Chapter 827: 827 He guessed the truth
Chapter 827827He guessed the truth
When James looked at his feet again, he was stunned by what he saw.
In the neat shipyard, parked are four Essex-class aircraft carriers with flight decks installed.
The elevators of these aircraft carriers have not yet been raised, so you can see from the sky that there are two square holes in the front and rear on each deck.
What is shocking is that there are as many as four of these flat decks lined up in a row. The momentum is really shocking.
It would be fine if you were someone who was used to seeing aircraft carriers. The problem was that James had never seen this kind of battleship before, so he didn’t even know what the thing he saw was.
"What is this..." He stared at those strange warships with their bridges deviated from the central axis with his eyes widened. He didn't know what to do for a while.
At this time, the workers who were installing various parts on the deck also heard the noisy sound of the aircraft engine. They raised their heads and saw a Type 3 trainer aircraft flying over their heads.
They squinted their eyes, not knowing what was going on, but as soon as the Type 3 trainer aircraft flew over their heads, more than a dozen Butcher fighter jets followed it in a mighty manner, attracting everyone's attention for a while.
“Hey! Where did so many Butcher fighter jets come from?” A worker looked up at the sky and asked the foreman next to him.
The foreman didn't know what happened. He put his hand on his forehead to avoid the sun and watched the Butcher fighter jets chasing the Type 3 trainer plane away: "I don't know, maybe it was a drill or something. It's not that I didn't pull it." Sound the air raid siren? Get on with it!”
In the sky, James had not yet woken up from the shock. He didn’t know what those ships were used for, and he didn’t even know if they were battleships.
There is no battleship like this. Shouldn't it be equipped with more cannons? Could it be that those two square holes on the deck are used to install giant cannons?
That is too scary. Such a big hole. If a cannon is installed, what caliber will it be? 600mm? 700mm? terrible.
While he was thinking, he wanted to turn over and take a closer look. Just as he was turning his joystick, a more terrifying idea suddenly came to his mind.
Wrong! That flat, unobstructed deck... looked so familiar to him! That's not a battleship! In other words, it is not a traditional battleship with a turret!
That flat deck just now...that's the runway! That was an airstrip he was very familiar with! These battleships are used to take off and land aircraft!
Oh My God! By the gods! **** it! That's the runway! Those **** decks are flight runways! They're taking off and landing planes over the sea... That's it! It's all over!
When he thought about this possibility, a shuddering feeling rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Tang's fighter jets are far superior to the aircraft used by other countries' air forces in terms of performance. If Tang's navy has warships that can take off and land aircraft...then what else can the navies of other countries fight?
With aircraft on Dragon Island, the navies of other countries would not dare to approach... If the Tang fleet also had aircraft cover, wouldn't it mean that the entire ocean is full of Dragon Islands?
Four battleships... can take off more than 4 aircraft at one go... Stuka, and that **** new attack aircraft... Tang is building an invincible fleet! asshole!
"Hell, I have to take this news out! This is information that must be sent out! Damn it!" He subconsciously pulled his joystick, wanting to go back and take a closer look.
But he seemed to have forgotten something... By the time he remembered that he seemed to be on the run, it was already too late.
The shells from the 20mm cannon tore into pieces the fuselage of the Type 3 trainer aircraft, rushed into the cabin from behind, shattered the windshield and shattered the instrument panel.
James felt something behind him hit him heavily. When he lowered his head, he realized that his seat had been penetrated and there was a huge blood-red hole on his chest.
He found that the glass above his head had been shattered, all the pointers on the dashboard in front of him were damaged, and there were broken glass everywhere.
The sea breeze was so cold on his face. He wanted to reach out to grab the joystick in front of him, but his arms did not respond to his thoughts.
In fact, his arms had already flown out of the cabin. The reason why he remained in the seat was entirely because part of the seat belt was still functioning.
While spitting out blood, James was accompanied by the violent shaking of the fuselage. Everything in front of him began to blur, and the darkness completely swallowed him up in the next second.
In the cockpit of the Butcher fighter jet following the Type 3 trainer fuselage, the pilot looked at the target that was already disintegrating through the sight, and still had no intention of relaxing.
