Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

"Damn it, I finally found you. I've been waiting for you for half a year!"

Zheng Zilong held a telescope and sneered at the fleet in the distance.

Outside the waters of Mumbai, two fleets are vying for advantageous positions.

One side had more than 130 warships, with the sun, moon, stars and war dragon flags flying on them.

On the other side, there were more than 200 ships flying various flags, escorting hundreds of transport ships, and rapidly approaching the coast.

Ever since he learned that the coalition forces had sent a fleet, Zheng Zilong assembled his main warships and waited quietly in the southeast waters, wanting to give the other party a warm welcome.

As a result, the fleet of the joint forces did not go there, but turned to the Mumbai buyers of the White Elephant, which made Zheng Zilong very depressed.

They had been deployed in that area for a long time, and various minefields and submarine fleets had already been ambushed, just waiting for the enemy to come to their door, but in the end the enemy did not come, so all their preparations were in vain.

There was no other choice but Zheng Zilong could only leave the squadron behind to clean up that area of ​​sea, and take the main battleships that could keep up, escorting the three aircraft carriers to rush to meet the enemy.

After chasing and chasing, they finally intercepted the enemy before they landed.

"Order all fleets to destroy the enemy's main battleships as soon as possible. All aircraft carrier fleets take off and mainly attack enemy transport ships to buy time for our land forces."

As the orders were given, the battleships began to move forward quickly, their gun covers were pulled off one after another, and the huge naval guns raised their heads, ready to fire.

On the sea surface dozens of miles away, three aircraft carriers with a displacement of more than 21000 tons and a row of Seagull-type carrier-based fighters climbed at high speed, formed a formation in the air, and headed towards the main battlefield in the distance.

On the coast, at the makeshift airport, a number of Falcon II fighter jets and torpedo attack aircraft were also rapidly rushing out of the runway.

Because the submarine force did not keep up, the own naval force was slightly weakened. In order to increase his own strength, Zhu Zhanjun asked Zuo Zongtang to send out a corps to advance forward recklessly, occupy the Mumbai area before the enemy landed, and build a temporary airport.

The time limit can be said to be very tight, and the last batch of fighter jets just arrived last night.

Due to the shortage of manpower, the pilots were busy all night, checking the fighter planes and helping to load ammunition.

"Damn it, we are still a step late!"

John Conside, the commander of the Bald Eagle who was in charge of the overall command this time, looked through the telescope at the defensive positions on the coast and the Yan Army fleet approaching in the distance with great momentum, and sighed in his heart.

He originally thought that the enemy would not be able to react if he suddenly changed the direction of attack, but he did not expect the enemy to be so fast.

However, the only thing that made him feel fortunate was that the enemy might have arrived here temporarily and there were no coastal defense artillery on the coast.

If the enemy set up coastal defense artillery, he would have no choice but to let the Allied soldiers land under the hail of artillery fire.

"Inform General George that the enemy's surface forces are now in their hands. Tell him to cover the landing of our army at all costs."

John Conside gave instructions, then turned to his staff officer and said, "Let the Hungarians go first. Our young men are very valuable."

The staff officer gave me a smile that I understood, and began to give orders to the ship carrying the Hungarians to prepare for landing.

Amid the Hungarians' complaints, landing craft were launched one after another, carrying the Hungarians and beginning to land on the distant beach.

The land launched an attack, and both sides on the sea came into each other's firing range.

At 9:33, the 18000-ton Taizong battleship of the Yan Army took the lead in opening fire.

The triple-mounted 270-caliber artillery let out a deafening roar, and the shells whizzed towards the opposite side.

At the same time, the United Forces' battleship Black Pearl also launched an attack.

The artillery shells of both sides crossed each other in the air and smashed heavily into the sea around each other.

In the first round of shooting, neither side hit the target, but in terms of distance, the shells fired by Taizong were closest to the enemy.

At 9:40, the battleship Hanwu also came into range, and the triple-mounted guns fired in turn, but they roared towards the opposite side.

"Boom!"

The Hanwu was worthy of the name of Emperor Wu of Han. In the first round of attack, a shell hit an enemy frigate by sheer luck, and directly hit the enemy's command tower.

“Hahaha…may Goddess Mazu bless you!”

Hanwuhao laughed loudly, picked up the phone and shouted, "Little bastards, Mazu, please protect us. Come on, kill them."

The crew was very excited after the hit. They loaded the shells at a faster speed than ever before and even opened fire together with the Taizong that was prepared at the beginning.

More and more warships found their opponents.

The two sides chased each other in the sea area of ​​hundreds of miles, you bombarded me and I bombarded you.

At the beginning, they were still paying attention to the formation, but later the two sides actually engaged in a melee, with you in me and me in you.

Originally, this shot was intended to hit another warship, but when he turned around, he found that the other one was closer, so he turned around and shot at the other one.

