Bismarck

After all, we all deal with airplanes, and we can see at a glance that this thing is just a hang glider for a bomb.

only……

"Instructor, this is a joke..." Several people shouted, "This thing has no operating mechanism, how can it be operated?"

"That's right... Can this thing be solved by magic?" Some guys even started to tease Zeppelin: "Hey, instructor, you are not really a devil crawling out of hell, and you want to use magic to control this thing, right?"

When Zeppelin heard his subordinates teasing him, he immediately got angry: "If I were a devil, I would put you in a magic circle and refine you alive! I wouldn't even let you talk here!"

However, Zeppelin's anger had no effect. When the guys below heard this, they actually started to make a fuss on the spot:

"Ah... the instructor admitted that he is a devil, God, help me~"

"Shut up!"

Looking at this bunch of people, Zeppelin had a headache - it seemed that ever since the time Bismarck forced him to wear a swimsuit that made him blush just thinking about it now and then dragged him out for a beach barbecue, he had been teased like this in front of these bastards a lot.

More importantly, the principle of that thing is indeed hard to explain... There is no problem for the ship girl to control her own large-scale ammunition, but is she really going to say in front of these guys that she is really an "evil spirit" or something?

If this is true, how can I save my face...

Zeppelin really wanted to overturn the table in front of him, but considering his icy image, he restrained himself and endured it.

However, seeing the guys below with either curious or mischievous eyes, Zeppelin had a headache and had to cover his face with his hands behind him again. Somehow a box appeared out of nowhere and he said, "So don't think too much. I'll take care of the operating mechanism. You just need to make dozens of these things and install them on the bombs before three o'clock in the afternoon, and then hang the bombs on the plane for me - do you understand? If you understand, then get to work!" As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and unreasonably sent away the group who had not had time to continue making trouble.

I have to chase it away, because the so-called "remote control set-top box" is actually empty... If some idiot or tech geek comes and really wants to get to the bottom of it, I won't be able to open it myself...

Fortunately, when the group of people below saw me like this, they just laughed and dispersed.

Although the instructors are usually very strict, the barbecue at the beach last time was really impressive. Those blushing faces... ahem, many pilots felt that they needed to let off some steam.

In the empty hangar, only Zeppelin was left, fuming with anger:

If she had known this would happen, she would not have worn that swimsuit to the beach barbecue.

This dead cat is all her fault.

The Persian cat, who was being nagged by Zeppelin, suddenly sneezed several times for no apparent reason.

The Persian cat immediately went to look for cold medicine in the drawers... Strange, why did she catch a cold?

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June 1942, 6, 9: p.m.

"Northeast! Radar detected a fleet of aircraft! It's the German evil fleet! They are really coming!"

As the radar soldiers reported in the base command center, shrill alarms began to resound in the sky above the Bermuda base - some people even claimed that they saw a group of small black dots with faint white lines in the northeast direction with a large telescope in the sky when the sun was already setting!

On the fortress turret that had been prepared in advance, the fortress artillerymen who rushed to the gun positions quickly tore off the rainproof cloth and muzzle plugs covering the heavy artillery as if it were daily training. At the same time, one shell after another was dragged out from the ammunition depot in the underground bunker and neatly stacked in the ammunition storage points around the reinforced concrete preset gun positions!

Behind these forts, on the "tail" of St. George Island on the side of the airport, engineers also began to pull up wires in the oil depot area - for safety reasons, the plugs of electric detonators would not be plugged into the preset explosive packs until just before the explosion. But as long as this last step is completed, if the situation is not right, just press the switch!

On the other side of the oil depot area, the airport was also busy - although the aviation force of the Bermuda airport was not strong, and it had suffered heavy losses in the previous air raids, and all the missiles had been used up, but the several Allied fighter planes that had been on standby at the airport for a long time also took off one after another at the sound of the alarm - even though there were no bombers that could take off at the Bermuda airport now, and there were only eight P-40 fighter planes left, but in the face of a powerful enemy, these dedicated war eagles had to fulfill their final duties as soldiers!

