Bismarck

However, Bismarck's answer finally surprised everyone...

"It's useless!" Bismarck shouted, and it was as if a huge cat-like ghost had appeared behind her. As she kept muttering, she passed on the pressure of paying attention to the enemy situation to everyone: "Infrared tracking tracks heat sources... The smoke screen can only conceal our position, but it can't conceal the temperature of the chimney exhaust smoke..."

"We are sailing at full speed, and the exhaust temperature of the chimney is over 500 or 600 degrees... Infrared sensors can detect the temperature even through a wall! So the smoke released... is completely useless..."

Frustrated, Bismarck looked at the direction the missile was coming from—500 kilometers per hour, or 8,300 meters per minute—and now more than two minutes had passed! That meant the distance was only 15 kilometers!

"What? Is it that powerful?!" After hearing this, the calmness on everyone's faces finally disappeared. Several people asked in unison, "What should we do now?!"

"It seems... only something with a higher temperature can lure them away... They are only a dozen kilometers away from us now, and they will arrive in less than two minutes..."

Bismarck said this, but the remaining few people looked at each other in surprise. They were only less than two minutes away, and although they still had time to turn around, if these guys could follow...

Except... the high temperature...

But what could be hotter than the hundreds of degrees of boiler flue gas? And it has to be readily available...

There was even a silly and cute Eugen who asked weakly, "Um...sister, sister...pour some oil, light a brazier or something aside, and lure the missile away...is it too late..."

Well, this girl probably thought of some kind of towed bait or something like that - after all, the sisters had used this thing in the Battle of Gibraltar.

However, hearing such a silly question, Bismarck, the elder sister, and Top, the captain of Eugen, immediately covered their foreheads together...

"Silly girl... A warship several hundred meters long - even if we are facing the enemy head-on, we still need at least one huge fireball..."

"Burn a brazier... Where can I get such a big brazier... Besides, there's only a little over a minute left, how can I light such a big brazier!"

but……

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously...

"Instant ignition? High temperature? Several hundred meters in size? Signals sufficient to cover a warship?" Lütjens thought about it, and in an instant, he thought of something!

"Bismarck! Tizi! Eugen! I have a solution - use the muzzle flash of your main guns!"

As Lütjens slammed the table, the two captains of the three ship girls immediately looked in the direction of the commander...

"Eh?!"*5

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The missile can fly 8300 meters in one minute, and everyone started racing against time in this last minute - although they didn't know whether their commander's idea was feasible, they didn't have time to think about anything else now...

"Everyone! Attention! Follow the order! Action!"

"Zeppelin, follow Bismarck's right rear!"

"All deck anti-aircraft gun crews, push the anti-aircraft shells into the magazines and evacuate - try to intercept with anti-aircraft guns first, if that doesn't work, use the main guns to spray fire to interfere with... that... infrared guidance head..."

"Front and rear main turrets, all turn to the left! Keep the muzzles level! All eight main guns in order and ready to fire in sequence!"

"Raise the ammunition silo! Increase the propellant for the main gun - no warheads! Just propellant! A strong charge of propellant!"

"Execute immediately! This is an emergency order!!"

One order after another came out of Lütjens' mouth and was passed to the mouths of the ship girls. Then, the radios on several warships automatically broadcast one order after another without wind - at the same time, the main guns of the warships also began to rotate slowly.

In addition to the Bismarck, the gunners and fire controllers of the battleship Tirpitz and the cruiser Prinz Eugen all looked at the inexplicably automatic main turret on the dashboard, glanced at each other, and smiled bitterly.

The captain was not on board, and he did not issue such an order, nor did he allow such an operation. But... the warship started moving on its own...

"Well, it looks like those 'girls' are up to something again..."

"Gunner, this is the turret... The turret is turning automatically. Do you want to follow the instructions on the radio and load the main gun with the high-charge propellant instead of the shells?"

