Chapter 92

"Lieutenant General, there is still an hour to go, and you can enter New York. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info I don't know if those armies have properly guarded the port. A young officer in a major's uniform complained uncomfortably. Don't be like Dardanelle. "The great Royal Navy is the most important force in maintaining the empire and crisscrossing the seven seas. It is often said that it was the invincible fleet, the labor force of India, the gold of South Africa, and the industry of the homeland that sustained the empire. But what is the use of those things without a fleet? Isn't it still the same that can't be saved, and can only be slaughtered by others?

Andrew. Brown. Lieutenant General Cunningham took his coffee and sipped it slowly, and he only smiled faintly at the major's words. It wasn't until the young man was almost impatient that he gave his short answer unhurriedly: "We, we have to believe in our comrades-in-arms, even if they are in the army." ”

Vice Admiral Cunningham participated in the tragic landing battle as the captain of the Royal Navy destroyer Scorpion, and the Royal Navy Division was also in the sequence of attacks, and that fiasco did not even raise any momentum to oppose it, because he had no position at all.

However, the new Dardanelles was doomed to be impossible, in order to bring the second batch of three Anglo-Indian divisions plus a newly formed Anglo-Indian light armored detachment from this otherworldly continent and fire support it within the permitted range, the Royal Navy also dispatched some of the main warships to carry out this "insignificant" task, after all, both the Prime Minister and the First Sea Secretary regarded this operation as a major move for the empire to continue for another hundred years.

However, even if there was a problem with those advance teams, could it be that some unintelligent monsters alone could stop the terrifying fire of the battleship? Although most of the warships in this operation had to go to the shipyard to spend their last lives, they still had to continue to fight for the hegemony of the empire before that.

Vice Admiral Cunningham is currently aboard the super-dreadnought USS Ireland, his flagship for this sortie, along with the seven-gun turret nicknamed the Agincourt, which along with the USS Fury will form the mainstay of the newly formed expeditionary fleet. In addition, the quasi-dreadnoughts Lord Nelson and Agamemnon were also crammed into the expeditionary fleet in a waste manner, and they were no longer even qualified as training ships, and the older dreadnoughts more advanced than them took their place, which was the last journey of their lives. The cruisers were two Type E light cruisers that were built urgently during the World War, and the destroyers were also eight Admiralty M types completed during the war. A large number of old ships were gathered here, so much so that this fleet was nicknamed the "scrap iron detachment", and Vice Admiral Cunningham also became the "scrap iron admiral".

Vice Admiral Cunningham himself certainly had no sense of the nickname of the Australian fleet that had seized the self-defeating martial arts, but his sailors were extremely dissatisfied, and who wouldn't want to pilot a more advanced warship, if possible? But the order is like this, and it is not something that ordinary soldiers like them can choose.

Soon, several walrus seaplanes were catapulted out and slowly flew towards the shoreline, trying to determine whether the harbor was safe and whether a landing operation should be launched. Of course, no one could go unscathed by the combined strike of 10 13.5-inch guns and 22 12-inch guns, at least the entire fleet, including Vice Admiral Cunningham. What's more, the weather is sunny today, and there are more seaplanes shooting?

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"Captain, look, what should we do? The situation is getting more and more complicated. The reconnaissance planes also found a fleet that seemed to be stuck in the era of giant ships and cannons, and was supposed to be in the same group as the Indians. Shall we... Destroy them? ”

"You're going to... By what means? Captain Wolf curled up in a large black robe, wrapping him all in, looking like a medieval witch or something like that. With his looming fiasco face and eerie temperament, if you go to cosplay, you may be able to get a prize.

However, the reincarnation who faced him was not so leisurely, and it was really chilling that all the evil qi that had been accumulated for several days since he was injured was born all at once. If he could escape, I believe that this person would have fled without a trace. But... He didn't dare, and he couldn't. I had to bear it silently here.

"Captain, we have a lot of anti-ship missiles and laser cannons, and we should also have a lot of stock of some aircraft cards, if we can sink them... Even a few losses should be worth it, right? I just don't know how many bonus points a ship is worth. The half-kneeling boy replied tremblingly, he had seen too many so-called geniuses like him who were easily executed for opposing the big team or disobeying the captain, as for the anti-killing captain... Not one!

The strong penalty clause makes them have no way and dare not resist at all. Otherwise... There is only one dead end. Genius is never lacking in this world, and if he dies, genius is just a piece of loess, and even no bones remain. He didn't want to die, and enduring it was his only option.

Survival of the fittest... Social Darwinism was developed to the limit in this space, and all those who thought it was a fallacy eventually died miserably. He doesn't want to be next.

"Anti-ship missiles, laser cannons ... Then go for the arrangement. Before that, though, there's a couple of little flies to deal with. Before the man's words fell, the whole person had jumped out, the wings about two meters long behind him suddenly unfolded, his hands burned with red blood, and with a long roar, he rushed straight towards several "walruses" and "swordfish" in the distance.

"Jack, what's that?" The navigator of a torpedo plane of the "Swordfish" type muttered to the pilot. This navigator system is also a great wonder of the Royal Naval Aviation, the strange design, the extra space that one person needs, completely neutralizes the performance of the excellent products brought about by Britain's developed engine industry, so that the aircraft of the Royal Naval Aviation are almost all like garbage before the appearance of the Sea Spitfire, which is also extremely sad. The Swordfish is one of the best because it has three seats...

"How do I know, maybe it's a bird or something. Lutz, you have time to care about this, why don't you think about what kind of lunch we'll enjoy when we get back? If something special happens, we're going to have to strike continuously. ”

"As long as it's not hot cocoa and chocolate chunks, every time it's that thing, I'm going to throw up."

"Hopefully... Oh my, what the hell is that? Fight back, fight back. ”

Before the words fell, before the firepower came out, a swordfish and a walrus were directly exploded by the flying red flames, Jack scolded loudly, and at the same time, he didn't care about fighting back, but just pulled up the height of the plane with all his might, and immediately turned and flew in the direction of the mothership. He didn't care that this would reveal the location of the mothership, and he just wanted to hurry back over the mothership and escape with the dense anti-aircraft fire of the fleet.

Almost all pilots began to turn the nose of the plane and push the joystick desperately, eager to squeeze out the last bit of horsepower of their car's engine, even if they could only increase the speed of even a thousand meters, they would have a little more hope of survival than others.

However, one plane after another was blown up by the other party's volley, and Jack and Ruz were already terrified, and it seemed that they might not have a chance to return to their hometown... I really want to see the stinking Thames again, I really want to breathe the filthy air of London again... Pity...

"Jack, we're getting out!"

Just after Jack had completely closed his eyes and waited for death, Luz suddenly spoke, pulling him back from hell to heaven.

"Run... Escaped... How is that possible..."

Jack was a little confused.

Don't...

He looked sharply ahead, less than 20,000 meters ahead of him was the mothership he had set off, furious.

It was time for him to get ready to land.

As he got closer, he could clearly hear the crowd of people running on the deck, the piercing air raid sirens... The battleship that began to accelerate ...

No one cared how he landed, and behind him were more than twenty strange planes and the strange man with wings on his back, who began the first round of attack on the British expeditionary fleet.

ps: Tsk, I think of the Plese armor stalk again, it's too pale, I can't bear to look at it directly. Also, I haven't had a holiday yet, I haven't had a holiday yet...