Bismarck

When he ran to the top of the hill, the Persian cat, who was a little out of breath, looked through the wire mesh at the oil depot area and saw that it was indeed the case! Beside a dozen huge oil tanks, engineers were plugging wires into bundles of pre-installed explosive packs - there was no doubt that they were electric detonators!

Bismarck suddenly became anxious.

"Raisi! They are going to blow up the oil depot!"

"I see. I know. We can't let them blow up, right?" The anxious Grape nodded vigorously and followed the electric wire. Bismarck, who was worried about her, followed her. Soon, in a bunker shelter with several light and heavy machine guns and ammunition boxes, the little hamster found the real leader of this group of people: several officers and several engineers, who were guarding a radio station on one side and holding a switch box with a T-shaped push handle on the other side, which was connected to the electric wire and powered by pressing.

Obviously, this is the headquarters of the engineering blasting team.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Bismarck suddenly asked.

The British fell down before they knew what was happening.

In front of the hidden cat and mouse sisters, the only "reaction" these people could make was a few muffled groans before death.

How could a mere flesh body possibly withstand a ship weighing ten thousand tons?

After knocking down several officers and soldiers effortlessly, the hamster took a pair of wire cutters, cut the wire with a snap, and clapped his hands with a look of disgust: "Really, isn't this the end..."

Bismarck looked outside the bunker and saw the engineers who were still inserting detonators into the explosive packs. He felt a little unsafe. "Should we kill them too? They are engineers. They must have a way to detonate the explosive packs in a different way, right?"

"This is really troublesome...destroy it, destroy it..." Tirpitz waved his hand.

Seeing a black smoke rising above a fireball in the northeastern direction of the artillery, the little hamster immediately guided another round of artillery fire after cutting the wires, destroying a fortress artillery with an impatient look on his face, then grabbed a light machine gun next to him and rushed out with gritted teeth. Seeing her sister so impatient, Bismarck could only smile bitterly, grabbed a light machine gun and rushed out - although she was not worried that this girl would be hurt by these engineers, but her sister was so impatient when encountering things, it was always a bit...

They couldn't hide their machine guns, so they simply showed up and rushed out. As a result, just as they went out, they happened to run into a team of demolition engineers passing by in a hurry.

The British soldiers were stunned, looking at the two girls holding machine guns.

But the Iron Cross medals they wore soon revealed their identities.

"Germans! Evil spirits!" an officer shouted.

The machine gun in Tirpitz's hand opened fire immediately. The hamster's fighting ability was still good. It took away a small team of engineers in an instant - because the British counterattack had no effect at all, the clanging sound was just a tickle.

Fortunately, the gunshots were covered by the sound of artillery fire and were not exposed.

suddenly!

"Demolition team! Demolition team! Are you ready? Another one of our artillery positions has been destroyed! Hurry up... Hmm?! Answer me! Demolition team, why don't you answer me?!"

A voice with an obviously impatient Welsh accent came from the microphone on the side, and when Bismarck, who had already rushed to the door, heard this, his face changed a little.

Those British engineers killed by him and Ti Zi certainly could not reply, which meant that his side had been exposed!

"Tizi, we are exposed. Let's get rid of the engineers quickly and prepare to attack their reinforcements!" Bismarck ignored the microphone that was still yelling, and rushed out with a machine gun while shouting at Tizi on the WIFI.

While her mind was racing, a round of artillery fire from her main body was about to hit her, so she had to spend some energy to guide her shells to fall as close to the British heavy artillery positions as possible - as a ship girl, she could sense her own shells and the flight trajectory of her shells, so she could control the timing of the shelling guidance.

But… even though it only takes a few seconds each time, it still takes a bit of time and attention! And the number of times is a bit too much…

Bismarck even suspected that if he continued doing this for too long, he might become schizophrenic...

However, what Bismarck, who rushed out to join the battle, never expected was that in just a few dozen seconds, something that neither she, Tirpitz, nor Lütjens had expected happened...

A round of artillery bombardment, a sudden round of artillery bombardment, from the southwest of the island, from the deepest several artillery batteries in the Bermuda Islands harbor, smashed towards the oil depot! When Bismarck and Tirpitz, who were already overwhelmed with the task of dealing with the British engineers and guiding the artillery bombardment, discovered something was wrong, 381mm, 234mm, and even 152mm armor-piercing incendiary and high-explosive incendiary bombs had already exploded into balls of fierce fire in the oil depot!

