At 17:30, an hour after the German attack aircraft group retreated, the aircraft group that came to reinforce from Prince Edward Island rushed to the sky above Newfoundland Island. Lieutenant Colonel Tony, who was originally leading the navigation, was worried that he would get lost if he couldn't find a place, but at first glance, he found the place where there was fire and smoke rising from below, and occasionally there were a few explosions.

Since he could not find the enemy plane, he could only slam the enemy and prepare to land, but was hit by the air defense fire below. The nerve-wracking Canadian and American anti-aircraft gunners regarded them as German planes that came to attack again, and they were so angry that everyone was so angry that they were smoked. Fortunately, the accurate heads of these shells were not very good and did not shoot down a single plane. Otherwise, this joke would have been too big. However, Tony's face was very heavy. He was not angry because of the accidental strike, but from this matter, it can be seen that the air defense capabilities here are not strong, or the fire density is sufficient, but the training level of anti-aircraft gunners is not good.

Due to the vast territory of St. Johns and numerous airports, although the German army destroyed most of them, at least several runways could provide safe landing after simple repairs. Under the reflection of fire and light, Tony's fleet took great efforts to land safely, and lost four planes. Fortunately, the pilots were lucky and all escaped without any danger. But less than 40 minutes after they landed, Washington's new instructions came: Let them and the remaining planes at the airport move to Konabrook as soon as possible. Tony was so angry that he kicked the half-wing fragment next to the runway, scolding Washington for being a pig's brain.

Are Washington all pigs’ brains? The problem depends on what angle you have to look at.

Lieutenant General Ingram believed that although there was no conclusive information, the report sent back by the downed reconnaissance aircraft today can be inferred that the German battleship troops were also near the aircraft carrier formation. The enemy might have retreated overnight, but it is possible to take advantage of the night to advance quickly and shell St. Johns before dawn to completely destroy the materials and ships gathered there. Both are possible in terms of probability, but Ingram insisted that it is very likely to do so with the virtue of the Germans, otherwise they would not leave Cape Verde, just to bomb Newfoundland once and be full.

This judgment suddenly made everyone feel restless. At first, everyone decided that the German fleet was discovered by Bermuda reconnaissance plane and then went to Newfoundland to touch it, and then sneaked away in the dark. Ingram's inference provided another idea, that is, the German fleet's initial goal was Newfoundland, and Bermuda was just a means of their vocal attacks. In other words, the Germans did not retreat so quickly.

Although Admiral Jin stubbornly said that it would be better for the Germans to withdraw, so that Admiral Cunningham would have more calm time to intercept, most people frowned: Everyone knows the situation in Newfoundland. If they hold up only cruiser-level escort warships, all of them are not opponents of the Tilpitz, let alone the Germans own five battleships of this class. With the current broken body of the Atlantic Fleet battleship units, if they face the German battleship units, they will only be able to escape from a distance, let alone those escort warships.

"Then the Germans might still land?" Eisenhower asked with a wrinkle.

"Let's log in better! There are two Canadian masters on it, and the Germans can't afford to take it." Arnold said viciously, "I'll dispatch Luhang to fry these bastards tomorrow morning."

Finally, the meeting formed a unanimous decision: the Canadian masters were preparing to prepare for the German landing, and all aircraft went to Konabrook temporarily to avoid the limelight, wait for the attack tomorrow morning, and strictly ordered the port ships to evacuate as soon as possible, and anywhere you go. In short, you should not stay in the port and die.

Marshall added to the staff and asked the 101st Airborne Division to prepare. If the Newfoundland Land War was unfavorable, Li Qiwei would be put into the conference room and there would be silence.

At 18:27, the German aircraft carrier formation recovered all the aircraft. All the returning pilots were excited and described the results of today's attack to the ground crew, full of optimism and high spirits. The more anxious pilot swallowed the dinner in three and asked the ground crew to complete the replenishment of the oil bomb as soon as possible, and planned to go to Newfoundland to blow up at night. However, in the eyes of senior management such as Mashal, the situation was not as optimistic as the pilots.

The number of aircraft, supplies and ships on Newfoundland Island was much unexpected. For the fleet, it is safest and safest to retreat immediately, but the head of state devoted great effort to the Newfoundland battle and even took Cape Verde. Can I easily leave with a fight? If you don’t sink or take these more than 300 ships away, you can still be called a German navy that has been professionally traded for 30 years? When Maschel returns, he will probably be shameless to see anyone.

"Where is Lieutenant General Bei's shelling fleet?"

"The fleet is currently traveling at a speed of 27 knots, and is still nearly 300 kilometers away from the port. The expected arrival time remains unchanged..."