And in the distance on the other side of the oil depot area, outside the coral reef on the left side of the Bermuda volcanic archipelago, on the pale blue sea, ten white waves, six in front and four in the back, were cutting through the surface of the Atlantic Ocean under the blade-like steel bow of the light battleship!

The US Navy's four heavily armored light cruisers CL-50 Helena, CL-40 Brooklyn, CL-46 Phoenix, and CL-49 St. Louis, equipped with 15 six-inch main guns, and six American destroyers, led by the DD-407 Streeter, equipped with four torpedo tubes and sixteen torpedoes, were on high alert. Although these warships combined are unlikely to defeat even one evil warship in a head-on combat, now that the enemy is almost out of ammunition and food, these maneuverable light warships, under the control and cover of the artillery, can break out from the side of the German ship and attack from both sides, and it is completely possible to wash the deck with the terrifying firepower density of the heavily armored light cruisers!

After all, being attacked from both sides is something that even a ship girl cannot afford! And this time, the Bermuda Fortress has a great chance of winning - not to mention that the reinforcement fleet will arrive around night, as long as they can hold out until the fuel of the evil fleet on the opposite side runs out, then they will be sure to win!

Even if the fortress cannot be defended, as long as the oil depot is blown up, they will be inherently invincible.

Therefore, this time the Allied forces are still very confident in their defensive operations.

only……

Although there was nothing wrong with the idea and deployment, the opening remarks of the evil spirit fleet this time were far beyond the expectations of the allies...

The sharp-eyed Allied fighter pilots discovered before the battle that the German fighters seemed to have dropped something before engaging their own fighters - although now they no longer had the time and energy to pay attention to what was dropped. Because in the next second, the German fighters, which had an absolute numerical advantage of more than two to one, rushed forward under the command of the Edelweiss Witch and fought with the fighters they were driving.

There was nothing much to say about this, but just a few minutes later, the roar of the explosion resounded twenty kilometers behind the battlefield in the sky!

"Airport report! The runway was suddenly bombed... It's now impossible to land!"

"Padget Island Battery Report! The two 15-inch main guns on our battery were destroyed... What? You ask me what destroyed them? How the hell do I know what that thing is!"

"Report from the light cruiser Helena! We were also attacked! The St. Louis, Phoenix, and two destroyers were severely damaged... Yes! Some of us saw it clearly! It was definitely a missile attack!"

"Yes! That's right! It's a missile! It's the missile we escorted this time that seems to be called 'Bat' - I'm still doubting it! Did you leak the secret somewhere?"

"We were also attacked by this thing... That's right! It's a missile... This damn thing has a 100% hit rate!"

"Oh, God!"

"Missiles?! Nonsense! ￥! ＃￥＆*...Ah!! How could these damn German bastards have missiles!" Upon hearing that they were under missile attack, the entire combat plan in the Allied Bermuda Command suddenly became Spartan!

The Germans had never used this kind of thing before! How come the thing that I just used in the morning and didn't hit anyone actually fell on my head in the afternoon? ! Could it be... that Satan really appeared and gave this thing to these "evil spirits" urgently? !

And the fucking missiles were used to clear the way! Missiles were used to clear the way! The evil spirit battleships hadn't even come yet, but our airport had been bombed, the artillery position had destroyed two fortress guns, and the garrison fleet had lost four ships!

In front of the missile path pioneer Zeppelin, the Allied commander felt that he was in great bad luck today.

The three major misfortunes in life are being unable to get down to the ground, being unable to speak, and being unable to make a sound. I have experienced all of them: none of my missiles hit the target, but a bunch of missiles suddenly appeared on the opposite side, and the hit rate was 100%. What the hell?