The shells that penetrated the walls and roof of the oil depot released ultra-high temperatures of more than 3,000 degrees under the combustion and explosion of thermite charges. Combined with the fuel and air stirred up by the blast wave, it easily ignited the originally viscous, solidified, and difficult-to-burn heavy oil! The burning heavy oil was also releasing intense heat energy, melting the surrounding viscosity, and spreading blazing flames everywhere from the breach of the oil tank! The billowing smoke that followed immediately enveloped the oil depot area in a black cloud of smoke! The rolling heat wave, with its ultra-high temperature that could melt even steel, turned this dark cloud of smoke into a sea of ​​fire!

Bismarck and Tirpitz were caught off guard and were immediately engulfed in the sea of ​​fire!

ps: The sight of Tirpitz charging forward with a light machine gun in his arms always looks so cute.

Chapter 714: Roasted by Fire

Bullets rained down like a meteorite rain, and the shock wave from the oil tank explosion ravaged the entire oil depot area. The powerful explosion even made the earth tremble!

The safety distance of dozens of meters between the oil tanks was no longer able to withstand the dense rain of bullets. The whistling shock wave brought out the scattered tank fragments, just like a cannonball, continuing to expand the ruthless damage to the already scarred oil tanks! The fire demon laughed wildly and waved the raging fire whip crazily. After the oil gushing out of the scarred tanks was ignited, it brought up red explosions and fireballs all over the oil depot area, dyeing the entire oil tank area red!

The blazing flames were like the claws of a demon, waving high into the sky, and sending up huge swathes of thick smoke that covered the sky and the sun, turning the originally sunny blue sky at 4 p.m. into a pitch-black darkness! In the pungent suffocation and high-temperature heat waves, streams of ignited oil emerged and flowed downwards, just like the legendary river of fire burning at the bottom of hell!

The entire sky was completely dark, and in the dark smoke and dust, all life was annihilated - this was a hell where no life could survive.

Under such indiscriminate and brutal bombardment, the engineers who had not yet evacuated were already in this hell on earth, with resentment and anger, being torn into a pile of charred flesh by shells and fire. Even Bismarck and Tirpitz, who were caught off guard, were unable to stand steadily in the violent explosion, and then were thrown to the ground by the shock wave with flames and high temperatures. When the two of them finally climbed up from the state of rolling into a ball, the only colors they could see were blazing fire and billowing black smoke...

"Sister... this is..."

Tirpitz stood there in a daze, not knowing what was happening, staring blankly at the dark sky that had instantly turned fiery red.

There was already a flowing sea of ​​fire under her feet.

Aren't there British people here? Why did it suddenly explode?

Tirpitz was horrified as he looked at the corpses burning around him.

"It's the British! They fired their own artillery and blew up the oil depot... Ugh..." Bismarck gnashed her teeth and didn't finish her words. She groaned and felt a sharp pain in her elbow. The front deck of her main body, which was 20 nautical miles away, was hit by a large-caliber fortress shell. And the shock wave of the explosion seemed to have stuck her No. 1 main turret.

This is not possible!

Bismarck clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and twisted his arm with all his might. After a crackling sound, his arm was able to move, but the pain was so severe that he even cried. The main load-bearing bearings of the battleship's turret structure were pressed underneath by the 1200-ton weight of the turret, so unlike tanks and even cruisers, it would easily get stuck if misaligned.

Although as the soul of the battleship and a trained soldier, she could adjust her "joints" by herself, and even if she was out of combat, she didn't need to do anything, the sailors could just use a few jacks to "correct" it and it would barely recover. But... she didn't want to experience the feeling of almost dislocating her elbow and then twisting it back again.

"Sister? Are you okay?" Seeing Bismarck covering her elbow in pain, Tizi couldn't help but feel a little anxious and panicked, and quickly hugged Bismarck.

"I'm fine...but..." He wiped the corners of his eyes, and the tears were evaporated completely in the hot wind blowing from the fire as soon as they came out.

Bismarck looked around. Although the shelling of the oil depot had been temporarily stopped, the current battlefield situation was already too grim to be optimistic!

The ship girl's feeling told her that only five minutes had passed since her captain had directed her and Tizi to bombard the fortress turret just now - that is, at four o'clock in the afternoon. However, she and her sisters now only had the last two hours of fuel. And so far, including the previous Zeppelin missile bombing offensive, only four of the thirty-five large-caliber fortress guns on the opposite side were destroyed. Now, among the five turrets in the northeast corner of the Bermuda Fortress, there were still two 381 fortress guns in the first layer of enemy firepower points, which continued to fire at her and Tizi's main body.

Compared to the artillery battle over there that was gradually reaching a stalemate, the situation at the oil depot here was even more desperate. The oil depot that was originally the target was actually destroyed by direct artillery fire from the Allied forces who had no idea what was going on.

