vstars Chapter 690 Naval Battle (2)
Chapter 690 Naval Battle (2)
Over the vast sea, a stable long-distance communication link was established between the commander of the First Fleet, Wang Junjie, and the commander of the Second Fleet, Yuan Jing'an. The voices of the two were closely connected through radio waves across the heavy waves.
"Commander Yuan, this is Wang Junjie from the First Fleet. Good news has come from our air force's Cheetah and Flying Swallow fighter formations. They have successfully destroyed most of the enemy's fighter jets and we expect to wipe out the target enemy within half an hour." Wang Junjie's voice revealed excitement and confidence. He was well aware of the importance of this news to the entire battle situation.
"Commander Wang, the Second Fleet has received it. This is exciting news. Our fleet will also do its best to cooperate with your actions." Yuan Jing'an responded. His voice was steady and powerful, revealing his firm belief in victory.
Then, Wang Junjie began to deploy the next tactical arrangements in detail: "At present, our bomber formation has escaped the interception of enemy fighters and is on standby. I order the bomber formation to immediately prepare for bombing. Once the attack order is received, it will launch a fatal blow to the enemy fleet as quickly as possible."
At the same time, Wang Junjie reminded Yuan Jingan about the use of long-range V2 missiles: "Commander Yuan, please arrange for technicians to immediately lock on to the enemy's Kongo battleship. We plan to use long-range V2 missiles to carry out precision strikes on it. This is not only to directly weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness, but more importantly to cause chaos in their air defense deployment and create air strike opportunities for our bomber formations."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Jing'an immediately understood Wang Junjie's intention, and he quickly issued an order: "Attention, all ships of the Second Fleet, immediately start the long-range missile launch procedure, and target the Kongo battleship. The technical department must ensure the accurate guidance of the missiles and strive to hit the target with one strike."
As the order was issued, the missile silos of the Second Fleet began to get busy, with technicians preparing for the missile launch in a tense and orderly manner. In the air, the Cheetah and Flying Swallow fighter formations continued to suppress the enemy, creating favorable conditions for the bomber formations and missile strikes.
Soon after, the long-range V2 missiles streaked across the sky like an arrow from a bow, heading straight for the Kongo battleship. The missiles drew brilliant trajectories in the air and finally hit the target accurately. A huge explosion echoed over the sea, and the Kongo battleship was instantly engulfed in flames and smoke. This sudden attack threw the enemy into chaos, and their air defense deployment was completely disrupted.
At this time, the bomber formation of the First Fleet took the opportunity to launch an air strike. The bomber group roared in with full loads of ammunition and launched a fierce bombing on the enemy fleet.
As the war progressed, the Fuso Pacific First Fleet was completely trapped in the encirclement of the North Sea First and Second Fleets, and its living space was sharply compressed, and the situation was precarious. On the sea, the artillery fire was continuous and the smoke was filled. The warships of both sides showed their bravery and tenacity in the fierce confrontation.
The commander of the Second Fleet, Yuan Jing'an, knew that this was the critical moment to decide the outcome, so he decisively ordered: "Launch the V2 rockets, target the Hiei battleship and the Ryujo light aircraft carrier!" As the order was issued, eight V2 rockets were like messengers of death, accurately locking onto the enemy ships, and then turned into streams of light that streaked across the sky and headed straight for the target.
Instantly, a dazzling light burst out on the sea surface, accompanied by a deafening explosion, the battleship Hiei and the light aircraft carrier Ryujo were sunk one after another, huge splashes of water accompanied by black smoke rushed into the sky. This scene not only shocked everyone on the battlefield, but also completely broke the psychological defense of the Fuso fleet.
Faced with such a tragic situation, the commander of the Pacific First Fleet, Yamamoto Kaede, was heartbroken. He knew that continuing the direct battle would have no chance of winning, and only extreme measures could win a trace of dignity for the Fuso Fleet. So he made a tragic decision.
