"Things are in trouble." Putting down the telescope in his hand, the captain of the Royal Ark, the deputy commander of this pursuit operation, sighed and said, "He already knew the fact that the Degree Sinks, and also knew that the Hood had only time left to sink."

Although his fleet is already the only aircraft carrier fleet that Britain can do to deal with the German Navy, it still has a little difference in the number, quality and electronic equipment in terms of carrier-based aircraft.

Just a few minutes ago, he received news that the 55 carrier-based aircraft he sent were almost wiped out. Such losses were no different from the entire army. Now he only had 25 Dapeng fighters used for air defense, as well as the pitiful five swordfish.

The original plan was not his fleet to take on the main combat force. His combat mission was just to drag the German high seas fleet. As long as he could drag the Germans, he was also sure that the two warships in Lieutenant General Holland were enough to send the Germans to the seabed instantly. So after a brief communication, he even took off the attack aircraft first, hoping to get valuable time for the main fleet.

Unfortunately, his plane was still one step late. When these swordfish and Dapeng fighters flew into the German Navy's radar recognition range, the German Navy had already beaten Lieutenant General Holland, the dog that fell into the water while taking off the fighter.

After learning that Lieutenant General Holland was wiped out, Lawrence knew that the 55 fighter planes he sent might have been sheep. He had a little thought in his mind that he wanted to call these planes back and then take his troops to escape, but after thinking about it carefully, he rejected the plan to escape in the last battle.

If he really left the pursuit fleet and ran away, then he, the lieutenant general, would have to end up after he returned. Lieutenant General Holland would be out of his way as soon as he died. He would leave such a messy stall for himself, and he would have to go on.

Originally, I followed the way with the mentality of dividing the credit and asking for rewards, and it had the momentum of fireworks in Yangzhou in March. Now everyone has no credit to divide it, so there is no need to think about asking for rewards. I also rushed to hurry up, and the speed was even faster than when I came - this time, it was just a life-threatening event, so it would be impossible to be unhappy.

Lawrence was taking his fleet to move south quickly. He knew that the airplane troops he sent would not have to come back to land, so he simply started running away. This time he ran very thoroughly and ran without hesitation.

George stood on the deck and watched the British fleet fleeing helplessly. Before the German attack plane arrived, a faint pessimism and loneliness had already appeared here. On the entire deck, the Dapeng fighter jets were waiting for the order to take off, but they all knew that once they took off, they would have a fate of going but never returning.

Several pilots stood beside George, and this might be the only place on the entire deck where smoking was allowed. They looked at the sky, clamping cigarettes with their fingers without saying a word, and seemed a little heavy.

"Will our warship sink?" a young electric turret shooter asked suddenly as he looked at George, who was silent.

This question stunned George. Obviously he did not expect a half-year-old child to ask such a question, and then he had to answer seriously: "It depends on the commanders and sailors on the bridge, and also on your combat capabilities. If you ask me for this loss command, wouldn't it be too sad?"

The pilot was obviously older. He patted the head of the turret operator in an old manner, and shouted with some dissatisfaction: "What's the sinking or not? I don't know if you say something good! Don't worry, with us here, this Royal Ark aircraft carrier cannot sink! Sir."

The topic ended here because there was a ground crew on the deck waving their hats and cheering: "I'm back! I'm back!"

Not far away, a Dapeng fighter swayed into the landing channel of the aircraft carrier runway, and then landed successfully on the flight deck, blocked the way by blocking one by one, crossing the deck.

The plane was really lucky because when it was their turn to be shot, the 30mm caliber guns on the German Navy's FW-190 fighter jets had all shots, so they had to use the 13mm caliber machine gun on the wings to attack. So although the Dapeng aircraft was hit several times, it still staggered back to the aircraft carrier.

The huge propeller on the plane was still rotating, and the ground crew stepped forward to help and mixed the two almost exhausted pilots into the cockpit of the plane. It was also a good fortune for both of them. They each had several German 13mm caliber machine guns that penetrated the nearby fuselage, but both of them miraculously did not get injured.

The battle was so tragic that it was a great happiness to be able to come back alive. George in the distance looked at the busy crowd on the deck, put the last cigarette butt into the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath and threw it into the sea.

It's not just tragic? Is the things I've been through are not tragic enough? Those friends and bosses back then, but how many are left now? I'm a loss control commander on the Royal Ark aircraft carrier. How long can the Germans do it safely? Maybe the next second I'll face the situation of the sea water flowing backwards and breaking the warship. George, who threw away the cigarette butt, thought so.

"Boom! Boom!" George was thinking about it all, and he was afraid that the main gun on a British destroyer on the left wing of the Ark Royal aircraft carrier would open fire violently. George saw the shooting angle of the gun clearly and looked in the direction. He couldn't help but feel scared and sweated.

He slapped himself hard in the face, grinning in pain. But he still cursed in his heart: This crow's mouth! Come whatever he says, what should I do?

No matter how much he talks, he, the commander of the damage manager, was not vague at all. He immediately ran towards the aircraft carrier bridge. At least he had to go there to command hundreds of damage managers below. Just as he took a step back, he finally heard the heart-wrenching reminder: "German plane! German plane! Anti-air firepower counterattack!"

Soon, the British anti-aircraft artillery fire roared and sprayed dense tongues of flames into the sky. German planes shuttled through the dense jungle of iron and fire, as if they were elegant and not very embarrassed.
Chapter completed!