In the sky, many German pilots were also dumbfounded when they saw the Bermuda Islands in the distance and the warships on the sea beside the islands that were emitting thick smoke.

Especially those who had sung the highest notes in the morning, they are all dumbfounded now.

"This... Where did you get this thing, instructor? It's amazing!"

Rudel was flying his FW-190 fighter-bomber and was speechless.

"Don't be distracted during the battle, or you'll be shot down!" Zeppelin snorted coldly, and then continued to push the accelerator in his hand: "Everyone listen up, quickly pack up their planes, and then follow me to strafe the ground targets!"

"If you get shot down, I won't come to rescue you!"

"Ah...yes!"

The pilots' confused responses were heard over the radio. Their tongue-tied and unbelieving tones were so strong that even the usually cold and serious Zeppelin couldn't help but smile a little.

These brats also have times when they are speechless.

Now you know how powerful this is, right?

Chapter 712: Falling out

Looking at the messy hangar and the thick smoke rising from the direction of the artillery position, the anger in the Allied command post almost broke through the roof of the bunker - both the British commander and the American commander were now very angry.

The evil warships haven't arrived yet and this place has been blown into this state!

"What should we do now? We can't hold on like this!"

"Let's just do it once and for all. Let's blow up the oil depot right now! They won't be able to take anything!"

The commanders were very clear-headed and naturally knew Bismarck and the others' ultimate goal. When they realized they could not hold on, they immediately decided to destroy everything they needed.

"Then...what about 'those people' on the island?" Some people were still a little worried.

"What time is it now! How can I control those idiots who can only give orders?" Another person shouted, which was particularly deafening amid the rumbling of artillery: "We are soldiers! We are not babysitters for those social parasites! The most important thing now is to prevent the evil fleet from getting the oil! If it explodes, it explodes!"

"I agree! The evil fleet hasn't arrived yet, so we should blow it up now to avoid any more trouble!"

"But..." Some people still expressed some concerns: "If we blow up now without even seeing the evil spirit, it will be difficult to explain the post-war summary and the quarrel with the reporters afterwards..."

Besides, his statement also made sense, so it was quickly echoed by some people:

"That's right! ... And have you forgotten? The oil depot is in the mountains, and there are several residential areas at the foot of the mountain. The residents there have not yet been evacuated. If the oil flows down the hillside, it will catch fire... Moreover, if we blow up the oil depot without even seeing the evil spirit, we will be accused of cowardice and refusing to fight and go to the military court... I think it's better to evacuate the people first, and it won't be too late to blow up the oil depot after we see the evil spirit, right?"

"But if that's the case, won't it be too late?"

"It's not that scary. It will take time for the Germans to destroy our artillery..."

"But if our military control committee were to relocate the residents, those 'adults' wouldn't buy it, right?"

The Allied headquarters was arguing for a while, but no consensus could be reached for a while. Until a voice sounded at the door of the headquarters...

"Stop arguing!"

A middle-aged civilian with blond hair, a mustache, handsome appearance and noble demeanor walked in, surrounded by a group of people. However, when they saw him coming in, the entire headquarters, whether British or American officers, stood at attention in a moment, and then respectfully and uniformly saluted: "Hello, Your Excellency the Governor!"

These British and American officers had no choice but to show such respect to him, and even addressed him as Lord, because the Governor in front of them was a true aristocratic family.

Edward George William Tyrwhitt Knollys, 2nd Viscount Knollys, is a hereditary nobleman! Born into the 1399-year-old Knollys family. The first patriarch of this family, Thomas Knollys, was the mayor of London in , and was one of the only two nobles in the British House of Lords at that time. The subsequent heads of the family and even the children of the branch families were all important officials of the royal family. Although Edward Knollys in front of him was only a child of one of the branch families, even this branch family was personally conferred by King George V, an absolute hereditary nobleman! He can also occupy a place in the real "traditional" upper class society in Britain.

