"Enemy attack."

Forty-seven kilometers outside the port of Naha, the Nishimura fleet, the lookout, shouted hysterically as they looked at the flickering flames that fell like meteors in the distance.

Under the clear sky of the night, the tail flame of the missile flashing at a height of several thousand meters was particularly conspicuous.

"Missiles found, the number of twenty, the azimuth ······"

"Twenty-seven kilometers away."

"Speed nine hundred."

The liaison quickly summarized the news and reported it to Shoji Nishimura.

I have to say that the combined fleet of devils does have some ability, and just by relying on manpower observation, it can accurately judge the distance and speed of the attacking missiles in a few minutes.

Of course, this is also related to the huge tail flame of the first generation of missiles, as well as the current weather.

"Nine hundred..."

Nishimura Shoji swallowed with difficulty.

The speed shocked him.

In fact, at the beginning, he had in mind that he would use anti-aircraft artillery to deal with the enemy's 'missiles'.

In his opinion, the so-called missiles are essentially no different from airplanes.

It's nothing more than a change of power to a rocket, similar to the rocket plane secretly researched by the Empire, plus a radar, and then with some kind of technology that the Empire doesn't understand, it can automatically find targets.

Since it's the same as an airplane, then shoot it down.

But the speed of 900 kilometers per hour made Nishimura realize that it was impossible to intercept it with anti-aircraft guns alone, and the air defense system of the imperial warship could not cope with such a fast aircraft.

"Assemble."

"Smoke grenade preparation."

Nishimura immediately ordered the troops to prepare a second plan.

Assemble the fleet, then unleash smoke grenades in unison to jam the enemy's missiles.

"The enemy launched a second round of attacks, the number of twenty."

The Nishimura fleet, which had always maintained full power output, quickly began to assemble, and only a dozen seconds later, the attack aircraft group in the sky launched a second wave of missiles again, and another twenty missiles flickered towards the Nishimura fleet.

"Yaga."

Nishimura Shoji's face immediately changed.

Although the missiles do not need to be calibrated, such a density of fire indicates that the enemy is prepared this time and has sufficient firepower, and the biggest problem with smoke grenades is that they have a short duration.

So.

In the end, there are many enemy missiles?

Or is his smoke grenade more durable?

"It's the New Year!"

Just as the missile was launched, on the 01-class missile destroyer 'Heyuan', in the bridge, everyone looked at the tail flame in the distant sky and couldn't help but sigh.

These tail flames that streak across the sky are like fireworks during the Chinese New Year.

Thanks to the development of the base area, a wave of fireworks was set off in many places during the Spring Festival last year, and a lively New Year was spent and a good reunion dinner was eaten. With the further development of the base area, this year, more people will feel the flavor of the New Year.

"When are we going to fire?"

Then, everyone looked at Wang Gensheng.

"When the Air Force goes first, we'll finish."

Wang Gensheng smiled slightly.

Although the Navy and the Air Force use the same missile, which is technically the same, and parts such as the seeker can even be interchanged, the difference between the Navy and the Air Force is extremely different in performance.

The biggest difference is the size.

The missiles of the Navy are a full circle larger than those of the Air Force, the range is eight kilometers higher, and the charge is one hundred and fifty kilograms more.

According to the reconnaissance of the AWACS aircraft and some intelligence, the devils dispatched two battleships this time.

A large guy with a full load of more than 35,000 tons of drainage tanks.

The attack mode of missiles makes it extremely difficult to sink battleships with thick armor and good anti-sinking performance in watertight warehouses, and several are needed for heavy cruises.

Eighty missiles of the Air Force are estimated to be difficult to sink these two big guys.

But it doesn't matter.

If you can't dry up one shot, then two, three, or ten, and their navy is even thicker.

Not yet.

Then the torpedo boat was on.

The underwater explosion of the torpedo can increase the destructiveness by several times more, even the devil's Yamato, it is difficult to face the continuous attack of the torpedo without sinking, but this time he brought fifteen torpedo boats.

And so missiles destroyed the power of the devil warship, the superstructure, the torpedo boat could be launched even closer to a kilometer.

"Smoke grenades, fire."

