Bismarck

The voice of the fighter unit commander came from the radio speaker. For some reason, Bismarck felt that this voice seemed to carry a certain calmness of facing death... 22 against 12, although it caused heavy losses to those Spitfires, it was almost two against one... Although the reinforcements would arrive in a few minutes, a few minutes seemed so long for an air battle measured in seconds...

But now is not the time to think about these things! Although the Blenheim bombers suffered heavy losses in front of the BF109 and the anti-aircraft guns, no plane abandoned its bombs in advance and fled. Even though they were scarred by the anti-aircraft guns, they still organized their formation and outflanked from two directions. Lindemann in the command tower began to issue instructions one after another...

Under Top's command, all the anti-aircraft fire tubes of the entire German fleet stood up like hedgehogs... At the cost of reducing the formation's speed to 28 knots, Tirpitz and the destroyers began to make small-scale rudder movements, trying to ensure a quick response in the face of the upcoming air attack.

双方的距离越来越近，10公里...8公里...6公里...驱逐舰的127主炮在托普的指挥下，和提尔比茨的105高射炮拉出一道道绵密的火网。

Although badly damaged bombers kept falling out of the formation, the tenacious British still charged forward with smoke and fire, trying to break through the interception of anti-aircraft firepower with a large fleet of dozens of aircraft...

As the distance gradually closed, even the 37MM anti-aircraft guns began to fire "boom, boom, boom...", and one Blenheim after another found their destination in the rough North Sea with billowing smoke, but the remaining 20 or so planes continued to charge forward, just like the knights who continued to charge in the face of the musketeers, trying to use their own blood to cover their comrades and pave the road to victory.

Finally, some of the remaining Blenheim bombers broke through the fire network and rushed over the German fleet.

Several bombers flew in front of the Z37 destroyer with 20MM anti-aircraft guns firing all over the sky. 454KG armor-piercing shells flashing with cold light were thrown out from the bombers' opened magazine doors, whizzing towards the poorly trained and panicked destroyer with the breath of death and destruction. Even at the moment when the bombs were just dropped, the bomber was hit by the 37MM anti-aircraft shells, sparks flew everywhere, and then it turned into a gorgeous fireball and shattered into pieces!

In just over 20 seconds, two loud noises erupted in the middle of the Z20 destroyer, probably at the location of the torpedo tube. The 454KG armor-piercing shells caused the torpedo tubes to explode... In just over ten seconds, under the morning sun, which should have been full of hope in the eyes of ordinary people, the Z20, which was blown into two pieces, disappeared on the cold surface of the North Sea. No one escaped, and the captain and all the crew members were killed...

"Z20, sunk!" the lookout reported almost at the same time.

Lindemann paused only for a moment, his expression unchanged, and continued to issue orders calmly.

Although the fleet was doing its best to defend against the air, more bombers began to break into the air defense circle from this position, taking advantage of the firepower gap caused by the sinking of Z20.

The Tirpitz controlled its huge body to turn and evade, while Bismarck controlled the Tirpitz's 8 twin-mounted 105mm anti-aircraft guns and 16 37-round anti-aircraft guns to desperately fight back against the British bombers that had broken in. One bomber exploded in mid-air under the 37mm fire net, but the bombs of other bombers also began to fall around the Tirpitz...At this time, whether it was my perception or the shouting of the radar officer in the microphone, I saw that on the other side of the sky, a larger group of aircraft with the two symbols of the Iron Cross and the Circle Target had appeared from the east and west directions under the blood-red sunrise...

It is said that the setting sun accompanies the battlefield, but now the morning glow is also eternal...

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Chapter 159: Bloody Dunkirk (Part 1)

On the morning of May 5, off the coast of Dunkirk...

Under the bright sunshine of late spring, the clouds on the horizon, with the roaring North Atlantic westerly wind and the updrafts over the misty sea, began to form balls of slowly expanding but rising white marshmallows under the magic of nature, and then gradually formed magnificent cloud mountains.

On the top of this magnificent cloud mountain carved by the skillful hands of nature, one after another, the creations of human technology use their tracks to draw white tail clouds under the blue sky, forming a circle composed of countless white curves that seem to be chaotic, but have some kind of rules when you look closely. It is even embellished with occasional flashes of light or black smoke falling to the earth. It is an equally magnificent abstract painting.

