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

"Don't worry about the shells, just fire." Standing on the broad deck of the Bavaria-class battleship, Admiral Raeder looked high-spirited. He waved his hand and loudly ordered his subordinates.

His eyes were filled with excitement and joy, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for so long were finally released at this moment.

Once upon a time, in the long years that had passed, he would not have dared to dream of this.

At that time, the German naval power was subject to many restrictions, and it was difficult to compete with old maritime powers like the British on the ocean. Leading powerful warships and fiercely attacking important British ports like they do now was simply an unattainable luxury.

But who knew that it would actually come true now? Looking at the majestic warships in front of him and listening to the deafening roar of artillery fire, he felt like he was dreaming. If it were not for the constant explosions, the pervasive smoke and the chaotic battlefield scenes that brought him back to reality, he would never have believed that these were actually happening.

"Yes, Marshal." The subordinates behind him responded in unison, then quickly turned around and gave the communications staff an order to launch an all-out attack.

The communications staff officer did not dare to delay for even a second and immediately conveyed the order to the sailors at various combat positions on the warship through various communication equipment.

In fact, the German sailors were already extremely excited at this time.

They had been waiting for this moment for twenty years, and had accumulated too much resentment and resentment in their hearts.

The German army had suffered a lot at the hands of the British army in the past, and those humiliating pasts had been deeply engraved in their hearts. Now that they finally had a chance to take revenge, everyone's blood seemed to be boiling, and they were eager to have a big fight.

Even though they were not very familiar with the operation of the battleship and their hit rate was not very high, they could not care about these things at the moment. They thought to themselves, it doesn't matter, the British port is right in front of them, close at hand and visible at a glance. They don't care whether the shells they fired can hit the target accurately or whether the port can remain intact. As long as they can fire all the shells out, as long as the British army can feel the anger and powerful offensive of the German army, that will be enough.

This is indeed the case. No matter where the shells finally landed, whether on the dock, on the buildings in the port, or into the sea and stirred up high columns of water, at least they fell within the British port, which was enough to throw the British army into a panic.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The shells from the naval guns roared towards Port Said with great force, like the roar of an angry beast.

The shells streaked across the sky, leaving behind a trail of black tracks. Explosions followed one after another, flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the entire Port Said was instantly engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The British soldiers who were originally stationed at the port initially wanted to fight back. They ran towards the artillery positions in panic, trying to operate the artillery to fire back. However, before they reached the artillery positions, they were knocked unconscious by the powerful shock waves caused by the explosion of German artillery shells. They fell to the ground in a mess. The port suddenly became a mess and they completely lost the ability to resist.

"Bomb those warships for me, don't let them rush out of the port." Marshal Raeder stood in the command position, staring at the panicked British warships in the port, with a fierce look in his eyes, and shouted loudly.

He was not too interested in occupying the Port of Said at the moment. In his heart, the most important thing now was revenge. He wanted to vent all the grievances and unwillingness accumulated over the past twenty years through this hearty battle.

He planned to completely destroy Port Sayd first, making the British army pay a heavy price here, and then take advantage of the victory to attack Port Alexandria and deal a series of heavy blows to the British army, so that they would also have a good taste of being suppressed and attacked.

After receiving this clear order from Marshal Raeder, the German sailors and soldiers let go and began bombing without reservation.

They kept loading shells, adjusting the angles of their guns, and then fired frantically at the British warships and various military facilities in the port. The warships were like mobile turrets, constantly spewing flames. Shells whizzed out and exploded in the port, setting off bursts of flames and thick smoke. The entire Port Said was shrouded in the smoke of war.

"God, why are there so many battleships?" In Said Harbor, a British major stared with wide eyes and looked at the menacing battleships in the distance with horror. He kept muttering to himself, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly with fear.

He never thought that the German army could produce so many battleships at once and that they would appear here. This was completely beyond his expectations.

"Could it be that the German army built it secretly?" He was full of doubts. Although the German army's power at sea was not to be underestimated, they had never been seen with so many battleships. Could it be that they were building them secretly and hiding it from everyone, just waiting to take them out suddenly at this moment to catch them off guard?

"Where did they build so many warships?" But all around were the exploding shells and chaotic scenes.

He really couldn't figure out where and how the German army built so many warships.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a Bavaria-class battleship, right? Didn't it sink?" He frowned and carefully observed the appearance of those battleships. The more he looked, the more familiar they seemed to him, and the more terrified he felt.

In his memory, the Bavaria-class battleships had sunk long ago. How come they appeared again now, and there were so many of them? It was really weird.

"No, this is a 406mm naval gun. Damn it, this is a modified battleship." He suddenly seemed to have discovered something key, and his face became even uglier.

The huge caliber of the naval guns meant that the firepower of these battleships was extremely fierce and the destructive power was huge. It was beyond his expectation that the German army had modified the battleships so much.

"Wait, when did the German army develop the 406mm naval gun?" He muttered to himself, his heart full of shock and confusion.

In his opinion, the German army had never heard of such a powerful naval gun before. It must have been a long period of research and secret manufacturing, but they didn't receive any news at all, which made him feel a chill on his back. At this moment, the British army seemed particularly passive under this powerful offensive, and he didn't know what to do. The British soldiers on the side had no time to pay attention to the major's muttering. They were all frightened by the doomsday scene in front of them, and they were only thinking about how to save their lives.

They knew clearly that there seemed to be only two options before them. Either they chose to retreat quickly, running desperately to escape from this extremely dangerous place before the German artillery fire completely blocked their retreat route; or they fought to the death, using the remaining coastal defense artillery to concentrate their firepower to block the German army's fierce offensive, and maybe they could still have a glimmer of hope.

