xymnovel Chapter 128 Horizontal Bombing Torpedoes That Can Circle : Strangling the British Navy in the Persia
Chapter 128 Horizontal Bombing Torpedoes That Can Circle : Strangling the British Navy in the Persia
Chapter 128 Horizontal Bombing Torpedoes That Can Circle (FFF): Strangling the British Navy in the Persian Gulf
Today's speech and banquet gave the generals from various countries a preliminary understanding of each other, and the exchange went very well.
They chatted happily, while others glared and swore.
For example, Rommel and Montgomery, Model and Zhukov, Hausser and De Gaulle.
The Japanese are very low-key, they don't offend anyone, and they sneakily watch the show from the sidelines.
Germany takes on multiple opponents in a verbal battle.
Various arguments and battlefield simulations ensued; the entire afternoon was filled with bickering.
Whenever the argument got heated, the U.S. War Department would step in to smooth things over, and the atmosphere would remain harmonious.
As I walked out of the banquet hall in the afternoon, the Rose Garden, a place where future presidents often held press conferences, was already filled with reporters from major media outlets.
There were reports from The Washington Post, NBC radio, the German newspaper Observer, and the Japanese newspaper Asahi Shimbun.
The moment the delegations from various countries stepped out, all the media outlets were taking pictures.
The dazzling array of military uniforms became a striking sight for a moment.
Sean stood at the back of the group, looking at the rose garden, which was now very simple.
But the atmosphere at the scene was still quite good.
The German military uniforms were designed with the help of the young artist, especially the Metz dress.
The main focus is on luxury and sophistication.
The German delegation also became the subject of photographs by major media outlets.
"Mr. Sean, what are your thoughts on the war in the Middle East?"
"Mr. Sean, what is the topic of your speech this time? Is it really about new tactics for the armies of various countries?"
"Mr. Sean, there are reports from the White House that they will be inviting you to become a presidential advisor. Is that true?"
My God, the American businessmen following Sean were stunned.
Wasn't this kid invited to be an army advisor? How did he become a presidential advisor?
Henry Ford had heard the news that Hopkins had arranged for Sean to acquire Pratt & Whitney, and he was now very pleased with himself for his good judgment and for making such a good friend.
Presidential advisor?
Are you talking about me?
Sean was stunned. He looked at the reporter in front of him, finding it somewhat exaggerated, and his face was full of surprise. "Sorry, I didn't even know that myself. Where did you hear that from?"
"The White House has sources saying that President Roosevelt signed an executive order today approving the creation of two new agencies, the CIA and the Central Intelligence Agency."
Yes, this is my own suggestion. During World War II, the United States only had the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), which was disbanded after the war and its functions were replaced by the CIA. Now, we can achieve the same result in one step.
"What other unit is there?"
Signals Intelligence Service Office.
"SIS?"
The reporter nodded.
Sean knew that this Signals Intelligence Service office would later become the NSA (National Security Agency).
The United States does not lack intelligence agencies.
The Navy has an Office of Intelligence (ONI).
The Army has an intelligence agency called G-2.
However, their functions cannot be compared with those of the CIA.
"Mr. Sean, have you accepted the invitation? There's also a rumor that you might become the first director of the CIA."
What nonsense! I've never heard of that.
Sean was still wondering if there really were such rumors circulating in the White House.
He was just about to answer the reporter's question.
Marshall stepped forward from behind and said, "Dear reporters, Sean Wayne is currently an ordinary citizen, and the White House has not made any explicit invitation."
Is that so?
Many reporters looked disappointed, as they had missed out on a major story.
"However, this time Sean spoke to the countries at the exchange meeting about asymmetric warfare and proposed a new war strategy: surgical precision strikes."
Furthermore, the concept of guided weapons was proposed.
I believe this will promote global military development and may even point the way forward.
My God, is Sean Wayne pushing for the development of military weapons again?
This is not something an expert should do.
Other people's experts study history, battles, and tactics.
You're researching the future?
Sure enough, things always become extraordinary whenever someone gets involved with Sean.
All the reporters, their necks flushed, were frantically taking notes in their notebooks, afraid of missing a single keyword.
"General Marshall, do you mean the White House didn't extend an invitation, but didn't deny having the intention?"
The reporter quickly seized on the loophole in the Army Chief of Staff's words.
Marshall, true to his word, simply smiled and said, "I don't know."
Sean kept laughing. I don't know, that's definitely the best official statement.
"If there are no further questions, we have other matters to attend to. Sean, come with us to the Ministry of War."
With the escort of the war department generals, Sean finally got rid of the clingy reporters, but Eiichiro was not so lucky.
After all, the Japanese expert, who had been repeatedly defeated by Sean, had become a darling of reporters.
"Mr. Eiichiro Volcano, you were wrong to predict that Tehran would be taken in two hours. The armored formations and steel torrents were routed by Iran."
"What are your thoughts now?"