In this high sky where only the strongest eagles are qualified to soar, they are chasing each other, tumbling, circling, and flying up and down, and galloping across the endless brilliant sky with a life-and-death momentum...

And under the sky of war, on the sparkling sea, brilliant fireworks with flying steel petals and colorful lines of fire crisscrossed each other, forming a seemingly impenetrable fire net.

In the gaps of the fire net, the Royal Sky Knights of Great Britain ignored the fierce artillery fire and their companions who kept falling into the sea, stared at the huge ancient sea dragon Leviathan, gritted their teeth and controlled their scarred mechanical mounts, constantly changing directions to avoid the pursuit of the fire snakes, and like the legendary dragon-slaying knight St. George, they launched a desperate charge at any cost towards the sea ruler who seemed to be able to fight against God in ancient myths and legends...

In addition to this sea, dozens of miles away in Europe, the blood and fire of the European War had dyed the distant horizon red. The continental conquerors trampled the French Republic with their tracks and iron hooves, making the whole country tremble. They only dared to hide in bunkers and shoot at the sky, so that the German army was too lazy to surrender their guns... The last British army on the continent turned into a pile of scrap metal in front of the 88MM anti-aircraft guns in just one day of the counterattack at Arras. The hundreds of thousands of troops compressed in a small area near Dunkirk were desperately resisting for their own survival in the shadow of the powerful earth beast Behemoth...

An ominous "buzzing" sound was heard again in the sky deep in the European continent. The iron wings of the sky dictator covered the sky and the sun. The dense bombs fell from the sky like a rainstorm and hail, with unparalleled arrogance and pride. The city of Dunkirk and the dock buildings, as well as the large number of coalition soldiers squeezed here, turned into ruins amid the wild laughter of the sky king Xiz...

But on the other side of this land full of destruction and despair, just a short distance away from the beach, in the direction of the sea off Dunkirk, against the dangerous waves formed by the turbulent triangular waves of the westerly currents of the English Channel, countless warships, transport ships, yachts, sampans, and even simple rafts made of door panels and empty oil drums, are densely packed and continuously transporting hope to the other side of the channel bit by bit. And above these ships of hope, protecting them, are countless British Royal Air Force fighter planes painted with circle target marks, flying towards Dunkirk at all costs, trying to drive away the haze of the iron wings with black crosses and bring sunshine back to Dunkirk...

The sky is full of gunfire, the ground is covered with bullet holes, eagles fly in the sky, fish swim in the shallows, who controls the rise and fall of the vast earth...

However, whether it was the Anglo-French forces waiting for rescue at the dock, or the various ships on the sea, everyone's eyes were looking towards the northwest. They looked towards the horizon in confusion and horror, where the knights of the Royal Air Force were fighting a "monster" of unknown level.

"Dunkirk boys, please pay attention. A group of British planes are flying towards you, probably to your northwest or north, about 20 or so, about 25 kilometers away, at an altitude..." Before he could finish his words, the battleship under his feet suddenly turned, but Flensburg, who had gradually become accustomed to such sudden and violent maneuvers, stepped back with his back feet and used one hand to support himself, and stood steadily against the wall - the radio microphone was still firmly held to his mouth

"Altitude 5000 meters, boys please pay attention to interception"

Flensburg quickly reported the message, and a voice soon came from the microphone: "Received, thank you."

Soon, the air defense radar saw a small group of aircraft rushing out from the edge of the radar screen in the distance, probably in front of the signal of a large group of aircraft at the Dunkirk position, and rushed towards the oncoming British group of aircraft. Soon the two sides started to fight with each other.

Because of the timely detection by radar, the interception position of the German fleet was quite far away from their bombers. In the end, only a small number of British fighters were able to break through the interception of German fighters... Flensburg breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, we intercepted it, otherwise it would be a big trouble. It's great to have radar guidance..." Flensburg breathed a sigh of relief, but before he finished speaking, there was a slight but chaotic vibration on the floor. Flensburg, who already had three hours of "naval combat experience", had determined that it was the vibration of a near miss, which would not have much impact on a behemoth like Tirpitz.