Now the cruel and fierce fire has trapped herself and Tizi in the oil depot! Under the blazing temperature of thousands of degrees, she can feel that even with the same defense as her body, she still feels a little overwhelmed in this fire that is as fierce as a steelmaking furnace. After all, even though she and Tizi are both tens of thousands of tons of steel battleships, the temperature in this fire is not much different from that of a steelmaking furnace.

Although steel is a very hard material, it will quickly lose its strength at high temperatures.

I have only been in this high temperature for a few minutes, but I feel like I can't stand it anymore. Looking at my sister beside me, Tirpitz is also holding his head and breathing heavily, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, you're not a human, so stop pretending to breathe so heavily, okay?" Bismarck patted Tirpitz's shoulder.

"But it's really uncomfortable." Tirpitz said aggrievedly. She was standing next to the fire, and of course, so was Bismarck.

"I know, we need to leave." Bismarck nodded.

Not to mention the scorching heat of over a thousand degrees, the massive consumption of oxygen and the suffocation from the thick smoke alone could kill a person directly. Fortunately, neither she nor Tizi were human, so they could still barely hold on in the fire.

Before he could think about anything, another wave of heat rushed over! A steel oil tank next to him had been softened by the high temperature. The steel tank that could defend against 20mm machine gun fire was as soft as paper under the high temperature. It slowly tilted and tilted, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound. Streams of oil seeped out from the cracks on the tank, forming a river of flames, flowing and joining the ranks of the Burning Legion!

Bismarck, seeing the bad situation, hurriedly dragged Tirpitz away from there. And just a few seconds after the two of them ran away, the oil tank that was originally tilting a little bit and was already tilted like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, suddenly collapsed in an instant!

The overturned oil tank instantly turned into a huge bright yellow fireball, and the splashing fuel was ignited, further expanding the explosion! The original hiding place of the cat and mouse sisters has now turned into a sea of ​​fire! The oil soaked Tirpitz's lower body and soon burned.

"Oh, it's hot."

Tirpitz jumped up like a burning match, leaped onto a pile of sand, and rolled over.

However, such a small amount of fuel could not burn her, so Bismarck ignored it.

The sea of ​​fire continued to flow down to lower levels, expanding the territory of the Burning Legion...

Looking at this scene, the little hamster was still frightened: "This won't work... Sister, what should I do?!"

"Let's lead the bombardment first. I'll contact the captain and figure out how to put out the fire first!"

Looking at the oil depot area destroyed by artillery fire, the anxious Bismarck gritted his teeth and looked unwilling.

Ten kilometers away, in Hamilton, the capital of the Bermuda Islands, on the balcony of an exquisite small building, Governor Edward Noylis was looking at the raging fire in the distance that had blackened half the sky. It seemed that he did not care about the losses from the shelling and the casualties of his own people.

After appreciating the beautiful scenery, the indifferent lord turned around and gave orders in a tone that sounded polite but frightening:

"Someone, tell the garrison that if there's anything wrong at the oil depot, keep bombarding it!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Watching his subordinates take orders and leave, Lord Noylis's usually indifferent face could not help but reveal a sneer that is unique to British gentleman style...

Evil spirit? Hey! So what if it's an evil spirit? Without oil, I wonder what else you can do!

Chapter 715: Forced into the Shallows

In the bridge of the Bismarck, Lütjens had a gloomy face, while Zeppelin, who was standing behind Lütjens, had an embarrassed look on his face. He stood there obediently, not daring to say a word, contrary to his usual calm appearance...

Because even Qiberin made a big mistake in this investigation, she now feels very guilty.

Previously, in order to collect intelligence as early as possible, Zeppelin's reconnaissance was dispatched at the maximum range, but... because the range reached its limit, and when it shot down an Allied reconnaissance plane halfway, and broke through the Allied fighter planes in front of the port, it engaged in air combat - and the fuel consumption of air combat is at least five to ten times that of cruising speed.

The result was that although the enemy plane was shot down, the efficiency of reconnaissance on Bermuda could not be thorough - if a thorough reconnaissance was carried out, the plane would not be able to return - although Zeppelin himself could teleport, under the premise that there were only a few planes left in the entire fleet, he could not waste a good plane like this...

The result of incomplete reconnaissance was that in the central part of Bermuda Island, northeast of the capital of the archipelago, Hamilton, there were three camouflaged artillery positions that Zeppelin missed at a quick glance and failed to find.

Four 234mm fortress guns and twenty-six 152mm fortress guns...this firepower is neither too high nor too low for the already difficult battle situation.

On the other hand, the nautical charts of Bermuda that we had previously received from China also had problems!

This is also a huge disaster.

