This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

"Boom, boom, boom!" One after another, anti-aircraft guns fired their shells into the sky. Although this type of anti-aircraft gun had a long range, its firing rate was too slow, and from the pilots' point of view, it did not pose much of a threat.

Although those 12.7mm caliber anti-aircraft machine guns have sufficient firepower, their power is too small. At most, they can drill a few small holes in the aircraft skin.

The heretic pilot pushed the joystick and felt his bomber trembling more and more violently as it dived. He glanced at the speedometer out of the corner of his eye and saw that the dive speed had exceeded 400 kilometers per hour.

The horn on the landing gear began to howl from hell, and in the howling, the target became bigger and bigger!

The pilot wasn't aiming at the middle section of the ship, but at the rear, where the engine compartment was located. He wasn't sure how powerful the bombs he was carrying were, so he had to attack in the most conservative way possible.

"Boom!" A shell flew almost next to the plane, but it didn't care at all and continued to dive, dive, for glory! Long live the Lord of Hell!

Countless anti-aircraft guns were firing at it. The fuselage continued to tremble, and a dozen small holes appeared on the wings. That was the firepower of the enemy's anti-aircraft machine guns.

bomb!

It pressed the button, and at this moment, the altitude was only nine hundred meters. The belly of the plane trembled violently, and the whole plane felt lighter.

Then, a blazing flame came into everyone's sight.

This new type of rocket-assisted bomb had a very thick wall and a body made of high-quality steel. It was designed to destroy heavily armored targets such as warships and permanent fortifications. The extended tail section was equipped with a rocket thruster and was used only during dive bombing.

Now when the bomb is dropped, the rocket booster ignites, pushing the warhead to further increase its speed! Speed ​​is energy!

A one-ton bomb dropped from the sky already had a high diving speed, and the booster rocket at the tail was also accelerating it.

At this moment, almost all anti-aircraft firepower was turned to intercept the bomb. Countless shells flew towards it, but unfortunately it was useless!

Even if you hit it, it will be useless. Its thick steel shell is its best protection. For it, a height of 900 meters is almost reached in an instant!

The steel shell hit the rear of the Barham's deck. In an instant, almost the entire rear deck began to sag towards the stern.

The shockwaves of the impact were felt by the entire crew. The sailors in the stern were the most unfortunate. One sailor, the worst hit, was nearly ripped off his head by the bomb, turning him into a meat patty in an instant. The warhead of the bomb easily tore through the deck and continued to drill down, into the sailors' quarters below.

The bomb didn't explode and continued to drill down!

A third, a fourth, it drilled all the way into the engine room, where the delay fuse finally released.

"boom!"

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Crimson Tide: 1921: Provincial Competition Defense

As the title says, I have advanced from the school competition to the provincial competition. Today I will defend my thesis for the provincial competition. If I win first prize, I can go to the national competition (very happy).

So I take a leave

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Crimson Tide: 1921: Chapter 85: Hell! Hell! Hell!

Following the explosion, billowing black smoke emerged from the stern of the battleship Barham, and everyone was looking at the explosion site with fear in their eyes.

"The tail...the tail is broken!"

The surging sea water poured in rapidly. At this time, the sailors in the lower cabin were watching the surging sea water pouring in and were powerless to do anything - they had no chance to leave here!

When the heretic pilot pulled up the fuselage, the machine gunner behind him, who had witnessed the burning of the Crusader battleship, was quite excited and shouted into the radio in heavily accented Latin:

"Hit, target number 1 sunk!"

The pilot pushed the joystick, turning the plane sideways. In less than half a minute, when he looked over, the entire warship had begun to tilt. The ship was flooded, and even the damage control personnel were helpless. The warship was sinking rapidly!

The flag of the Royal Navy of England was still flying on the bridge, tilted, as if it didn't want to enter the cold sea water.

Captain Charles was completely stunned. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind -

"How is it possible, how is it possible?"

HMS Barham, a Queen Elizabeth-class battleship, was incredibly powerful. Its main armor belt could withstand even 356mm armor-piercing Heretic rounds, and its deck could withstand aerial bombs weighing up to 200kg. If they were engaged in a war, they would undoubtedly be surrounded by numerous warships, and they would undoubtedly have deployed reconnaissance aircraft within a 200-300 nautical mile radius to safeguard the fleet.

But not now! They hadn't entered a state of war at all. The two battleships in Plymouth Port didn't even have their ammunition on board! The shipboard radar was not turned on either - that thing was too unreliable and would break down after working for a while. During non-war periods, there was no need for the port to remain open.

The consequences of the remaining cruisers in the port being bombarded by a large formation were not difficult to predict. The second battleship, the Royal Oak, successfully used the power of the machine spirit to hit the tail of the terrible bomb with its anti-aircraft gun, causing the bomb to grazed the side armor and fell into the sea.

"God has not forsaken the English Navy! Hail the Messiah!"

