Seeing the Japanese bomber pounced on the air, McCain finally stopped silent and ordered all the surrounding warships to open air defense fire. Halsey jumped beside him and shouted: "Fight! Fight! Fight hard!"

The wish is very good, but the effect is really bad. I can't say that I can beat the plane down during the day. The sight of the sailors is so bad at night. The sailors just blindly fired themselves with their feelings. As the Japanese army kept dropping flares, the dazzling white light stimulated the sailors' pupils to shrink, and the meteors had already pounced down.

"Boom" sounded loudly, and the entire bridge felt a violent vibration. Halsey closed his eyes in pain and the Franklin was finished!

"Hurry up and put out the fire!" McCain shouted, "The number of enemy planes is not large. As long as the level does not decrease, we still have a chance to escape!"

At the moment of emergency escape, McCain decisively ordered all the planes and flammable materials on the deck to be pushed into the sea. He originally wanted to clean the hangar, but at first, there was no time, and if he escaped overnight, wouldn't it be embarrassing to the Franklin, which was not protected by the plane tomorrow morning? In the end, he was lucky enough to keep it.

Unfortunately, the Essex class is not an armored aircraft carrier like the Dafeng. The 4oo kilogram bomb pierced the deck without any obstacles and caused a big fire. Fortunately, it was carefully prepared and protected in advance. The fire was not too big and was extinguished in less than 3 minutes. But these 3 minutes were also fatal enough. 12 meteors rushed down to attack the most eye-catching torch. Except for one shot down, all the other aircraft dropped bombs. No matter how the Captain Franklin used the most clever control technology, he still won a total of 7 bombs.

The entire superstructure was blown up in a mess, the elevator and hangar were all destroyed, and the newly extinguished fire burned again in an instant. In addition, the officers and soldiers were killed and injured in shrapnel flying, which greatly affected the effect of the damage to the pipe. Even if they struggled to extinguish the fire, these flames were still unavoidable.

"Very good! Murata Jun, this big torch will be left to you to deal with." Mizuo Furida was satisfied with the result. His experience in many combat shows that a 4oo kilogram bomb cannot destroy the Essex level, but putting it on fire is a victory, and just handing the rest of the work to the lightning striker...

Shigeji Murata did not start directly, but observed it first. The fire on the Franklin not only illuminated itself clearly, but also illuminated the outlines of the surrounding warships. Shigeji Murata judged that the opponent's port side was a cruiser and the starboard side was a battleship, so he ordered the attack from the port side first.

"First Squad! Attack!" The four meteors flew less than 18 oo meters away, and released torpedoes in a fan-shaped surface. Now the US air defense firepower is still greeting the sky. Mizuo Furida even brought the fighter jets to flares to attract attention and successfully covered the lightning strikes.

"Boom Boom Boom" Two water columns soared into the sky. The Cleveland-class air defense cruiser could not resist the power of the torpedo at all. It sank in less than a minute. Now the left wing of the Franklin was completely exposed.

"Torpedo! Torpedo! Torpedo! Torpedo!" The US military officers and soldiers woke up from a dream. Unfortunately, the Franklin air defense firepower was almost destroyed. Even if they came back to their senses, they would not be able to use it. Only two Fletcher-class destroyers rushed over without hesitation, trying to cover the flagship with their small bodies.

Shigeji Murata subconsciously shook his head: The sir is right, American soldiers were actually quite brave when fighting, but the method was wrong. Don’t they know that destroyers can’t block the torpedo at all? Even if the route is just blocked, the torpedo will pass through the destroyer for Dingshen. This time, in order to attack the main battleship of the US military, the Japanese torpedo Dingshen generally exceeded 6 meters.

Although the power of Japan and Germany is greater and reliable than that of the United States, it is not as good as that of the US military. The latter's commonly used mk13 torpedo can be adjusted to a fixed depth in the middle, while the Japanese and German torpedo can only be fixed when loaded. But then again, adjusting the depth is actually useless. Now Japan and Germany are generally equipped with meteor modifications that integrate dive bombing/lightning strike. Hanging torpedoes is to deal with main ships with more than 25,000 tons. Other targets can basically ensure destruction with 4oo kilograms of bombs. There is no need to use a torpedo with a shallow torpedo to strike light warships. It is purely a waste of one torpedo than 8 bombs!

Shigeji Murata ordered six torpedo planes to assault, and he and another wingman stayed. He had other considerations about this. If the six aircraft could severely damage the Essex-class, he would be ready to attack the battleship Alabama on the starboard side. If not, he would be ready to make up for the final shot.

