artillery arc

Chapter 441 Hot Sand Front ①

United Kingdom, Royal Navy battleship HMS Warspite.

Fleet deputy commander Lord Cunningham put down his telescope and looked at the mushroom cloud formed by the explosion with his naked eyes.

The people on the Cambridge were nervously looking for the direction of the shelling - they subconsciously thought that it was the masterpiece of the main gun of a Grosser Kurfürst-class ship.

Lord Cunningham: "No need to look for it. This is Plosson's remote-controlled bomb. The Ant Army has seen it and seized an unexploded bomb. The Royal Academy of Sciences has completed the jammer, but it is still being tested."

The first mate exclaimed, “What do we do now?”

"Have the destroyer release the smoke. This thing is a paper tiger and must be guided visually by the operator. Once the smoke blocks the view, it will become an ordinary bomb."

After Lord Cunningham's order was given, the destroyers began to release smoke. A G-class destroyer even rushed to the upwind direction of the Warspite at high speed and began to release smoke.

At this time, the phone rang. The captain of the Warspite picked up the phone, answered it twice, and reported to the lord: "The anti-aircraft observation post saw the enemy plane turning back, heading 171!"

Lord Cunningham: "Full left! The Ants report that this bomb is not tracking far, full speed ahead!"

The captain repeated his lordship's words: "Full speed ahead, full port rudder!"

The helmsman began to turn the rudder frantically, while the third mate repeated the orders and shouted "full speed ahead" while turning the clock to full speed ahead.

A few seconds later, the clock rang and the pointer followed the joystick to the full speed forward position, indicating that the engine room had received the order.

The lord held onto the handrails on the bridge, and the others also grabbed whatever they could around them.

Only the helmsman was still turning the steering wheel frantically, until the steering wheel suddenly clanged and could no longer turn.

The helmsman shouted: "Full left rudder!"

While shouting, he also held the steering wheel tightly.

At this time, the deck under everyone's feet began to tilt.

The first mate stared at the level gauge and yelled, "Five degrees of bank!"

When the call was made, the needle of the horizon was already pointing to 10 degrees, and the old ship HMS Warspite was trying her best to turn.

A G-class destroyer with the hull number H91 crossed the route of the Warspite, and the smoke from its chimney directly obscured most of the view of the bridge.

The first mate yelled, "Fifteen degrees of bank!"

Lord: "Righten the rudder!"

The helmsman began to turn the steering wheel frantically again.

But the entire hull is still tilted, because it is not an easy task for such a large battleship to change its navigation status.

The tilt of the deck began to decrease only after the helmsman started turning the turntable for dozens of seconds.

Before Lord Cunningham could breathe a sigh of relief, a loud shout came from the air observation post through the voice tube: "Here comes the second round! I saw the second round!"

Lord: "Bang bang, fire the cannon! Even if you can't shoot it down, disrupting its flight trajectory will be good!"

The sound of anti-aircraft guns soon came from outside the bridge.

The lord himself rushed out of Cambridge and stood on the side observation deck, looking up at the thing that could send away the fleet's flagship in one go.

Suddenly, something landed less than a chain length (a unit of nautical distance, one chain is 185 meters) to the starboard side of the Warspite, and the splash looked like the explosion of a 4-inch gun.

As soon as the lord thought this, a large amount of sea water rose from the sea surface and sprayed upwards.

The shock wave reached the captain through the water, causing the deck to shake like a convulsion.

The sea water from the sky turned into heavy rain and hit the lord.

He didn't care about that and turned around to ask, "What's the situation? Have you found any water leaks?"

Most people might think that a bomb explosion at a distance of 200 meters would have little effect on the ship. However, Cunningham was an old sailor. He knew that shock waves travel farther in the water and are more powerful. Even an explosion two hundred meters away could damage the hull and cause leaks.

This is why depth charges can attack submarines. A depth charge explosion more than a hundred meters away may also damage a submarine.

First Mate: "The damage control department is checking. There is no problem at the moment. There are just some leaks in the pipes."

Lord Cunningham wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and dodged the first wave.

At this time, the sailor in the observation seat next to the lord shouted: "Look!"

The lord looked in the direction the sailor's finger pointed, and saw that the front half of the battleship Queen Elizabeth, which had been blown into two pieces, was lifted up high and then plunged into the water.

There were all kinds of things falling down from the ship, and if you looked closely, many of them were living humans.

The sailor on the observation seat exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh my God, people keep falling like garbage." The lord was about to respond when another sailor pointed to the sky and shouted: "Look!"

The lord thought it was another remote-controlled bomb, but when he looked up, he found that it was countless contrails rushing towards the Plosson fleet in the sky. The Royal Air Force had finally arrived!

There was cheering all over the Warspite, on the anti-aircraft gun deck, the searchlight deck, the boat deck - people were all cheering.

