The Boston Empire paid more attention to the fact that under the leadership of the Jarman Empire Navy, a group of new Boston sailors grew up again and began to adapt to the new mode of naval warfare that had become completely different. Under the cover of the Allied Southern Fleet, the scarred Allied Northern Fleet headed for Wilhelmshaven, but they did not know that the suffering of the Allied fleet was not over.

Armed with the wrecked battleship, the Allied fleet slowly sailed to the port of Brest, where they were to repair the damaged warship. At an altitude of 8,000 meters above sea level, which is invisible to the naked eye, a Flying Fish water reconnaissance plane is watching the movements of this fleet and reporting to Sun Xiaohu by radio at any time.

"The naval battle is over, and the Entente fleet is returning to port, eighty nautical miles from us." Wan Yong carefully drew lines on the chart, marking the location and reporting to Sun Xiaohu.

Sun Xiaohu nodded: "Now it's time for us to attack, order all carrier-based aircraft to take off, attack aircraft all carry torpedoes, we have to surprise these guys a little." ”

Wan Yong straightened up and smiled, "That's right, this is definitely a big surprise." ”

As soon as the order was issued, the sailors on the aircraft carrier quickly became busy, and all 420 planes of the four 'Lord' class aircraft carriers and one 'Eagle's Nest' water aircraft carrier were dispatched from the nest, and one after another the fighters rowed out of the runway, gathered in the sky to form a huge group of planes, and flew towards the east.

With less than a hundred nautical miles to go from the port of Brest, Marshal Jericho breathed a sigh of relief and finally brought back the fleet, and now all he had to do was write a report on the losses of both sides, after all, in terms of the rate of losses, he had achieved a rare victory.

At this moment, there was a sudden humming engine noise in the sky, and all the sailors working on the deck could not help but lift up, but soon they were so frightened that their mouths were wide open, and they could no longer hold back.

A dark cloud from the west was moving rapidly, rushing towards the fleet, and when they got closer, they realized that it was not a dark cloud, but an unimaginably large group of planes, and the dense number made everyone's hearts sink.

"Marshal, no, there are air strikes." An officer panted and pushed away from Marshal Jericho's side, and Jericho, who was writing the battle report, shook his hand in shock, and the pen fell on the table with a clatter, and the pen water that flowed out polluted a large area of the half-written battle report.

"Quick, order all warships to prepare for air defense, order carrier-based aircraft to rise into the air to intercept." Jericho gave the order in a hoarse voice. At the order, all the warships raised their modest anti-aircraft guns to look for approaching enemy aircraft, and several aircraft carriers began to use their booms to lower their planes into the water so that they could take off on the surface using pontoons.

Marshal Jericho, who rushed to the bridge, raised the telescope in his hand, and the huge golden dragon emblem under the wing of the plane made Marshal Jericho's heart tremble: "It's over, it's the air force of the Chinese Empire." ”

"Descend in height and start attacking." The captains of the squadrons of attack aircraft issued the same command almost simultaneously. One after another, Swordfish attack planes swept across the water and quickly approached the side of the battleship at a speed of 180 kilometers per hour.

While attacking the battleships, these carrier-based aircraft did not forget the four Sahr seaplane carriers, and in order to prevent those seaplanes from taking off to participate in the battle, dozens of Swordfish attack aircraft first attacked these seaplane carriers. Seaplane carriers had a cumbersome take-off, and they needed to put their aircraft into the water with a boom before taking off, which was extremely inefficient, so when the attack planes of the Imperial Chinese Navy approached these carriers, they dropped a few planes.

The sparse anti-aircraft fire rang out, and the wide-eyed Sahr sailors fired frantically in an attempt to prevent the other side from dropping torpedoes, but it was all in vain. Nearly 300 attack planes and 20 Exocet reconnaissance planes lowered their altitudes and threw one airborne torpedo after another into the sea.

Straight lines of water run wildly across the country, drawing trajectories of death and rushing towards their respective targets. Jerry was torn apart, watching countless torpedoes cross the sea, crashing into his own battleships and seaplane carriers, and the sound of violent explosions was heard one after another, and as the torpedoes hit, a large number of warships began to tilt into the water.

The Allies' sailors were not heroic, and those sailors who drove cruisers and destroyers relied on their own agility and high speed to skillfully intersperse, and often used the side side of their warships to block the torpedoes rushing towards the battleships, but unfortunately the tonnage of these destroyers was too small, and often the first torpedo would be blown up and sunk, and most of the sailors were not spared, even so, they still launched a suicidal assault as always, covering their own capital ships.

When the torpedoes of the Chinese Air Force were exhausted, the sea under the wings was already a hellish sight, a large number of warships were shot and caught fire, and many were sinking. Marshal Jericho looked blankly at the Chinese Air Force, which had begun to return home, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that the huge fleet that the Saar Empire regarded as a pride was destroyed under those planes that were not valued by the government, which made him so acceptable.

When the scarred Allied fleet returned to its home port, Jericho learned how big his losses were, and the Grand Fleet, which had more than 500 ships before departure, had returned less than 200 ships. The heaviest losses of these were the destroyer fleets, which had been reduced from 314 to 51, with a survival rate of less than one-sixth.

The battlefleet also paid the price of more than half of the sunk, and the rest of the surviving ships still had many hulls in the water, barely able to return to port, waiting for them will be a long repair period, I believe that within two years just to repair the injured warships, it is enough to give the major ships of the Entente a headache.

Field Marshal Scheer buried himself in the couch with a bottle of strong vodka in his hand, he had been extremely decadent since his casualties were counted, and in this battle he had lost a large number of warships, but had not destroyed enough enemy troops, it was a complete defeat, and his heart ached at the thought of the summons of the court-martial, which might come at any time, and the dismissal order from Wilhelm II.

"Marshal, great victory, great victory." His lieutenant ran in in a hurry, holding a newspaper in his hand so excited that he forgot to knock on the door.

Marshal Scheer's drunken eyes, which were already a little drunk, barely opened, looked at the newspaper in the adjutant's hand and whispered: "What a great victory, what does it have to do with us?" ”