Looking at the route marked with red and blue lines on the nautical chart drawn by the navy on another table, combined with his many years of experience with bombers, he easily determined that the Tirpitz was turning and heading head-on towards the British dive bombers.

Taking advantage of the dive bombers' large drop angle, the "projection area" is relatively small, and the dive bombers have to keep a certain distance between each other, so they "wipe" through the dense dive bombing. (PS: There is a historical prototype for evading dive bombing by slamming head-on into the dive bombers -- by Haruna in the Battle of Midway)

"What a perfect evasion! It seems that we have underestimated the ship-to-ship bombing before..." Looking out the porthole at the destroyer that was still evading and firing in front of the Tirpitz despite being badly damaged, Flensburg looked at the enemy marks on the radar screen and the combat chart, thinking that he must carefully study the ship-to-ship attack tactics of carrier-based dive bombers when he returns.

"Perhaps we can have some communication with Major Zeppelin, but this name...why is it such a coincidence?"

But he didn't have time to think about it, as a new wave of British aircraft had appeared on the radar screen.

"Everyone, pay attention! Enemy aircraft have appeared at about 240 degrees southwest of our ship's coordinates, distance 30, altitude 5000, heading..."

Flensburg continued to engage in intensive air combat guidance work...

Well, he didn't know that the information on the radar screen was actually guided to him by Tirpitz (in fact, the FUMO1939 "Sea Beat" shipborne radar that entered service in Germany in 22 had an accuracy of ±1 degree, which was barely enough for fire control, but the detection range for battleships was only 24KM... and... it was a fire control radar that could only track one target at a time...)

Now on Lindemann's side, compared to the raging war outside, the command tower seemed particularly quiet. All the crew members were busy and tense, and the rumbling of artillery was blocked outside by the heavy armor.

Tirpitz is now in charge of the operation and anti-aircraft shooting, while Lindemann's former secretary Bismarck is responsible for marking the map for him. The scene of being surrounded by these two beauties is also a sexy scene even though it is on a battlefield with flying shells.

However, Lindemann did not notice that his cartographer seemed a little dissatisfied, because Bismarck found that the automatic battlefield plotter on Grape had not yet been installed in his own command tower...

She made a mental note to have a good talk with the captain when she got back.

Just a minute ago, eight Blackburn "Skua" carrier-based dive bombers took advantage of the melee and dodged the defense of the FLAK4000 36MM continuous anti-aircraft guns at an altitude of 37 meters (who said that the 37 hand-pulled machine would be dragged out and killed!!!), and rushed towards the Tirpitz. However, under the control of the Tirpitz, the eight 500-pound bombs that dived down fell on both sides of her, and because the explosion power was not strong, there was no damage, but the 37 and 20 anti-aircraft guns of the Tirpitz, destroyers and minesweepers hit her scars.

However, a Skua that had been hit and was emitting smoke and fire and was definitely unable to fly again raised its head unwillingly while falling and crashed into a destroyer next to it... Just a few seconds later, a fireball exploded on the front bridge of the destroyer...

Almost instantly, the bridge was shrouded in thick smoke. Bismarck knew the situation of Z17 with just a slight sense. She shook her head heavily at Lindemann. The bridge was completely destroyed and all the personnel inside were killed...

How could a destroyer's armor as thin as paper withstand a fatal attack from a fighter plane?

"Z17!! How are you?!!" Tirpitz's signal officer hurriedly sent a signal to the destroyer to inquire about the injury, but the destroyer seemed to have lost command and its course began to turn around irregularly. There was no response and the anti-aircraft artillery fire became sparse.

"It seems that Z17 has lost command... Signal officer, let them retreat. If they start the backup steering gear..." Lindemann was silent for a long time with an expressionless face, and finally turned on the microphone and gave orders.

"Now one destroyer has been sunk, one has been damaged, and one has been severely damaged. Two of the minesweepers that came up have also sunk, and the remaining two are also seriously damaged. The anti-aircraft firepower is not enough... Should we retreat?" Bismarck said to Lindemann while marking the track and looked at Tizi worriedly.