The turret commander's somewhat confusing voice came through the intercom, but the one who answered them was the gunner's impatient voice: "Of course I will do it! This is not the first time! The higher-ups must be sending out 'evil spirits' again. Do you know what our ship is called? Hey, hey? What are you doing? Execute the order immediately! - Hurry up! You bastard!"

"Ah... OK, OK! We'll do it right away..." The turret commander who was scolded didn't dare to talk back in front of the gunner. He hung up the cover of the mouthpiece angrily, looked back at the sailors who were looking forward to him, and waved his hand unhappily: "I heard you all! Get to work now!"

In the command tower of the Bismarck, the Persian cat, the hamster, and the twin-tailed Eugen all sensed that the high-charge propellant bags had been stuffed into the gun barrels by the sailors, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief...

"They finally did what they were ordered to do..." Bismarck felt a little relieved and said to the captain.

Feeling extremely troubled, Tirpitz curled his lips with an unhappy expression: "If those sailors don't take action, I don't mind performing a show in front of them of how the propellant moves by itself..."

"Is this... useful?" Eugen glanced at Top weakly. Top looked at Eugen and then at Lindemann, and shook his head: "I don't know... I hope the commander's imagination is useful..."

"Don't say you don't know. If the propellant is sprayed directly without loading shells, it can spray out a fire dragon with a temperature of more than 3,000 degrees, a length of several hundred meters, and a duration of nearly ten seconds!" Lütjens spoke calmly, but drops of cold sweat oozed from the corners of his eyes: "This is the only solution I can think of. Now we can only try our best - Tirpitz, continue the electronic interference! And Bismarck, how far are you from us?!"

"Only five kilometers! Thirty-five seconds at most!!" Bismarck was also staring at the direction of the anti-ship missile with a cold sweat on her face - her anti-aircraft guns had been aimed at the direction of the anti-ship missile, but for this kind of "small target", she had no idea at all!

"Use the smoke generator to generate smoke! Open fire to intercept!" Lütjens ordered. It was said that there were several camera guides among those "fan jian dao dan". Although I didn't know what they were, I thought they were very powerful. So let's generate the smoke first...

"Smoke, smoke, understood! Bismarck's anti-aircraft guns are now starting to intercept!"

Anti-aircraft guns firing bombs or something like that... Do you really think she is the so-called Phalanx Gatling gun? Besides, even in the "later generations", the reliability of such things has always been questioned...

Now, we can only hope that the more powerful 37mm anti-aircraft gun can be used as a last resort...

Seeing the target fly into the range of the 37mm anti-aircraft gun, Bismarck, who had no hope, still operated the 37mm anti-aircraft gun with the magazine loaded and started shooting. Prince Eugen and Tirpitz on both sides of her also started firing. The concentrated tracer bullets pulled out a trail of smoke in the sky to weave a fire net, which looked quite spectacular, but as you can imagine, the result was that there was no hit! The seven or eight winged, weird-looking anti-ship missiles, relying on their tiny size in the fire net, brushed past almost all the bullets, and still glided towards them under the gravity of the earth! Even Bismarck, Grapes, and Eugen could see that these guys were indeed automatically adjusting their flight trajectories! Except for a few unlucky guys who were interfered by the jammers and could not grasp the distance and height, the other few with optical or infrared lenses all flew steadily towards their direction!

(PS: The electromagnetic waves of electronic interference will definitely expose the direction, but the distance cannot be measured, so the trajectory cannot be calculated, so the hit rate can be basically ignored)

As the anti-aircraft guns with loaded magazines made a "clicking" sound when the empty chambers were hung up, Bismarck, who was watching the missiles flying closer and closer, had no time to think about anything else...

"Main guns fire! Sailors, get out of the way!"

Bismarck's warning and the buzzer warning signal before the main gun was fired sounded in the four main turrets. However, the sailors who had finished reloading had already stood in a position to avoid the impact of the recoil of the main gun's tail - in the next second, the eight main guns of the four main turrets began to fire in unison!