You know, among the British nobility, apart from religious forces who enjoy aristocratic status, the hereditary nobility is the real core of the British upper class that values ​​"family background" and "tradition"! There is even a joke that even if a life noble is a prince, his actual status is not as good as that of the lowest-ranking hereditary baron among the hereditary nobility.

Seeing the awe-inspiring gazes of the Allied officers in the headquarters, the face of Viscount Noylis, the Governor of Bermuda, did not fluctuate. The restraint of the hereditary aristocracy made his face look no different from usual when facing a powerful enemy! But such reserved indifference at this moment could infect the soldiers in the headquarters and make them feel a little more at ease.

After all, the Governor is a civil servant and is not afraid of evil spirits, but we are all military officers...

"Hello, everyone. I won't waste my time on polite words. With the enemy at hand, it is my duty to defend our territory. What's the situation now?" The Viscount returned the salute. Although he was still indifferent, he asked directly.

Looking at the highest-ranking person in the entire Bermuda Islands, the Allied officers looked at each other and then began to report to the Governor:

"Well, it's like this..."

"In other words, the evil spirits are too powerful. You are afraid that the oil will be stolen, so you plan to blow up the oil depot. At the same time, you are worried about the consequences of blowing up the oil depot, and the local people have not been evacuated yet, right?" After listening to the report, Viscount Noiles pondered for a while and then spoke.

"Yes, Governor, what do you think?" The officers looked at the Governor - no matter from which angle, they had to listen to the opinions of this civil servant and the highest person in charge of the archipelago.

Besides, maybe His Excellency the Governor has some good ideas?

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Edward Noylis spoke slowly in his usual reserved and aristocratic tone: "I'll find someone to take care of the transfer. As for you, just blow up when necessary, set fire when necessary, and use a scorched earth policy when necessary... In addition, you'd better have the artillery positions prepared with armor-piercing incendiary bombs and high-explosive incendiary bombs. If blasting alone is not enough, wait for them to come over to grab the oil, then use incendiary bombs to bombard the oil depot and burn them to death!"

Although Viscount Noylis's tone was still indifferent, it was full of vicious plots...

Although it was June and the battlefield was tense and tense, even those officers who hated the enemy to the core suddenly felt a chill...

ps【"Assassin's Creed: Origins" will also launch an "exploration mode". In this mode, players do not need to fight, but simply visit and appreciate this great civilization, and learn about the culture and history of ancient Egypt. The game will also provide dozens of guided tours made by historians and Egyptologists. From this, it can be seen that Ubisoft has indeed put a lot of effort in historical research. They regard this game as a carrier for spreading culture and knowledge to players, not just a means of entertainment. 】

At first I just wanted to write a cute story about Kancolle, but after Big Sister joined, it really became a part of history. Well, she and I are probably writing with the mindset of the origin now, not just about Kancolle.

I hope it's well written.

Chapter 713: Oh my god, the ship girl has come ashore to fight a land battle!

The airport was in chaos with thick smoke and blazing fire. The Allied officers and soldiers were running around in a panic under the scolding of the officers - some were putting out the fire, filling the craters, mixing quick-drying cement, preparing to lay steel plate components for the runway, and some were holding fire axes and driving cranes to rescue planes in the ruins...

At the same time, next to the bomb crater of the airport, where thick smoke and raging fire were billowing, the fire-fighting team was busy running around, but no one noticed that in a corner next to the bomb crater, there were two square pieces of metal painted in German gray that were slowly disappearing - the disappearing pieces of metal were turning into the bodies of two girls that were gradually emerging.

One of them is a German Persian cat in battleship gray and waist-length blonde hair. The other one is wearing a tight black outfit that should be majestic and domineering, but with pink hair and a lazy and cute look, her image has directly turned into a nerdy hamster...

