Bismarck

Even in order to accommodate the soldiers who were clearing mines on the anti-aircraft gun positions, the grapes mainly used 150 flares, the range and brightness were not enough - but don't worry, the density is enough! Anyway, at night, as long as there is a gap between their fleet and the British army,

If we pull out a few sky lanterns from such a position, it will be difficult for the optical fire control to aim!

Even Bismarck's deputy gunners had begun to take out flares from the ammunition depot and started to imitate Tirpitz, playing the game of setting off fireworks and lighting sky lanterns - not only lighting sky lanterns, but also chaff shells lying aside and not used!

Moreover, Grapes has not given up its old business - minesweeping!

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"Damn it, what the hell is this!" Seeing the radar station and optical observation equipment in a mess, Sir Riddle punched the wall in anger.

After all, even though electronic jamming had been used at this time in history, the scope of knowledge was still very small, and there was no systematic concept of electronic warfare. Although Sir Riddle was a British Army general, the Governor of Gibraltar and the commander of the fortress garrison, he only knew a little about this...

"This... I heard from people in the Air Force that this seems to be called electronic jamming..." Summerville was from the Navy, and as a technical branch closely connected with the Air Force, he knew something about it.

"I know it's called electronic interference!" Sir Riddle was frantic. "But what I want to know is, why don't they have any problems? Why!"

You know, electronic interference had always blinded both sides, but the current situation is that the Atlantic Fleet is completely fine!

Sommerville was speechless...

The only explanation is probably that the opponent is a KanColle or something like that.

But the main problem now is that the two German battleships are still attacking...

"Don't worry about whether he interferes or not. What should we do now? How long can the minefield we set up in the strait last? Can it last until Tovey arrives?" Sir Riddle was so anxious that he turned around two or three times and then found Samoville and asked.

"Don't mention the minefield. Since they dare to come here, they should be able to find and even clear our mines!" It would be fine if they didn't mention mines. As soon as they mentioned mines, Samoville was furious. In the Battle of Dunkirk last year, wasn't it this Tirpitz that led the almost very weak German Navy destroyers to sweep across the entire Dunkirk beach? !

The first night raid was said to be the result of negligence of duty by the troops who laid the mines. However, after repelling Tirpitz the next day, the Air Force and the Navy urgently dropped more than 200 mines on Nieuwpoort, but it was still useless! Except for more than 10,000 lucky ones who managed to transport the mines, the rest of the 400,000-man army was basically wiped out...

So with the previous experience as a lesson, Samoville laid more than 2,000 mines in Gibraltar, but he was not confident at all...

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In front of Tirpitz, who is lazy about trouble but brave enough to stir up trouble, and who has a heart like Yukikaze who is eager to protect everyone, the British side has become a complete mess...

The radar completely failed, and the backup optical observation system was originally incapable of long-distance observation in the face of wind, rain and such heavy fog. Moreover, under the special care of Tizi, a string of flares exploded between the British and the German Atlantic Fleet, just in time to cover the observation angle. In the pitch-black night, these lights that were close at hand became the best camouflage for the German fleet in the dark night in the distance. Now, whether it was a warship or a gun turret, the front of the optical sight was full of flares, and even the fire from the muzzles of the main guns of the two German battleships could not be seen...

The Tirpitz minesweeper, which had become completely addicted to the game, threw all kinds of flares and chaff bombs at them like they were free. Whether it was a fortress or a fleet, everyone had a share, and no one was left out.

But... this has nothing to do with grapes...

"Tirpitz, you pay close attention to the situation on the sea. Bismarck will be responsible for the attack, and now it is up to you to discover and clear the mines..." Lindemann said with a smile while touching Tirpitz's soft pink long hair.

"We are at a disadvantage now. We will have to deal with the British artillery and fleet and avoid the direct fire area of ​​the artillery, so we will definitely turn right and focus on clearing the mines in front of Bismarck's right side. The larger the clearing area, the better. The more open the area, the better Bismarck can exert its firepower. Do you understand?"

As for simple repetitive work such as launching jamming bombs, it had long been handed over to the gunner of the Tirpitz.

The feel is so good, I can't stop, what should I do? Waiting online, very urgent.

However, Tirpitz quickly helped him make a decision. Tirpitz, who had been staring at his hand, suddenly grabbed Lindemann's hand with lightning speed and bit it.

"what--"

A scream.

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The British deployed thousands of mines here, but in front of the ship girls, this did not have much effect. In fact, the three ship girls have seen the distribution of the mine array clearly - although the Strait of Gibraltar is very narrow, it also has an area of ​​nearly 300 square kilometers!