In Wang Gensheng's thoughts, the first round of missiles had already arrived at a position about four kilometers outside the Nishimura fleet, and the speed of 900 kilometers per hour only took twelve seconds for three kilometers.

Bang bang bang ·

In the night, smoke bombs soared into the air, bursting out of fierce white smoke and instantly enveloping the entire Nishimura fleet.

Immediately afterward, twenty 'shooting stars' plunged into the smoke in a row.

Boom Boom...

Then, there was a rising and explosive fireball, in the night, hundreds of times more dazzling than the 'meteor' just now, even if there was a shroud of smoke, it could be seen clearly dozens of kilometers away.

"That's fireworks."

On the attack cluster, a pilot hovering over the plane smacked his mouth.

"Indeed."

The commander on the side couldn't help but agree.

This year, there are a lot of new fireworks in the base area, not only the trajectory of the launch is beautiful, but even the flute sound has been added, which is very good, but the moment of explosion is the most beautiful.

As the words fell, a second round of missiles also pounced on the Nishimura fleet, and the surging explosion fireball burst out again.

Then came the third round.

Fourth round.

In just two minutes, eighty missiles were grouped toward the Nishimura fleet.

When the smoke cleared, the smoke cleared, and six burning warships came into view.

In this embryonic era of precision guidance, the data between radars cannot be exchanged, and when attacking six concentrated fleets, the final target selection of missiles is actually random, and after the radar at the end is turned on, the target will be immediately selected to attack.

It's simply not realistic to judge priorities or something.

And the devil was obviously not very lucky this time, six warships were hit by missiles, and none of them were lucky, and all the warships were burning with raging flames on the upper floors, which were particularly conspicuous on the calm sea surface of the night.

The effect of the missile saturation attack of the later Slavs was vividly displayed.

"Three, four circling and observing, the rest retreating."

Because of the smoke and water, it was impossible to count how many hits there were, so the commander gave the order to retreat, leaving only two planes that continued to hover, indifferently observing the battlefield.

Next, it's time for the Navy.

·····

The flagship of the Nishimura fleet.

Inside the bridge.

"The No. 1, No. 2, and No. 5 turrets were seriously damaged and lost firepower, the No. 3 turret had an ammunition explosion, the No. 4 turret steering machine was stuck and could not rotate and pitch, and the four 127 high-level dual-purpose guns on the left side were damaged and failed·····"

"The superstructure was badly damaged, and all the sighting equipment failed."

"The engine room was damaged... Jade Shatter...

One damage report after another was summarized into Nishimura's ears, making Nishimura, who was dizzy and ringing from the explosion, almost didn't come back in one breath, and directly staged a cool scene on the spot.

The Styx missile is a shaped armor-piercing warhead, that is, a hollow charge, armor-piercing relies on a metal jet, and the armor-piercing ability is very strong, but the damage ability is insufficient, but the 500-kilogram warhead has a considerable explosive power.

Although the Mogami is a heavy patrol, it is essentially a transformation of the light patrol, and although the design leaves the potential for transformation, the defense is lacking compared to the standard heavy patrol.

The top number that was hit by seven was almost miserable at this time.

The superstructure was almost swept away, leaving only a few turrets, but all of them were incapacitated, and the No. 3 turret was pierced by a metal jet, detonating several packets of propellants and shells, and bursting on the spot.

The engine room was also pierced by a metal jet from a missile, losing more than half of its power, and a devil navy on duty was directly melted.

The entire ship's electrical communications failed.

"What about the rest of the ships?"

Nishimura asked with difficulty.

He regretted it a little, he should have chosen the battleship as the flagship, this time if it wasn't for luck, no missiles hit the bridge directly, and the torpedo on the flanks was not detonated, otherwise he was afraid that the jade would have been shattered.

"The Shanyun sank, the Manyun rolled on its side, and the Chaoyun lost power."

"Fuso, the mountain city is good and the superstructure is damaged, and the secondary artillery is seriously damaged."

Compared to the heavy cruisers with a displacement of more than 10,000 tons, and the ridiculously thick battleships, the Izumo-class destroyers with a standard displacement of only 2,000 tons are simply vulnerable to missiles with a warhead of 500 kilograms.