The captain and the main body were about to arrive. In order to prevent the British from blowing up the oil depot in desperation, the captain arranged for several ship girls to take off a few pieces of broken iron from their bodies, hang them on the bombs as a means of transmission and positioning to "summon evil spirits", and then drop them before the bombs hit the ground. For some reason, the shrapnel after the explosion did not have a positioning function, so the guided bombs had to drop these pieces of broken iron before the explosion.

Moreover, in fact, Eugen was also the one who tied the scrap iron to the "missile" this time. However, considering that the Prinz Eugen needed to transport the Marines to land, and the kind-hearted little rabbit was indeed not suitable for the cruelty of the battlefield, the considerate cat and mouse sisters did not let her come along.

After all, as the elder sister, I should bear the cruelty of the battlefield myself...

Bismarck emerged and picked up the iron piece of Eugen, who was not visible on the ground, and put it in his pocket. Then he looked around at the first moment - well, fortunately, because this is a corner on the edge of the airport, the ground crew and pilots who were busy outside did not notice that there was a cat and a mouse next to their base.

But at this time, the lazy hamster has already started complaining:

"Sister... it's just the two of us going to rob the oil depot... it feels so troublesome... ouch!"

Before the whining little hamster could continue complaining, he was hit on the head by his sister.

"Keep your voice down, don't let them find out... If we don't come, are we going to have to wait for them to blow up the oil depot?" The blonde Persian cat whispered to the lazy sister who was covering her head, while secretly poking out his ears and eyes from his hiding place, continuing to observe the movements outside.

However, the little hamster that was hit by her had a bit of a (→_→) on his face, and even tugged at her sleeve:

"I say... Sister, don't we have 'feelings'? Why do we have to be so lowly to stretch our heads to look... Besides, as long as we become invisible, they won't be able to see us, right?"

"Uh..." Bismarck suddenly felt that what he said made sense, but he was speechless.

But now there was no time to say anything else. The cat and mouse sisters, who had been hiding, came out from the corner, passed through the busy airport, ran across the bridge over the small trench, and ran towards the oil depot on the hilly road.

Time passed by minute by minute, and several small black dots appeared on the sea and sky in the distance, slowly heading towards the island. In the northeast corner of the airport, the five artillery batteries closest to the captain and the two girls had already been destroyed. In addition, the other four 381mm fortress guns with an effective range of more than 381 kilometers had already raised their gun barrels high and roared! The main body of the German warship on the sea in the distance also burst into flashes without showing any weakness.

Colorful tracer bullets, clusters and clusters, danced back and forth in the sky like meteors! But this was a torture for the cats - although within the range of vision, they could still guide their shells to attack the targets locked in their "perception vision" like guiding their fingers to make movements, but this could still be considered a distraction. The straight-line distance between the airport and the oil depot was less than 400 meters, but behind a "trough" nearly 200 meters wide, there were some small hills more than 10 to 20 meters high, full of villas, which made the curve of the road twist and turn.

The oil depot is located at the top and back of these hills. As for the way up the mountain, there is only a winding path from the airport on the Bismarck side to the bridge on the island. Even if the cat house can pass through walls, in such terrain, it will take a long detour to reach the foot of the oil depot area.

Bismarck had to watch the road while guiding the artillery fire in another direction. He wished he had three heads and six arms. Grape, who was afraid of trouble, was even more impatient.

After all, this kind of multitasking, and continuous distraction, is really a bit of a burden on the brain...

Moreover, when Bismarck and Tirpitz ran here, they saw administrative officials with police and army, shouting some notices with the loudspeakers on the police cars, directing the residents of the surrounding villa areas to evacuate - although the houses here were beautiful and elegant, and those relocated "residents" all looked like rich people.

But there was no time to care about these things now. Bismarck, who had to do two things at once, felt a pang in his heart when he saw the residents evacuating - it seemed that the British were really going to cause trouble for the oil depot.

Bismarck hurriedly dragged Grapes behind him and ran up the Oil Depot Hill along the not-so-steep mountain path in two steps!