500 kilometers east of Guam.

American Navy ace pilot, Major Caron, piloted his beloved, newly commissioned F8F Panda reconnaissance version, slammed on the throttle push all the way to fly back to the carrier position at top speed.

The first prototype of the F8F flew in August '44, and the second prototype in December of the same year, during the honeymoon period between China and the United States, and the two sides launched a series of military and economic cooperation.

After seeing the high-tech equipment produced by Boss Chen, naturally, Uncle Sam, who has deep pockets, also directly purchased dozens of first-generation fighters and first-generation bomb truck attack aircraft for research.

The fighter equipped by the independent regiment is an improved model based on the F8F, which is directly half a street ahead of the F8F in service.

Who said my Uncle Sam doesn't like plagiarism? Isn't this a copy, I can only go with tears in my head, how many pits I stepped on during the period, how many dollars I lost, only Eagle Sauce knows in his heart.

It's all tears.

Naturally, the F8F, a cutting-edge American naval fighter, entered service soon and was much more advanced.

At the beginning, the American Navy was arrogant, did not eat the food that came to it, did not want other people's things, insisted on its own research, and although it also placed an order, it was ready to deploy F8F fighters on escort aircraft carriers.

Of course, more for the propulsion of jet carrier-based aircraft, and the absence of demand.

After encountering technical difficulties with jet fighters on board, the U.S. Navy honestly increased the order for F8Fs and completely refurbished all carrier-based fighters with F8Fs.

After all, this thing is at a low altitude, and it really has a good chance of flipping a jet.

Of course, the ace pilot, Major Karon, was not aware of these twists and turns at the top, and he had always been very satisfied with the new fighter jet that had been newly commissioned, fast and maneuverable, and he could shoot down any fighter one-on-one.

But at this time, he was very dissatisfied, and he couldn't wait to push the throttle into the cylinder.

"I don't know what's going on?"

In the tactical channel, the wingman's voice sounded.

In order to deal with missiles, the reconnaissance planes of the US Navy are all dual-mechanism, and they are all aces with aces, highlighting an emphasis.

Major Caron didn't speak, the throttle push pushed to the end, his eyes staring into the distance, his eyes full of anxiety.

They are long-range vigilance patrols plus reconnaissance missions, so they are more than a hundred kilometers away from the fleet, and they have also seen some of those missiles that are passing at high speed, and the fleet has never been able to contact them, and now they are all worried.

What's going on?

The new F8F Panda flying at full speed was fast, and in just a few minutes, two reconnaissance versions arrived over the position of the aircraft carrier.

"This is..."

The two ace pilots were directly frightened by the scene in front of them, and Karan's plane almost lost control and crashed into the sea, thanks to his ace and rich flying experience, he pulled back at the last moment.

The view through the observation window of the fighter planes was the burning and sinking warships, some of which even had only one propeller left on the water.

Although capsized and sunk, the two could still recognize each other with certainty, these warships were all American warships, including Essex-class aircraft carriers, Iowa-class battleships, Baltimore heavy cruisers, and Fletcher-class destroyers.

You can even make out the name of the ship.

Boxer aircraft carrier,

Good guy USS Richard,

Even, the battleship New Jersey.

And next to these warships that have sunk and are about to sink are American sailors who are densely packed in the water calling for help.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

At this moment, Karon felt that behind his back, there was already a cold sweat on the top of his head, and even his hands were shaking involuntarily.

How long has it been?

The mighty Pacific Fleet was almost completely sunk.

"What are we going to do?"

The wingman, however, noticed another problem.

They flew back all the way to the end of the throttle, and the high-speed flight highlighted a high fuel consumption, plus the previous patrol for a long time, at this time the fuel tank was almost bottomed out.

It can fly for more than ten minutes at most, more than 100 kilometers.

"Damn..."

Aware of the situation, Karon cursed again.

The aircraft carriers are all sunk, or in the process of sinking, where do they stop.

"Crash landing."

Karon gritted his teeth.

"Here?!"

The wingman looked at the ships burning on the water, and the sailors who were crying for help in the half-meter-high waves, and said incredulously:

"What if the enemy comes? Captured by them..."

"And down here."

Thanks to American brutal propaganda and the use of imps as examples, American GIs were terrified of being captured, believing it to be a worse end than death.

"Or else there is a way?"

Major Karon asked rhetorically.

"I know an island."

wingman says:

"It's about a hundred and fifty kilometers from here, and we can go and give it a try."

With that, he pushed the joystick and controlled the plane in the direction he had found the island.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Major Karon followed the wingman.

Forced landing here, not to mention that there is a certain risk in the process, the forced landing may fail, and it is also possible to be captured by the enemy in Guam, and you can live on the island for a while, waiting for rescue.

