Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

"Report, Italy has replied that they are also under the command of the Germans. In addition, the German Navy will join us in attacking the British fleet." The communications staff hurried over and soon came to report with a telegram. The serious and urgent voice rang out in the command room, making everyone's expression instantly become solemn.

"What? The German fleet will attack with us?" Now it was Admiral Darlan's turn to be shocked. He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and he was very confused. Why did the Germans suddenly get involved?

And he particularly wanted to know when the Germans arrived in the Mediterranean.

You know, the Strait of Gibraltar is heavily defended by the British army. How did they pass through it quietly?

Are the British fools that they allowed the German army to enter the Mediterranean smoothly?

However, the situation was so urgent that he had no time to ask about the reasons. He could only suppress the many questions in his mind and loudly ordered the fleet to advance at full speed, thinking of rushing to Oran Port for support first, and exploring other things later.

At this time in the port of Oran, the French fleet had made final preparations. Every soldier had a serious expression, with determination and resoluteness in his eyes. As long as the British soldiers dared to open fire first, they would fight back without hesitation, even at the cost of their lives, to defend the dignity and honor of France.

"These arrogant French people." On the British warship, the operations staff officer said angrily, his words full of disdain and dissatisfaction towards the French. In his opinion, the French attitude of refusing to surrender was too arrogant, and they did not take the British army seriously at all.

"It seems that the French are not ready to surrender. Prepare to open fire and send them to hell." Admiral Kananning's tone was cold, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. He issued such a cruel order without hesitation.

In his mind, since the French refused to accept his toast, then don't blame the British army for being rude. They must use force to make them surrender.

The British fleet, having received the order, quickly entered a state of combat readiness. The soldiers skillfully loaded the shells into the gun barrels, while the officers stood on the command platform with serious expressions, observing the enemy's movements while waving their arms and giving commands with their hands. The entire fleet was like a bow with a full string, ready to launch a fierce attack on the French fleet at the command.

"Fire." Following Admiral Cannen's order, the British warships opened fire first. In an instant, the cannons roared, and the fierce artillery fire was like angry fire dragons, roaring towards the French fleet and directly hitting the Provence.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the hull of the Provence shook violently, and flames and thick smoke instantly emerged from the hit part.

"Bastards, fight back." The captain of the Provence was furious, and his angry roar almost drowned out the sound of artillery fire around him. His eyes were red, and his face was full of anger and unwillingness. He immediately ordered his subordinates to fight back.

As a result, the French fleet did not show any weakness and fired back. For a while, the sea was filled with the sound of artillery fire. The two sides fought back and forth, and the battle was so evenly matched that neither side could gain the upper hand at once.

In this fierce exchange of fire, an unlucky British destroyer was directly hit by the French armor-piercing shells. The destroyer's armor was relatively thin, so it could not withstand the power of the armor-piercing shells and was instantly penetrated. The surging sea water suddenly poured into the cabin, and the hull began to sink rapidly. The British soldiers on the ship suddenly fell into a panic, shouting and calling for help one after another.

The Provence was also hit by two armor-piercing shells in a short period of time. The situation was also not optimistic. One of the main guns was destroyed. The originally powerful main gun has now become a pile of scrap metal. The firepower of the ship has also been greatly affected, and the combat effectiveness has been reduced. However, even so, the French soldiers have no intention of retreating and are still stubbornly resisting the British attack.

"Damn it, I promise, if I can survive, I will make sure to avenge the British soldiers." The captain of the Provence said with tears in his eyes and gritted teeth. He looked at the destroyed main guns and the subordinates who were injured or even sacrificed in the battle. He felt so sad and angry in his heart, and secretly swore that as long as he could survive this disaster, he would seek revenge on the British army in the future.

"Captain, the deputy captain was killed in battle." The operations staff came to report the bad news with a sad face. The heavy voice seemed to add a bit of sad atmosphere to this tense and tragic battlefield.

"Bastard, carry the deputy captain here, I want to take him home." After hearing the news, the captain's eyes filled with tears and his hands clenched into fists. The mixed emotions of anger and sadness made his body tremble slightly. He could not leave the deputy captain on this cold battlefield no matter what, he must take him back home.

"Fight back and beat these damn British soldiers." The captain roared again, his voice full of indignation towards the British army. He wanted his subordinates to continue to fight back bravely and never let the British army succeed easily.

Admiral Jeansur, who was commanding the ship from the rear, was heartbroken when he saw the heavy losses suffered by the Provence. He covered his chest and said with a sad face, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so indecisive, we wouldn't have been ambushed by the British fleet. It's all my fault."

He was filled with self-blame, thinking that if he had made a decisive decision earlier, perhaps the fleet would not have been in such a passive situation. Now, seeing the warships damaged and the soldiers sacrificed, he felt extremely sad.

"Commander, please order the entire fleet to charge forward and fight the British." The chief of staff could not bear to watch it anymore and shouted excitedly. He felt that it was a critical moment of life and death. Instead of passively taking the beating, it would be better for everyone to rush forward and fight the British to the death. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

"This is our only chance. Rush forward, shorten the distance between the two sides and increase the hit rate. Only by giving it a try can we have a chance." The chief of staff continued to persuade anxiously. There was a determination in his eyes, and he wished he could rush forward and fight the British army right now.

But Ransur shook his head and stopped the chief of staff's suggestion. He said helplessly and bitterly: "You forgot that the British soldiers have laid a large number of mines outside the port. Rushing out is tantamount to suicide."

