My own war game

Chapter 206 The end of Kaga
The meeting room was in a mess because of the previous bombing, and the small flags that were supposed to be used as markings in front of the nautical chart were lying all over the place.

The general swept all the small flags down with his hands and placed a few pieces of chocolate on top.

“This is the Japanese fleet.”

“This is the lone Kaga.”

“This is Pearl Harbor”

General Kimmel picked up a pencil and placed it between the chocolates representing Pearl Harbor and the Kaga.

"We need to take off from the airport here, catch up with it, and send this damn ship into the sea!" The American admiral, who had just been tricked by the Japanese, cursed.

A pilot with good map-pushing performance quickly discovered the problem. "Sir, considering that the enemy is still escaping, our plane can only fly one way at this distance. It will fall into the sea when returning."

"Yes, that's normal." General Kimmel nodded and took out a cookie and held it in his hand.

"This is the USS Langley. According to news from Washington, it was supposed to be carrying aircraft to the Philippines, but due to weather conditions it was moving slower than expected."

The general placed the biscuit on the western side of the chart. "And here it is now."

The experienced pilot immediately determined the distance from the biscuit's position. "Does that mean we need to land on the Langley after attacking the Kaga?"

"That's right, gentlemen."

"But the Langley is a seaplane carrier."

"The Langley is a seaplane carrier converted from a light aircraft carrier. It still retains the aviation deck and early arresting cable design, so there is no problem docking a small number of aircraft." The adjutant nearby answered.

"At the current speed of the Kaga, if its course does not change, it should be nearby at dawn." The general drew a small circle on the nautical chart.

"In order to paralyze the enemy as much as possible, we plan to take off at night and arrive at the designated location before dawn. Once we find the Kaga, we will launch a surprise attack and destroy it!"

Taking off at night, the enemy ship had only a vague location, no reinforcements, and only an old light aircraft carrier to pick it up.

Any problem in any link will be fatal to the attacking aircraft.

The admiral glanced at all the pilots and said, "I believe everyone has heard the broadcast. Because of the enemy's shameless sneak attack, we suffered heavy losses. More than 1 American citizens died yesterday."

"We now have an opportunity to fight back against the shameless invaders. I know it is difficult, but it is something only we can do."

After midnight, ten US military fighter planes of various types landed on the runway that had just been cleared. These were all the aircraft that could be put on board that were pieced together from the entire Pearl Harbor base.

The red Corsair fighter is at the front of the entire team.

The U.S. military's special attack team rose into the sky under the moonlight, and Admiral Kimmel's voice came over the radio: "Good luck! The whole of America is watching you!"
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Morris Jack, who likes painting, was assigned a Destroyer torpedo attack plane. He held the joystick and looked down at the bottom of the plane.

The lights of Pearl Harbor were no longer recognizable, and below was the pitch-black sea. The chaotic and deep appearance reminded him of the mouth of the legendary Kraken. Jack quickly turned his head away. He had never told anyone else that he had a certain fear of the deep sea.

Before setting off, someone threw him a life jacket, but he did not take it on the plane. If he was shot down into the water at this time, he would suffer from hypothermia in just a short while, and given the nature of this mission, it was impossible for anyone to rescue them.

Rather than waiting to die in despair in the cold water, he would rather shoot himself.

In order to dispel the fear in his heart, he raised his head and looked forward. That was He's plane, the genius pilot, the super ace who frightened the Japanese, and maybe also a talented science fiction writer?
He still had the piece of paper in his arms. It was the story He had written for him, a story from the planet Cybertron.

To be honest, he was fascinated and wanted He to tell him the whole story before.

"Wait until the mission is over, and I will tell you the rest of the story." This is what He said at the time.

The captain's plane was responsible for navigation, and the other planes maintained radio silence. They flew north for more than two hours, and were very close to the planned target area. The sunrise would come in about half an hour. A faint light began to appear on the horizon, but there was still nothing on the sea at this time. He tried hard to search around, but found nothing.

No target was found. As time passed, the fuel was decreasing little by little. Anxiety continued to grow in Jack's heart. He could not see the expressions of his teammates around him, but probably everyone felt the same.

Another 10 minutes passed, and it was almost sunrise time, and the fuel level was almost reaching the expected critical value.

Should I give up the mission? Jack believed that the captain was also going through the same psychological struggle.

Suddenly, He's red fighter plane accelerated to the front of the team, and after gently shaking its wings repeatedly, it suddenly turned and flew in another direction.

"Follow me" is what the action means.

The captain's plane hesitated for just a moment before following with everyone else.

After a while, just when everyone was about to give up, a dark shadow appeared on the sea level.

It's a Japanese aircraft carrier!
God bless America!
The raid was launched almost in sync with sunrise, just like Pearl Harbor, and the Japanese had no idea they would be attacked at this time.

There were no Japanese fighter planes in the sky, and it was too late for them to take off!

Ten planes swarmed up and began to drop bombs under the anti-aircraft fire of the Kaga. Because the power system of the Kaga was damaged, its evasive movements seemed so clumsy.

Boom boom boom!!! Explosions sounded around the aircraft carrier. Amid the huge splash, Jack saw with his own eyes that a bomb smashed through Kaga's flight deck, causing an even bigger explosion.

The torpedo plane piloted by Jack and his companions lowered its altitude and prepared to drop torpedoes. As long as they could hit the vital point again, he was confident that he could send the Japanese aircraft carrier down to feed the fish.

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! ! !

Kaga's short-range anti-aircraft guns began firing, and the dense rain of bullets from the twin 25mm anti-aircraft guns instantly enveloped the two torpedo planes.

BOOM!!!!!! Boom!!!!!!
His teammate's fighter plane exploded in mid-air and then fell into the sea.

Jack's plane was surrounded by flying shells, and just a few dozen meters below was the terrifying sea.

"Damn it! If I can fly another two kilometers, we'll be there soon!" Jack cursed with gritted teeth.

call!!!!!!!!!!

A red figure whizzed past!

Puff, puff, puff! Puff, puff, puff! Puff, puff, puff!
The Red Corsair machine guns fired continuously, and the ping-pong sounds of bullets splashed sparks, causing the two oncoming 25mm anti-aircraft guns to temporarily silence their fire, creating a gap in the air defense circle.

Jack's plane took this opportunity to approach to within 1500 meters of the aircraft carrier and dropped a Mark 13 torpedo.

The white water column was approaching rapidly! The Kaga turned its clumsy body as if trying to dodge.

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Amid the blazing flames, a hole was opened in the side of the Kaga's hull, and seawater poured in.

On December 1941, 12, the Japanese Combined Fleet's Kaga was attacked by a group of U.S. carrier-based attack aircraft 9 kilometers away from Pearl Harbor.

This large aircraft carrier, which was converted from a battleship and participated in the battles of China and Pearl Harbor, was hit by three bombs and a torpedo, broke into two sections and sank to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

The remaining five US fighter jets on the mission landed on the deck of a light aircraft carrier bound for the Philippines an hour later.

(End of this chapter)