But judging from the current situation, this hope is really slim.

Because there were so many German battleships, one after another, densely lined up on the sea outside the port. The naval guns kept spitting out flames, and the shells poured towards the port like raindrops.

Moreover, many coastal defense guns had been destroyed when the German army first launched the attack. Those coastal defense guns were originally an important support for the port's defense, but now they were in pieces. Some were blown into a pile of scrap metal, and some simply misfired and could not play their due role at all.

As for the British warships in the port, it was even more terrible. Before they could light the boilers, start the warships and prepare to go out to sea to meet the enemy, they were hit by German artillery shells and destroyed in an instant.

One warship after another was blown to pieces in the flames, and some began to sink directly. Sailors fell into the water one after another, struggling in the sea full of oil and debris. Shouts and cries for help were intertwined, and the scene was in chaos.

For a moment, the entire port was filled with wailing sounds, which were full of pain, despair and fear. It was like a sad piece of music, echoing over this war-torn port.

"Sir, we can't hold Sai De Port anymore." A British sergeant looked at the helpless situation and could not help but remind anxiously. He knew very well that if this continued, everyone would be buried here.

At this time, the British army was still determined to fight to the end. After all, they had all undergone rigorous training and had a sense of honor and mission as soldiers. However, facing so many German battleships and such fierce firepower attacks, they really had no power to fight back. They were like a group of lambs to be slaughtered and could only passively take the beating.

The main reason was that the German attack caught them off guard this time. There was no sign at all, and they had not received any intelligence before that the German fleet would attack on such a large scale.

Normally, according to the rules of naval warfare, no fleet would take the initiative to provoke a port guarded by coastal defense artillery. That would be courting death. However, this time the German army broke the convention and caught the British army off guard, leaving them in such a desperate situation. They could only watch Port Sayde fall step by step, but they were powerless to do anything.

"Let's retreat." The British major looked at the port surrounded by raging fire, his eyes full of helplessness and despair. He knew very well that in the current situation, Sai De Port could not be defended no matter what. If they continued to hold on, they would only sacrifice their lives in vain. So he gritted his teeth and had to evacuate with his subordinates.

"Yes." The subordinates responded hastily after hearing the order, and then began to pack up their things, helped their injured companions, and ran in a panic towards the rear of the port, which was a relatively safe direction.

On the sea, Admiral Raeder stood on the command deck of the battleship, his eyes fixed on the port engulfed by fire, a look of satisfaction and revenge flashing across his face.

Seeing the British port that was once so high and mighty now in such a miserable and blazing state, he felt so happy. After all, the feeling of revenge was so satisfying. All the grievances and resentment accumulated over the past twenty years seemed to have been burned away along with the raging fire in the port.

At this moment, he even felt that the number of warships was a little too few. If there were more, the port could be blown to pieces, causing the British army to suffer greater losses, which would be better.

He was immersed in the satisfaction of revenge, and was thinking about how to continue to expand the results of the victory.

"Marshal, is the next stop to attack Alexandria?" the subordinate asked respectfully, with an irrepressible excitement in his tone.

It can be seen from his face that the other party is also immersed in the joy of revenge, thinking that it would be even more satisfying if they could press on with the victory and launch a fierce attack on another important British port, Alexandria. After all, this opportunity is rare. It is not easy for the German army to have such a powerful naval force and be able to hold their heads high. Naturally, they all look forward to fighting a few more such exciting battles.

It can be said that at this moment all the German sailors participating in the battle were extremely excited, and everyone's face was filled with excitement. While controlling the warships, they were also enthusiastically discussing the next actions, as if they had already seen the scene of Alexandria Port becoming a ruin under their artillery fire.

"Well, the target is Alexandria, and we must completely destroy the British ports in the Mediterranean." Marshal Raeder thought for a moment and felt that the current situation was very favorable for the German army and that they could continue to advance. He waved his hand and gave the order in a firm tone.

"But before that, we need to contact the Italian and French navies." Marshal Raeder frowned slightly, with a hint of caution in his eyes, and hurriedly stopped his subordinates who were about to execute the order.

He knew very well that the next port to be attacked, Alexandria, would not be so easy to deal with, and he had to make thorough preparations.

"Contact them?" Upon hearing this, the subordinate was obviously surprised. He stopped involuntarily, turned around, and asked in confusion. In his opinion, the German fleet had just fought a great battle in Port Said and was in full swing. Moreover, the previous attack on Port Said did not rely on the Italian and French navies. Why did they suddenly ask to contact them when they were going to attack Alexandria? This made him a little confused.

"That's right. Alexandria Port is not Port Said. The defense there must be strict. It is not enough for us alone. We must call on them." Marshal Raeder explained seriously.

He knew very well that Alexandria was an extremely important strategic stronghold for the British army in the Mediterranean, and its defense system was quite complete. Not only did it have many sturdy coastal defense guns, but there was also an estimated number of warships in the port. Coupled with the surrounding military facilities and British troops that might come to reinforce at any time, the overall defensive strength should not be underestimated.

Although the firepower of these German battleships is powerful, it would be too difficult to capture the port of Alexandria in one fell swoop. They might even get into a tough battle or suffer heavy damage.

Therefore, in order to ensure that the attack can proceed smoothly and increase the chances of victory, it is more reliable to bring in the Italian and French navies and combine the forces of multiple parties to fight together. (End of this chapter)