Six torpedoes flew towards the Franklin in the night. The engineer used his maximum ability to avoid 4 of them, and the other two were in the back half. They could not avoid them anyway. The violent explosion tore the Franklin's port side through a large mouth more than 5 meters wide. The surging sea water continued to pour in. The damage was too great, and the hull was tilted with a visible view of the naked eye. During the violent explosion of the torpedo just now, the entire bridge was shaken to pieces.

Two minutes later, the captain who could not control himself told the bridge: "It's impossible to save it, prepare to abandon the ship."

"William, let's go."

"I won't leave, I won't leave..." Halsey fell down just now, and now he climbed up from the ground like an angry lion, "You guys go, let me stay, I have no shame to go back."

"No!" McCain raised his voice by octave, "You must go! The ship can be built, but when a person dies, there will be no more..."

"You take them away, I'll stay...I'll stay..."

"Okay, let's go." McCain greeted everyone and left. The adjutant and the staff looked at Halsey who refused to leave in a daze, and then turned their eyes to McCain, as if asking, "Do you really throw him here?"

At this time, the warship had a large angle and everyone inevitably slid to the left. McCain was no exception, rolling and crawling to Halsey, shouting: "Old guy, look over there! It seems that there is our plane!"

Halsey was stunned when he heard this and immediately looked in the direction he pointed. It was pitch black outside, so where was there any plane?

Before he could turn his head in confusion, McCain had raised his right hand high and slashed Halsey's neck with one hand. The latter felt a dizzy turn and fainted.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you drag him away?"

The adjutants and staff members woke up from a dream and carried Halsey out of the bridge. Alas, General McCain had a way to deal with Halsey, who was like a bull.

McCain roared and told the others: "If he wakes up and dares to seek death, you will knock him out... If something happens, I will count it!"

Everyone nodded repeatedly. What if the chief died, what would he explain when he went back?

Just as the Franklin officers and soldiers retreated in a hurry, Shigeji Murata determined that the ship was no longer able to escape, so he pulled the plane to starboard and prepared to attack the Alabama.

At this time, everyone on the Alabama was all attracted to the port side. Everyone watched the flagship Franklin fall into a severe injury and is powerless. Suddenly, two torpedoes rushed over to the starboard side. It was not until about 4 oo meters that a few sailors operating anti-aircraft guns were seen. While shouting "Starboard torpedo!" in horror, they reacted and took the 2m of Erickon in their hands and tried desperately to shoot in the water!

With a "boom", they were lucky. They hit one of them and detonated it, but Shigeji Murata could not escape the torpedo no matter what.

With a "boom", the Alabama starboard ship was thundered.

"What a pity!" Murata Shigeji felt a pity that the wingman torpedo was detonated in advance. He knew that a torpedo could not sink a South Dakota-class.

Mizuo Shizuda was observing the battlefield dynamics. When he saw another water column of Alabama rushing up, he shouted loudly. It was obvious that the ship was hit by a torpedo. Even if it could not be sunk, it could at least damage the opponent and reduce it. At this time today, there will be a third wave, a fourth wave, and a fifth wave waiting to go up. The difference between damage reduction and sinking is only time.

Besides, I have to leave some meat for the back. What should I eat after all the last few waves?

While feeling sad, a fighter pilot asked through his headset: "Sir, this aircraft carrier seems to be the flagship of the US military. I guess the escapees are more important. Can we go down and shoot?"

"Of course, you can do whatever you want..." When I remembered the fact that I was hit by the US military while escaping in Midway Island, Mizuo Fuchida gritted his teeth fiercely, "Battle me to death, if you don't surrender, you will still be the enemy, don't be merciful to them!"

The four fighter planes immediately rushed down happily and began to shoot violently at the sea. A large number of American soldiers, pilots and staff who abandoned their ships and escaped were ruthlessly killed. The cold North Pacific sea water was instantly stained with blood. At this time, Halsey had woken up from the temporary coma just now. Seeing the Japanese plane shooting and killing the officers and soldiers who had no power to fight back, they were so angry that they were so angry that they were scattered with blood in their eyes and cursing. A fighter plane also saw Halsey and a bunch of people. Although they didn't know what was here, they still subconsciously pulled the trigger. Two mg151 scythes burst out. No matter how angry you were, they would not miss it. After the "TuTuTu" sound, screams were everywhere.

"Ah" scream was made by McCain. He was shot in his back and staggered into Halsey's arms. He struggled to say to Halsey with his last breath, "William... brings... and takes... to take revenge on me in the future!"

"John!" Everyone present heard Halsey's earth-shaking shout, but the scream could no longer save McCain's life.
Chapter completed!