This is a colony and offshore center of Britain and the United States. After World War I, Germany was in chaos again. Even if the mustache reorganized the Gestapo, the external intelligence work had just begun - and it was interrupted by the sudden outbreak of war after only five years. The German Navy was only a North Sea Navy at its peak before World War I, and its external hydrological intelligence collection work had no foundation at all. As for the Weimar Republic after World War I, a regime that lost its sovereignty, ceded territory and paid indemnities, and could only talk big against powerful countries all day long, with the morality of those hypocritical Junker warlords and greedy Junker chaebols, if they could really "revive Germany", would it be Hitler and the Nazi Party's turn to come to power? !

The final result was that although the Lütjens nautical chart provided by the Navy Department was indeed the latest edition of the military nautical chart published by the Navy Department in 1940 when the Navy was carrying out the mission of breaking up trade wars, a large area of ​​shoals and reefs in the northeast of the island, which is the entrance to the archipelago, were not marked at all.

I originally thought that the entrance to the Bermuda Islands was a fairly wide sea area, but in fact there were large areas of shoals and reefs. Only a very narrow channel along St. George Island could lead into the coral reef, and the entire line next to this channel was lined with artillery batteries!

Even the artillery batteries deep in the rear could block the only entrance and exit without any suspense - if Prince Eugen, who was preparing to assault with his marines, had not discovered that there was something wrong with the underwater terrain, it would have been really disastrous. If they really hit the reef, they would have been sitting ducks.

"This inaccurate intelligence is really fatal..." Lütjens put his hands on his hips, gritted his teeth and looked in the direction of the Cape of Good Hope Fortress in the distance where artillery fire was still going on and there was thick smoke. He was furious in his heart - accidentally, right in front of him, the front deck of the Bismarck battleship was hit by a shot!

Angry, Lütjens turned around and gave Zeppelin a cold look.

Zeppelin immediately lowered his head and looked at his toes without making a sound.

One should admit one's mistakes when it is time to do so, even if she is an ice queen. Facing the commander's anger, she could only remain silent.

At this moment, a fierce flame and billowing black smoke suddenly broke out from the Cape of Good Hope Fortress in the distance!

When the captains and ship girls on several warships saw this scene, they felt heartbroken - the British oil depot was blown up after all.

And more importantly, Bismarck and Tirpitz are now sneaking into the oil depot area.

"Sister Bismarck?! Sister Grape?! How are you guys?!"

Eugen, who was originally mapping the seabed topography, shouted anxiously and fearfully into the WIFI.

Fortunately, Bismarck on the island quickly responded, and the voice was not only on the WIFI, but also on the radio headset hanging on Lütjens' ear, and he began to report: "We are fine, but the oil depot was destroyed by the British's own artillery fire..."

"Forget it, you guys come back first and destroy their artillery..." Hearing the news that his ship cat and Lindemann's ship mouse were fine, Lütjens breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to call the Persian cats back.

According to his experience, a fire of this scale would take at least days and would require a heavy price to extinguish.

but……

"Captain, Tizi and I will continue to guide the bombardment, but we will not come back for the time being!" Bismarck's voice came from the headset. The originally gentle voice sounded stubborn at this moment.

"Tizi and I will try to think of a way to salvage some fuel!"

Hearing the determination of his battleship, even Lütjens was somewhat silent. His emotions fermented for a long time, but in the end he just said "hmm", nodded slightly, and agreed to Bismarck's request.

The report from the other side was disconnected.

Lütjens continued to look at Zeppelin and turned away unhappily.

Well, well, it’s true that one should protect his flagship since it was damaged due to a mistake, Zeppelin expressed his understanding.

Speaking of which, these British people on the other side are really determined.

I would rather adopt a scorched earth policy than leave myself here.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was ten minutes past four. We only had 110 minutes of fuel left.

Although Bismarck has begun to find ways to rescue fuel, given the severity of the fire at the oil depot... Lütjens is really not optimistic!

It seems that we need to think of other ways!

Gritting his teeth, Lütjens opened the nautical chart, grabbed a drawing pen and ruler, called the Prince Eugen himself, and asked Eugen directly about the topography of the seabed in this area.

Zeppelin was also very panicked and annoyed! No matter how he looked for objective reasons, it was ultimately because of his own inadequate investigation that not only led Bismarck and Tirpitz directly into the Flaming Mountain, but also caused the entire fleet to fall to this point...

Fortunately, her two sisters were fine, otherwise she, who was always serious, would really hate herself for the rest of her life.

Zeppelin clenched his fists.

The execution of the combat plan depends to a large extent on the error rate and tolerance rate, and there is nothing we can do on our side - after all, the entire fleet is now in a desperate state, which is different from the Battle of the Cape of Good Hope, where the fleet lingered in the nearby waters for two full days and had ample opportunity to verify the intelligence!

Zeppelin had lowered his head to his chest, his face full of annoyance, and he was trembling with fear as he waited to be scolded.