"Chief Nagumo's fleet still has battle-tested aircraft carriers such as the Pancheng, Unryu, Amagi, and Katsuragi, and is fully certain that it will be able to defeat any enemy forces that might engage it. Even the Military Command Department, which had previously thought that it was too risky to support the war, now seems to be less worried about the outcome of the battle. ”

Of course, as it turned out later, these estimates were wrong. Although the China aircraft carrier was heavily damaged, it was not completely destroyed, and some of the aircraft carriers that were too badly injured were quickly repaired and were able to participate in the next battle. It was only after the war that he learned the whole truth: After the seriously wounded aircraft carrier "Qiulong" rushed back to Keelung Harbor, it took only four days for the repair crew to rejoin the fleet that prevented him from invading the mainland of China. This achievement stands in stark contrast to our exhausted efforts, which resulted in the inability of the Zuihe and Shozuru to participate in naval operations for three months. ”

This is the end of the aircraft carrier war between China and China, and the battle within the "Dragon Triangle" is far from over.

"Sir! How are you? ”

On the bridge of the battleship "Yamato", Rear Admiral Ugaki asked with concern when he saw Yamamoto Isoroku, whose face was pale and crumbling.

At this time, the huge waves like a mountain surged, and once again pushed the "Yamato" to the top of the wave, and Yamamoto Isoroku and all the staff members grabbed the handrail, feeling the feeling like flying through the clouds again.

At about the same time, in the valley of waves in the distance, the figure of a huge ship suddenly appeared.

The giant ship moved like a mountain, and when Yamamoto Isoroku saw the "human" flag fluttering high on the mast of the other ship, the blood in his whole body almost rushed to his eyes.

The flagship of the Chinese fleet "Fuxi"!

"Quick...... Shoot ......," he said in a hoarse voice.

In fact, there was no need for him to order, the main turret of the "Yamato" had already begun to aim, and at this time, the four quadruple 460-mm main guns of the "Fuxi" were also aimed at the "Yamato".

Almost at the same time, a total of 28 main guns of the "Fuxi" and "Yamato" began to roar!

As if the sky was falling apart, the long muzzle flame descended like heavenly fire, illuminating the darkness of the storm, and at this moment, for the first time, human beings showed their destructive power to nature.

But nature proved once again how powerful it was, and at the moment when the main guns of both sides fired a salvo, suddenly, a wave the size of a mountain tip surged between the two sides, blocking between the two giant ships at once, and their shells all hit the waves!

A high wall of water instantly rose on the giant wave, but this water wall still seemed so insignificant compared to the giant wave itself.

The huge waves instantly pushed the two super battleships to both sides, and at this moment, the two giant ships were like fallen leaves floating in the water, and it seemed that they were in danger of being swallowed by the waves at any time.

This is true even for such super battleships as the "Fuxi" and "Yamato", and the situation with other warships can be imagined.

In the beginning, the formation of the fleets of the two warring sides was still maintained, but the aiming of the main guns became irregular and unpredictable, but now, the so-called formation is completely non-existent, and all the ships on both sides are in a melee.

The big waves swelled from time to time, raising and throwing down the battleships, and the crests of the waves appeared between the warships from time to time, as if they were deliberately blocking the shelling of both sides. Sometimes the battleship is lifted too high by the waves, and the cannonballs fired often hit directly into the water, or fly far away, and when the waves lift the battleship above the wind and waves, the cannonballs fired by the opponent often explode in the waves, and there are very few times when they can hit directly, and even if they hit the enemy ship, the waves that rise from time to time will quickly extinguish the flames on the battleship that is on fire.

"Attention! There's a storm! Watch your step! ”

In the cabin of the "Fuxi", the sailor shouted loudly.

"Damn! Why did I get all this kind of thing?! Someone shouted mockingly, trying to relieve the tension, but unfortunately the hull of the ship shook too much, and everyone had to hold on to the handle next to them, and no one had the leisure to talk.

Another big wave struck, and the hull shook violently, and several sailors were unsteady on their feet, and they all fell there.

"Hurry up! Buckle up! Boatswain Zhao Shi yelled

Another big wave hit, and the sailor Wang Antai was thrown to the side and couldn't stand up, and several people around him grabbed his seat belt and didn't let go, and couldn't help him get up for a while.

A strong big hand grabbed his arm and dragged him up, and Wang Antai looked back and saw that it was the old sailor Meng Guangliang.

"Are you alright?"

Because the storm was so strong, everyone could only talk to others by shouting. Wang Antai noticed that the green tendons on Meng Guangliang's neck had burst out.

"I'm fine!" Wang Antai nodded gratefully, he found that Lao Meng was no longer as flustered as he was at the beginning.

The wind and waves hit again, and the hull of the ship made a rolling sound, and the faces of several young sailors changed slightly when they heard this terrible sound.

At this time, only the sound of "boom" was heard, and the hull of the ship seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and it shook violently, and all the people were shaken to the ground.

"We've been hit!" Someone shouted in alarm.

"Don't be afraid! We can hold up! Meng Guangliang let out a loud roar, and immediately calmed down the young sailors.

