Bismarck

My hand gently touched the bullet, just like caressing my own child. This time I came to verify a hypothesis.

I closed my eyes, and the image of the shell gradually emerged in my mind. Like an X-ray scan, the internal structure was clearly displayed in front of me. Ripples gradually appeared on the smooth surface of the shell, and the hard metal became as soft as water under my mind, rising and falling.

Sure enough, joy showed in my eyes. I could shape any part that came into contact with my ship's hull. At the beginning, I just experimented a little in the shipyard and found that I could use various instruments and equipment connected to it. Later, I wanted to try other things, but there were too many things to do and I forgot... until now.

However, it seems that I have thought too simply. This kind of delicate shaping seems to be more difficult than changing the shape of my bow. I am highly concentrated, my nerves are tense, and I have consumed a lot of energy to operate the projectile carefully.

The originally empty tail of the projectile slowly bulged out due to the wriggling of the metal, and then metal debris kept peeling off. The debris was reintegrated into the shell, and the protrusion gradually took shape. After it was finally finalized, four small tail fins appeared. They seemed to have grown out of the projectile body, and were connected to the tail of the projectile body with four small transmission shafts. My willpower gradually materialized, and I turned the core component, and the four small tails began to rotate flexibly.

I opened my dizzy eyes, looked at the shell in front of me, smiled bitterly and shook my head. It was really exhausting. I couldn't make a second one in two days. Its little tail swayed left and right under my control, like the wings of an airplane. This large remote-controlled toy...

It's dark outside. It seems like a long time has passed...

I hid the shell in a compartment that no one knew about, and at the same time I shaped a hollow bullet and threw it into its original location. I didn't want to find out that a shell was missing when I checked the ammunition depot the next day.

However, this shell is only in the initial stage of my construction. I don't even know its specific performance, and I don't know how to control it. If it is to be used in actual combat, it must be tested first. I have to at least shoot a few shells before I know how to operate it... But thinking of the terrible thing I just made, I think I should put it aside for now.

Just like the last time when I switched consciousness, a vacuum appeared after my mental energy was consumed greatly and I urgently needed to rest. However, I learned my lesson and did not go to the captain's room to sleep in a daze. It was really embarrassing last time.

This sleep lasted for a whole day and a night.

When I got up I went straight to the captain.

"Where have you been?" The captain was reviewing official documents and was not at all surprised at my disappearance. I couldn't run anywhere anyway.

"I slept for a whole day." I had dark circles under my eyes and yawned. "Captain, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" He put down his pen and raised his head.

I waved my hand and the hatch closed. Then the cabin wall squirmed violently under my control, and the special shell was spit out. The huge monster weighing nearly one ton hit the floor with a thud.

"Ahem, Captain, don't worry, I have removed the fuse," I said quickly when I saw the captain's face darken in an instant.

"How is this going"

"I made this thing in the past two days" I pouted

"Aren't you sleeping?"

"Um... I went to sleep after finishing it."

"What is this?" The captain walked around the shell.

"It's a thing I made according to my idea," I said, and as I thought about it, there was a snap, and the four tail fins that were closely attached to the shell popped up and swayed flexibly at the same time. In my opinion, it was quite cute.

"Change the trajectory?" The captain looked at it for a while and said affirmatively

"Yes, according to my idea, it can change direction during flight." It's easy to talk to someone who understands, and there is no need to explain anything.

"Not bad," the captain nodded.

"But there is a problem. It can only change the trajectory to a certain extent, and changing the trajectory will cause a great loss of kinetic energy," I added. After all, it is not a later missile, but even so, it is still very attractive to people today. Who doesn't want something that can hit anything within a certain angle? This can be regarded as a cheat I opened, but it is not easy to mass produce.

"How many can be made?" the captain asked quickly.

"The efficiency is very low. This tail wing is not plugged in directly, but connected with a transmission shaft inside. I formed it in one go, so it is more troublesome."

"I want to try it first and make sure it works." I suggested

The captain agreed.

"Okay, you can try it first with the immediate bombardment."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"The White Plan has been finalized, September 1st"

Chapter 33: Battle of Danzig (I)

As had happened in history, Hitler decided to launch the attack on Poland, but the date was postponed for six days to September 1, the date I knew.

The primary school students were so happy... I thought silently, it's a good thing you didn't have League of Legends at that time, otherwise, I would involuntarily think of my bloody history.