You bastards.
As an expert who strives for excellence, Eiichiro Volcano was naturally not intimidated. As for his thick skin, it was bulletproof. "It's like this, the Northern Slavs' offensive is still going on. Their forces exceed 20, twice that of Iran."
With the impending landing of British and Indian troops, Iran faces a desperate situation.
The reporter nodded as he took notes. The line of reasoning was correct; it didn't emphasize the overwhelming force of the enemy, but rather the superiority of manpower and the assistance of the allies.
So what do you think?
"Iran only has small gunboats, while the British Indian Ocean Fleet has aircraft carriers, cruisers, battleships, and all kinds of ships. I can't understand how they won the victory."
"Could those Iranians wearing straw sandals really sink an aircraft carrier?"
"So, does that mean they'll win easily if Britain joins?"
The reporter once again focused on this expert who had suffered repeated defeats.
"Yes, Britain launched an attack from the sea, and with the support of the air force, victory was achieved in the blink of an eye."
That's right, and that's how it has been historically.
Eiichiro remained confident; as a professor at the Japanese Army University, he was a professional.
December 1940, 9.
The British Navy will easily defeat Iran, and the war will end.
Signed as Eiichiro Volcano.
This report caused a strong reaction in the United States and Europe.
"Look, it's Eiichiro Volcano's commentary again. He says the British fleet has launched an attack, and Iran's doom is coming."
"Eiichiro? Is that the Japanese expert who became a god in two hours and whose steel torrent was invincible?"
"Yes, that's him."
"I know, I love reading this guy's comments."
"I love watching it too. Sean Wayne is always wrong, which is not interesting at all. I just love watching him because he is always wrong. Most people can't do that."
"Haha, don't say that. This time we might be right. After all, the British Royal Navy is still very powerful. What kind of navy does Iran have? Only gunboats."
"Looks like he's finally going to get it right this time."
"No way, he said Iran's doomsday, which contradicts Sean's statement."
"It seems so. Could he be wrong again?"
"How could that be? The British Royal Navy is the best in the world."
Such discussions are common in Europe.
Eiichiro rose to fame overnight, entirely thanks to the support of his colleague Sean Wayne.
Churchill also saw the news in the media; Britain also had a delegation this time.
Upon seeing Eiichiro's comment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You don't really believe it, do you?" Vice Admiral Ramsay stared at Churchill's face.
Setting down his newspaper, Churchill's expression softened considerably. "What do you mean?"
"Sean Wayne, who is always right, and Eiichiro, who is always wrong, are like two sides of the same coin now. Some people even call Eiichiro the other side of Sean."
Hahahaha.
Churchill laughed heartily, put his pipe in his mouth, and gently lit it. "I never believe in mystical forces, because I believe in the strength of the British Royal Navy."
"That's good."
"Order the fleet to conduct a landing operation. Iran's strategic location is too important. It is not only the center of the Middle East, but also the only land route connecting Britain to the Soviet Union. If the North can join us in fighting against Germany, we will need this route to ensure the transportation of supplies."
"We also have the Arctic route." Ramsey knew that through this cooperation, Churchill had made up his mind to bring the North into the camp.
"The Arctic route cannot support a large and stable transport of supplies, after all, German submarines are lurking in the vicinity."
9 PM on September 22, 1940.
A fleet has appeared in the Persian Gulf.
The British Royal Navy's light aircraft carrier HMS Hermes peeked out from the sea, accompanied by two British merchant ships carrying soldiers from the British Indian 7th Division.
The 10th Division was practically defunct, and Britain sent new troops, this time an entire infantry division.
Accompanying them were the Eastern Fleet's destroyers Paladin and Napier. The new fast battleship Elizabeth, which had been sunk by Italy in Alexandria, could only be sent out as the old R-class battleship Sovereign.
The Australian Navy destroyer HMS Vampire and the light cruiser HMS Enterprise.
Gunboats HMS Chauhan and HMS Yara, and auxiliary light cruiser HMS Kanimbra.
The massive fleet easily sailed into the Strait of Hormuz and approached the southern Iranian port of Abbas.
Besides being the largest port, this area is also near the Az Aircraft Assembly Plant, the Dushantape Air Base (Iran's largest air force base), and the Kermanshah oil field.
The British Royal Navy aims to cripple Iran's air power and cut off oil trade with Germany.
As they approached the port, the two sister ships, the Tiger and the Leopard, the largest gunboats in the Iranian Navy, immediately spotted the British and sounded their sirens.
A tremendous whistle echoed over the port of Abbas.
Upon receiving the distress telegram, the German air force squadron at Ahvaz Air Base immediately took off.
The Iranian Air Force at Dusan Air Base responded immediately.
Fifteen brand-new American Curtiss Hawk fighter jets quickly took off.
The claim that the Iranian Air Force has more than 400 aircraft is not just empty talk; in the Middle East, they are far more powerful than the countries around them.