"The next step for the enemy will definitely evacuate these cargo ships. We cannot simply sink them, nor can we leave them alone." Crank frowned and said, "I want to transfer 40-50 aircraft to form a night attack team to cooperate with submarines to attack the freighters that flee overnight. If we only attack those big guys who escaped, the remaining ships and ships should not dare to move. More than 300 ships are not so fast and easy to transfer."

Ozawa nodded in agreement, and what satisfied him even more was that Berlin agreed to the cross-platform combat strategy, which means that the aircraft lost to the air strike today (partially shot down by the US military, partly lost to anti-aircraft guns) can be replenished soon. The 19 aircraft are trivial matters. Each of these pilots has been trained after a lot of hardships. They are all treasures. The losses will be greater tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and he dare not take it lightly. Fortunately, the fleet still has a surplus crew of nearly 140 people, and the ground crew has used backup aircraft to make up for the gap in the afternoon's losses, so he breathed a little relieved.

After discussion, everyone decided to dispatch 32 fighters and 36 he-218s to cooperate with submarines to fight, focusing on killing those freighters who wanted to escape. Ozawa added: "You must use fighter jets to strafuse the crowd on the dock, and you cannot let the sailors board the ship and leave easily... I believe that so many people are stationed on those ships!"

At 18:36, Cunningham, who led the US and British aircraft carrier formations to the north quickly, received a detailed telegram. When he learned that Newfoundland had been raided, he smashed his fist on the wall with a hateful punch, but he still made the German teasing him! Sprounz looked at the chart silently and told him that the distance between the two sides was more than 2,000 kilometers, and it would take at least 2 days and one night to arrive, which made Cunningham extremely anxious.

At 18:47, Lord Thomas, who had worked hard to make a big effort, finally arrived at the dock. The situation on the scene made him gasp. The dock had been repaired by bombs. All the relatively flat places were crowded with people. The few traffic boats were trying hard to send sailors who had heard the news from all directions onto the ship, but everyone was eager to board their own ships. They all blushed and refused to give in. The noisy neck was like a vegetable market, and they almost started fighting. The scene was chaotic. The port police were busy extinguishing the fires everywhere and were unable to maintain order. There were Canadian infantry in the distance, but they were busy building fortifications to prevent the German army from landing, and they ignored it.

"Silent, quiet, listen to the Lord's lecture..." The adjutant and the guards shouted, but the chaotic crowd could not listen at all, and were all drowned in the noise.

Lord Thomas, who was furious, snatched the Thomson submachine gun of the guard and shot a round of shots into the sky, scaring the crowd. The crowd, which was still jubilant just now, immediately turned into a group of frightened deer. He wanted to run around, crying everywhere, but at least he focused his attention here. Taking advantage of the shock of the crowd, Thomas got on the top of the car with the help of the guard, and shouted with his throat: "I am Thomas, Chairman of the Maritime Transportation Committee. Now listen to my orders. Any sailors who parked on the outer freighter will get on the ship first, and the farther they leave, the better!"

After his admonition and the guards suppressed the ship, everyone finally began to board the ship one after another in order. At around 8 o'clock, the outermost freighter sounded the whistle and began to slowly leave the port, one, two... There were also Canadian and American escort warships in the middle, and they also received orders to cover the ship as much as possible to leave the port.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. In less than an hour, a buzzing sound occurred at the port. Before everyone could react at first, Thomas's face changed drastically. Of course, he knew that this was the sound of the plane, and he also knew that all the surviving American planes had left the airport and went to Konabrook to "take refuge", and only German planes would come.

Hearing the sharp whistling sound approaching, he shouted, "Lying down" and lying on the ground first. A circle of people around him lie down, but more people were at a loss. At this time, the b-219 that was pounced on the air had begun to strafuse the ground. Several machine guns and machine cannon fired from the sky like fire sickles. All the people standing were targets being strafed, and they were neatly cut down like rows of wheat.

After the "TuTuTu" sound, there were only a few people standing on the dock. The crowd was either knocked down, squeezed into the water by panicked others, or trampled on each other. What made Thomas even more frustrated was that more than ten seconds later, a German bomber roared down, and a "boom" sounded loudly, and a 250-kilogram bomb exploded in the crowd. The shrapnel and the air waves were reaping the survivors unscrupulously. He felt a ball of things flying from a distance and smashing on his head, then rolled down the side, opened his eyes and glanced secretly, almost spitting out all the bitter water in his stomach. It was clearly a human arm.

At this time, the port's air defense firepower woke up from a dream and shot at the air. A large number of people burst into tears. What about our plane? The spiritually fragile sailors could not bear this torture. They screamed and got up from the ground and prepared to escape to the distance. Before they walked far, they were knocked over to the ground by the air shooting firepower without mercy... (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!