There are a lot of crazy things in this world, but one of them is definitely flying a fighter plane and rushing into a battleship full of anti-aircraft artillery all over its body - countless dazzling shells are dragging the light towards you, and the plane you are piloting is as vulnerable as a blank sheet of paper in front of these shells.

Weave your way through the dense cobwebs of fire, dodging enemy fire that could cause fatal damage, then keep the plane on track, drop a deadly torpedo or bomb on target, and then try to get out of danger - perhaps it's safer to challenge a python with your bare hands than this.

Perhaps the mission of attacking ships was too dangerous, which led Germany in another time and space to develop a brain-wrenching anti-ship missile like the Fritz-X to avoid the risk of losing pilots. Unfortunately, in this time and space, the Fritz-X was still on the design drawings and did not equip the German troops in time, so the German pilots had to use their courage to face the British battleship that set up anti-aircraft guns like hedgehogs.

One after another, the Stuka bombers aimed at the British battleship in the distance and began to dive and attack, the buzzer on the plane made a ghostly roar, and the sky suddenly filled the sky with a terrible scream. Some of the torpedo-mounted FW-190s began to fly close to the surface of the sea, aiming their noses at the side of the British fleet.

The British Navy, as an old powerhouse, has an absolutely excellent level of training. Their anti-aircraft fire was very calm and calm, and although there were occasional mistakes, there was never large-scale chaos or collapse. Coupled with the American planes that constantly interfered with the German planes overhead, the battle between the two sides really became an intractable situation for a while.

The carrier-based aircraft of the German naval aviation tried in every possible way to tear apart the enemy's air defense network, but after losing a large number of aircraft, they still failed to accomplish their purpose. The enemy's anti-aircraft fire network was still impermeable, and most of the bombs and torpedoes dropped by Germany were dodged without causing any decisive damage.

The German pilots who flew the planes were very anxious and tried all kinds of methods, but the more anxious they were, the more they felt the pressure of the opposing anti-aircraft fire. Another ten minutes had passed before the time had passed, but none of the British battleships had been hit by the Germans.

William...... If this continues, this attack will be a waste of opportunity again! We don't have much time, we can't waste it all here!" said to his commander on a Stuka bomber, piloting his plane and rushing almost vertically to the sea: "I swore an oath under the national flag...... I'm going to fight to the end for this country. ”

"Calm down! The next time we dive, try to drop bombs from both sides at the same time to imitate the opponent for an S-shaped maneuver!" In the headset, the voice of the captain behind him came. The interference of the electric current did not affect the anxiety in the voice in the slightest, and people could feel the helplessness of the speaker when they listened to it.

"Follow me! I'm going to hit that damn British battleship this time!" the German pilot, who was flying at the front, shook slightly as his plane shook as his plane swayed slightly as he dives at high speed.

"I'm right behind you! Your dive angle is too vertical! Change it! Change it! Otherwise, you won't be able to pull up the plane according to the warning prompt!" The captain's voice continued: "You dive at this angle, and the red line on the cabin canopy is no longer accurate! God!"

The Stuka bomber in front of it apparently did not intend to heed the captain's reminder behind it, but roared its engines and dived almost vertically towards the deck of the British Navy's aircraft carrier HMS Ark Royal.

Guzmán...... Drop the bomb quickly! Pull it up! Fool! You're too close to the sea!" The captain of the plane following him, the captain in charge of the attack batch, was obviously stunned by the scene in front of him, and he tried hard to pull up his plane, but found that the old acquaintance in the distance had no intention of pulling the plane again.

"Tell my son! Tell him I love him!" Guzman, the pilot of the Stuka bomber, said in a deep voice in the headset. Behind him, in the navigator's position, the shooter, who had been beaten into a sieve by bullets, was swaying his head low back and forth with the air current.

After a pause of about a second, Guzmann, the German carrier-based pilot, who was about to crash into the deck of an aircraft carrier, shouted out the last words of his life: "Long live Greater Germany!"

"Boom!" With an explosion, the German Stuka carrier-based aircraft crashed into the turret of a high-level dual-purpose gun on the deck side of the aircraft carrier Ark Royal. The explosion caused the turret, as well as the surrounding armored deck and many of the steel plates on the side sides, to change shape and splash in all directions.

