"If the Head of State hadn't insisted, I would have cancelled this mutually consumed attack." Lütjens looked at the losses of the second wave of attack aircraft group and complained to Marshal Redel on the side with some pain: "Look! Look! Two attacks cost me almost 50 aircraft! This is like killing me!"

Redel was also a little afraid of the losses. After all, Germany's family is now full of money. If there is a little mistake, even if Redel is hanged, he will be nailed to the pillar of shame of the German country forever.

However, after thinking about the order Akado gave him and the analysis report on the speed of construction of US Navy warships, Radell finally made him determined to fight to the death. He gritted his teeth and ordered Lütjens fiercely: "Send the fifth wave of attack troops immediately, we must obey the orders of the head of state!"

"Oh God! I hope the Head of State is right this time!" Lütjens grabbed a call in front of him and issued an order to the other end: "Continue to take off the attack aircraft group at any cost, sink the British aircraft carrier Royal Ark, and the two American aircraft carriers! This is an order! Implement immediately! Long live the Head of State!"

At the far end of the sea, the Royal Navy's Ark Royal aircraft carrier, with a beautiful turn, avoided the fatal threat of a torpedo. Dudley Pound's prayer seemed to have worked, allowing the British Navy's flagship to pass by death again this time.

However, on the other side, on the US aircraft carrier fleet, things were not that simple. The temporary modified escort aircraft carrier was eventually dropped by a bomb from a German carrier-based aircraft, hitting the originally not spacious deck. The huge explosion immediately destroyed the ability of the escort aircraft carrier take-off and landing aircraft, and even the boiler was affected because the explosion was very close to the chimney.

The flames burned, more than ten meters high. The thick smoke covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible for the nearby Allied escort ships to see what was happening on the deck. A nearby destroyer sent a telegram to the Royal Ark, which was about the news that the escort carrier was hit: "The smoke was too heavy, and I saw the fire, but I could not see anything else."

On the Ark of Royal, Dudley Pound found that his palms were already full of sweat. Because he was too nervous, he clenched his fists and almost pierced his palms with his fingernails. The Ark of Royal avoided the attack just now, but because he wanted to avoid these German planes, the formation of the entire fleet became even more messy.

"Quick! Quick! Take off all the fighter jets that can take off! Intercept the Germans' damn planes! Hurry up! Immediately!" The commander-in-chief of the British Royal Navy, who felt that the situation had exceeded his control, was the only thing he could do at this moment. He was crazy about issuing combat orders after combat orders.

What he didn't know was that because his various orders were issued too frequently, the US Navy fleet, which was not trained, had become a mess.

"What a joke? Let's turn, and then take off the plane again? Which order should we do first?" An officer looked at the amusing and crying telegram and complained to his boss: "There is something even more outrageous. At the beginning, he ordered us to approach the Germans desperately, but now he is going to run away with his tail between his legs."

"Shut up! Keep the existing course and take off the remaining carrier-based aircraft immediately!" The American captain had to execute Dudley Pound's orders as much as possible in order to alleviate the current danger. He knew that the remaining carrier-based aircraft in his hand was almost the entire fleet and the final air defense depended on.

In the sky, American carrier-based aircraft pilots who finally regrouped and found that they had only 7 fighter jets left. In the sky not far away, hundreds of German aircraft were flying densely. These aircraft were the fourth batch of attack aircraft groups of the German Navy, and there were as many as 20 FW190 fighters alone.

The absolute gap between the two sides finally appeared at about 2 pm. The German high seas fleet with 7 aircraft carriers finally overwhelmed the Allied fleet with the number of carrier-based aircraft. The roar of engines in the sky was melodious and solemn, but the moods of both sides were really different at this moment.

Seven American fighter jets that had finally survived the third batch of attacks could only grit their teeth and rushed towards the German aircraft fleet. In this batch of clusters, the ace pilots of the first batch of attack aircraft fleets were once again put on the battlefield. Unfortunately, none of the American fighter pilots who fought with him in the morning were already there.