Upon seeing the Tiger's horn sound, they assumed a warning stance.
The gunboats HMS Yara and HMS Shawhan immediately opened fire.
Several Swordfish torpedo bombers from the HMS Hermes immediately took off.
Several gunboats were engaged in a fierce battle on the sea, with cannonballs landing around the ships and splashing up huge sprays of water.
The torpedo bomber flew close to the sea towards the two Iranian ships.
With a splash, the torpedo rapidly advanced underwater.
Lacking air support, the Iranians immediately cried out, "We need an air force; our navy is powerless to fight back."
They were powerless to stop the torpedo that was so close at hand.
They jumped into the sea in a frenzy.
With several loud bangs, two Iranian gunboats were engulfed in flames.
"Damn the British."
Iranian sailors could only curse as they looked at the massive fleet in the distance. They had only ever had gunboats all their lives, and decades later, they were still the same. Faced with the threat of the fleet, all they could do was raise their middle finger.
With a roar in the sky, 15 American Hawk fighter jets appeared on the horizon.
The British Swordfish torpedo bombers were immediately thrown into a panic.
They were still old-fashioned biplanes. Although HMS Hermes was the world's first purebred aircraft carrier, it was still an old-fashioned one, with only 814 Squadron and 12 Swordfish aircraft on board.
At this moment, 15 Hawks are equivalent to American P-36s.
Anyone who isn't completely stupid can understand the difference in strength between the two sides.
"Damn Americans, they actually sold such good planes to Iran."
"Quickly, get back to the airspace above the fleet and use the anti-aircraft guns for cover, otherwise we can't win."
The five swordfish immediately turned around and flew back.
"Haha, they're scared!" the Iranian sailor shouted excitedly while soaking in the water.
The captain of HMS Hermes was also helpless. HMS Elizabeth, the best fast battleship in the Indian Ocean Fleet, had been sunk by Italy, and HMS Formidable and HMS Helms aircraft carriers were damaged.
With only one aircraft carrier left in the entire Indian Ocean fleet, HMS Indomitable, the escort mission had to be left to us.
Who would have thought that the US, that bastard, would betray its allies?
On his first escort mission, he encountered a tough opponent.
Fifteen Hawks went berserk, charging towards the heart of the fleet while their anti-aircraft guns were mounted below.
The machine guns opened fire, chasing after the swordfish.
Bang! Bang! Whoosh! Bullets flew past the biplane, splashing water across the sea.
The three Swordfish were too slow to move and were instantly pierced by machine gun fire, plummeting towards the sea in plumes of black smoke.
boom!
A Hawker was hit by the Australian destroyer HMAS Vampire below.
"Kill them."
The Royal Navy cheered excitedly, as these P36s lacked the capability to engage other ships, giving the British a glimmer of hope for victory.
"Shoot them down with anti-aircraft guns."
"Look, they have another plane."
The sailors of the Combined Fleet immediately spotted another group of planes approaching from the horizon.
"They were German bombers."
"They don't look like dive bombers."
is it?
The Rear Admiral captain of the Hermes did not see the enemy diving; instead, it flew horizontally towards them.
"No dive bombers, just a level bombing fleet? Have these Germans gone mad?"
"Haha, maybe they think that as long as they have enough bombs, they can defeat us."
"Order all fleet anti-aircraft guns to aim at German bombers."
But what happened next shocked the entire Combined Fleet's navy.
"What are these Germans doing?"
"They're airdropping."
"Are those bombs? Why are there parachutes?"
"Perhaps they airdropped swimming rings to help their Iranian friends."
"Ha ha."
Many sailors laughed, saying, "These Germans are out of their minds."
The British Navy continued to laugh as torpedoes hit the water one by one.
"They were originally dropping torpedoes. What's the difference between randomly dropping torpedoes like this and horizontal bombing? Did they think they could hit us? Maybe the torpedoes were even going in the wrong direction."
"The Germans have really lost their minds."
But less than five minutes after he finished speaking, all the Royal Navy sailors made a strange discovery.
"My God, those torpedoes are so strange, they're following a zigzag path."
"No way?"
If you can't hit it in a straight line, what about hitting it by twisting and turning?
A whole bunch of sailors' chrysanthemums were all shrunk; you know what, it's really possible they might bump into each other.
"Quickly, adjust the course!"
As German bombers approached.
Numerous parachutes landed near the fleet from the sky.
Even a single one at a distance of less than 100 meters.
Then something even stranger happened.
This torpedo did not travel in a straight line, but rather circled around.
It's like a mosquito coil drawing circles, and the circles keep getting bigger and bigger.
Looking around again, I saw dozens of torpedoes all drawing circles.
It was as if dozens of spreading ripples appeared around them, and the entire fleet went numb.
"General, give the order quickly! What should we do?"
The major general looked around in despair; there were only circles around him. How could he hide?
"What the hell kind of torpedo is that?"
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