This time there were no unexpected situations to interrupt our operations. At four o'clock in the morning of September 1st, just like last time, all personnel were in place.

"How strange," I turned to Lindemann and said, "The last time the Führer issued the order to suspend the attack on the evening of the 25th, it was almost too late for us. I heard that some troops that entered in advance did not receive the order. Then after they launched the attack, wasn't the Polish government alert at all?" Apart from the protests I heard on the radio in the past few days, there has been no further news. The alert level of the fortress opposite has not been raised. There are still only a few small cannons, and it seems that they are treating this as an ordinary border conflict.

"Wouldn't it be better if they weren't on guard?" Lindman smiled easily. "You have to bear the consequences yourself. You can use the 380mm naval gun to wake them up."

The time was up, the captain glanced around, put away his stopwatch, and slowly walked to the command desk. Everyone in the bridge was watching him. There was no ceremonial speech, and no one took a photo to record this moment, but this day was destined to go down in history, and so was I, the battleship Bismarck.

He said firmly and resolutely, "White Plan, start!"

Almost instantly, my ship shook violently, and then swayed slightly. The flames from the three turrets illuminated the entire night sky of the port, and through the flames, I could clearly see the depression in the sea level. The deafening sound waves with huge energy ravaged the surrounding area for hundreds of meters, and the windows of nearby houses shattered one after another. The bombardment of this huge ship's guns was like a conspicuous flag, erected in the silent night sky.

The White Project has officially begun.

Six shells whizzed out of the barrel, drawing six dazzling golden lines in the air with an indomitable momentum. One of the shells was the special shell I had just made a few days ago. I swapped it out when the gunner stuffed the ordinary shell into the barrel. As soon as the special shell left the barrel, my willpower was immediately focused on it. At this time, my consciousness was like entering a vacuum period, and I fully controlled the posture of the projectile in the air, and all external influences were excluded.

only···

"What's going on?" I was surprised to find that I couldn't control the shell at all. The four tail wings were swaying irregularly under the disturbance of the airflow, which not only quickly consumed the kinetic energy of the shell but also interfered with its trajectory! This was not the effect I expected at all. This was not the same script!

I immediately focused my consciousness inside the shell and discovered that the drive shaft had been broken into multiple sections and was impossible to repair in the air.

Many people noticed that there was a problem with the two "lines" flying towards the gunboat. One shell was obviously far behind not long after it was fired, and was getting slower and slower. What was even more difficult to understand was that it actually took a trajectory in mid-air that could not be calculated by ballistics, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, changing many times in just five seconds. Finally, I watched helplessly as the shell that had cost me a lot of effort crashed into the hill, blowing up a large area of ​​dirt.

The captain glared at me and I shook my head innocently to show that I didn't mean it...

Moreover, it is very strenuous to control a high-speed flying object with all your strength. I quietly wiped the non-existent sweat from my forehead. I can't use it often.

But even though one of my shells crashed, the rest still hit the target successfully.

The gunboat was still asleep, completely unaware that its path had come to an end—a huge shell drew an arc, crossed the hill, and hit it. Although the extended line of the ballistic trajectory was in the sea behind it, it was just on the way, so...

I watched the shell whizzing in diagonally, easily tearing open the steel plate on the upper right side of the ship, and then a huge explosion occurred inside the warship, and the shock wave was raging! Its body suddenly swelled up, and bright yellow flames gushed out from the gaps. This process took less than a blink of an eye, and its body shattered because it could not withstand the pressure. The steel wreckage was scattered, and the turret even flew dozens of meters into the air! The explosion broke the dragon's frame, and it broke into two sections and sank quickly, leaving only the remnants floating on the water.

No one will survive, right? In this case, I turned my eyes away and looked at the battlefield in front. After being hit by the main gun, the buildings on the ground were completely unrecognizable and shattered. At the same time, huge explosions sounded around the port, and there were flames everywhere. Not long after the main gun fired, my secondary guns also opened fire. The 6 150mm secondary guns poured out shells at a rate of 8 rounds per minute. Although compared with the huge area of ​​the coast, they could not cover much place, but under my precise strikes, some sentry posts and simple strongholds that I had figured out in advance were all taken out one by one.

