The torpedo planes and bombers guarded in the center of the aircraft group had already formed a battle formation. They were also confused when they looked at the enemy fleet that suddenly scattered. The pilots did not expect the enemy to react so quickly.

"All squadrons pay attention, all squadrons pay attention..."

The voice of the crew commander came from the radio. The current situation can only be seen on the spot.

"All squadrons should pay attention to the enemy ships that fleeing back. Our Commander Zheng is already waiting for the net. The first thing the torpedo plane and bomber squadrons need to solve is the enemy ship in front of them. Pay attention, it is in front of you, and do not cross the line to avoid causing chaos. The fighter squadrons quickly go to intercept the enemy transport ships rushing towards the coast. After receiving it, each squadron freely allocates the targets in front of you and attack..."

The fighter plane received the order instantly pulled up its fuselage and turned to the transport ship that was racing towards the coast.

Seeing the fighter planes rushing towards the transport fleet like locusts, the soldiers on the ship were in a panic in an instant. They had already discovered the abnormality and all boarded the deck, but before they knew what was going on, the machine guns on the fighter plane came frantically.

"Dadada..."

Each fighter jet brought a series of blood, and all the soldiers in the straight line died instantly, and they died terrible. The fighter jets were all large-caliber aviation machine guns, and it was a blessing that they did not break into pieces when they hit the human body.

The soldiers on the transport ship in the rear saw the broken shape of their companions in front, some jumped into the sea, some cursed, and even more were picking up the rifle in their hands and firing into the sky wildly. There were no special anti-aircraft weapons. It was simply a dream to kill the fighter with the flintlock rifle. It could only let the enemy vent their fear, but it could not change the slightest result. The bee-like fighter jets raged by, dyeing the decks of most transport ships red. A few lucky ones did not suffer any damage, the rest of the ships were baptized by large-caliber machine guns without exception.

But they did not dare to stay. The machine gun could only drill many small holes on the deck and could not sink the transport ship. All the drivers had the same belief that they could save their lives by going ashore and running into the forest.

Above the ironclad ship, each squadron had assigned its targets, lowered its fuselage vigorously and rushed towards the target. After only about 500 meters away from the enemy ship, the pilot threw down the torpedo suspended at the bottom of the fuselage, then pulled the fuselage up and flew backward in an instant. The torpedo, like an arrow from the string, hit the side of the hull with a fierce shout of fear.

"boom……"

Explosions came one after another, and the warships closest to the group of aircraft did not escape being hit. For enemies without air defense weapons, the attack action seemed to be as easy as usual training.

Including bombers and dive bombers that throw bombs at enemy ships, although their hit rate is not high, they have performed extremely well today compared to their level during training.

The sea was covered with wreckage of enemy ships, and the fire was burning slowly. The bad luck was blown directly to pieces by the bomber bomb.

The blood stained the vast sea surface red. The sharks were already coming in groups with the smell of blood. In addition to the floating corpses, the soldiers who were lucky enough to save their lives looked at the dorsal fins that appeared invisibly in front of them, and shouted help in despair.

But at this time, who could save whom, he was lucky enough to live a little longer than his companions. Although his death was rather miserable, several giant sharks quickly swallowed him completely.

Wave after wave of aircraft groups continued to launch attacks. No matter how enemy ships escaped, they could never leave the sight of the fighter planes soaring in the sky.

The enemy ships were rapidly decreasing, and only the transport ships with a huge number were still trying to approach the coast, no matter how many fighter planes were attacking them above their heads, no matter how many soldiers were torn to pieces by air machine guns.

The commander of the fleet was already a little anxious. If the enemy on the transport ship was allowed to board the island, it would definitely cause great trouble to the Marine Corps officers and soldiers. Although the opponent had no chance of victory, this was also a trouble, right?

"Please pay attention to all units to solve enemy warships as soon as possible, and to help fighters attack enemy transport ships after the mission is completed."

Under the command of the commander, the attack of the aircraft group became even more crazy. They threw bombs at the enemy ship as much as possible. After completely solving the target, they attacked the next target, and repeatedly carried out attack missions.

The aircraft that had already thrown away the torpedoes and bombs returned to the aircraft carrier fleet on their own. If necessary, they would return to participate in the attack after replenishing ammunition.

The flagship commanded by Roronoa avoided one torpedo or bomb in the S-shaped shape. There were no known how many transport ships had already sunk on the road, causing their front deck to be seriously deformed.

A charred cruiser, burning in front of the left, had lost power, was approaching the flag according to inertia, just blocking his way forward.

"Boom..." The collision happened again, and the deck had already made an overwhelming squeak, but Roronoa had no time to consider this issue because another torpedo aircraft was targeting them.

"Quick, break this damn cruiser. I remember his commander was the excellent Monsa during the training, right? Damn boy, if I had the chance to go back alive, I would never let you go. The battleship you commanded blocked the great Commander Roronoa's way home."

Except for the soldiers around the commander who also obeyed his orders, the other warships now have no time to listen to his orders, and they have to cause trouble for others. Whether they can go back alive is a question. Judging from the reality, the great Commander Roronoa cannot go back.

The torpedo aircraft was aiming at the flagship. The huge torpedo at the bottom of its fuselage seemed to be emitting black light. Perhaps the nervous commander had hallucinations, but he did think so. Even if he died under this torpedo, the torpedo that could make the great Commander Roronoa lose his life would be so unique. He watched the torpedo drop the torpedo and shake it away. The torpedo quickly approached the hull with a thick white tail. The commander, who opened his mouth, nervously forgot to scream and scold, and forgot the habitual screams of ordinary people, staring at it with wide eyes as it headed straight for the hull.

"boom……"
Chapter completed!