He knew very well that although the situation was critical, if he rashly sent the entire fleet forward, it would most likely be blown to pieces by mines before he could even compete with the British army. At that time, the entire army would be wiped out. So even though he knew the situation was not good, he could only endure it and think of other ways to deal with it.

"But, hiding in the port is suicide. We are the great French Navy. We would rather die on the charge than hide in the harbor." The Chief of Staff shouted excitedly with red eyes and tears in his eyes. He really couldn't stand this passive situation. In his heart, the French Navy has always been supremely glorious. Even in the face of desperate situations, they should bravely rush out and fight the enemy to the death, instead of being trapped in the port and waiting to die like now.

"Commander, should we ask the Germans for help and ask them to send their air force to support us?" The operations staff suddenly had an idea and hurriedly suggested.

He thought that now that their situation was so difficult, and since the German army had also participated in the operation against the British army, perhaps by asking them for help, he could use the power of the German Air Force to reverse the current extremely unfavorable situation.

"Germans? There's no way they'll come to help us." Admiral Jean Soul shook his head without hesitation and refused in a cold tone. He knew very well that although he hated the British at the moment, the Germans were by no means trustworthy allies.

There are already many grievances and entanglements between France and Germany. Unless the Germans really appear in front of him at this time and show enough sincerity and practical assistance, he may agree to cooperate with the Germans. Otherwise, asking the Germans for help would be futile.

At this moment, the Provence also reached a critical moment of life and death. It was hit by eight armor-piercing shells in succession. The hull was riddled with holes, and there were raging fires everywhere. The billowing smoke almost covered the entire warship. The situation was extremely critical.

"Captain, the gap cannot be blocked. A large amount of seawater is flowing back. The Provence will sink in half an hour at most." The communications staff came running to report the bad news with an anxious look on his face. The heavy words made the captain's heart sink suddenly, as if being pressed by a huge stone, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at the officers and soldiers who were still fighting bravely outside, the captain gritted his teeth and made a decision that made him feel sad: "Rush to the beach at full speed and avoid being sunk to the bottom of the sea by running aground. In addition, let the Dunk lead the way."

He thought that although running aground was a helpless move, at least it would prevent the warship from sinking directly into the sea, and he could continue to use the remaining artillery to fire back on the beach, which was better than watching the warship being swallowed by the sea.

"These treacherous British people will avenge today sooner or later." After giving the order, the captain swore fiercely, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to turn into substance. He swore that all the humiliation and losses suffered today would be repaid double by the British in the future.

As for the British side, the power of the simultaneous firing of the four battleships of the Mediterranean Fleet was enormous. The shells poured down on the French fleet like raindrops. The Dunkirk battleship that had just taken the lead was damaged in less than ten minutes under such fierce artillery attack.

Several large holes appeared on the hull, and seawater began to slowly seep in, but the officers and soldiers on the ship still resisted tenaciously and fired back desperately.

"Orders, all ships increase their firepower and sink them as soon as possible." As Kanning watched the French fleet in the harbor continue to have its warships sunk, a hint of excitement appeared on his face. He felt that the balance of victory was already tilting towards the British side. As long as they made a little more effort, they could completely destroy the French fleet. So he couldn't wait to issue such an order, wanting to end the battle as soon as possible.

More and more French officers and soldiers fell into the water. They struggled hard in the rough sea, and their waving arms seemed to be making their final struggle against fate.

However, the merciless sea water kept rushing towards them. Many people accidentally choked on the sea water and were choked by the salty and bitter water, causing them to cough uncontrollably. Their bodies gradually lost strength, and after kicking a few times, they sank to the bottom of the sea until they were swallowed up by the endless darkness and lost any signs of life.

Floating on the surface of the sea were some damaged wooden boards, clothes, and figures that were either struggling or already dead. The scene was extremely miserable.

For a moment, the entire Oran port was like hell, with flames and thick smoke everywhere, deafening cannon fire, and shouting and screaming intertwined together, making people feel chilled.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud noise broke the chaotic and noisy atmosphere. A cruiser exploded violently. The impact force of the explosion created huge waves. The surrounding sea water seemed to be boiling. The cruiser's hull was blown into pieces, and fragments flew in all directions, some even directly hitting other nearby warships.

"The explosion over there?" Kan'an shouted loudly, his brows furrowed, his eyes eagerly looking in the direction of the explosion. He had an ominous premonition in his heart that this sudden change might cause unexpected changes in the battle situation.

"Report, the Italian fleet has been spotted." The subordinates hurried over to report, with a hint of nervousness in their voices.

Admiral Canniin was standing on the bridge of the battleship at this moment, looking in the direction pointed by his subordinates, and saw the Italian fleet approaching at high speed in the distance. The menacing appearance of the warships made his heart instantly turn cold, and he thought to himself that something was wrong, and he was afraid that he would be in trouble this time.

Originally, they thought they could easily defeat the French fleet, but unexpectedly, the Italian fleet got involved at this time, and the situation suddenly became complicated and unpredictable.

"Report, a French squadron was spotted on the left wing." Before Canniin could recover from the shock brought by the Italian fleet, the communications staff brought new news. This news was like a blockbuster bomb, which made his heart tighten again.

"Report, the main Italian fleet was spotted on the right wing." Then, another message came. Upon hearing this news, Kanan Ning's expression became even uglier. His already tense face was now even more gloomy as if water could drip out of it.

Now, with the French squadron in front and the Italian fleet behind, and the Italian main fleet on the right, the fleet seemed to be trapped in an encirclement, and the original advantage was instantly gone. How to deal with it next has become an extremely difficult problem. (End of this chapter)