The remaining American carrier-based fighters were no longer able to compete with the elite German carrier-based aircraft. They had no chance to escape and were submerged in the ocean of German carrier-based fighters. The few P40 fighters that had just taken off could no longer interfere with the German attack aircraft group. They could only circle carefully on the edge of the battlefield to avoid the pursuit of German fighters.

"I have said earlier that our number one enemy is the German navy, not those timid Japanese dwarfs!" Putting down the telescope in his hand, the captain of the USS Franklin aircraft carrier said to his adjutant: "In terms of combat effectiveness, these Germans are much more difficult to deal with than the Japanese!"

On the Pacific battlefield, the Japanese Navy and aviation were very dangerous enemies, and the US military suffered various great losses in front of these enemies. However, when facing the Germans, the pressure that came to their face still made the American captain make the judgment that German carrier-based aircraft were more difficult to deal with.

As soon as he finished speaking, he kept burning and caught fire, emitting thick smoke. The escort aircraft carrier, which had been ravaged by the third German attack aircraft group, did not withstand the bombs dropped by the new enemy. As the violent explosion continued, the modified aircraft carrier began to slowly sink, and even the fuel in the hull leaked to the nearby sea.

"The telegram from the British Navy, the cruiser Meli, sank." A USS Magistrate walked behind his commander and handed over a telegram. At the same time, the fourth batch of German aircraft had already begun to dive attacks, rushing around in the messy Allied fleet.

"Shoot those planes! Take those planes! Hurry!" On the side of the battleship Ramirez, the air defense commanders pointed at the targets in the sky and asked the anti-aircraft guns around them to fire quickly, because there was no radio near-blasting fuze like the German Navy, the current air defense firepower of the Allied forces is not as airtight as imagined. German aircraft shuttled through the Allied fleet, causing more or less trouble to various warships.

"What are you doing? Are the British and Americans crazy?" Redel looked at the information brought by the second batch of attack aircraft forces and looked at Lütjens beside him for some reason: "Do they think their fleet is not chaotic enough when they change their course so frequently?"

"In the morning, the Allied fleet was still trying to lean against us. Maybe they felt that their battleships and cruisers should be allowed to give full play to their absolute advantage in artillery?" Lütjens looked at some analysis reports about Allied ships and frowned and replied to Redel.

They can now confirm that there are only two battleships in the opposite Allied fleet. This information has been repeatedly confirmed, and there is no possibility of error, so the problem arises. The Allied fleet has to rely on it to fight artillery battles with the German fleet with three battleships. Who is their courage?

"Two planes claimed that they hit a British battleship. After that, the British stopped moving closer to us." Radell thought for a moment and guessed the rough idea: "The British must have not discovered our other two battleships! They did not have reconnaissance planes approaching, so they still don't know our true strength!"

Lütjens also felt that this should be the case: "When they owned two battleships, they tried their best to come over. Now that we have one of them injured, they hesitated. This shows that they are not sure to kill our Marshal immediately, so they temporarily changed the combat plan. This must be like this!"

"They haven't turned around and escaped yet. They are waiting for other battleships near Iceland! They want to surround us!" Germany had been monitoring the British Royal Navy squadron near Iceland. After a little consideration, Raider immediately guessed Dudley Pound's plan: "It's really a good appetite!"

"Then let's give them a chance to eat us!" Lütjens only showed a smile on his face from the beginning of the naval battle: "We first severely damaged the fleet in front of us during the day, and at night, we will give the British battleship troops a surprise!"

"The third wave of attack aircraft is returning. They hit an aircraft carrier, the smallest one!" An officer walked to the bridge of the USS Imperial aircraft carrier, holding a telegram I just received, and reported to Redel and Lütjens: "A cruiser was sunk, but the Ark of Royal was not hit."

"Hey? I'm Lütjens!" He grabbed the phone in front of him and issued a new combat order to the hangar: "Continue to prepare ammunition and planes! The 6th batch of attack aircraft are on standby. If I don't receive my order, I will take off on time in half an hour!"

Putting down the phone in his hand, Lütjens looked at Marshal Redel: "Maybe at night, the opponent's battleship has no courage to attack us! My Marshal!"
Chapter completed!