Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 496: King of Paramecium

As the first fleet destroyer designed by Benzi after the Navy Holiday, the Kagero class is undoubtedly a qualified or even excellent surface ship.

Its torpedo attack capability is beyond doubt.

Two quadruple 610mm launch tubes with torpedo reloading technology make it impossible for any other competitor in the world to match it.

In terms of artillery, although the 127mm three-year type is not excellent, the six guns are definitely enough to deal with most opponents.

As long as it does not encounter any strange French, it can fight with any destroyer of the same level on the high seas.

But!

The above advantages are limited to before 1942.

In today's era when the Eighth Route Army Air Force dominates all of Asia, the Kagero class with Japanese-made special design is simply relying on the defense. Facing the little man in the sky, it does not even have the qualifications to fight back.

There is no way, who made Benzi's destroyers always follow the priority arrangement of torpedo attack, artillery battle, anti-submarine, air defense, and minesweeping.

With the Type 96 Cannons, whose explosive power and sustainability were both questionable, the Japanese could only bully Ah Chou's TBD Destroyer.

"Boom!"

With a burst of explosions that resounded through the sky, the Shiranui destroyer, which was still struggling to stop the air raid in the inner harbor, was instantly enveloped by a large orange-red fireball.

With this level of destructive power, even the A-2 Savage Squadron in the United States would be ashamed of itself.

Just looking at the damage effect, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an A-10 Warthog landing in another place.

The sudden change made the Japanese on the shore shocked and angry. With hysterical Showa-style shouting, they all cheered up and tried to make the instigator pay the price.

"Baga!"

"Where's the searchlight! Hurry up and maintain the view!"

"All gun crews, concentrate your fire! Don't let any enemy go tonight, especially the twin-engine bomber that sank the Shiranui! Fire! Fire!"

The Japanese lieutenant in charge of commanding the port's air defense circle was furious after witnessing his own destroyer being sunk by an enemy plane. Under his unified dispatch, the air defense firepower in the port's airspace has obviously undergone a qualitative change.

Nearly ten medium and small caliber artillery turned their muzzles in tacit coordination, and even a piece of not too dense black cloud of shrapnel rose on the sea surface.

If it were an ordinary pilot, he might really die on the spot.

Unfortunately, the Japanese's opponent was Fang Ziyi, the man who was best at fighting at medium and low altitudes in the Eighth Route Army Air Force.

The Mosquito, which had just completed a difficult bombing, quickly turned off the lights and extinguished the point, and then used the black paint on the fuselage and superb flying skills to conceal its whereabouts.

While accelerating and dodging, he even had the energy to fight back. The long whips of flames formed by high-explosive burning tracer bullets seemed to be mocking the enemy's weakness.

After several difficult ultra-low-altitude maneuvers, Fang Ziyi drove his Mosquito to completely get rid of the enemy and reached a safe altitude without any damage.

After leaving the black vision state, the navigator first gasped with lingering fear, and then cheered excitedly:

"Team Fang, the word ace is simply a compliment tailor-made for you! Incredible, it's really incredible that we actually killed a destroyer with such a fantastic attack method."

"Oh, what a pity, it would be great if there was a camera on the ground."

"If the entire bombing process can be recorded completely, the British will definitely bring boxes of gold to the border area or headquarters to buy the technology of the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Ziyi, who was estimating the results of the battle, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. The successful completion of this mission is due to the high-intensity training day after day.

It is not easy to hit the target with a one-ton bomb in the form of a water skip.

Strength and proficiency are indispensable.

Before dropping the bomb, the pilot must not only penetrate the sea level at an ultra-low altitude, but also calculate the speed, distance and altitude in real time.

The above process is complicated and dangerous. Any mistake in any step will lead to the failure of all previous efforts, and may even lead to the tragic end of the plane being destroyed and the death of people.

In the later period of the war, the ugly Chinese also made similar tests.

It was just that the pilot made a mistake in estimating the altitude, causing the bouncing bomb that had just been dropped to bounce back from the water surface immediately, and the entire crew finally received a box lunch.

After listening to a long piece of "rainbow fart", Fang Ziyi was obviously in a good mood. However, when he thought of his competitors active on the Eastern Front in Europe, his face became serious again.

"You have long hair but little knowledge. It's just a destroyer, which is not a great achievement. I heard that a colleague from the German Third Division even drove a Stuka to blow up an old battleship."

"Keep working hard. My goal is to be the best in the world."

"By the way, can the results of the battle be confirmed? The ship just now should be completely hopeless."

A one-ton high-explosive bomb will produce a huge shock wave and direct damage when it explodes, which can cause extremely serious damage to the hull structure.

