Anti-aircraft shells poured into the sky like no money, and the sailors on the British ship frantically defended their beloved battleship, firing frantically with their signature 40mm guns to shoot down the German plane.

But apparently the speed of these German aircraft made the British Navy somewhat uncomfortable. And the range of the guns in their hands was obviously relatively short, and the steering was also difficult because of the heaviness, so they were somewhat powerless to deal with the German planes.

An airplane whizzed past the side of the warship, its wings glowing coldly in the sun, while behind them, two British gladiator fighters. Soon the British ship-based anti-aircraft guns found this godsend, and a dense barrage of shells hit the FW-190 torpedo attack aircraft. The German pilot did not have time to parachute before he crashed headlong into the icy water.

"No. 1! enemy fighters do not catch up and fight us at high altitudes. The wingman of the FW-190 torpedo attack captain said loudly in the headset: "They interfere with us at low altitude to drop bombs and expel us as targets for naval artillery." ”

It was true, the British pilots were very experienced, and they rushed up to attack the German planes while they were slowing down and throwing torpedoes. This pure cover play was very unsuitable for the inexperienced German naval aviation, and a torpedo plane was shot down in just over a minute after the attack began, but their targets were still unscathed.

"That's right! We can't let these backward planes play such a fool like this!" the commander nodded and agreed: "Drop torpedoes from a distance! Interfere with the speed of these ships! Create some opportunities for Stuka's side." ”

"Number 2 understands, you fly with me!" replied the wingman loudly.

Soon, the German fighters began to emerge from the melee and began to climb sharply. The old British Gladiator fighters simply couldn't keep up with the German fighters, so they had to give up the hunt and continue to hover at low altitudes in their own fleet, looking for opportunities.

"Stuka is coming!" the pilot of an FW-190 fighter jet shouted loudly in his headset as he saw friendly forces in the sky.

I am the commander of the FW-190 fighter formation, and we can't break through the opponent's air defense, so we need your cooperation. The captain said loudly as he circled in the air.

The captain of the Stuka bomber replied: "It seems that you have suffered a lot, what do you need us to do?"

The captain of the FW-190 fighter pondered for a moment and replied: "You dive and attack, my torpedo machine bites you and dives! If those old biplanes dare to come, leave it to us! You concentrate on dealing with the battleship!"

"Okay!" Stuka's captain immediately agreed to the tactical arrangement: "All bombers! Follow the attack mission just assigned! Lock on to the target! Bomber No. 2, you follow me! Let's deal with that battleship." ”

He signaled to the pilot of the plane he was riding, and the pilot in the front seat nodded, and as soon as he pushed the control stick, the whole plane began to dive violently. The commander leaned back in his seat and felt himself begin to lie backwards, little by little approaching the level.

The sounding device on the Stuka began to let out a terrible howl, like a falcon falling from the sky to pounce on its target. The scope on the driver's dashboard was aimed at the largest target in the center of the British fleet, and it shook violently in the middle of the battleship's chimney and bridge.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the 20 mm cannon on the Stuka wing opened fire violently, and the tracer bullets flew towards their target with the light, and soon a cloud of sparks and smoke rose from the middle of the battleship facing the nose, and one of the guns there was completely silent. And at this time, the whole Stuka dived faster.

The British biplane gladiator fighters hovering at low altitude saw that the main target they were guarding was in difficulty, and quickly rushed up, hoping to use the old tactics to interfere with Stuka's bombs and reduce the losses of the battleship.

But soon they suffered, when they began to pull up, the FW-190 fighters that fell from the sky just accelerated to the most advantageous state, the speed of the whole fighter was close to 600 km / h, the cannon began to shoot fierce tongues of fire, these old British biplane fighters could not react at all, and were smashed to pieces.

"Steady! Drop the bomb!" the pilot of the Stuka bomber shouted loudly, and pulled the plane up suddenly, the speed of the whole plane seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and the commander sitting in the back felt his internal organs stuck to his back. But the violent tremor of the fuselage let him know that the 600-pound bomb hanging in the center of the fuselage had detached from the fuselage.

And behind this Stuka bomber, another Stuka is also pulling up and climbing. The dispel device with the bomb hanging from its belly was still dangling, and at a glance it was clear that something heavy had been thrown out.