At 10:35, when the artillery battle between the two sides was at its most intense, a buzzing sound was heard in the sky, and the nearest coastal air force arrived first.

The air forces, which had received orders long ago, ignored the engaged battleships. The battleships could not go ashore, and the only threat to the shore were the landing troops.

"Damn enemy planes, quickly set up air defense!"

The commander in charge of commanding the transport ship looked at the black mass of enemy planes flying in the sky, his face changed instantly, and he issued an air defense order at the fastest speed. Soon, the air defense weapons of the transport ship began to form a dense firepower network towards the sky, blocking the Yanjun fighter planes from approaching.

But a transport ship is just a transport ship after all, and its firepower cannot compare with that of a main battleship.

For these pilots whose main training targets are battleships, this firepower network is nothing.

A Stuka dive bomber. The huge fighter plane, under the control of the pilot, was like a swimming fish, shuttling back and forth in the fire network, and it remained calm even when bullets and shells passed by it.

After noticing a gap, it dived in without hesitation and dived straight towards a transport ship.

The sharp scream from the fuselage made the scalps of all the personnel on the transport ship tingle and cast a shadow over their hearts.

"Beat him, damn it! Beat him!"

The captain of the transport ship's face changed drastically, and he shouted at the top of his voice to shoot quickly.

But the pilot of this fighter plane is a veteran, and the dive angle is very tricky, so aerial weapons cannot lock on to it at all.

"Goodbye, little can!"

When they arrived at the bombing area, the pilot pulled the wrench hard, and the heavy aerial bomb carried under the plane was pushed out by the bomb pusher.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The heavy bomb passed through the front plywood and went straight into the transport ship, killing a few unlucky guys. Then, it exploded with a loud bang as a group of soldiers looked on in horror.

The transport ship, which already had mediocre protection, had a huge hole blown out in the front, flames and corpses gushed out, and seawater poured in through the hole.

The ship suffered heavy damage, and the already sparsely-packed firepower network suddenly had gaps.

Several fighter planes circling in the air swooped down instantly like sharks smelling blood.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

After several explosions, the transport ship carrying more than 2000 Bald Eagle soldiers burned fiercely and sank into the sea in flames.

The sea was filled with the bodies of dead soldiers and the screams of the living soldiers.

"Damn it, we can't stay here, otherwise we will become sitting ducks. Let's move to the surface of the sea quickly. Only in this way can we avoid their attacks."

Seeing that a ship was sunk, the commander of the transport ship knew that without the protection of the battleship, they would be sitting ducks if they stopped here to unload the soldiers.

Following the commander's order, the transport fleet began to retreat to the sea under the protection of some small frigates.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait for us, we haven't got on the boat yet, we haven't got on the boat yet!"

On the other side, the Hungarians who had just boarded the small boat were dumbfounded when they saw the transport ship raising its anchor and sailing away into the distant sea.

They had just got off the boat when it ran away.

The soldiers on the ships looked at the distant coastal beach, then looked at the transport ship that had already fled, and for a moment they didn't know whether to move forward or chase the ship.

However, the fighter planes in the sky did not give them the chance to wait.

Some Falcon II fighters that had not yet participated in the attack saw these small targets and swooped down from the air without saying a word, firing their aircraft machine guns and cannons at the landing craft.

Every time these landing craft glided past, they would bring up a cloud of blood and the sound of cicadas.

"Damn it, we can't stay here. If we stay here, we will just wait to die and go ashore."

Knowing that they could not catch up with the large ships and would only be used as sitting ducks here, the commander of the landing soldiers gritted his teeth, pointed to the beach in the distance, and ordered the soldiers to land.

Although the soldiers were somewhat reluctant, they had no choice.

The boat increased its speed and headed for the shore at the fastest speed.

The fighter planes did not chase after them. After a few simple strafing shots, they followed the dive bombers to chase the transport ships.

Their mission is to clear out the anti-aircraft fire, not to shoot these sardine cans and just leave them to the soldiers on the shore.

Due to the rush, no permanent fortifications were built, and the soldiers of the 18th Corps who rushed over only built a temporary trench defense base.

Even so, without attacks from enemies at sea, their defense was almost perfect.

Looking at the landing craft approaching in dense numbers, the commander on the shore ordered the soldiers to prepare for battle.

"Crack, click, click!"

Light and heavy machine guns were loaded at the command of the soldiers, and the muzzles were aimed at the only landing beach.

As the soldiers expected, the landing craft approached the shore. As the first partition opened, light and heavy machine guns roared wildly.

"Da da da……"

Bullets whizzed out and swept the cabin wildly.

The bullets penetrated their bodies, creating a cloud of blood mist. The unfortunate Hungarians were swept into the mist before they even stepped out of the cabin. (End of this chapter)