Kazuo Fujii and Morio Shibata stood on the deck, under the blue sky and white clouds.
Nearly two hundred ships drew white lines on the dark blue mirror-like sea. The scene of thousands of ships advancing together was spectacular and shocking.
Kazuo Fujii is the commander of the 3rd Division, and Morio Shibata is the commander of the 5th Division.
The two of them smoked cigars and looked in the distant direction. The Northern Territory of Zhongzhou was the place that all Japanese men with dreams dreamed of conquering.
Now, this dream is finally coming true.
Moreover, the kingdom is also practicing large-scale maritime transportation.
More than a hundred ships of various kinds were requisitioned, including two divisions with more than 60,000 soldiers, and fifteen cruise ships were requisitioned.
If it is a normal passenger cruise ship, it can probably carry about 2,000 people. But if it is carrying soldiers, each cruise ship can carry about 5,000 people. Fortunately, it does not take more than a day's voyage to reach the Central Continent.
The other various ships carry all kinds of equipment and supplies, including various artillery, armored vehicles, trucks, mules and horses, weapons and ammunition, etc.
Behind and around the perimeter were escorts by gunboats of various sizes.
Due to the recent changes in the Coast Guard of the Eastern Alliance, the escort gunboats have assembled almost all the naval forces of the Japanese Kingdom.
Although judging from various intelligence sources, most members of the Eastern Alliance are very dissatisfied with the Principality of Montenegro for provoking war.
But it is better to be cautious. If the personnel and all equipment and materials of the two divisions, as well as a large number of strategic materials to support the northern battlefield, are attacked due to insufficient defense power, it will be really disappointing.
This is a battle of destiny that gathers the resources of the entire kingdom.
Today's huge fleet is naturally enough to meet any challenge.
Kazuo Fujii looked at the majestic sight of the huge fleet riding the wind and waves behind him, and smiled and said: "General Shibata, I never thought that we would have the opportunity to work together!"
Morio Shibata is a short, fat man with a tall belly and smokes a huge cigar. He comes from a top aristocratic family. Hearing Kazuo Fujii's words, he nodded with a playful smile on his face.
Suddenly, Shibata Morio said: "Prince Black Mountain Castle's wife, I heard that the little princess is only ten years old?" The smile on his face was a little obscene, "If it were thousands of years ago, would the losing side offer the queen for peace?"
Fujii Kazuo was stunned and looked at Shibata Morio's shiny bald head. He heard that there was evil in it. It was indeed true. What was he thinking about?
Looking up, Fujii Kazuo frowned slightly: "There seems to be something wrong?"
In the distance, there was a flock of birds, densely packed black spots. It was the migration season of migratory birds. Kazuo Fujii, who was born as a fisherman, was used to seeing this kind of scene, so he didn't pay much attention at first.
But now, I found that the birds seemed to be coming towards the direction of the fleet, and there was a faint buzzing sound.
"Bring the binoculars!" Kazuo Fujii waved to the side.
The guard hurriedly ran over and handed over the telescope. Kazuo Fujii picked it up and looked at the birds.
Huh? Kazuo Fujii was stunned for a moment, "It's strange, there are so many planes!"
Flying in the distant sky were densely packed propeller planes, perhaps hundreds of them. They were all small planes that could only carry three or four people. Their shapes were a bit strange. Many of them gathered together to form a neat formation. I don’t know what they were doing. What, it’s really weird.
The buzz grew louder and louder.
Morio Shibata, who was too lazy to pay attention to Kazuo Fujii's childish behavior, did not commit suicide and looked up at the sky.
At this time, even with the naked eye, it was gradually possible to see that this was a fleet of propeller aircraft arranged in a neat formation.
On many ships, soldiers ran to the deck to see what was going on.
They talked a lot and looked at the direction. The plane was coming from the East China Sea. It was only in the East China Sea that there were so many planes and they could fly together.
Many people talk enviously that flying to the sky is an unattainable dream for them.
"Go and tell the first mate to ask the flagman to give a signal and let our ships disperse..." Kazuo Fujii's uneasiness became more and more intense, and he waved to the guards and gave instructions.