Sitting behind the pilot, the commander endured a huge inertial overload, watched the sky farther and farther away from him with his machine gun, and finally he could see the distant sea level through the tail rudder of the aircraft, and then a British destroyer and cruiser with tongues of fire appeared in his sight.

It was only at last that he finally saw the target of the plane that was diving into him, and on both sides of the battleship, various artillery guns were firing heavily at his plane. He saw a bullet hit the tail of the plane, leaving a small hole in it.

He pulled the trigger. The G42 machine gun made a distinctive sound of tearing cloth, and tracer bullets could clearly tell him that his bullets were indeed flying towards the target. But he couldn't feel that his bullet had hit anything, for the target was so big that he couldn't even see if the sailors running above had been hit and fell.

On the bridge of the British battleship Malaya, the commander was carefully watching the battle drama in the sky through the glass window. Truth be told, as a naval veteran of the First World War, the captain did not believe that German naval aviation could do much harm to his battleship.

He knew how strong his battleship really was, and below the deck were armor steel plates more than a decimeter thick, which were designed to ensure the safety of the battleship during large-caliber artillery battles! And then below were countless watertight compartments with steel plate partitions, and ammunition depots were protected by reinforced armor, this battleship could be said to be a steel fortress floating on the sea—how could it be sunk by a small carrier-based aircraft?

However, when he saw that the German planes in the sky began to change their tactics, hovering in the sky to meet another group of planes that were coming, and then began to dive down sharply, his heart still trembled inexplicably. He didn't understand what the German pilots were up to, but he had a sense of foreboding.

Suddenly, he felt a shudder under his feet, and his ship seemed to have been hit by something, and then his ship suddenly shook to the left, as if a huge wave had hit his starboard side. He looked to his starboard side, where there was a splash of water on the glass.

"Oh my God, can a carrier carry such a large bomb?" muttered the captain, and as he spoke, he began to take two steps towards his starboard side, when the whole warship suddenly jumped up, and he felt his feet leave the floor, and the whole person lost his balance and crashed headlong into the chart table in front of him.

"Oh my God, you hit it!" shouted the commander of the Stuka bomber formation, machine gun in hand. He saw the whole thing in its entirety, and the bombs dropped by his wingman hit the target they were trying to destroy.

His bomb dropped by his bomber hit the ship's starboard railing, and with a row of railings plunged into the sea on the starboard side of the ship, the Stuka bomb that followed him hit a gun emplacement, destroyed the guns there, and smashed into the deck of the Malayan battleship, stumbling all the way into the interior of the battleship.

Then his plane continued to pull up, and he saw his time bomb explode in the sea, splashing a huge column of water tens of meters high, which made the battleships on the side shake slightly. Then, he saw a terrible picture that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The whole Malayan battleship shuddered - indeed trembled, very violently. Then the middle of the battleship was suddenly pushed up by something, like a balloon that had been blown up.

Can you imagine tens of thousands of tons of steel being twisted, stretched, and then completely torn apart and destroyed? Can you believe that hundreds of meters of road suddenly crack and ruin? Can you draw in your mind a scene of a powerful wave of air lifting people into the air? Have you ever heard the sound of a violent explosion that can still be deafening through the heavy airplane canopy and headphones?

The whole battlefield seemed to be silent all of a sudden, and the roar of the aircraft engines could not be heard, the frantic shouts of teammates in the headphones could not be heard, and the explosions of anti-aircraft artillery shells could not be heard, as if God appeared in the sky and welcomed people into his arms.

As the plane climbs high into the sky, little by little, the sound returns to reality. The commander was not reserved, grabbed the intercom and shouted: "No. 2, No. 2! You hit it! God, you hit it!"

The loud explosion frightened the British, who were desperately fighting back, and they stared at the scene in front of them in a daze, not even knowing what to do. A thick cloud of black smoke poured out of the chimney of the battleship Malaya.

"See, I hit him, I hit him!" The wingman's frantic shouts came through the headphones: "Oh my God! I was hit too! My navigator was hit!"

The waters of the Atlantic Ocean are still cold, and this naval battle is destined to change something.