With a "bang", another huge wave hit, and the water flowed down the deck to the edge of Chu Yangwei's shoes, making him a little unsteady.

"No! So that it will not be possible to hit the enemy ship at all! Chu Yangwei looked at the "Yamato", which was also swaying in the waves like a mountain, and frowned, "It's a waste of ammunition!" ”

"What then?" Zhang Enming looked at him a little blankly, and his brows furrowed together.

A 510-mm shell fired by the "Yamato" just now had already missed and hit the sea, but somehow it did not explode, but was pushed by the waves and drifted a few times on the surface of the sea, and then exploded right on the port side of the "Fuxi"! And the "Fuxi" fired two volleys in succession, but because the wind and waves were too strong, they were not able to hit the "Yamato".

Another wave came, and the sea water had soaked Chu Yangwei's shoes.

"Damn it!" Chu Yangwei cursed, and just as he finished saying this, the monstrous waves came down from the sky and hit the bridge directly, Chu Yangwei suddenly felt a piercing chill, which made him uncomfortably cold.

Chu Yangwei's mouth was full of bitterness for a while, and he couldn't compare to drinking Chinese medicine. It turned out that he choked on the seawater, and the seawater at this time was like mercury, flowing down his nose, but he couldn't cough it out, so he could only swallow the seawater constantly. At this point, his mind seemed to be stuffed with straw, and he couldn't think. The hand script fluttered energetically.

Another wave hit and washed him over.

The storm that had been gathering for a long time broke out again, and the wind carried raindrops the size of beans on all the warships on the sea frantically, and the waves were higher than the mountains. The sea was surging with wind and waves, and the huge fleet seemed so small and fragile in the face of the natural power of heaven and earth, and all the warships were thrown up and down by the storm, and they could be destroyed at any time.

The huge waves rushed to the deck of the Chinese battleships from time to time, and the sailors were crooked, but no one flinched no matter how strong the wind and waves were, they stuck to their posts, and worked together to control the battleship against the wind and waves, and the impact of the huge waves seriously affected the loading of the shells, and even when the shells were loaded, the shells would be jolted down, so that the rate of fire of the guns became extremely slow, but the gunners still tried hard to load the shells and shoot at the enemy ships as much as possible.

"Boom!"

Thunder swept through the air, tearing through the dark clouds, and the storm did not weaken as one had hoped, but intensified.

On the battleship "Shinano", Kato Yansuke's face became extremely solemn, because it was the first time that he had encountered such a terrible storm after so many years of sailing at sea!

When the storm hit, Kato Yansuke did not return to the relatively safe and comfortable cabin, but stood alone on the bridge of the ship, standing still in the face of the storm.

Kato Yanyou has always believed that the power of this natural heaven and earth has an excellent sharpening effect on his own martial arts, and if he can comprehend the truth of power in heaven and earth, it will have this great benefit for the improvement of his state of mind, and he came to this sea not to enjoy the scenery of the sea.

Seeing that someone was provoking his majesty, the storm became even more furious, and the wind and rain actually brought hail, and the huge waves that rolled up formed a wall of water more than forty meters high, and smashed into Kato Yansuke standing on the bridge with an extremely amazing momentum!

The sailors who witnessed this scene all exclaimed, they did not know if their warship would be able to withstand such an earth-shattering blow.

Kato Yanyou's feet were nailed to the deck as if they had taken root, and his eyes flashed with excitement as he faced the rushing wall!

The wind roared, blowing on the wires with a scream of "woo-woo-woo". Lightning pierced the dark night, and the dull thunder roared like a cannon, terrifying the sailors.

A bolt of lightning, a crisp thunderclap, and then a torrential downpour, like a god receiving a signal to pour the water of the heavenly river into the world, the heavy rain violently struck the hull of the ship, hit the glass window, and played a shocking music. At this moment, another lightning bolt struck, and the lightning shone so brightly that the sailors could not even open their eyes, and "boom-" was another deafening thunder, which frightened them to cover their ears and hide in the cabin.

The Wind God's sharp arrows roared into the rough sea, letting out bursts of cheers. The clouds were like the faces of monsters, and the blue-purple lightning was the terrifying and hideous smiling face of the monsters.

The clouds in the sky soon turned black, and the lower the clouds, the more fierce the wind, the more frantic and frenzied, and the heavy rain could not wait to follow the footsteps of the large raindrops, turning into a downpour. The rain poured on the ground, making a rattling sound, pouring on the warships, almost knocking them down, and the wind became more and more crazy, and a lot of rain came in through the cracks in the doors, through the portholes, and through the cracks in various places, and soon the ground in the cabin was damp.

"Did we hit the enemy ship again?"

In the command tower of the "Yamato", Yamamoto Isoroku asked in a hoarse voice.

In an instant just now, he saw the fire of the "Fuxi" after it was hit by the "drifting bomb".

"Yes, sir......" replied a staff officer, holding back his vomit, "but the storm has extinguished the flames of the enemy ship......