Their anti-aircraft guns, assisted by the machine spirits, continued to fire and even shot down three heretic bombers!

After circling around, another heretic bomber dived down again!

We had agreed before we set off that if the bomb didn't work, we would crash into it even if we had to!

"Bang! Bang! Boom!" "Da Da Da—"

The two 8-barrel 40mm pom-pom cannons of the C-class destroyer Little Swan were fired, directly blowing up the plane and its bombs in the air.

The heretic pilots, who had lost several bombers, were not afraid. Finally, the third bomber succeeded, dropping a 666 kg bomb on the Royal Oak!

"boom!"

Then came the second, then the third! Over a dozen bombers, completely ignoring the destroyers still engaged in combat and a stranded cruiser in the harbor, continued to drop bombs. The Royal Oak, battered by the swarm, was in a state of considerable distress. One side of its hull had begun to tilt, and its engine compartment had flooded and shut down, turning it into a living coffin at sea.

It takes a long time for a large battleship to start its boiler, and the Royal Oak now has no maneuverability.

The troops stationed in Plymouth Port did not give up their efforts. The telegraph operators also tried their best to send the intelligence here back to London and to all the nearest ports - including Portsmouth, the main attack direction of the heretics.

"Plymouth calling Portsmouth, Plymouth calling Portsmouth, we are under attack by a large number of heretic bombers, I repeat, we are under attack by bombers!"

There was no time to create codes or send telegrams, so the only way to make calls was through voice calls. The radio station at the port had enough power, so direct calls were no problem at all.

However, no matter how he called, there was no response from the other side.

"Boom!" Another bomb fell, hitting the port signal tower. The telegraph operator's body was thrown to the side with the explosion. He still held the disconnected intercom in his hand, trying to call out, but no words came out. Blood gushed out, soaking the ground.

Plymouth is burning.

With all the Plymouth battleships sunk or disabled, Hell's Revenge finally began. This was just the beginning.

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"Hey, what's on the radio?"

Inside the communications tower at Portsmouth Harbor, a soldier on duty walked in with a cup of black tea. He saw that the recording connected to his radio had activated, and he felt strange.

He flipped the switch and put on his headphones. He listened to the tape and suddenly his face changed! He didn't care that the tea was spilled everywhere and quickly picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Corporal George. Please connect me to the Air Defense Command immediately. There is an emergency!" he shouted to the operator on the other end of the phone.

However, after a long time, the line was busy.

These damn officers, even one of them on duty slipped away! Private George was speechless. He could only run out a few steps and said to his assistant on the court outside, "Quick, answer the radio. I'll go to headquarters right away."

This place is only one street away from the headquarters, and it only takes him a few minutes to run over.

But, in just a few minutes, it was too late.

In fact, just half an hour earlier, a radar station in Portland, west of the island, had spotted an unidentified aircraft 112 nautical miles southwest of the island. When the radar station reported the sighting to the Air Defense Command, they dismissed it as a Martyr bomber from France that had been refitted with engines in the UK.

Neos had previously mentioned in his speech at the European Commission that he wanted to build a large bomber. Coincidentally, the new engine of the British Rolls-Royce company had been completed, so the Crusaders sent the largest bomber currently available to be modified and tested.

So the officers on duty in the headquarters went downstairs to have afternoon tea, and no one stayed behind.

Today is Sunday, a good day for Jesus' resurrection. The canteen in the port area is offering limited quantities of many kinds of expensive snacks. It is said that there are also fish and chips and popcorn that came from America.

While the officers were still preparing delicious food in the cafeteria, the heretic's fleet was almost reaching the port area.

Not far away is the port of Portsmouth. In this natural harbor, a large number of warships are docked.

The battleship Queen Elizabeth was located at the northernmost side of the warships docked in the port. More than a thousand sailors on the ship were still sleeping inside the battleship, and only a few sailors were moving around on the deck. When the roar of airplanes appeared in the distant sky, they couldn't help but look up and look at the sky.

What plane is that?

They couldn't help but look up and look at the black spot in the sky.

"You don't know, do you?" a sailor said. "This kind of plane is a bomber sent to us by the French. It needs to be equipped with our new engine. I heard that our new engine has a full 1,700 horsepower!"

But a moment later, a fellow pilot holding a telescope said, "That's not right, buddy. Why are there bombs hanging under their planes' bellies?"

The plane in the sky was moving very fast. They first saw the wings and two propellers, and then they saw something hanging under the belly of the plane.

"Those should be the transfer fuel tanks," the sailor continued to show off his knowledge. "I guarantee they flew directly from Dunkirk. That's amazing!"

"Impossible! How can a plane's auxiliary fuel tanks be hung on the belly? This is too heretical... And our planes have bomb bays, only heretical planes have—Fuck! That's a fucking heretical plane!! Alarm—!"

"Aerial Raid!!!"