The electronic fuse ignited the propellant at the brass base, and the strong charge, which far exceeded the normal charge, began to burn violently in the barrel! Without a shell blocking it, the high-temperature and high-pressure gunpowder gas rushed directly into the barrel and out of the muzzle, forming eight high-temperature fire dragons one after another on the side of the warship with billowing smoke!

The temperature and pressure of the ablation even made Bismarck feel a slight pain in his arm - but fortunately, without the shells, although the ablation was fierce, the pressure was not too great.

But... the effect is indeed obvious!

In Bismarck's eyes, in addition to the radar-guided missiles that were like headless flies, and the optical warheads that seemed to have no guidance ability and still kept flying in a straight line but with a ridiculously large dispersion, the most dangerous infrared missiles all turned their directions in unison and rushed towards the fire dragons that were rising one after another and had not yet dissipated! In Bismarck's surprised and happy eyes, one anti-ship missile after another flew past the warship and finally smashed into the blue sea, turning into a series of powerful but harmless water columns!

"Success! We succeeded! Captain, your method is amazing!"

There was a sudden burst of jubilation in the command room of the Bismarck battleship.

Seeing the Persian cat and Eugen who had successfully avoided the attack, they jumped and laughed with joy. Tirpitz curled his lips, but took Lindemann's arm and leaned against him, as if the relaxed little hamster had finally found something to rely on.

Top clenched his fist, his face full of excitement. Even the usually serious Lütjens slightly raised the corner of his mouth, but looked at his secretary cat - this new weapon called "Fan Jian Dao Dan" is indeed a threat. If you are caught off guard, you might really suffer a loss!

It was all thanks to my secretary. Although I don't know how she knew how powerful this thing was, now that she knows, it won't be so easy to use this weapon to attack me in the future...

At the same time, on the Zeppelin aircraft carrier behind the fleet, Zeppelin, who had been looking serious because he heard that the new weapons were not susceptible to electronic interference, now relaxed and looked at the tall water columns that had not yet dissipated...

"Bismarck once said that guided weapons may become the mainstream in the future..."

"I have to find a way to get some new weapons in the future... I am the only aircraft carrier in the fleet. If I don't get some weapons, I won't be able to rely on my old capital in the future..."

"Besides, this time, the defense of the Bermuda Fortress is too strong. Even Bismarck and Tizi will have a hard time hitting it with guided shells... Maybe I can think of another way?"

Thinking of the new weapons and Zeppelin couldn't help but look in the direction of her ammunition depot - since she set sail from the Socotra Island Garrison until now, she hasn't had many opportunities to use her aerial bombs and aerial torpedoes, so they are still full now!

"Come to think of it, it seems that the weapon the Americans are using this time is... just a bomb with a glider attached to it, and then a set of control devices added..."

Looking at the round bombs in the ammunition depot, thinking that those fortresses were just regular bunkers instead of covered turrets or gun holes, and thinking about the principle of guided weapons that he had caught a glimpse of before, Zeppelin's usually cold eyes turned, and his face was full of thoughtfulness...

(PS: The fire control principle of a thing like the Phalanx is to track the difference between the trajectory of the artillery shell and the target and make corrections. This directly determines that during each interception, most of the shells fired in the first 70% of the time are wasted - each interception consumes an average of 180-200 rounds of 20mm APFSDS tungsten core armor-piercing shells, but the first 150 rounds are basically used for measurement and correction.

At the same time, the theoretical effective range of the 20mm Gatling gun is only 1500 meters, and the direct range is only 500 yards, or 457 meters. If we take into account that 70% of the time before each interception is used for trajectory correction, it means that the actual interception distance is about 1/4 of the theoretical range, which means that in theory most intercepted missiles can only hit at a distance of less than 500 yards - at such a close distance, even if it is detonated, the explosion shock wave and fragments of the warhead can damage the hull, not to mention that it may not be able to detonate.

For example, the United States conducted an experiment in 1978 to intercept the "Walker" guided bomb with a Phalanx weapon. Although it hit three or four bombs, it failed to detonate the guided bomb. Instead, the Phalanx weapon and the experimental target were completely destroyed in the roar of the bomb explosion...)

