The Battle of Jutland: My Glory is Loyal!

But the two warships that rushed to help were still some distance away from the Earl Spey, so the medium and short-range anti-aircraft guns could not attack the British aircraft group, and the shells exploded halfway, so they could only provide support. 128mm anti-aircraft guns, Firepower is very limited.

A few minutes later, the British aircraft group successfully approached the Earl of Spey within 3 kilometers and dropped 11 torpedoes under the heavy anti-aircraft fire of the Earl of Spey.

In the face of the incoming torpedoes, the Earl Spey, which had been determined to die, did not hide, and continued to shoot wildly at the seriously wounded Exeter with full fire from the main and secondary artillery.

The sky pays off, the last round of salvo from the Earl of Spey finally overwhelmed the Exeter and successfully sent it to the bottom of the sea, and the Earl of Spey itself successfully sank the Exeter after the After eating 7 torpedoes, it was blown into several pieces and sank into the sea. Only three sailors of the whole ship were rescued by the nearby German heavy patrol.

"It's finally sinking!" Watching the Earl Spey quickly disappearing from the sea, Charles let out a long sigh and said to the adjutant, "Let's retreat! Don't get entangled with these German lunatics!"

"Understood!" The adjutant picked up the microphone and ordered the fleet, "All warships immediately leave the battle and retreat, repeat, all warships immediately leave the battle and retreat!"

Hearing the retreat order, the remaining British heavy cruisers cried out happily, and turned their bows to speed up their evacuation, while the German heavy cruiser formation, who was still stalking them, didn't know why when they saw the British fleet preparing to evacuate. They did not catch up, but also died down and prepared to retreat.

However, this question was quickly answered.

"Sir! You have to come and see, the air search radar shows that there is something to the east of us!" The radar soldier on the Nelson hurried to Charles and reported.

"Something?" Charles was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said.

"Yes, and that thing is big..." The radar soldier took Charles to the radar while embarrassed.

"This thing... how could there be such a big flying object?" Charles looked at the huge light on the radar and said with a ghostly expression, "I'm afraid the radar is broken, right?"

"Uh, probably not." The radar soldier was also uncertain, "It's still moving towards us."

"How long is it expected that this thing will enter the visible range?" Charles asked the radar soldier looking at the bright light he wanted to move.

"About 5 minutes." The radar soldier estimated and replied.

"Then let's wait and see what the hell is this." Charles wrapped his arms around his chest and said, "To be on the safe side, let our aircraft carrier take off fighter jets. If it's something the Germans made, we'll give it to us. Hit it down!"

Five minutes later, there was a noisy "hum" in the eastern sky, as if thousands of bees were flying in groups, but they soon showed their true colors.

The densely packed German carrier-based aircraft group.

"Shutter!" Charles looked at the group of planes in the sky that could scare people with intensive phobias to death, and subconsciously said swearing, "Damn how many planes are there? Fake!"

"It's estimated to be around 200!" The adjutant also looked at the sky dully and replied.

"Prepare the fleet for air defense, fire freely!" Charles shouted hysterically, recovering from the shock.

"Huh! The guys from the Naval Aviation are finally here!" Bastian looked at the densely packed planes in the air

, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If they haven't come yet, then we'll catch up and drag the Englishman, I'm afraid it will be more fortunate!"

"Hehe, the main force is here, we can rest." The captain of the cruiser Hindenburg came to Bastian and said with a smile, "Next is the show for the naval aviation!"

"That's right! Next is the show of naval aviation." Bastian said solemnly, "But we can't rest, we still have a lot of work to do, order each ship to count the number of casualties and make sacrifices. The crew's aftercare work. Our victory this time came at a price of blood."

Ansel flew the brand new do.38 carrier-based fighter jet with Albison over five ju90 carrier-based dive bombers.

"Albrison, how do you feel?" Ansel said to Albrison, who was beside him, with a smile through the onboard radio.

"How does it feel?" Albison asked.

"My new plane, how do you feel?" Ansel added, their squadron just received the new do.38 fighter not long ago. This is their first time flying this brand new super carrier-based fighter to perform a mission.

"Oh, you're a 'pirate'." Albrison smiled, "Of course it's fantastic, with good handling response, fast climb, level flight, fast roll, and strong firepower. The perfect fighter."

Yes, the code name of the do.38 fighter in the German army is "pirate", Lyon "shamelessly" grabbed the name of the f-4u, who let the f-4u serve in 1942, and the 1939 is still in the finalization stage, there is only one. What about the codename of v-166b?

"How's it going? Are you going to draw a few more stars under your plane's cockpit this time?" Ansel teased with a smile.

"Haha." Albrison laughed a few times, "Get ready to draw three."

"So few? With such a powerful fighter, you can only beat three British guys with confidence?" Ansel said, "This is not like the Albrison I know."

"Our 'pirates' are strong, and the British are not weak either." Albrison said modestly.

However, although Albison is very modest, Rader is not modest. From the perspective of only two fighter squadrons and 24 do.38 "pirate" carrier-based fighters in the German army's huge fleet of more than 200 aircraft, Raedl The British "Tube Nose Swallow" type carrier-based fighter is not in the least bit.

I'm not targeting a "tube nose swallow", but all the "tube nose swallows" here are spicy chickens, said Reider.

"What about you?" Albrison asked Ansel back, "How many 'pipe-nosed swallows' are you going to shoot?"

"Me?" Ansel was a little excited. He even manipulated the fighter jet to do three rolling movements in a row while chatting, frightening the pilots of the five ju90 dive bombers below and yelling, and then happily continued, "I'm ready. Become an ace!"

"Are you going to take down three?" Albrison laughed. "Well, I'll cover you. Today you're the lead and I'm the wingman."

"Thank you, man, thank you." Ansel thanked him.

"Thank you, big head!" There was a sudden scolding in the earphone, from the squadron captain of the fighter squadron where Ansel and Albrison belonged, "What do you want, Ansel? You are also in such a dense formation. Dare to play with rollers? Believe it or not, I'll go back and confine you?!"