The sight of the heretic pilot Grum has been occupied by his target, the target of his attack - the 30,000-ton Queen Elizabeth battleship!

As the first aircraft in the first attack echelon, it entered the attack route without any hesitation almost immediately after discovering the target.

As an ace pilot who has carried out several warship bombing missions in Iberia, Grum's attack movements are quite skilled.

Aim at the battleship's gun positions!

The armor there is the thickest, which also means that once you hit there, the enemy will be half-dead if not killed. You have to know that under the ship's gun is the ammunition depot.

The battleship Queen Elizabeth was built in 1912, with a displacement of over 30,000 tons and equipped with four twin 381mm MKI main guns.

Grum was aiming at the No. 2 turret, located in the front middle of the ship!

It attacked methodically, pressing buttons about nine hundred meters in the air.

When the terrible bomb, with a tongue of fire trailing behind it, flew towards the Queen Elizabeth, the sailors on the deck finally reacted.

“Shoot! Shoot quickly!!”

Unfortunately, it's too late!

The bomb, trailing a tongue of fire, accurately penetrated the 4.5-inch armor at the weakest part of the turret top, collapsing several layers of deck all the way to the ammunition depot at the bottom.

Then, a huge explosion was heard.

"boom!"

The entire turret was shattered! Thousands of tons of explosives were detonated, and in the massive explosion, the entire battleship was split in two. In almost a minute, it sank into the sea, leaving only a vortex on the surface.

The sailors who escaped death swam hard to the shore, while many unlucky ones were swept into the sea by the whirlpool and drowned. At this time, the entire port had turned into a hellish scene.

Heretic bombers swooped down from the sky, their bellies blazing with fire, as they flew towards the ships.

Then, a huge explosion was heard, and black smoke soon rose up from the entire port.

At this time, interceptors from airports around the coast had taken off under the command of London, but it would take them at least ten minutes to reach the sky over Plymouth.

Now, countless planes were swooping down on Plymouth Harbor. In addition to the ships in the harbor, various targets on land were also attacked.

The ammunition depot and fuel depot were also the focus of the aircraft attack. Sympathetic explosions occurred one after another, burning fuel flowed on the ground in the port area, black smoke billowed, and flames rose.

The whole of Plymouth was shaking, it had turned into hell.

"Hell, Hell, Hell!"

Radio waves propagated back excitedly.

PS: Brothers, don't forget that the Argus is docked in Brest in the northwest corner of France, and the three escort aircraft carriers have already crossed the St. George Strait to the south and arrived northwest of Plymouth.

Trench Crusaders, Stranger

It's 1914. Eight hundred years have passed since the Crusades went astray and the gates of Hell roared open. The war between mortals and heretics seems to have no end in sight. From Ireland to Khitan, the flames of war rage on; generations are born, generations die, their blood seeping into the scorched earth, raising a mist that never dissipates.

++++But hope still exists. Hope always exists. Facing the global onslaught of heresy and evil, the Chinese people and the nations of order have responded with a resounding response: "Plow through the fields, sweep through the holes, and exterminate all the demons!"

Crimson Tide: 1921: Chapter 86: England Expects Everyone to Do Their Duty

Eastern Europe, Carpathian Base Area

"Saint, we've just received an urgent war report," a European Union official said, walking quickly to Neos's side, his voice trembling slightly. "Two major ports in England—Plymouth and Portsmouth—have been subjected to large-scale bombings by heretics."

Neos asked quickly, "Bombing? How much damage have we suffered? Has the shore-based radar detected the enemy? What are our interceptors doing?! Where is our fleet?"

A series of urgent questions hit the official like a hammer. His face flushed instantly, revealing an expression of embarrassment. He lowered his head slightly and spoke with difficulty:

"Due to some... uh... mistakes in command and the suddenness of the enemy attack, the losses... were quite heavy."

He took a deep breath and continued, "According to what we were told by London half an hour ago, one battleship stationed in Plymouth Harbor was directly sunk by a heretic aircraft, and another was confirmed to have been sunk by a heretic submarine. Among the capital ships, only one cruiser managed to beach itself after being severely damaged, thus escaping the disaster."

Neos's face was terribly gloomy, but he didn't interrupt and gestured for the official to continue.

"The situation in Portsmouth is even more dire," the officer's voice deepened. "Of the nine battleships in the harbor, five have been confirmed sunk. The heretics employed a new type of heavy armor-piercing aerial bomb in this attack, which is extremely powerful. Fortunately, according to preliminary assessments, the number of these bombs appears to be limited."

"The battlecruisers Renown and Repulse were lucky enough to avoid direct attack from the Heretic aircraft group because their original destination was not Portsmouth. Of the remaining battleships in the harbor, only the Warspite is currently confirmed to be able to leave the harbor for combat. Although the battleships Revenge, Resolution, and King George V were not directly sunk, their berths have been completely blocked by the wreckage of other sunken warships, and they will not be able to leave the harbor to participate in the battle for a while."