Another huge wave hit, and the wind accompanied the rain to splash in through the observation window, and immediately surrounded Yamamoto Isoroku. He couldn't help but let out a series of sneezes, followed by shrinking and shivering, about a little cold.

He felt something coming out of his nose, thinking it was snot, so he wiped it with his hand by the way, but he didn't expect that the thing in his nose continued to flow, and he suddenly smelled a smell of blood, and then he realized that he had a nosebleed.

Yamamoto Fifty-six sighed, and by the light of the lightning, he saw that his hands were covered with blood, and his clothes were still dripping on the ground.

He couldn't stop his bleeding nose. He looked up at his head to relieve pressure and control the speed of blood flow. Wind and raindrops poured into his nostrils and blood into his mouth, accidentally choking on his bronchi. He couldn't help but cough violently, spitting out a large mouthful of rain and blood. Soon, he felt a salty taste rise in his throat, and again, he couldn't help it, coughing and gurgling out a big mouthful.

At this moment the light of the lightning illuminated the new spit, bright red to the point of blackness, and on the ground it was merging with the rain and flowing lower on the ground, and he suddenly panicked, and soon a wave of fear. He wondered if it was time to come, but he chose such an inopportune time and place: strong winds, torrential rains, huge waves, and the sea.

He was so uncomfortable that he bent down, holding his chest in both hands, and the blood from his nose continued to flow.

He felt that his body was becoming hollow little by little, and he clearly saw that some indescribable Dingxi of himself was drilling out of his nostrils, and the depression in his chest was the driving force behind his drilling outward. He tried to control the ups and downs of his chest, to calm the frequency of his breathing, and to reduce the pressure of a pain as much as possible to control the flow of blood in his nostrils.

The thunder continued, and through the lightning he saw the dripping bench, and he stumbled over and sat down heedlessly. He continued to gasp, and he didn't care that he was already soaking wet, as he was so preoccupied with controlling the rate of bleeding that he was already soaking wet.

The blue lightning reflected his pale and thin face in a terrifying lightning, like a zombie just crawling out of a grave.

And he couldn't see what he was like.

He was struggling to calculate when the nosebleed would end, and he was hopelessly waiting for the wind and rain to stop. But he knew very well that it was the time of the storm, and all the space would be temporarily borrowed by the storm. The gift of the storm is the rain and the wind that rushes everywhere.

The storm continued, and the lightning and thunder did not stop. His blood flow seemed to be slowing. There is no dry place in the Command Tower, it seems to be a world of water; Now his eyes were all darkness, except for the general outline of the command room when the lightning began; The sound of rain falling down in my ears was the thunder, far and near.

Suddenly, he began to cough violently. Gulps of blood splattered from his mouth. He was visibly gasping for air, and the bleeding from his nostrils had ceased by this time, probably too slowly, and instead passed through his mouth, in a ferocity with the storm.

There was already a bright red flowing on the ground, and the light of lightning reflected on the ground in the room at this moment had become a kind of red. He seemed to feel something else in his body slowly beginning to float, wandering from his eyes, from the top of his head, like Venus at first; Then Venus was gone, and it became a very light unnamed thing. Obviously, he couldn't hold this gentle and indescribable inexplicable object, so he had to let it float out of his body.

Then his originally thin body suddenly began to become extremely heavy, and even with his hands, he couldn't support it! Slowly, he began to move from his chair to the ground, sliding down to the ground to be exact.

His body was curled up as his spine began to bend inward as the cough bent inward, his abdomen constricted inward, his chest ached sharply, his consciousness began to blur, he could not feel the dampness on the ground, and he could not feel the rain mixing with his own blood into a pool that soaked his body as he slid to the ground.

His consciousness was finally gone, and he lay on his side on the ground, his body curled up into a deformed bow, but the cough continued, only much less. The blood continued to gurgle out of the throat, and the blood rushed out of both the mouth and the nose at the same time, and then the speed of the rush could not keep up with the speed of the storm, let alone the speed of lightning and thunder, and finally stopped.

"Sir! Sir! ”

The staff members were anxiously calling at this time, and Yamamoto Fifty-six could no longer hear it.

"Call the doctor here and don't let everyone know that the chief is sick." Kuroshima Kameto Osa looked unusually calm, he picked up Yamamoto Fifty-six, commanded loudly, and then said to the chief of staff, Rear Admiral Ugaki, "Chief Yamamoto needs to rest, now please take on the responsibility of commanding the entire fleet!" ”

Major General Ugaki nodded solemnly and did not speak.

Medics and medics soon arrived at the command tower and administered first aid to Yamamoto Isoroku on the spot. Seeing the doctors busy around Yamamoto Isoroku, Major General Ugaki breathed a sigh of relief.

"The wind and waves are too strong for the main guns to fire accurately, so it's better for us to conserve ammunition and wait for the storm to subside before attacking the enemy."

"Okay!" Major General Ugaki accepted the suggestion of Kuroshima Kameto Osaku and gave the order.

Although the advice of the Black Island Turtle people was good, in fact, due to the failure of the communication system, the command to save ammunition was given with a flag and light signal, which not every battleship could receive in the event of a raging storm.

(To be continued)