Lord Cunningham turned around and gave an order to the first officer: "Say hello to the Royal Air Force. Then, the fleet will continue its mission of bombarding Plossom's troops outside the city."

"Yes!"

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Admiral Erwin Romell pursed his lips and frowned as he looked at the Royal Navy fleet on the sea.

At this time, the communications staff said: "The Air Force said that the Royal Air Force sent planes from the airfield near Lokay. They asked us why we didn't occupy all the airfields."

Erwin Romer finally couldn't help getting angry: "Because I need supplies! If I can't take down Alexandria, I won't have any supplies! How am I going to wipe out the airport further east?"

Communications Staff: "So... is this the reply?"

"No," Erwin took a deep breath. "Forget it. Let's reply to the Air Force like this: Thank you for your support. Your support provided a valuable half-hour gap in firepower. We have entered the city and are engaging in close combat with the United Kingdom Army. In addition, please do not use horizontal bombers to bomb the port tomorrow, especially the port stacks. We really need the supplies inside. That's all. Please repeat it again!"

The communications officer wrote down the last word and then repeated it aloud.

Erwin waved.

The communications officer left as fast as a flash.

The admiral continued to look at the warships that were constantly spitting flames on the sea, and cursed: "How many shells do these ships have? They have been firing for so long, and they haven't used up all the shells yet?"

Chief of Staff: "It is said that the navy is engaged in a battle, which may last for a whole day, with a night battle, and then a second wave of fighting during the day the next day. They should have brought a lot of ammunition."

Admiral Erwin cursed, "If we had fought for a whole day, our tanks would have run out of ammunition. Why didn't that fat guy from the United Kingdom actually build a cruiser to patrol the ground?"

The Chief of Staff could only smile bitterly.

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The capital of the Mamluk Empire, controlled by the United Kingdom and the Mamluk Kingdom Army.

Admiral Bernard Law Magot assured the Mamluk king: "They will never be able to take Alexander. We have a large number of troops in the city, as well as Gurkha soldiers who are good at hand-to-hand combat, and the Royal Navy's Marines are also inside.

"And we will dispatch the Komanda Special Forces tonight to behead General Erwin, who is highly regarded by Emperor Prosom, and blow up his supply chain! The leaderless Prosom African Army will collapse at the first blow!"

The Mamluk king was a fat man weighing nearly 400 pounds. It was said that he never stopped eating. Now he was eating chicken legs while listening to Admiral Mago's words.

After the admiral finished speaking, he reluctantly took the chicken leg away from his mouth, thought for a while, and then said with his greasy mouth: "Well, very good! Since the enemy can't take Alexander, can we not move the capital? Can I ask my court supervisor to stop moving my gold and silver treasures?"

General Mago frowned: "Have you started to transfer the gold and silver treasures?"

The fat man shrugged - because he was so fat, this action looked like an earth-shaking movement: "Just in case. I have a lot of treasure."

General Mago: "Does it include Mamluk treasures? Mummies, for example?"

"Ah, those, those were all taken away by the Carolingians and the United Kingdom. Only some stone slabs and other things are left here. Have you forgotten?" the king asked.

General Mago was a little embarrassed: "Well, that's for protection."

"Yes, yes, it's a great pleasure to have a powerful country like the United Kingdom serving me, protecting our cultural relics and canals!" the fat king answered sincerely.

Admiral Mago suddenly didn't want to continue the conversation. He said, "Then I will continue to deal with military matters. If you have any needs, please speak directly to the Governor."

After saying this, without waiting for the king to respond, the general saluted, turned around and left the magnificent hall.

When they got outside, the hot wind from the desert blew on Admiral Mago's face, immediately making him break out in a thin layer of sweat.

The adjutant was waiting outside the door. When he saw Mago coming out, he immediately stood up and said, "General, the commander of the 7th Armored Division is waiting for you at the headquarters."

Mago nodded. "Very good. The Prosens must be very tired now. Once they enter the city and fight with the Marines and Gurkhas for a day or two, we will be ready to counterattack. This time, we must make sure that this 'Desert Fox' is defeated."

Admiral Mago took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the sky. At this moment, a mirage appeared, and he could clearly see the Eagle-headed Human-Spirited Statue and the Tiger-fu Pyramid far outside of Lokai.

Admiral Mago stared at the mirage and said, "I didn't expect that we would also use Ante's Rokosov's tactics, using space and supply distance to offset the Proson's combat effectiveness. It's really unpleasant. Isn't this like admitting that the Proson people are a superior race?"

Adjutant: "But, in the end, we will win. And those who win in the end are the better ones, aren't they?"

Mago thought about it and smiled: "You are right. Maybe the Prosen people are good at fighting, but in the end we won, which means we are better. Let's go to the headquarters."

(End of this chapter)