think about it, what is going on?

However, the ocean is vast, and the big war is imminent, when will we meet, that person, has never considered this?

"Such a lovely flower of the First Sentai is finally leaving us......"

On the second floor of the island, on the bridge of the commanding ship, a baby-faced lieutenant colonel leaned against the porthole and looked down.

"Counselor Jiang, what are you muttering alone?"

The deep voice coming from behind - don't think about it, it is Major General Bi Lingbo, the commander of the First Aviation Combat Team.

Jiang Ye, the second combat staff officer of the First Aviation Combat Team, flicked up and turned around on the spot: "Yes, report to the chief, I am observing the sea situation." ”

Bi Lingbo sneered, approached the porthole, followed Jiang Ye's posture just now, and turned his head to ask Jiang Ye: "Tell me, when you were in the sea school, which instructor taught you to observe the sea conditions like this?" ”

Jiang Ye smiled, scratched his head and said, "Sir...... Did you hear it all? ”

Bi Lingbo snorted dissatisfiedly, stood up straight, and his inquiring gaze wandered between the two figures below.

"Is there anything else you'd like to report about the Flower of the First Clan?"

Jiang Ye raised his head and chested: "Yes-I heard that Squadron Leader Cai and Second Lieutenant Qi Bing received a love letter from Beijing at the same time...... That's it. ”

The corners of Bi Lingbo's mouth curled: "That's the case, then what is the Squadron Leader Qi down there doing now?" ”

Jiang Ye's eyes turned left and right: "This, my subordinates thought that this was just a ...... between the two squadron leaders." Normal communication. ”

"Normal communication? Very good, so let's understand it. ”

Bi Lingbo said, put his hands behind his back, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and seemed to have lost interest in this matter.

"Yes, by the way, I don't seem to see Commander Liang today."

Jiang Ye could see the heavy thoughts on the chief's face, and he knew what the root knot was.

"He's been squatting in the chart room for a day, do you know? Yesterday the Commander told me that the Commander's bridge was too narrow. ”

"That's it?" Jiang Ye blinked, and an ominous premonition suddenly welled up in his heart.

"I won't fail to understand the deep meaning, so I have decided to move the team headquarters to the wingman Yunpeng tonight as an alternate for the fleet headquarters."

"However, before, Commander Liang and you didn't always cooperate well......

Bi Lingbo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "At this time, at that time, I personally don't care, I'm only worried that Chief Liang is too obsessed with his own achievements, so that he will live up to Commander Sa's hard work." ”

"Commander Liang's temperament has indeed changed dramatically recently, and to put it mildly, he is quite stubborn and self-serving, presumably carried away by the unimaginable victory at Pearl Harbor......

"That's it." Bi Lingbo glared at Jiang Ye unhappily, "What's the point of saying this?" Go get ready and transfer the headquarters after dinner. "Climb ^ book ^ net, this chapter is first published by "".