Arc of Gunfire

Chapter 441 Hot Sand Front①

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 Cambridge were nervously looking for the direction of the bombardment - they subconsciously thought it was the masterpiece of the main gun of a Great Grosser Kurfürst class.

Lord Cunningham: "No need to look for it, this is a remote-controlled bomb of Proson. The Ant Army has seen it and seized an unexploded bomb. The Royal Academy of Sciences has completed the jamming device, but it is still being tested."

The first mate exclaimed: "What should we do now?"

"Let the destroyer release smoke. This thing is a paper tiger. The operator must visually guide it. After the smoke blocks the line of sight, it is an ordinary bomb."

After Lord Cunningham's order was issued, the destroyer began to release smoke. A G-class destroyer also rushed to the upwind direction of the HMS 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 twice and reported to the lord: "The anti-aircraft observation post saw the enemy plane turning back, heading 171!"

Lord Cunningham: "Full left rudder! The report from the Ants said that the tracking distance of this bomb is not long, full speed ahead!"

The captain repeated the lord's words: "Full speed ahead, full left rudder!"

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

A few seconds later, the clock sounded an electric bell, and the pointer followed the joystick to the full speed ahead position, which meant that the engine room had received the order.

The lord held the handrail in the bridge, and others also held what they could hold around them.

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

The helmsman shouted: "It's full left rudder!"

While shouting, he also grabbed the steering wheel.

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

The first mate stared at the horizon and shouted: "Five degrees of tilt!"

When he shouted, the pointer of the horizon ran to 10 degrees, and the old ship Warspite was turning with all her might.

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

The first mate shouted: "Fifteen degrees of tilt!"

The lord: "Ring straight!"

The helmsman began to turn the steering wheel frantically again.

But the whole hull was still tilted, because it was not an easy thing for such a large battleship to change its sailing state.

After the helmsman started turning the turntable for dozens of seconds, the tilt of the deck began to decrease.

Before Lord Cunningham could breathe a sigh of relief, the air observation post shouted in the sound tube: "The second shot is coming! I saw the second shot!"

The lord: "Bang bang, the guns are firing! If you can't shoot it down, it's also good to interfere with the flight trajectory!"

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

The lord himself rushed out of Cambridge, stood on the side observation tower, and looked up at the thing that could send away the fleet flagship at once.

In a flash, something fell less than a chain (a unit of navigation distance, one chain is 185 meters) on the starboard side of the Warspite, and the splashes looked like a 4-inch gun explosion--

Just as the lord thought so, a large mass of sea water rose from the sea surface and erupted upward.

The shock wave was transmitted from the water to the captain, 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 these, and turned back to ask: "What's the situation? Have you found any leaks?"

Most people may think that the explosion of a bomb at a distance of 200 meters has little effect on the ship, but Cunningham is an old sailor. He knows that shock waves are transmitted farther in the water and are more powerful. Even an explosion two hundred meters away may damage the hull and cause leaks.

This is why depth charges can attack submarines. The explosion of a depth charge more than 100 meters away may also damage the submarine.

First mate: "The damage control department is checking. There is no problem at present, but some pipes are leaking."

Lord Cunningham wiped his cold sweat. He avoided the first wave.

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

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

There were messy things falling down on the ship. Looking closely, many of them were living humans.

The sailor in the observation position exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh my God, people keep falling like garbage."

Just as the lord was about to respond, 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 is finally here!

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

Lord Cunningham turned his head and ordered the first mate: "Say hello to the Royal Air Force. Then, the fleet will continue to carry out the task of bombarding the Plossom Army 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 airport near Loquet, and they questioned why we didn't occupy all the airports."

Erwin Romell finally couldn't help but get angry: "Because I need supplies! If I can't capture Alexander, I won't have supplies! How am I going to clear the airport further east?"

Communications Staff Officer: "Then...is this the reply?"

"No," Erwin took a deep breath, "Forget it, reply to the Air Force like this: Thank you for your support. Your support provided a precious half-hour of firepower gap. We have entered the city and are fighting with the United Kingdom Army. Conduct close combat. Also, please do not use horizontal bombers to bomb the port tomorrow, especially the port stack. That’s all. Please repeat it!

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

Erwin waved his hand.

The communications staff officer left as fast as he could.

The admiral continued to look at the group of battleships that were constantly spraying flames on the sea, and cursed: "How many artillery shells do these ships have? They have been bombarded for so long, and they haven't fired all the shells yet?"

Chief of Staff: "It is said that the navy is engaged in battles, which may last for a whole day, and they have to fight at night, and continue to fight the second wave during the day the next day. They should have brought a lot of ammunition."

Admiral Erwin scolded: "Our tanks would have been empty of ammunition if they fought for such a day. Why didn't that fat man from the United Kingdom actually build a cruiser that cruised on the ground?"

The chief of staff could only smile bitterly.

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

Admiral Bernard Law Mago praised the Mamluk king: "They will never be able to take Alexander (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 Marines are also inside.

"And we will dispatch the Komanda special forces tonight to behead General Erwin, who is highly regarded by Emperor Prothen, and blow up his supplies at the same time! The leaderless African army of Prosen will collapse at the first touch!"

The king of the Mamluks is a fat man weighing nearly 400 pounds. It is said that he has never stopped eating. Now he is eating chicken legs and listening to Admiral Mago's words.

After the admiral finished speaking, he reluctantly took the chicken leg away from his mouth, thought for a moment, and then said with a mouth full of oil: "Uh, good! Since the enemy can't take Alexander, can we? Not moving the capital? Can I ask my palace supervisor to stop transferring my gold and silver treasures?”

General Mago frowned: "Have you started transferring gold and silver treasures?"

The big fat man shrugged - because he was too fat, this action seemed to shake the earth: "Just in case. I have a lot of treasures."

General Mago: "Do they include Mamluk treasures? Like mummies or something?"

"Ah, those, those were all taken away by the Carolingians and the United Kingdom. We only have some stone slabs left here. Have you forgotten?" the king asked.

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

"Yes, yes, I protect our cultural relics and our canals. It feels so comfortable for a powerful country like the United Kingdom to serve me!" The fat king replied sincerely.

General 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 mention them directly to the Governor."

After speaking, without waiting for the king's response, the general saluted, turned and left the magnificent hall.

Outside, the hot wind from the desert blew on Admiral Mago's face, causing him to break out into a thin layer of sweat.

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

Mago nodded: "Very good, the Prossens must be very tired now. When they enter the city and mingle with the Marines and Gurkha soldiers for a day or two, we will be ready to counterattack. This time We must let this 'Desert Fox' sink into the sand."

Admiral Mago took a deep breath and turned to look at the sky - at this time, a mirage actually appeared, and he could clearly see the Harpy and the Tiger Pyramid far away on the outskirts of Lokai.

Admiral Mago stared at the mirage and said: "I didn't expect that we also used Ant's Rokossov's tactics, using space and supply distance to offset Proson's combat effectiveness. It's really unpleasant, it's not like Is it the same as admitting that the Proscenians are a superior race?”

Adjutant: "But, in the end, we will win. It is the better person who wins in the end, isn't it?"

Mago thought for a while and smiled: "You are right, maybe the Prossens are good at fighting, but in the end we won, that means we are better. Let's go to the headquarters."