The destructive force of the twin turrets destroyed a considerable circle around the flight deck, which was a little higher than the flight deck, and directly lifted a fighter plane parked on it, sending the fighter jet into the sea in the distance.

The sudden explosion made the entire Ark Royal aircraft carrier shake and tremble violently, and Dudley Pound, who was standing on the bridge, almost didn't stand firm, and grabbed the table next to him to barely fall. But when he looked up in horror, he saw a huge explosion smoke rising directly in front of his porthole, tumbling and steaming and slowly drifting away.

"We've been hit!" an officer screamed as he stood firm against the wall with one hand and his hat with the other, "Quick! Get the fire brigade and the damage control officer over!"

Dudley Pound was shocked to say a word at the explosion in front of him, and he had been praying that the British Royal Navy would be able to survive the battle, but in the end he found that his prayers seemed to be in vain.

"Go to the place of the explosion at once! I want to confirm the damage to the Ark Royal! Hurry up!" the captain shouted a series of orders from behind Dudley Pound: "Let the Liverpool on the side hurry up and cover us as much as possible! Call George! Let him confirm the damage to the ship's hull! Eliminate the danger of flooding! Quick!"

That's the difference between a captain and a fleet commander. As the commander of the fleet, Dudley Pound may be more sensitive about when to strike or retreat, but the captain of each ship knows his own ships well and will give the order that best suits the current situation at the first time.

George, a sailor who fought in the Battle of the English Channel, a soldier who witnessed the defeat of the British Royal Navy, had just a few minutes ago sat at his command post, praying that he would not have to show up.

But as the violent tremor of the ship's hull came, George knew that his battleship had really been hit this time. When the battleship was shaking and the sound of explosions was wafting back and forth in the corridor, he immediately issued a combat order to his subordinates to rush to repair: "Broadside! Carry firefighting equipment! Act quickly!"

After hearing the order, these on-call damage managers hurriedly took action, some people used the phone in the cabin to contact the damage management personnel near the bombed lot, and some people ran directly to the bombed place with people, and the entire corridor and individual cabins were in chaos, and everyone was playing their biggest role in stopping the loss.

"What exactly hit us? Now that the ammunition compartment of the anti-aircraft gun is on fire, and an explosion can occur at any moment, it is necessary to prevent the fire from spreading further, so as not to threaten the fuel and other ammunition on board. The captain of the Ark Royal began to ask what had happened to his ship as soon as the ship stopped shaking. Everyone saw the explosion, but the exact cause would have to be answered by asking the observation post and the witnesses on the deck.

In addition to thousands of ground crews, service personnel and sailors, there are also some other things: hundreds of tons of aerial bombs, other weapons and ammunition, fuel for aircraft and fuel for the aircraft carrier itself...... It's actually no different from a huge powder keg ammunition depot, it's something that's very easy to destroy.

What makes Dudley Pound a little helpless is that now the aircraft carrier on his side has been hit by the enemy, and it is on fire, the situation looks very dangerous, if anything happens to this aircraft carrier, the remaining battleships will also be eaten up by the German aircraft carrier, and it is likely that only half of the ships will be able to escape back to Canada.

"Are we all going to die here today?" Dudley Pound let out a low sigh as he watched the smoke rise from obscuring his vision, he was waiting for the battleships of the Villain and the battleship Nelson to arrive, if the two battleships could enter the vicinity of the German fleet at this time and start an artillery battle that the British were good at, he would have at least three points of victory.

However, if the battleship Villain and the battleship Nelson did not arrive on time, then the British Navy might have really suffered a catastrophe. The soldiers were busy frantically, spraying seawater on the spot of the fire in an attempt to stop the fire from spreading.

But something desperate happened, the German planes saw the aircraft carrier Ark Royal on fire, and immediately surrounded it, and they also desperately threw bombs and torpedoes at the Ark Royal, trying to sink the British aircraft carrier completely. Even in order to attack the Ark Royal, the battleship Queen Elizabeth, which was on fire on the other side, seemed to be ignored at this moment.