The United States will not give up on any of its fighters.

·····

Shortly after the two left, nearly 100 large twin-engine seaplanes arrived here at high speed.

"Take pictures."

In the cabin of the headed plane, the commander shouted:

"Take pictures first, and take pictures of all the warships that haven't completely sunk yet, and the newspaper will use them."

With his orders, one plane after another circled in place, inscribed the sailors howling on the water, as well as the burning warships that had not yet completely sunk.

At this time, the wind and sun are beautiful, and the sky is rarely cloudless.

Several of them flew directly into the air at an altitude of several thousand meters, using large reconnaissance wide-angle cameras to bring a series of panoramic views to the battlefield.

"Fuck, take the prisoners."

Seeing that the planes were circling non-stop, they all forgot to get down to business, and the commander was so angry that he scolded.

“···· Yes"

You've taken your own favorite shots... The pilots pouted in unison, but they began to land.

"God..."

"Thank you."

"You're such nice people."

“······”

Looking at the planes that landed one after another, and the self-inflating lifebuoys that were dropped, the American GIs burst into tears and cried with joy, and many people even called out angels and God.

A hundred seaplanes could only take more than 3,000 prisoners, and at this time, there were at least 20,000 American sailors still alive on the water.

After all, one Essex-class has more than 3,000 sailors, as well as more than twenty destroyers, a dozen light cruisers, as well as two battleships, and four heavy cruisers, even if most of them are sunk along with the warships, but there are definitely quite a few left.

And how many people can be saved by a couple of submarines?

At this time, there were at least 20,000 sailors left.

Leaving a sentence, the warships were coming, and nearly a hundred seaplanes flapped their wings and took off and flew towards Guam.

During this period, many American GIs tried to force their way onto the plane, but in the face of the heavy machine guns on the plane, many people could only be honest, and some were kicked down by the American GIs who boarded the plane first.

There were also some GIs who held on to the pontoons and refused to let go, and finally performed a diving without an umbrella at a height of more than 500 meters.

Fortunately, at this time, the wind and waves were calm, the sea was warm, and the largest wave was only half a meter high, until the night of the same day, almost all the soldiers who fell into the water were rescued.

······

Meanwhile.

On a small island one hundred and fifty kilometers away from the battlefield.

Major Karon looked at his own 'Panda' with its nose smashed and the radio damaged, and then at the wingman with only a few debris left on the water, and the lonely island.

He sensed that something was wrong.

No.

It's very bad.

If he remembered correctly, it was far from the normal shipping lane, and very few ships passed through.

At present, his wingman failed to make a forced landing and died on the spot, and although he succeeded, the plane was damaged and could not send a distress telegram, and the rescue was afraid that it would take some time to arrive.

Fortunately, there was still a little fuel in the plane, food, and emergency medicine, and there were caves and trees on the island, and he even saw goats and fish around, so it was not a big problem to live for a while.

······

Europe.

Bayeux region.

"General, the 109th Division is under attack by a large number of armored forces, request for support..."

In the temporary headquarters, Barton looked at the combat map in front of him, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, his 300,000 troops have been surrounded by 400,000 German troops and their servants, and the enemy is attacking frantically, and it will take at least a day and a half for reinforcements to arrive.

It doesn't seem like the situation is critical.

The enemy has 400,000 and his own 300,000.

Although the enemy is an elite unit, the American GIs are not bad, they are all veterans who have been tempered by the front line, have rich combat experience, and have a strong will to fight.

But.

His 300,000 troops, and only 1,500 tanks, and most of them are Sherman tanks, which are still old-fashioned, only a part of the Fireflies, not a single Pershing.

The elite armoured units have gone to besiege Carentan.

And the Germans and his doglegs, there are more than 4,000 tanks, that is, for every 80 people, he has to face one tank, and even more than 2,000 new No. 5 tanks among them.

It's even more troublesome to be at home.

The Bayeux area, with its flat terrain and no rain in the past week, is very suitable for the movement of armored troops, and in a few hours, the enemy will be able to drive tank guns back and forth.

Moreover, they did not build any positions, which was tantamount to fighting the enemy in the field.

"Damn it!"

Barton slammed his fist on the table:

"Reinforcements, when will the reinforcements come?"

He roared wildly, but the staff officers around him lowered their heads in unison, and no one spoke.

Reinforcements?

are blocked.

Reinforcements arrived here, the fastest day and a half, the slowest even four or five days, the Germans were not ordinarily strong, and this time there were thousands of German planes involved in the battle.

Now they are alone.

"Damn it."

Barton gave the table another fist, and then, the American cowboy also broke out in a long-lost blood:

"Come on, follow me to the 109th Division's position..."