The biggest use of mines is actually their deterrent effect. Thousands of basically invisible mines would be a nightmare if they were to run into them randomly - even a minesweeper would be terrified. Not to mention that these mines are under the cover of the heavy artillery of the fortress!

But in front of the ship girl...

It's just that the Zeppelin electronic jammer is a protected target towed behind, and the distance is too far; and Bismarck is responsible for outputting firepower. When the main gun is firing, people cannot stand on the anti-aircraft gun position, so the main job of minesweeping is done by Tirpitz... That's all...

But in front of the three Bismarck sisters...?

Lindemann was leaning comfortably on the captain's seat next to the steering gear on the bridge, with his legs crossed on the dashboard, and he looked very calm.

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"Tsk, isn't it just that there is a mine every 300 meters on average..."

On the bridge of Tirpitz, Tirpitz stood diligently behind the searchlight, and then kept shining the light on every corner of the sea.

Whenever a searchlight illuminated a place, artillery fire would immediately follow, and then a violent explosion would occur a few seconds later.

Those that were farther away - mainly those that might hinder Bismarck's activities - were covered one by one by the fire of the 105mm gun she operated, while those that were closer to her were destroyed one by one by the 37mm and 20mm anti-aircraft guns.

Mines were discovered one after another and were blown up one after another by 105mm and 37mm guns. Some recruits found it strange, but the veterans and officers who had served during the Dunkirk period were no longer surprised.

The situation was the same as last time. They passed through the dense minefield unscathed, even more agile than a destroyer.

"It's okay. You will get to know the secretary on our ship in the future. He is so awesome." The veteran comforted the new recruit.

"A-choo." Lindeman, who was sitting in his chair, suddenly sneezed. Why did he feel a little cold?

When I looked back, I found that the heater next to me had been turned off.

"What? Is there something wrong with the heating?"

"No, Captain, it's still fine here." The deputy captain was stunned and asked curiously.

"Tirpitz!"

Seeing the British artillery shells turning from fierce and fierce to indiscriminate, even though he had expected the consequences, Lütjens, who was sitting in the chair, was filled with emotion.

This is the power of science. They mastered this technology early, and the lagging party could only be beaten.

"Captain, Tirpitz sent a message. Lindemann said they will prioritize clearing the mines in the left front to make room for our artillery fire!" It was not until Bismarck came to report that Lütjens was brought back to his senses from his out-of-body state.

"Hmm? Has it been cleared?" Lütjens looked at the situation marked on the nautical chart and had a rough idea in his mind...

After calming down, the commander of the German Atlantic Fleet began to give orders: "Lindemann did a great job! That's it! Order: Battleship Bismarck, attack with all your might while they are in chaos! Hit their battleships first! - It would be best if their battleships were forced to withdraw from the battle within 20 minutes. Do you have the confidence?!"

"Don't worry, Captain!" Bismarck nodded confidently: "Even with so many new equipment, they are still blind. If I can't beat them, I really won't go out!"

"Well, now you go to the plotter and mark our position and the safe sea area, I'll take the helm!" The captain also stood up, and stood in front of the steering gear while tightening his military windbreaker. "Attack with all your strength! Hit the battleship at the head of their formation - they can only passively follow the flagship now, so as long as we destroy their flagship we will win!"

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

Bismarck saluted neatly, and then eight rounds of the latest CRH8 armor-piercing shells with Ijuin fuses (which would explode regardless of the thickness of the armor) and the tail tracer tube removed (for concealment) were loaded into the gun barrel under the will of the Bismarck battleship... In the dim sea fog, only the barrel of the Bismarck reflected the dim reflection of the distant flares...

The wind, rain and thunder in the sky had stopped, but the thunder on the sea had just begun! The British were completely blinded by electronic jamming and optical ECM. The shells fell far away, but Bismarck's firepower was not affected at all. Under the cover of optical-electromagnetic wave comprehensive interference, it began to switch from a passive state to effective shooting!

The rain of bullets instantly covered the lead ship of the British H Fleet Battleship Division, the Barham. With an accuracy of less than 8 yards at 510 meters and a powerful kinetic energy of 21 meters per second (the new CRH90 armor-piercing shell with better speed retention performance), it dived down with an effective killing distance of about meters against battleships with an angle of less than degrees! ! Although the Barham battleship instinctively wanted to retreat, how could such a slow-moving World War I battleship avoid the hail of shells...

In less than three minutes, the Barham was hit by three 380mm armor-piercing shells and struggled to hold on in the rain of bullets. Although she also had eight 381mm main guns, and her sister ship Malaya behind her had the same firepower, the 381mm shells she fired back basically fell into the empty sea...