"Cancel the Second Fleet's support plan and go all out to implement the plan of self-destruction!" Yamamoto Feng's voice spread throughout the fleet through the radio waves, and every word was full of determination and tragedy. He continued to issue orders: "All surviving ships, immediately adjust your course and ram the enemy fleet! We must perish together with the enemy, and let the glory of Fuso live forever!"
In the abyss of despair, the remaining Fuso warships received the final, tragic order - to execute the plan of self-destruction. On the sea, the wind seemed to have stagnated, leaving only the roar of the warships and the roar of the gunfire, witnessing this battle from which there was no turning back.
Among them, a Furutaka-class heavy cruiser, the Snake Maru, became the protagonist of this tragic scene. Like an enraged beast, it rushed towards the defense line of the North Sea First Fleet regardless of everything, aiming directly at a heavy cruiser, which was the pride of the North Sea Fleet, Admiral Grafspe No. 1.
On the bridge of the Snake Maru, the commander's eyes flashed with determination and madness. He shouted loudly, conveying the last bit of fighting spirit to every crew member on the ship: "For the glory of Fuso, we will die with honor! Go full speed ahead and ram the enemy ship!"
As the order was issued, the Snake's engine roared, and the ship shook violently in the waves, but its speed continued to rise. It was like a black lightning, cutting through the sea surface and approaching Admiral Grafspe No. 1. The distance between the two sides was rapidly shortened, and in the blink of an eye it was less than 200 meters.
The captain of the Admiral Grafspe No. 1, faced with this crazy charge, showed no fear or retreat. He calmly observed the movements of the enemy ship and quickly issued an order: "Fire all main guns, target the Snake Maru, and sink it before the collision! At the same time, all ships are ready to turn the rudder and change course. We must avoid this meaningless collision at the lowest cost!"
The crew responded quickly to the order, and the 288mm naval guns began to roar. The shells cut through the air and flew towards the Snake Pill with destructive force. For a time, the sea was full of artillery fire and explosions. The Snake Pill was on the verge of collapse in the dense artillery fire, but it still charged forward tenaciously, as if to use its last bit of strength to prove something.
However, the scales of fate did not tilt in its favor. When it was only a few dozen meters away from Admiral Grafspe I, a shell accurately hit the vital part of the Snake Maru. With a violent explosion and blazing flames, the Snake Maru finally lost its power to move forward and slowly sank on the sea. Although its charge failed to successfully hit the enemy ship, it interpreted the madness of the Fuso Navy in another way.
Three hours seemed to span the cycle of life and death. When the naval battle finally came to an end, the entire sea was shrouded in a tragic scene. On the sea, the wreckage of the Fuso warships was scattered everywhere, some tilted and half-sunken, some completely overturned, like huge tombstones in the ocean, recording the tragedy and cruelty of this battle.
Black smoke rose from the wreckage, interweaving with the clouds in the sky, forming a frightening picture. These black smokes are not only the product of fuel burning, but also a symbol of the loss of countless lives. The flames jumped on the sea, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like the dance of ghosts, decorating this sea area with both weirdness and desolation.
The sea was dyed red with blood, forming a sharp contrast with the black of the wreckage, like a tragic picture. The broken decks, scattered weapons, floating bodies of crew members... all of these silently told of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle.
The eyes of the surviving navy soldiers in Fuso were filled with fear and despair. Some soldiers tightly hugged the floating objects around them, as if they were their only support; some soldiers helplessly struggled in the sea, trying to find a glimmer of hope. Their faces were covered with blood and sweat, and their eyes showed both fear of death and desire for survival.
The surrounding seawater seemed to grow heavy, and every wave seemed to tell the tragic grandeur of this naval battle. The waves beat against the wreckage, making bursts of roars, as if nature was also mourning for the lost lives.
In this sea full of death and despair, the air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and blood. Although the sky in the distance was still blue, this sea seemed to be shrouded by a layer of shadow, making it impossible to feel the slightest tranquility and peace.