Support is impossible, every one of his troops has participated in the battle, and it is really impossible to draw a regiment, but the position of the 109th Division is the core, the key, and once it is broken through, the armored forces of the Germans can drive straight in.

That can be surrendered directly.

So, Patton went to war with his headquarters.

Of course.

He also had a thought in his heart, if he failed, he could surrender immediately.

That day.

Fighting was fierce throughout the Cotentin Peninsula, with millions of troops fighting on the west coast of France, and interestingly, very few French troops were involved.

In the battle of Cherbourg, France had been almost exhausted, and there were not many troops left.

There is a weak heart.

It was not until noon the next day that the fighting gradually stopped.

In the plains, a group of armored units with high combat efficiency, Patton's 300,000 troops were completely annihilated in the mobile troops, and they lacked strong fortifications, and after losing nearly half of their troops, they directly raised their hands and surrendered.

The old fox also accepted it when he saw it, and with more than 100,000 prisoners, he retreated to the east of Caen and stationed there, and even the main force returned to Paris for repairs, and transferred a large number of servant troops to fight with the Allied front line.

In this battle, the Allies eventually lost nearly 350,000 troops, and in addition to Patton's 300,000 troops, 50,000 troops were also seriously wounded and killed in the support and blockade.

The Germans also had losses.

Bayeux had an absolute advantage, losing only more than 23,000 troops to annihilate nearly 150,000 and capture 150,000, but the losses elsewhere were also close to 50,000, which was comparable to the Allied army as a whole.

Of course, most of them were servant troops, and the losses of the German elite troops were very small, including Bayo, and there were only more than 30,000 losses, but just these also made the old fox feel distressed for a long, long time.

After all, after experiencing huge losses in previous years, there are really not many elite German troops at present, and more than 30,000 people is also a large number.

After the battle, the Siegfeiler Line was plunged into a month-long lull, with only skirmishes between the two sides, and the attack was carried out by German servants.

The old fox was busy trimming the troops and training the servant army.

As for the Allies.

It fell into chaos, so much so that it was even penetrated into the hinterland by small German servant armies many times, destroying logistics and supply points, and greatly boosting the morale of the Germans.

······

"Mr. President."

At the time of the siege in Bayeux, news from Europe finally arrived at the White House.

At this time, it was already late at night, and Patton had already personally rolled up his sleeves and been on the front line for a long, long time, and a large part of the Allied forces on the Bayeux side had surrendered.

"European Emergency."

At this time, it was also night in the United States, and Mr. President was preparing to go to bed, he glanced at the secretary's panicked expression, and the sleepiness in his heart disappeared instantly, and a thick bad feeling appeared in his heart.

Something that can make his secretary panic must be a big deal.

And it's a big thing of trouble.

"What's the matter?"

Mr. President struggled to control his tone and expression.

He knew that he was not in good health and could not accept huge stimuli, although he was protected by high-priced drugs from the other side, but it was also dangerous, so he also took care of his body.

"300,000 troops in Bayeux were besieged by the Germans..."

is worthy of being the secretary of the president, although he is flustered, he still tells the story logically, and it is concise and clear.

"What's going on?"

Mr. President's right hand held the wheelchair tightly, and the green tendons were exposed.

Didn't it say that the salient that was preparing to destroy the Germans was an offensive operation, how did it turn into being surrounded and annihilated, and 300,000 troops were surrounded, and it could not be rescued, and it could be completely lost.

What happened?

At this time, a general who had just come in explained to Mr. President.

"We've been tricked."

"The Germans did not want to hold the salient from the beginning, it was just a decoy and their aim was to annihilate part of our mobile forces."

"Moreover, the intelligence is also wrong, the Germans have a very large number of tank No. 5 on the Western Front, about four and a half thousand, and we have also been deceived."

"What will happen as a result?"

Mr. President looked at the generals of the military first, who were also his military advisers.

"The 300,000 troops in the Bayo area are more than lucky, I'm afraid..."

The military adviser general did not finish.

"Got it."

Mr. President exhaled deeply, and his tone slowly became calm.

300,000 losses.

It's all American troops.

In just one battle, in a few days, the loss of such a huge number of troops, reaching 60 percent of Cherbourg, was a huge defeat.

However, for the United States, which has a total strength of more than eight figures, it is not a big problem, and since entering the war, from the Pacific to Europe, even if you count these 300,000 and the bomber troops lost, the United States has lost less than 1.5 million troops.

Excluding the captives, only 1.2 million really died, and the Bayeux area, at least half of which could be preserved, went into the German prisoner of war camp, at least better than death, and the former still had a chance to be rescued.

The damage was not severe.

Compared with Britain, France, Germany, as well as Japan, and even the other side, it can be said that the losses are very small.

"Did you take it down?"

The president asked calmly.