Five minutes after the operation began, the army troops appeared in my field of vision. They broke through the walls of the Free City of Danzig and quickly moved toward the peninsula along the railway line. At this time, the Polish army, which was caught by surprise, had already reacted. They found the German troops approaching under the cover of artillery fire and quickly started to fight back with their weapons. Amid the huge explosions, there was a dense gunfire melee.

"Captain, they have already exchanged fire," I reported softly. It was still dark at this time and the people on the ship had no idea of ​​the situation outside. They could only see flames everywhere. For the time being, the captain could only understand the battle situation through my scan.

"Yes" the captain sat in the command seat, he looked at his watch "Is Goering's plane coming?"

"No" I returned

“It’s almost time”

As soon as he finished speaking, a reflected wave appeared within my perception range. I can't be sure which side it comes from yet, but at this point, the chances are probably higher for us.

"Captain, there is a plane appearing," I reported

"Be careful," the captain replied.

"Yes"

I called up the anti-aircraft weapons again and aimed them in that direction. But as expected, our bombers appeared. A group of them appeared in the sky as punctually as eagles. There were dark bombs hanging under each plane. Their target was the airport not far away. At this time, the people in the airport should have just been awakened by my naval guns and got out of bed.

"It's our bomber," I judged

Soon, the formation roared past my head and disappeared from my sight.

The shelling was still going on. Now, not only my artillery fire, but also the commandos' own artillery had joined the battle. The dull sound of artillery and the crisp sound of gunfire filled the entire night sky. All the residents hid in their homes and the streets were empty.

Well, the German army’s military discipline is indeed much better than Japan’s.

However, the situation seems not optimistic. I looked around the battlefield and found that the battle had entered a white-hot stage, but why were all the people lying on the ground ours?! A few Polish soldiers holding a few broken machine guns actually stopped a group of German soldiers at an intersection. Although the enemy has the advantage of terrain and darkness, there is no need to do this. Call for artillery support! Damn, where is your artillery? Where are your tactical actions?! I'm right behind you...

"Who has flares!" a German commander yelled. As soon as he finished speaking, a series of bullets swept in his direction. He fell down in an instant, but a lot of splashed mud hit his mouth.

"Pah!" He spat out dirt angrily. "I'm going to kill those Poles! Whoever has flares, fire them up. I want to see where they are hiding."

"Sir, the flare hit Andrei, he's dead," a soldier beside him said with a sad face.

"Why are you crying?" the officer yelled, "Where is Andre's body! Go find it for me!"

"Over there," the soldier pointed outside the bunker. I looked over there and saw a body with a bullet in the head, lying forward. The man they called Andre fell on the way to the charge.

"Damn it!" The officer tried to drag the body in to remove the flare, but as soon as he reached out his hand, he was hit back by a barrage of bullets.

"Who has a solution?" he asked

Now the communication between the navy and the army is not smooth, and there is no linkage mechanism. It takes a long time for the army's artillery needs to be reported to the ship. If it is an ordinary warship, it will probably only carry out shelling according to the plan. But you are lucky to meet me.

I informed the captain of the situation, and he quickly ordered me to replace the ammunition of the 37 anti-aircraft gun with flares and fire freely at the right place.

"Bang, bang!" Two flares cut through the night sky one after the other. They stayed in the air for a long time due to the resistance of the parachute. The active metal emitted dazzling white light in the air, instantly illuminating a large area.

"It's just in time!" the officer said happily.

My flares were much more powerful than their own, lasted longer and were brighter, so he quickly found the Poles' hiding place. At this time, the results of their training came out, and under the leadership of the officer, the team of soldiers quickly eliminated the enemy hiding in the dark.

"Take away the wounded and the dead, and we will continue to move forward!"

The continuous lighting under my control in the air greatly facilitated our actions. The chances of the Poles taking advantage of the darkness and terrain to hide in the dark and fire their guns were greatly reduced, and the morale of the commandos was greatly improved. I also sensed the dynamics of the battlefield from time to time, provided real-time artillery support to the obstructed troops, and accurately eliminated the fire points one by one. After this battle, my "good name" was widely spread in the army. They always smiled kindly when they saw me. This can be regarded as an unintentional success...

The German army paid a heavy price in the Peninsula Campaign in history, but now with my help, although the campaign encountered resistance at the beginning, it still went on smoothly. However, watching those young faces being covered with white cloth and carried away, I felt bad. If I could provide more support, the number of casualties would be greatly reduced.