The armor of the Kagero-class destroyer is relatively weak, and some areas are not even protected by armor, which makes its defense against explosive weapons very poor.

In other words, it is dead.

Unless the IJN can transform into the Red Navy on the spot, pull the sunken Shiranui from the shoal in time, and then repair it with red bricks, wooden boards and cement. Otherwise, there is no possibility that this thing will return to the battlefield before the end of the war.

Hearing the question from his captain, the navigator nodded without hesitation.

"I just saw with my own eyes that the bouncing bomb hit the enemy ship directly, and the camera gun on the Mosquito should have captured the scene."

"Besides, we are only the leading formation, and the destroyer is also in the core area of ​​the attack. When the bombing formation officially enters the field, it will die even if it is not completely dead."

"Okay, wait until it successfully returns to make the final confirmation!"

Just as the two were talking, the entire leading formation had successfully completed their mission.

With the efforts of each crew, the core target area was lit up by the indicator flares, and the subsequent bombardiers could even bomb by visually observing the ground.

In addition, those anti-aircraft gun positions and searchlights with higher threats were also named one by one.

Facing thousands of tons of high-explosive bombs that were about to arrive, the Japanese could only pray that they would die quickly.

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At the same time, the core area of ​​the bombing was the headquarters of the Sasebo Naval Base of the Japanese Navy.

Seeing that the window suddenly became bright, Vice Admiral Tanimoto Mataro, who was originally sleeping in his own residence, immediately jumped up from the bed and started to put on his military uniform.

Although the old Japanese had never experienced night bombing in person before, they had heard about the series of processes more or less. Everyone was a key member of the Axis, and this experience and intelligence could still be shared.

"Damn! What bad luck! Damn the Eighth Route Army Air Force, why can't they come three months later!"

"Come here! Pass my order, let the Tarumi Air Force in Kagoshima set off immediately to support, and the students of the primary training school must also take off to participate in the battle."

"Notify the 951st Naval Air Force and let them intercept enemy planes at all costs."

"Whether it is a reconnaissance plane or an old-fashioned biplane, as long as it can take off, send it all to me, and make sure to minimize the losses."

Unlike four months ago, the current Honko Navy has a preliminary understanding of the Eighth Route Army Air Force. In the mind of Mataro Tanimoto, it is a group of time bombs that will make a big splash if they don't make a sound.

Facing hundreds of strategic bombers and advanced escort fighters, it is impossible to counterattack, and how to reduce losses is the top priority.

As for why it is three months later?

That is naturally because he is about to resign and transfer to another position, and the person who will replace the commander of the naval base is his mortal enemy: Chuichi Nagumo!

After receiving the order from his lieutenant general, the major general chief of staff looked melancholy, obviously not agreeing with the decision of his superior.

The reason is simple, there are not enough searchlights, and there is no radar on the ground.

Like the night air battles on the Western Front in Europe, they are all guided by ground radar to intercept night fighters. As long as the enemy is detected, the operator can guide the fighter to counterattack.

Most of the strategic bombers that caused the loss of the British Royal Air Force died in this efficient teamwork.

However, there is no high technology in this book!

Now let the Sasebo base and the nearby air force attack, it can certainly cause some trouble to the Eighth Route Army, thereby reducing the loss of the garrison, but the list of casualties of our own naval aviation will definitely be an astronomical number.

How can a blind man fight? Do you have to rely purely on visual night air battles?

What if the two air forces are wiped out tonight, what should we do next time? Who can guarantee that the Eighth Route Army will not come again the next day?

With the idea of ​​sharing the worries of his superiors, the Chief of Staff Major General Moriwaki Jisaburo gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, risking being bullied, and suggested:

"General, in my opinion, the loss of the garrison is inevitable. It is absolutely unwise to rashly mobilize the air force in Kagoshima now."

"Why don't we just let the local air force attack and intercept at all costs. As for the surrounding air forces, let them take off and wait, and ambush the enemy on the way back."

"As long as we can shoot down some strategic bombers and make the Eighth Route Army Air Force afraid to act rashly, I believe the Military Command will not punish us too heavily. The only way out is to offset the merits and demerits."

Hearing this, Mataro Tanimoto fell into deep thought.

In the eyes of the old devils, it seems to be a good choice to put the blame on his old rival Chuichi Nagumo, and it is better to die than to die.

"Okay! We'll do as you say!"

"Give orders to Colonel Takashima Moriji of the Tarumi Air Force now, and have them set off immediately to shoot down at least ten Lancasters!" (End of this chapter)

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