This combat mission was to capture Carentan and smooth the German salient.

"Take it down."

The general replied.

"Good."

Mr. President nodded in satisfaction:

"Order Eisenhower, continue..."

Before he finished speaking, at this time, another presidential secretary rushed in, along with Lao Du, that is, Vice President Truman.

At this time, the vice president's face was full of anxiety and worry.

"President."

"General Nimitz is in a hurry!"

"Electricity."

The president, the president's personal doctor, and the rest of the presidential palace were all in unison.

What happened to the Pacific Fleet, which needed an emergency power?

"Read."

The president exhaled deeply, his tone still steady.

"The Pacific Fleet is located four hundred and seventy kilometers from Guam."

The secretary's tone was trembling, but he still pronounced the words clearly and spoke quickly:

"Encountering a large-scale missile saturation attack on the opposite shore, twelve Essex-class aircraft carriers were sunk, four Baltimore-class heavy cruisers were silenced, twenty-two Fletcher-class destroyers were silenced, and sixteen Cleveland-class light cruisers were sunk."

"The battleship was left with minor injuries from the Iowa class and serious injuries from the USS Missouri."

After the secretary finished speaking, a trace of strange emotions actually appeared in his heart.

It's weird.

For a time it was indescribable.

In the past, this kind of battle report had to be reported for a long time, and it was reported one by one, but this time, it was crisp and neat, and he even had a trace of it in his heart, vaguely, and felt refreshing.

"What?"

"You say it again?"

Mr. President's eyes widened suddenly.

"The Pacific Fleet was attacked by enemy saturated missiles, and only two destroyers and two battleships survived, and the rest of the battleships were all sunk."

"It can't be!"

The military adviser yelled.

The president was gasping for breath, out of breath, his face was flushed, his eyes were round, visible to the naked eye, and even the violently beating blood vessels in his neck could be seen.

The whole body trembled like an engine.

This scene made Vice President Lao Du's heart entangled.

Don't die!

Don't die!

Although Lao Du really wants to be on the throne, he has always wished that this one would hang up, but it is definitely not now, the current United States and Europe are deflated, and the most powerful Pacific Fleet in history will be wiped out in an instant.

To be president at this time?

Isn't that uncomfortable?

After a personal doctor and nurse worked together, and after taking a few pills, Mr. President's breathing finally regained his breathing, his complexion recovered a little, and he looked less terrible.

Trembling, he took a deep breath again, and after taking a few pills handed over by his personal doctor again, the president finally managed to control his mood and his trembling body.

Lao Du suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to the Chinese for the medicine.

He even had a hint of gratitude in his heart, although his own president almost didn't get over, and he was also a ghost on the other side.

Receiving the detailed telegram from the secretary, Mr. President looked at it, and at this time, he seemed to be the giant who led America out of its predicament again, with a calm face and calm eyes.

Steady as Mount Tai.

It was calm for a long, long time, after the president read the telegram in his hand detailing the course of the battlefield over and over again.

"Go and call General Groves over."

Mr. President's tone was hoarse and weak, and Lao Du, who was a little farther away, almost didn't hear it.

The technology on the other side is beyond imagination, no, it should be almost terrifying, the mighty American fleet, the strongest fleet in the world, was destroyed without even seeing the enemy, and the enemy only launched an attack.

The gap is indescribable and unimaginable.

If you use the analogy, it is like the 1st Armored Division of the United States, driving a Pershing tank, to meet the European aristocratic armies of the Middle Ages.

At this moment, the only chance that Mr. President can think of is the Manhattan Project.

As long as there are such big bombs, then there is still room for redemption.

"Yes."

The secretary hadn't picked up the phone yet, and suddenly.

"Mr. President."

"Mr. President."

Outside, the voices of Donovan, the head of the intelligence bureau, and General Groves, the head of the Manhattan Project, were heard.

The two rushed in in a hurry, and even Groves fell, and he staggered to his feet, ignoring the rest of the presidential palace, and hurriedly handed a newspaper to President Franklin.

Everyone looked at the two of them and didn't react for a while, including the president's personal doctor.

At this moment.

Donovan and Groves did not know about the war in Europe and the Pacific, after all, it had just happened and it was still under secrecy.

And due to the high level of secrecy, the rest of the people, including Lao Du, are also unaware of the Manhattan Project.

"No..."

Suddenly, a terrible howl rang out, and a 'click' sound, and everyone suddenly looked at the president.

The voice is from the president.

Everyone saw that the president was still holding the newspaper in his hand, his face was full of horror and despair, and even the pair of knees that had been paralyzed for 24 years were straight at this time, and their height of 1.8 meters was particularly eye-catching.

Mr. President's whole body actually stood up.

And then.

In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the straight body fell straight to the ground, making a dull sound.