Chapter 711: I, Zeppelin, the Missile Pioneer

"What?! Lütjens appeared northeast of Bermuda?!"

In the office of the First Sea Lord in the Admiralty in London, Marshal Cunningham, Tovey, who had just returned to the naval base in the Irish Sea and then flew directly back from the base to report the situation, and Warspite were all shocked by the communications staff officer who came in to report the situation!

The three people looked at the communications officer with their six eyes, but under such an aura, the communications officer just nodded, and after confirming that the situation was correct, he continued to report the situation report conveyed by the Bermuda base...

"At 11 o'clock in the morning, the allied forces at the Bermuda base dispatched all the aircraft that could be dispatched, and even hung all the 'Bat' anti-ship missiles that had just been transported in for actual combat environment testing on them, without leaving a single one..."

The communications officer, who had said this, found that several naval leaders were looking at him expectantly. But amid the expectant and hopeful eyes of these leaders, the communications officer shook his head slightly and continued in a low voice: "...Unfortunately, sir, the missile attack failed...Yes, except for the 20 missiles that were shot down along with the plane before they could be launched, the rest, whether radar, infrared, or optical remote control...none of them hit the target, all missed the target..."

"In this air raid, Bermuda suffered heavy losses in its aircraft... Now, apart from the reconnaissance aircraft that can only deal with submarines, the few fighters and bombers deployed in Bermuda have lost their combat effectiveness... Now, apart from the artillery and a group of American light warships, there is no other combat power there. We are sending a telegram to request reinforcements and emergency combat guidance..."

As the communications officer finished reading the telegram, the three people looked at each other in bewilderment, only to find that, except for himself, the other two people also had helpless faces. However, the helpless faces of the two men and one woman put together formed an organic molecular formula that should be written as CH3-6(CH2)-COOH (octanoic acid) in the standard chemical spelling method...

Last year, they destroyed the Gibraltar Fortress, and more than half a year ago, they took El Alamein. Just over half a month ago, they also destroyed the Cape of Good Hope Fortress... Including Bermuda this time, this is already the first fortress to be ravaged...

Theoretically, a naval fortress that could not be taken down by a single fleet was treated by this bastard Lütjens as punching the Nanshan Nursing Home and kicking the Beihai Kindergarten! Now, looking at the Allied main fleet that has been beaten down to only a few cats and cats left, how can one not feel sad?

With a wave of his hand, Cunningham sent the communications officer away.

"Cunningham, what should we do now?" Tovey gritted his teeth, looking unwilling: "We don't have a main fleet in Canada now, and my Anglo-American joint fleet is on the mainland. Far water can't put out a nearby fire, and according to our alliance agreement with the Americans, that place belongs to the Yankee (American) defense zone..."

"Don't look at me, I'm desperate too..."

Seeing Tovey gritting his teeth and unwilling to accept the result, War-weary felt bad too - Hood was just a girl, she was gone just like that... Then he thought about how Cunningham actually listened to Wyatt's weird judgment that the German ships were going to attack Canada, and War-weary, who had a bad temper, couldn't help but secretly reached out and pinched Cunningham.

Cunningham frowned immediately, then smiled bitterly...

Although that area belongs to the US military's defense zone according to the agreement, I can only give some advice, but my wife is going to settle the accounts, so how can I not take the blame...

"How about we just blow up the oil depot in Bermuda?" After thinking about it, Tovey's eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity. But he was surprised to find that Cunningham on the other side was so scared that he broke out in a sweat after hearing this! Even the warlike battleship HMS Contempt remained silent and shook his head slightly...

"What's wrong? The oil depot there can't be blown up?" Tovey didn't understand: "Isn't the oil depot just a hundred meters away from the airport? But after all, there is a small trench between them. Besides the airport being unable to take off and land, the fire can't reach the airport, right?"

"Wait! Could it be...?!"