He continued to press the firing trigger briefly, and rows of tracer bullets rushed towards the broken aircraft at the nose, seeming to vent something.
The wings of the plane were broken, and the landing gear was separated from the wing roots. The ignited gasoline began to burn the tail of the plane, and the next second the entire plane turned into a ball of burning flames. "The target has been shot down!" Seeing that the plane had turned into a ball of flames, the pilot in the Butcher fighter jet that was the first to open fire reported through the radio.
"Confirmed! The target has been shot down! The target has been shot down!" Higher up in the sky, the pilot of another Butcher fighter looked at the plane burning and crashing into the sea at his feet, and also reported.
“The last four fighter jets that took off are patrolling nearby! Mark the location where they crashed into the sea!” came the voice from the control tower on the radio.
“Understood!” the pilot in charge replied, and then looked at the debris floating on the sea.
In the distance, a patrol boat was already approaching, and the Dragon Flag of the Tang Dynasty hanging on the mast was shaking violently.
On the outskirts of Dragon Island, a Flying Fortress was hovering in the sky. On the sea below it was the Lions Empire cruiser responsible for picking up James.
At this moment, in the bridge of the Lines Empire cruiser, the captain looked with a pale face at the message received on the public channel sent by the communications officer.
"Martial law has been imposed in the nearby waters, and the Tang Empire is conducting exercises. Please leave the ship immediately." He handed the message in his hand to the officer of the intelligence department who was standing aside. The captain picked up the telescope to look at the hovering aircraft in the distance. Flying Fortress.
"We have been discovered, and a destroyer will arrive soon. If we still stay here, it is likely to cause a conflict." Putting down the telescope, the captain looked at the intelligence officer nervously.
This guy is the commander, or person in charge of this operation... If he doesn't agree, the cruiser will just wait here stupidly.
“Sir!” The subordinate whispered in the ear of the intelligence officer who was in a dilemma: “It’s already exceeded the time...”
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Chang'an, inside the Embassy of the Lions Empire in the Tang Dynasty, the room was already crowded with people. The furious Ambassador Lynes was walking back and forth in the remaining space in the room. His voice made everyone restless: "This What’s going on? Tell me clearly!”
"If we don't give an explanation to the Tang State, the Tang State will go to war with us! Do you know what this means? Huh?" He finally stood still and stared at the few men closest to the front.
"Sir...it may not be our action...in case it is framed..." an official reminded cautiously.
"Go and tell! Go and explain to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Tang State! If they believe you, you can take my seat!" The ambassador angrily interrupted him and scolded him sternly.
"I had already sent a telegram to the Minister of Defense when I came here... If the military takes any action, it is impossible not to notify us in advance..." The military attache also looked confused. He had just heard about what happened on Long Island.
“You!” The ambassador did not embarrass the military attache, but turned to look at one of his subordinates. This subordinate is responsible for intelligence work. He is usually just a clerk, and few people know his true identity.
The man winked, then spread his hands and said plaintively: "Sir, this official is just a clerk. He really doesn't know anything."
He really didn't know anything. There was no obligation to inform him of any actions taken by the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters. If the action is in Chang'an, he may still be able to participate. The affairs of Long Island are indeed not under his control.
The fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better, so it is normal for him not to know. However, the ambassador still refused to give up, staring at the intelligence officer hiding in the embassy, hoping to get some useful information from him. .
Being really desperate, the official finally came up with a solution: "Sir, I really have no idea here... Why don't we send a report and ask the country, His Majesty, there can always be a countermeasure for us, right? "
"Yes! Send a report to the country immediately! His Majesty definitely does not want a war! No matter who it is, he must give us an explanation." The ambassador felt that this method was still feasible, so he immediately ordered: "Quick! Go and send a report to the country quickly. Report! Let them give us a reply within thirty minutes!”
In fact, the Lions Empire has received the protest message from Tang State, and the Foreign Minister has gone completely crazy. He really doesn’t know who is causing him such a big trouble.
When the minister hurried to the palace and requested an interview with Lions I, the telegram from Chang'an arrived almost at the same time.
Lions I also looked confused. He held the message, suppressed the anger in his heart, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Give me...find the head of the intelligence department! Quick! Go! "
(End of this chapter)