In the brutal battle, she was hit by several bombs and an airborne torpedo, but her defense after the modification was really powerful. The damage to the core area was not very large, but the surface injuries were not too light. In fact, she still endured the pain and persisted... Although Grape turned off the damage projection, looking at the tenacious little hamster gritting his teeth and persisting... Bismarck, as a sister, felt distressed...

However, many times, the situation on the battlefield does not develop as the commander wishes.

Lindemann also felt that it was about time to withdraw, and at this time the support aircraft from both sides arrived!

Compared to the previous air battle, the following one is probably the most brutal.

The aircraft groups of both sides arrived at almost the same time, but almost...

Due to various reasons, and part of the aircraft was also responsible for taking care of the Royal Air Force over Dunkirk, the German fleet took nearly a minute to arrive at the battlefield. On land, it might seem like a normal minute, but in a moment it passed, but in the sky it was like slow motion...

Under the British's relentless attack, the German warhawks were under unimaginable pressure. After just two minutes, only eight of the twelve fighters in the vanguard were left. In this situation, if they were to face the British fleet directly, with such a huge disparity in strength, they would almost be wiped out in one encounter.

These are the elites of the German Air Force! How difficult it is to train a pilot!

Flensburg's brows were twisted into a ball. If it were usual, he would definitely order the air force boys to retreat, but now... He looked around at the anti-aircraft guns that were firing fiercely, and the sound of gunfire was deafening.

But if they retreated, it would undoubtedly increase the fleet's air defense pressure in an instant. When the German fleet had already lost a destroyer, the sudden withdrawal of fighter planes would have disastrous consequences!

Now the Navy and the Air Force are conducting their first contact and cooperation. If a problem arises at this first try, it will probably be difficult to eliminate the gap in the future.

Just as Flensburg made a difficult decision and was about to pray to God for the boys in heaven, suddenly, a voice came from the communicator. It was Captain Lindemann of the Tirpitz!

"Major Flensburg, have your air force retreat immediately! Retreat to Tirpitz's air defense circle!!! The British fighter planes will arrive soon, and Tirpitz will be responsible for intercepting them!"

The bridge of Tirpitz one minute ago.

"Lindmann, the situation of the Air Force is probably not good." After accidentally estimating the distance between the two sides, Bismarck soon learned that the British fighter planes would arrive at the battlefield earlier than the Germans.

"what happened?"

"The fleets of both sides are about to make contact, but the British will reach us a minute earlier..."

"You mean these planes are dangerous?"

"Yes... If the British arrive first, they won't be able to hold out for more than thirty seconds if they don't retreat." Bismarck "looked" at the few Warhawks in his consciousness that were still recklessly firing at various enemy planes.

"If they retreat, can you hold on for another minute?" Lindman asked seriously.

"I think it's a bit difficult, but of course it's no problem to stop most of them..." Bismarck didn't dare to make this guarantee.

"That's enough." Lindemann said, picked up the microphone and quickly told Air Force Major Flensburg.

"Retreat first!" Almost at the same time, liaison officer Flensburg anxiously shouted to the lead plane in the sky.

Just before the British support aircraft arrived, the eight BF109s remaining after the previous confrontation abandoned their targets and immediately retreated to Tirpitz's anti-aircraft firepower circle.

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Chapter 160: Bloody Dunkirk (Part 2)

"The British's second wave of attack is coming! Let's retreat!"

As the lead plane turned first, the remaining fighter planes also abandoned the targets in the circle and retreated rapidly to the rear.

"The naval fleet's heading is 45 degrees northeast. Please maintain this course and retreat from about 3 km on both sides of the naval fleet. The navy will use firepower to cover your evacuation!" Moders called on Tirpitz.

"Understood! We will evacuate at a 45-degree course about 3 km from both sides of the fleet!!"

The BF109s left the battle and retreated northeast. Some British fighters thought they had an opportunity and tried to chase down the retreating BF109s, but the dense anti-aircraft firepower of the Tirpitz hit them head-on, forcing the British fighters to turn and evade. However, following behind the British fighters, the British bombers took advantage of the relatively weak anti-aircraft firepower at the rear of the warship and rushed straight towards the Tirpitz.