As Tovey was talking, he suddenly thought of something and his whole body shook.

"You're right, it is indeed..." Cunningham glanced at his old friend, with a subtle expression on his face as he smiled bitterly.

"Uh……"

Tovey, who knew his own situation, didn't dare to say anything, so he just shut his mouth and pretended to be expressionless...

In fact, although there has long been a legend about the so-called Devil's Triangle, the Bermuda Islands are actually a sea paradise with a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery, except for the occasional hurricane attacks.

In the early wild times, there were indeed a large number of pirates who relied on the local cypress resources to build ships, plunder and smuggle for a living. But starting in the late 18th century, this place gradually became a famous tourist destination.

More importantly, not only does it have a pleasant climate, but it is also isolated overseas, which is conducive to confidentiality, and the political and social order are relatively stable. At the same time, there is no regulation on foreign exchange transactions. Therefore, since the late 19th century, it has gradually become a world-renowned offshore trading center and ship registration center - it is the world's third largest international financial hub and one of the top three tax havens in the world, and it is also one of the top three ship registration centers in the world.

A large number of corporate headquarters and "high-class people" live here, and even the exchange rate of Bermuda's local currency is equal to the US dollar!

And because of this, this place is still a lawless place.

(@Some Banana Port…)

If this "paradise on earth" where a bunch of big bosses live together was blown up by those soldiers with a bag of dynamite just because of rumors about a few "evil spirits", you can imagine how angry these self-proclaimed elegant guys here would be at such an act that is like burning a crane to burn a piano...

Such behavior of wasting the "legal enjoyment" of these taxpayers can easily arouse the anger of the economic (Ben) community (Jia).

By then, no matter you are an admiral, a naval marshal, or even Prime Minister Churchill, you probably wouldn't dare to speak in front of these big bosses...

Maybe by then, there will be many people who will yell at you in person, saying things like, "You've polluted the lives of us upper-class people!"

Not to mention, the defense of the Bermuda Islands is now jointly garrisoned by Britain and the United States - it takes two to tango. Even if we want to blow up the oil depot, we have to get the consent of the Americans.

But... the social environment of Americans over there is almost the same as mine...

"Forget it, Bermuda isn't that easy to deal with. Lütjens should be running out of gas soon anyway."

With that kind of self-consoling mentality, the final result can only be to "suggest" the defenders to consider blowing up the oil depot "as a last resort", nothing more...

Atlantic Ocean-----

"Make a few more of these things and tie them to the center of gravity of the bomb... then hang the bomb on the plane..."

In Zeppelin's hangar, the pilots and ground crew of the GR-186 wing were all looking at in confusion some things that looked very much like hang gliders that their instructor and wing commander had taken out from somewhere.

What is this?

(Because the aircraft carrier was at the end of the formation and a little far from the battlefield, the pilots, with their mortal eyes, didn’t see what the “missile” was…)

"Um, according to Bismarck's name, this thing seems to be called... 'Fan Jian Dao Dan'..."

After all, he had only just heard Bismarck shout this, and it was the first time he had read this "word" that was completely different from the German pronunciation. Even Zeppelin couldn't help but feel tongue-tied.

"Instructor, is this thing useful?" Rudel jumped out first: "Is this thing the...FANJIANDAODAN...? Why does it feel like it's not as accurate as when I throw it myself..."

After hearing Rudel's words, some other pilots and ground crew members looked at each other in bewilderment.

After all, this is too hard to understand - just add a glider to a bomb? How can the accuracy be guaranteed?

"Don't worry, this thing is definitely more accurate than what you throw!"

Zeppelin seemed to have expected this, so he just smiled slightly and took out a tail assembly with movable surfaces from behind him: "I forgot to mention, there is actually this thing! This is what controls the flight posture of that...what...anti-ship missile."

A group of pilots and ground crew who didn't know the truth came over and looked left and right, but they didn't find anything special about this thing - even the movable surface of the tail wing was just pulled by a very simple connecting rod, and there was no operating mechanism at all!