Chapter 738: Naval Battle (8)

Fierce air battles are still going on, and most of the hundreds of incoming U.S. bombers have been intercepted and shot down by German fighter jets. The lack of fighter escort made these bomber attacks more like suicide. Occasionally, the fish that slipped through the net and approached the German fleet were shot down one by one by the seamless and dense anti-aircraft firepower, and screams came one after another in the communication channel.

"Oh, God!"

A few SBD fearless dive bomber formations that were lucky enough to get close to the German fleet looked at the intensive anti-aircraft firepower of the German fleet below and couldn't help but let out an exclamation. "How can we break through this?"

Major Anderson, the squadron leader, looked around and saw that only a few of the SBD Dreadnoughts of a squadron were left when they set out; and when the German fighter jets caught up, they would only be shot down, and the situation had reached its most serious moment!

"If you can't, you have to go! I'm going down first!" He didn't expect to attack the battleships and aircraft carriers in the center of the German fleet, and decided to sink the destroyers on the periphery of the fleet first. Create a channel for subsequent attacks.

Several SBDs began to dive one after another, rushing towards their respective targets. In order to reduce the time they withstand artillery fire, they made the dive angle almost vertical, making it look like bombs falling from the sky.

The anti-aircraft guns of the German warships on the sea frantically poured shells at these swooping bombers.

Anti-aircraft artillery shells of various calibers continued to explode all around. Major Anderson felt like he was sitting in a small boat bumping in the stormy sea. He held the aircraft control stick with all his strength, fighting against the exploding air waves and the sea surface. Fighting with the unpredictable wind.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another SBD Dreadnought on the left turn into a ball of fire and crash into the sea.

"Damn it!" Major Anderson cursed. Before he could hold a moment of silence for the other party, an anti-aircraft shell exploded not far away. The flying fragments hit his body, followed by several clanging sounds and a splash of blood. On the cabin glass.

Major Anderson was shocked. "Harry, are you okay? Harry?!" But no matter how he shouted, Harry in the back seat didn't respond.

"..." Holding back the grief in his heart, Major Anderson turned his attention to the altimeter on the instrument panel. The large-angle vertical dive gave him extremely high acceleration, and the altimeter jumped crazily, already showing an altitude of 2,000 meters; the distance to the target also shortened rapidly.

1500 meters, 1300 meters, 1000 meters, he put his finger on the bomb button. The firepower he needed to face at this moment was also more fierce. When a shell exploded at close range, the flying shrapnel passed through the fuselage and pierced deeply into his abdomen. However, he still gritted his teeth, locked the destroyer firmly, and pressed hard when the altitude showed 800 meters.

no response! !

"!!" Major Anderson subconsciously pressed the delivery button several times, but there was still no response, and the bomb did not leave the pylon.

"Shet!!" Major Anderson knew that the fragments that had just hit them must have destroyed the plane's control system, and the bomb could no longer be dropped! !

Looking down at his blood-stained belly and the fire under his feet, Major Anderson glanced at the dashboard. In the photo pinned there, the wife was holding a child and smiling sweetly, with the slightly raised corners of her mouth seeming to be talking to him. "You must come back alive!"

"I'm sorry." Major Anderson said goodbye to his wife and daughter silently in his heart.

Since the bomb can no longer be thrown...then turn yourself into a bomb!

Major Anderson struggled to control the aircraft and rushed towards his target without hesitation.

The flames in the cabin quickly spread into a raging fire, quickly surrounding his lower body.

The destroyer below seemed to have a premonition of impending disaster. All the artillery fire was concentrated on the swooping Dreadnought. The anti-aircraft shells fired kept exploding around the Dreadnought. The shock waves and fragments of the explosion tore the Dreadnought apart. -style body in an attempt to stop his suicide attack.

Another artillery shell exploded at close range, and Major Anderson spat out a mouthful of blood. His increasingly blurred eyes saw the skeleton of the God of Death in the surrounding smoke. It was extremely huge, approaching him and watching.

A 40mm anti-aircraft shell hit the tail of the Dreadnought, tearing most of the tail into pieces.

It doesn't matter! Still able to keep flying!

Major Anderson gritted his teeth and stared at his target.

The Dreadnought was still diving at high speed, and all the needles on the instrument panel were spinning like crazy.

The fire had already burned his upper body, and his hands were almost melting into the joystick due to the high temperature, awakening the already paralyzed nerves and sending heartbreaking pain into his brain!

He can still move forward!

500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters...

The blockade had turned into a life-and-death struggle, with countless artillery pieces desperately slamming shells into the already mutilated body. Everyone knew what the collision meant. The destroyer captain even issued an order for the damage control unit to be ready, and a shrill collision alarm sounded throughout the ship.

200 meters, 100 meters...

"Boom~!"

Before the radio proximity fuse inside an 88mm anti-aircraft shell could be activated, the shell penetrated directly through the body of the Dreadnought.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they watched this crazy dive bomber explode.

On the distant flagship, Major General Bachmann happened to witness this thrilling scene. "I didn't expect these Americans to have such courage."

The adjutant next to him said disapprovingly. "Maybe the pilot inside had already died, and the plane rushed down by inertia. But they were lucky, and almost let us lose a destroyer."

At this time, the German fighters in the air had destroyed all the American fighters and bombers and returned to the aircraft carrier.

"..." Hearing the battle report that 16 fighters were shot down and 23 fighters were seriously damaged, Major General Bachmann frowned. "Have all the pilots who fell into the water been found?"

"Yes, the last seaplane has returned."

Major General Bachmann nodded and ordered the fleet to return.

The pilots were a little unhappy now. Such a good opportunity to brush up the record was given up in vain? Will there be another store after this village? Many pilots asked to continue fighting.

Major General Bachmann also wanted to get close to the coastline to bombard American cities, but the Americans sent planes to attack them continuously, and they couldn't bear it. The loss of fighters on the four aircraft carriers had exceeded one-third.

Moreover, even if he returned now, it would take several hours to escape the combat radius of the US fighter planes, and he would probably have to go through several fierce battles in the meantime, so he had to return as soon as possible.