Shibata Morio immediately sneered, "Kazuo, this is a public sea area, why should we treat people from the East China Sea politely when we see them?" He shook his head, "Besides, they are flying in the sky, and we are walking in the sea, do we need to give way?"
Kazuo Fujii said nothing, and the guard on the side looked at the two officers, a little at a loss for what to do.
At this time, the buzzing sound was already a bit harsh, and the fleet was immediately above the fleet.
Suddenly, I saw the plane in the front row of the fleet falling suddenly, and the planes following it also fell one by one.
Just when some soldiers watching the excitement on the deck of the ship screamed, they realized that these planes were not really malfunctioning, but were performing acrobatics. They seemed to be falling, but in fact they were falling very quickly and dexterously. They lowered their flying altitude, and then suddenly swooped towards their own fleet, one after another, with extremely graceful postures and formations.
And only then could it be seen that the fleet was divided into twenty or thirty columns. Each column contained three or four aircraft. At this time, it was like a dense black flock of birds that suddenly dispersed and transformed into dozens of lasers in an extremely neat manner. The black trajectory drawn by the sharp arrow swooped fiercely towards the ships of the fleet.
They didn't know what the other party was doing, but all the Japanese soldiers watching the excitement on the deck screamed in fear and ran to avoid it.
"Buzz", the loud buzz of the "Sky Punisher" bomber equipped with a buzzer made Kazuo Fujii cover his ears involuntarily. At the same time, he was thrown heavily to the deck by the guards.
Looking up, he could even see clearly that the pilot wearing an oxygen mask in the swooping black fighter plane had a Central-European face.
Then, black oval objects suddenly fell from the belly of the fighter plane, and the fighter plane quickly pulled up, almost passing over the head of the ship.
Before Kazuo Fujii could react, a series of violent explosions sounded, the ship shook violently, and he was violently lifted away by the huge air wave and fell into the sea.
At this time, there were explosions everywhere on the entire sea, and there were ships on fire everywhere.
Dive bombing, in the face of targets with no air defense forces at all, is a bomber combat method that is almost without any danger and reaches the ultimate accuracy and power.
After all, the other party didn't pick up a rifle to shoot, they were completely reduced to headless flies, machine guns, etc., and most of them were in the ship's warehouse.
The Principality of Montenegro's bomber fleet was almost more relaxed and efficient than a drill, and there was no threat at all. It dived, dropped bombs, and pulled up, then dived, dropped bombs, and pulled up again, and cycled again and again until the aircraft cabin was equipped with additional underwing mounts. The bombs were all thrown cleanly.
During exercises, generally speaking, all bombs must be dropped in one dive to avoid having no chance to drop bombs a second time.
A one-sided massacre without any chance of fighting back.
There were screams and explosions, and thick black smoke rose from the sea.
…
Kazuo Fujii was rescued aboard by a small gunboat. By this time, the nightmare bombing had ended.
But in the sky not far away, there were still several extremely small propeller planes hovering, as if they were investigating something.
There were ships on fire everywhere on the sea.
There were all kinds of scalp-numbing screams, and in the sea, there were countless soldiers thrashing about, asking for help.
The ship that Fujii Kazuo was originally on was flying the flagship flag. It was the largest gunboat in the Kingdom of Japan and was called a destroyer.
Apparently, it was also being taken care of by enemy aircraft. At this time, half of the ship was in flames, while the other half was sinking below the sea level and was gradually sinking.
"Drive over and see if General Shibata is still on the boat and among the soldiers who fell into the water!" Kazuo Fujii yelled.
The captain of the gunboat agreed repeatedly and ordered the helmsman to turn the helm, away from the ships burning with raging fire, and go around the "Kato".
Fujii Kazuo looked blankly at the current tragic situation of the huge fleet above the sea.
Almost without exception, the ships carrying ammunition exploded and caught fire, and some had completely sunk.
"Ah, troop transport, give me the telescope!" Kazuo Fujii said anxiously.
Half of the twelve troop transport ships are sinking, and the rest have been damaged to varying degrees. Some of them have clearly had their power systems paralyzed, and they are emitting thick black smoke, but they are unable to move.
The soldiers who fell into the water were rescued by some ships that could still get close.