The Polish defense circle was shrinking. How could the power of machine guns and mortars compare with that of our naval guns and army howitzers? The Poles ate their own fruits. Soon after dawn, they had already lost most of the outer positions. Only a few positions that I could not name (call out?) were still holding on, but most of them had retreated to the main body of the fortress.

When the bombardment started, my main engine was already started. A little while after daybreak, a Polish shell flew straight down from the mountain. I don't know what happened. Was it too lucky or too accurate? It exploded in an arc just in front of the top armor of Bruno (B turret), which is in front of the bridge. This live fireworks stunned all of us. I didn't expect that in this situation, the Poles would still have the mind to "take care" of my battleship. What did they think they could do to me with this "little firework"?

"Well?" The captain turned his head and asked, "How is it?"

"Captain, what can happen to me?" I laughed. "It's probably the same as when you get pricked by a needle, only a little paint is rubbed off."

"We'll repaint the ship when we get back to port," the captain said calmly, and gave the order, "Begin maneuvering."

Is this a consolation for my first time being shot? I smiled.

My ship moved within the harbor, and the chance of being hit was greatly reduced, but from then on the Poles never pointed that small mountain gun at me again.

Yeah, let’s take care of the land first.

My bombardment continued, and huge 380-caliber shells exploded one after another on the fortress, but as I judged last time, my main gun's elevation angle was not enough, so the results were few. In order to save the life of the main gun, I stopped the main gun and only left the secondary gun. Unfortunately, the secondary gun's elevation angle was enough, and the shells could draw an arc and hit the top of the fortress, but the power was not enough to penetrate the top of the ammunition depot, which did not hurt the fortress.

In the distance, the returning aircraft group came back

Chapter 34: Battle of Danzig (Part 2)

"The bombers are coming back," I said

"Oh, then the airport should be destroyed," the captain said calmly.

The threat from the air was gone and I felt relieved.

At this time, most of the gunfire on the peninsula stopped, but the battle in the main fortress entered a white-hot state. The sound of artillery and gunfire continued from early morning to noon without stopping. Because the distance between the two armies was too close, my ship's guns could no longer pour out as I wished. Coupled with the geographical advantage of the Poles, the situation was developing in a disadvantageous situation for us. The soldiers' heroic charge was repelled again and again, leaving a field of corpses. The casualties were even more severe than in the early morning - even the commander of the commando was seriously injured, and the command was temporarily transferred to the captain.

I can't bear to watch it anymore, I suggest

"Captain, we can't go on. The casualties are too great. Let's withdraw first."

There is a hospital in the city of Danzig, but the number of casualties since the war began is so great that the small hospital cannot accommodate so many wounded. Some of the wounded who are not in danger of life were urgently transported to my hospital. Now there are many wounded and medical staff sitting in my restaurant, which is used as a temporary field hospital.

"Tell the front-line troops to retreat first." At noon, the captain finally gave the order. He looked very unhappy. He did not expect that this fortress would be so difficult to attack in the later stage. A few machine guns actually stopped more than a thousand people for such a long time. The most troublesome thing was that my ship's guns could not hit at all. Fire support was useless at this time.

The army withdrew, morale badly damaged.

"Lindmann, don't stop the ship's gunfire, not for a moment," the captain ordered coldly, then he turned to the army's liaison officer and said, "Don't stop your field artillery either."

"Yes" they said in unison

"Captain, I have nothing to do on the bridge right now. I'll go to the restaurant to see if I can help the military doctor," I asked. I felt that the military doctor was busy all by himself.

The captain looked at me and nodded, "Go ahead."

I came to the restaurant and heard a heart-wrenching groan at the door.

"Ah - my leg!" A soldier howled while holding his broken leg, in excruciating pain.

"Military doctor, is my hand still there?" a young man who was still childish asked blankly while looking at his left hand which was wrapped in a ball.

When I saw this scene, I couldn't help but feel sad, even though I knew they sacrificed themselves for the country.

A smell of blood mixed with the smell of earth hit me in the face. I subconsciously blocked it with my hand, but it was useless. The indescribable strange smell still arrogantly penetrated into my nostrils.

"You, give me the hemostat, idiot, not this one, that one is the hemostat!" The military doctor yelled at a soldier, and the recruit was stunned and stood still. But the wounded's condition did not allow any delay.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself. You hold pressure on his wound! Hurry!" The military doctor glared at him.

He lowered his head and walked quickly towards the medical cabinet.