The worst Shanyun was hit by four, and it was cool on the spot, and the Manyun hit two, and it rolled over at a large angle, but fortunately, the water injection barely kept its balance, and the luckiest Chaoyun only hit one, but it happened to hit the engine room, and the whole ship lost power.

The large battleships were hit the most, with an average of ten, but they were rough and thick-skinned, only the superstructure was damaged, and the power was almost undamaged because of the protection of the main armor belt.

However, the chimney was damaged, which affected the power output, and the main gun was also damaged to varying degrees.

"Enemy attack, missiles, the number is unknown, the altitude is low."

Before Nishimura could digest the tragedy, another urgent news came.

Wang Gensheng made a move.

Twenty missile boats, plus 01-class missile destroyers, opened fire at full strength, and this time it was twenty-three missiles that hit.

However, compared with the air-launched type, the cruising altitude of the ship-based missile is only 300 meters, and the devil's lookout cannot judge the number and speed.

There are a lot of enemy missiles.

And.

Own smoke bombs are not yet of much use.

Also, you should not gather yourself, because it is scattered.

Nishimura laughed miserably in his heart, and regretted his stupid command, and then he forcibly pulled himself together, drew his katana, his eyes fierce and crazy, and his voice was full of madness:

"Find the enemy's position and counterattack."

"Hey."

Inspired by Nishimura, the devils were very imposing, but at night, in the face of Wang Gensheng's fleet at a distance of thirty kilometers, and the superstructure containing sighting equipment that was almost completely destroyed, this momentum was meaningless, and could only be impotent and furious.

Until he was hit again, the devil only screamed a few times with a few small-caliber guns.

When Wang Gensheng launched a third round of attacks, Nishimura and his flagship Mogami began to sink to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

By the time the final cumulative 200 missiles had been launched and the torpedo boats began to enter, there were only two remnants of the battleships that were in tatters, staggered, losing power and slowly sinking.

Although the battleship resisted, there was also a limit, and it was too much to be hit by more than forty missiles in a row.

"Launch."

Two kilometers away, Wang Gensheng gave the order to launch a torpedo.

At half past eleven o'clock in the evening of April 1.

The entire Nishimura fleet sank in the sea 50 kilometers northeast of the Ryukyus.

On the port of Naha, the two devil brigades that had been assembled again began to retreat without waiting for the fire support of the fleet, but before they could get up, they saw more than a hundred tanks rushing towards them.

"Tank!"

The two captains went crazy at once.

Heavy artillery again, tank again, sure that the enemy will land only for one day?

"Run."

In the face of more than 100 tanks, these two devils didn't care about what bushido or command, and they immediately led the team to run away, and the locust army of the Great Japanese Empire was also first-class.

But no matter how fast your legs are, you can't go as fast as a tank.

An hour and a half later, except for a small number of devils who escaped, the two brigades were easily wiped out by two tank battalions.

······

The next day.

One o'clock in the morning.

The underground Prime Minister's Office in Tokyo.

"The Nishimura fleet encountered a joint attack by the enemy's sea and air, and General Nishimura was shattered, and all six warships of the Nishimura flotilla were lost."

"The Ryukyu brigade was attacked by more than 100 enemy tanks."

A devil secretary briefly reported the battle report on the front.

The combined naval and air attack, including two battleships, one heavy cruiser, and three destroyers, lost contact with the Nishimura fleet-—— and the collective loss of warships on the battlefield was equivalent to the total annihilation.

Fumiro Konoe felt dizzy.

The loss of contact with the Nishimura fleet means that the enemy has the ability to defeat the Imperial Combined Fleet head-on.

How long is it until the enemy landing?

Seventeen hours only.

The enemy has deployed more than 100 tanks, which shows that the enemy has an extremely large island delivery capability, whether it is some kind of inexplicable material delivery capability mentioned in the intelligence, or a large number of landing ships and transports.

It all means one thing.

The empire is in big trouble.

The enemy can occupy the islands one by one, completely encircle the empire, and completely cut off the external access of the empire, and then the empire can only watch in despair.

Wait for death.

Taking a deep breath, Konoe Fumiro suppressed the despair in his heart, he turned out a huge world map, and the whole person lay on it, staring at the entire East Asian periphery, like a gambler with red eyes on a loss, and began to look for the final way to turn the tables.