In this battle, victory or defeat is no longer determined by who has more firepower on paper!!

The so-called information war is about the deaf and blind having no human rights...

Although Zeppelin just said that she seemed to hear Bismarck mumbling on the WIFI: "In fact, the deaf can also hear the dumb say that the blind saw love..."

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All British radar stations are equipped with...

"…Electricians! Maintenance! What happened to the radar?! Can you please give me some information?"

"I don't know, sir. There's nothing wrong with the radar, but it just stopped working..."

"Try switching to the backup frequency?"

"...changed, but it's no use, sir. Our 271/272/273 radars, 281 radars, 282 radars, 283 radars, 284 radars, from meter waves to centimeter waves, radars in several frequency bands are now unusable..."

"...Damn it! The Germans are still firing...Is there any working radar?"

"Now only the 279 radar can still work properly!"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and use 279 to send the fire control data?"

"But...but, sir, 279 is not accurate enough, and it's an anti-aircraft radar..."

"...I@＃￥…￥＆……, can someone go ask the guys at the optical observation device what's going on?"

"Yes!"

However, next to the optical observation instrument...

"Damn it, my eyes still hurt, I can't see anything..."

"Gunner, are you okay? Smith, please take over the observation for the gunner!"

"...But, the sea is full of light, and I can't see anything clearly..."

"My eyes are fine. I just need to rest. But...Oh my God! The Barham was hit again!...What on earth is going on? Why can't we see anything clearly, but they are fine..."

"How come we are like this and they are fine? This is not fair! This is not fair play!!"

"I don't know... Could it be that... the guy in front of us is not a human?..."

Fear began to take root in the British fleet...

ps: Recommend a novel ~ "After Humans Disappear"

Chapter 394: Bloodbath in Gibraltar

Under the continuous bombardment of flares, the entire optical aiming system was close to collapse. All the fortress guns were pointing at the places in front of them in confusion and firing randomly, hoping that a shell would hit the target like a blind cat catching a dead mouse.

But the probability of this happening was too low. Water kept splashing in the distance, but it did not hit the advancing Atlantic Fleet.

Bismarck watched the shells flying above his head almost indifferently.

Through the fog, the flash bomb was blurred by the fog and became something even more difficult to distinguish. Even the command center of the Gibraltar Fortress was in a state of shock, and they didn't know what to do.

An opponent who doesn't play by the rules...

"Commander, what should we do?"

This is not a solution. If we drag it on any longer and the Germans break out of the minefield, there will be nothing to stop them!

The staff members were in a hurry.

However, they were anxious, and Somerville was even more anxious, but he had no choice!

Who can tell him what he can do without radar and optical aiming!

The command center fell into silence.

At this moment, they were all looking at Summerville, and his decision now would affect everything that happened next.

Somerville felt like he was in the center of a storm, feeling the calm before the storm—that was because everyone was silent, even their breathing was hushed.

However, such silence brought more pressure.

Finally, he unclenched his fist.

"...Call the battleships to retreat, and let the light cruisers continue to guard the exit of the minefield. Hold out as long as possible..." Summerville sighed helplessly, stood up and grabbed the microphone of the radio and was about to give the order himself...

but...

What Summerville, Riddle and the officers of the entire command never expected was...

As soon as the radio was turned on, a deafening noise came out: "Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah..."

Wtf?

Who can tell them where this sound comes from?

...Well, maybe it wasn't noise, it was just a little too loud... Everyone covered their ears, especially Somerville who was standing at the front of the shortwave radio. He was almost scared to death by the song of Hallelujah.

Seeing Summerville's look, the radio soldier hurriedly turned off the radio. Summerville, who had finally recovered, turned down the volume to the minimum and changed the channel - this time there was no Hallelujah, but a blues song instead.

And even if I look bad, I still love you...

"What the hell is this?" This time, without waiting for Summerville to take action, Riddle, who was furious, rushed forward and turned on the switch of the microwave tactical radio on the other side, which was on a completely different frequency band.

This is finally fixed now!

The song this time turned out to be even more ominous: Requiem…

The sad music suddenly echoed in the headquarters. Even in the silent headquarters, the music that sounded a little "eerie" could be heard. Coupled with the dark, windy, foggy and rainy night outside, and thinking about the witch legend that Somerville had talked about so seriously before, everyone in the headquarters was at a loss as to what to do and could only look at each other helplessly.

What should you do if you have a hamster that is addicted to causing trouble?

Urgent, waiting online...

"Who among you has a solution?!" Summerville hung up the radio and ordered with a grim expression, "Someone, send out my order!"

A few experts then gritted their teeth and ran over in small steps.