The Myoko's hull was on fire, the main gun in the tail section was destroyed, and the deck was in chaos, with charred corpses still burning in flames.

The devil sailors immediately dragged two high-pressure water cannons to prepare to put out the fire, but more and more fighters broke through the sky, and the situation became dangerous.

"Peng Peng Peng Peng Peng...!"

Another pirate fired at a low altitude, and the airborne rockets whizzed into the ship, and the flames instantly swallowed up all life in its path.

The six .50 machine guns on the plane also let out a fatal roar, and everywhere they went, there were stumps and broken arms, and the little devils who were still fighting the fire immediately turned into rotten flesh, and the noisy shouts were incessant.

「早く火を消しに行き末す!"

"Hurry up and save people!"

The pipe of a high-pressure water gun was pierced, gushing clear water mixed with blood flowed all over the deck, and all kinds of corpses around him who were blown off their hands and feet were shocking, and the cruel scene tortured the little devil's heart...

Seeing that a gap was opened in the defense line of the Japanese ships, other formations also began to attack the Myoko, and more and more fighters surrounded it, causing the pressure on the little devils on the Myoko to surge sharply.

No one noticed that the two Beaufort torpedo bombers quietly bypassed the middle area where the fire was most intense, and came to a distance of two nautical miles from the right flank of the enemy fleet, flying as low as possible close to the surface of the sea, and slowly approaching.

However, due to the intermittent attack of the fighters in the sky, it was difficult for the Myoko, which was already slightly damaged, to turn around slowly.

For a while, the battlefield bloomed on all sides, and there were explosions everywhere, and there was no idle place at all, and the opponent perfectly interpreted what it meant to be suppressed at a level of firepower.

It was unexpected, the Japanese captain was willing to give the order to abandon ship, and was attacked so weakly that the life of the heavy cruiser also retreated into the countdown.

After that, it is not the absolute killing area of the opponent's anti-aircraft machine guns, and even if we have the slightest courage, we dare to drive that light bomber to break through the enemy's fire network.

As the distance got closer and closer, the sharp-eyed Japanese sailors under the Myoko also discovered our whereabouts, and suddenly we hurriedly operated the broadside machine guns to block the other side.

Suddenly, the big devils rushed into the sea, their ears full of miserable screams, and several hands fluttering outside the water.

"Report Junzuo, the 1st Regiment of the Armored Brigade has arrived at the designated position..."

My gut tells me that the other side should still be using all their strength, and there seems to be no fewer fighters in the sky.

Liao Mingyu suddenly came to his senses, and immediately commanded, "Inform all troops, and launch a general attack on the whole front before the artillery bombardment and bombardment begin!"

"The 6th and 7th Battalions of the 503rd Regiment of the New 70th Division, the 1st Tank Battalion and Armored Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 200th Division, and the 1st Main Regiment of the 8th Rong Division, the following units are all ready for the worst and are waiting for orders to join the battle at any time!"

At that time, the signal soldier walked up to him with a telegram and whispered:

At this time, the world's fighters were planning to let us go, and the machine guns were whizzing out of the water, and the blood was slowly staining the sea water, and the lifeboats were enough, and even fewer soldiers were drowned alive under the way to escape.

By the halfway point of the battle, not a single destroyer or heavy cruiser had been destroyed, and the result would have made the commander of the naval fleet so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

The two torpedoes landed perfectly at a standard angle, and the propeller at the tail rolled up a small amount of air bubbles in the water and pushed the bomb backwards, and the two planes immediately turned around and left the battlefield.

The officer outside the control room of the Myoko tower was very slow to receive the report from his superiors, and the situation was imminent, and the captain immediately ordered the rudder to turn to the left to avoid the torpedo coming at great speed.

"Understood!" The signal corpsman replied with a salute.

Two loud bangs and a fierce explosion came as scheduled, shaking the water column and rising into the sky, and all the sailors under the ship were shaken to the ground.

At this time, I still maintained a low level of concentration, quietly watching the movements under the battlefield, except for often asking some questions, almost before speaking.

It is certain that the enemy's seventh wave of attack formations has arrived on the battlefield, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for the remaining ships to enter in full force.

[In view of the general environment,

As a small amount of seawater poured into the ship's hold, the bow of the Ashigara was sharply cocked, and it was only a matter of time before it sank.

"The 2nd Regiment of the Armored Brigade has arrived at the designated position and is ready for battle..."

Moreover, the torpedo firing position is very close, the speed can reach 37 knots, and the distance from one square meter still takes 80 seconds, even if the Myolow sails with the minimum horsepower, it is difficult to get rid of it.

There was a twinkle in my eyes, and the corners of my mouth raised a safe arc, without Stilwell's full support, nearly two hundred planes were still surrounding his eight heavy cruisers, which really deserved to die.

And now that he is in a low position, he naturally has fewer things to consider, and he will charge into battle like he will do in the future, and at the same time, even a big decision will affect the lives of thousands of people.

The bullets whizzed towards the target, but there was only one Type 93 13.2 low-fire machine gun that could be adjusted slowly on the side of the Urina side, but whether it was range or power, it was not a pain or itch for the Pofort torpedo bomber, and the accuracy of the distance problem was OK, and a few big maneuvers made it difficult for the devil machine gunner to bite the target.

The city of Yangon, which was full of gunsmoke, has now become a bag, and even the arrogant Japanese fleet in the past has fallen into a dead end.

Liao Mingyu clasped his hands to his chest and thought a lot, his fingers beat his arms rhythmically, and he remembered how cold-blooded he was when he led troops to fight in the future, and the pressure of torturing people under the line of life and death is still unseasonable.

At this time, the rear of the 88th Army was brightly lit outside the command post, the radio was ringing and stopping, and the busy figures of the officers abounded.

Now there was a hole in the right flank of the Japanese fleet, a Shiraro-class destroyer was blown up and was sinking into the sea, and the Myoko was slightly damaged, and the anti-aircraft firepower was slightly reduced, giving the torpedo machine an excellent opportunity.

At a distance of one kilometer from each other, the pilots of the two Beaufort bombers decisively threw two 18-inch anti-ship torpedoes carried under the fuselage.

The other low-angle guns are still dealing with the threat from overhead, and it is difficult to attack enemy planes below sea level in a short time.

Hundreds of aerial bombs were as bad as hailstones, and they fell to the ground and exploded into flames, and the building was a small and sturdy building, and it turned into a pile of rubble in an instant.

The desperate big devil could only use the machine gun outside his hand to do useful work, and watched the other party get closer and closer.

……

Since the end of the attack, Liao Mingyu has been standing behind the observation window like an old monk and talking for two hours.

The huge gap in the torpedo attack is like the mouth of a giant beast with a small mouth open, and the sea water is surging back into the cabin, swallowing all the big devils who are clear...

The enemy's fighter group was still attacking, and the B17 Aerial Fort also ended the bombardment of the Japanese troops in Yangon, and together with the army artillery, they staged a huge baptism of fire.

After all, all the tasks of retreating are all bad in terms of planning and planning, and now we are just letting the troops retreat in turn according to the original plan, which tests our tactical ability and the cooperation between various troops.

Very slowly, under the horrified gaze of the young Japanese sailors, two torpedoes dragging the wake slammed into the front of the hull.