"All personnel on the starboard side of the ship, take cover! Main guns ready to fire!" Lindemann looked at the German fighter planes getting closer and closer, made a prompt decision, and turned on the radio.

It will take the British fighter planes another minute to get here, and they can also carry out a wave of main gun air defense on the way. For a fleet flying in formation, such an attack is extremely effective.

But to the others, this order seemed a little unbelievable, because the British bombers had not dispersed. If they gave up the air defense on one side, it would be equivalent to exposing the side directly to the enemy, which was simply asking for death.

"Captain, the anti-aircraft guns on the side cannot be stopped!" the first mate said hurriedly. "Our fighter planes will arrive soon. The most important thing now is the plane above us!"

"Just listen to me, it's okay." Lindemann didn't have time to explain anything. The plane was going too fast and he could miss the opportunity in a split second.

All the personnel at the anti-aircraft positions returned to the cabin, and there was a brief gap in firepower. However, this gap did not last for ten seconds. As soon as the cabin door was locked, all the anti-aircraft guns opened fire automatically, and the fire was more accurate and powerful!

A bomber rushed straight towards the Tirpitz. It had good luck at the beginning. When it just entered the firing range, for some unknown reason, the anti-aircraft fire of the opposing battleship stagnated for a few seconds. The bomber took advantage of this time and instantly rushed inward one kilometer. When it just opened the bomb bay door and revealed the bomb, the pilot was shocked to find that the anti-aircraft guns that were unmanned in the battle positions had resumed firing!

The shell was coming straight towards him!

There was no need to dodge, because almost in an instant, all the warning lights lit up, and then he found that the plane began to sway from side to side and was no longer under any control.

"Boom——" a huge column of water shot up into the sky.

Bismarck stared at the fighter planes closely, constantly calculating in his mind the timing to fire. Although the chance of a fighter plane being hit by the main gun was very small, no one dared to take the risk!

"3.2.1, that's fine!" Bismarck said to Lindemann.

"Now! Fire!" Lindemann shouted.

The ship shook and the eight huge cannons made earth-shaking noises.

The bullets whistled and silver light broke the sky!

Bismarck's hands hung at her sides, with her thumb and middle finger subconsciously clenched together. She paid close attention to the distance between the two sides. The relative speed had exceeded one kilometer per second. As long as she was distracted for a moment, the shells would pass through the fleet and cause no effective damage.

It's near, it's near!

She took a slight breath, interlaced her fingers, and heard a crisp "snap".

At the same time, the shells that had penetrated the aircraft group exploded instantly, and a dense barrage of shrapnel filled the air.

"Woo--" Several planes were smashed into pieces and fell down with thick smoke and wailing.

The effect was not very ideal. Bismarck quickly assessed the opponent's losses, but there was no time to launch a second round of attack.

"All air defense personnel! All in position!!!"

The crew members who had been ready for a long time immediately ran to their respective combat positions. Although some people wondered why the shells in the magazine disappeared again, they could not care less at this time - in an instant, the enemy planes were right in front of them.

"Fire!!!"

"Bang bang bang - boom bang bang -" various artillery sounds intertwined together.

The intersecting firepower drew dense and thin lines, strongly supporting a barrage of bullets that seemed indestructible and difficult to approach.

In addition to fighters, the British support aircraft also included bombers, which immediately engaged in combat upon arrival - but did not rush forward recklessly, but instead circled around to look for fighter planes.

The place with the most stringent anti-aircraft firepower was the Tirpitz. Unless all aircraft attacked with the determination to die, their bombs would, without exception, miss the target - of course, the Tirpitz was not hit by the bomb, it was just that the plane and the bomb hit it together.

The destroyer's anti-aircraft firepower has always been a weakness, even with Tirpitz - after all, it is a fleet, and one ship alone cannot change anything.

After circling, all the bombers wisely aimed at the weak destroyers and minesweepers.

"Captain, they're heading for the destroyer!"

"Tell other units to start evasive maneuvers! Hold on until air support arrives!" Lindemann looked at the densely packed fleet and had no better way but to pin his hopes on the nearby German Air Force.

"Yes!"