Many soldiers in the water were swimming hard towards the unsinked ships.
…
The small gunboat circled the "Kato" flagship several times, but found no trace of Morio Shibata, but several senior officers were rescued.
The soldiers desperately calling for help in nearby waters could only turn a blind eye.
Kazuo Fujii was pacing on the deck, his mind buzzing as he listened to the captain's summary of the losses of the entire fleet in contact with each ship.
More than two-thirds of the large ships carrying personnel and supplies are sinking, and the rest have also suffered varying degrees of damage. Many ships are seriously flooded. Several of them, even if ships with huge power come to rescue now, They were afraid that they would sink on the way back to the harbor, let alone that there would be no ships to rescue them.
On the other hand, the small gunboats had strong maneuverability and were able to avoid being hit by the opponent's bombs. In other words, the target of the opponent's attack was only large ships, so many small gunboats were not injured at all.
Kazuo Fujii looked up at the small, nimble planes that were hovering. He intuitively felt that the attack was not over yet. Did the other party go back to load bombs?
Therefore, Kazuo Fujii decided to stay on the small gunboat instead of going to the larger ship that was less damaged.
"For those that are seriously damaged and those whose power systems are paralyzed, personnel will be transferred to other ships immediately. Let's return!" Kazuo Fujii made a decision almost instantly.
It has been more than four hours since we sailed out of the harbor, and it will take more than ten hours to go to the northern region of Central Continent. Therefore, it is natural to return now, and we must do it quickly. Only in this way can we avoid the fate of the entire army being destroyed, right?
Kazuo Fujii raised his head and looked with a heavy heart at the small green plane hovering not far away. It was as if he was seeing the cold green eyes of a poisonous snake prying into the air.
"Ah? General Fujii, there are a lot of supplies that can be taken away, as well as the power system. Some of it seems to be repaired soon. During this period, why don't we save more soldiers who fell into the water?..." Gunboat Captain Yamada Dai Lang's face was filled with astonishment.
"Just pass my order!" Kazuo Fujii made a murderous gesture.
Yamada Dalang didn't dare to say anything anymore.
"Except for small gunboats, those big ships that can move, let them return now!" Fujii Kazuo added.
…
More than an hour later, Kazuo Fujii sat slumped on the deck.
It happened that the ships that were seriously damaged were all the ships of his division, the large ships that could still move. Almost all the senior officers were from Shibata's division, and none of them had left until now.
They were all working hard to rescue soldiers who fell into the water and salvage supplies on ships that had not completely sunk.
Senior officers of the Shibata Division, because the life and death of the commander are now unknown, the place is in a mess again. The drowned soldiers who need rescue are floating on the vast sea, densely packed with heads, and there are also those large ships that can be pulled back to the port after repairs. The ship is also full of tanks.
How about escaping like this? I'm afraid I'll be prosecuted by military law when I go back.
Kazuo Fujii could not command at all, and sat helplessly on the deck, despairing of all thoughts.
At this time, the whistle sounded, and a troop carrier began to slowly drive away.
It was obvious that the rescue personnel had reached their limit and could not be of any help if they stayed here, so they evacuated.
Fujii stood up abruptly and saw one of the several small planes that had been hovering in the sky following the troop transport ship.
Kazuo Fujii immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Now he knew that he would report the location of this troop transport to those terrifying aircraft that launched a new round of attacks.
More than half an hour later, dense black spots vaguely appeared in the distant sky amidst the terrifying buzzing sound, like a swarm of bees, overwhelming the sky.
Kazuo Fujii had already been lying on the deck, too lazy to pay attention.
I will apologize and commit suicide when I go back, and let myself sleep in the peaceful depths of the ocean.
However, I felt so confused, frustrated and useless. I could guess who the enemy was, but I couldn't be sure, let alone where these terrifying planes came from.
Do tens of thousands of loyal and brave soldiers from the Great Japanese Kingdom follow him into hell like this?
Death is not terrible.
But how can there be any glory in dying like this? The legacy left to future generations is all shame.
Even more embarrassed to see his ancestors.
Kazuo Fujii put his general's hat on his face, let out a scream, slowly took out his pistol, and put it against his temple...
