Bismarck

In such a narrow waterway, if Eugen loses power, it will definitely block the waterway.

But... Under the current circumstances, this is the only result I can pursue...

(Prinz Eugen was once severely damaged by a British aircraft torpedo in history - and that was an aerial torpedo with a much smaller charge than a ship-borne torpedo! In fact, throughout the entire World War II, no cruiser could survive after being hit by two torpedoes. Even a cruiser that was hit by only one torpedo had a high probability of being directly killed by one torpedo.)

"Eugen, do you have any solution?" Top gritted his teeth and said unwillingly, "Even if you can intercept it with artillery or even torpedoes..."

"This... let me try..." Eugen looked at the torpedo on the opposite side, which was less than two hundred meters away, with a bitter look in his eyes.

The deeper the torpedo strikes the warship, the greater the threat! The depth of the Allied torpedoes is at least three meters! Even her own 203mm shells have no confidence in their accuracy after penetrating to this depth.

The Allied torpedoes on the opposite side were charged with 350 kilograms of RDX, while her own torpedoes were charged with more than 180 kilograms - not to mention how confident she was in using torpedoes against torpedoes, just calculating the total of more than 600 kilograms of high explosives when the torpedoes of both sides exploded was no less than the explosive power of a high-powered mine, and such an explosive power exploding at a distance of 80 meters was tantamount to a disaster for Eugen's thin hull.

But... taking out your own torpedoes to gamble your luck with the opponent's torpedoes is at least better than being hit by a torpedo...

However, before Eugen, with a bitter face, could turn the torpedo tube, a gray-black fighter plane had already descended from the sky like a black lightning in the bloody sky under the setting sun! It rushed towards the most threatening of the two torpedoes on the side that was about to hit the side of the Prinz Eugen!

In the astonished eyes of Top, Eugen, Lütjens who was following behind, and Zeppelin in the sky, the aircraft, with the number 200 painted in bright yellow on its fuselage, shoot-down marks painted on it, and the number "" set off by a wreath on the vertical tail, just like his daily vertical high-angle sniping skills in air combat, plunged directly like a meteor into the blue sea of ​​the shallows of the Bermuda Islands in the Atlantic Ocean, and then in the next second, together with the most threatening white waterline, it turned into a violent water column with a roar, and gradually dissipated between the sky and the earth dyed blood by the setting sun!

Everyone was stunned at this moment!

In fact, when Eugen and Top were watching the pilot who sacrificed his life heroically to block the torpedo for themselves and turned into a column of water rising into the sky, they didn't even notice that another torpedo was just brushing past Eugen's stern.

It was not until two or three seconds later that Eugen heard Zeppelin calling the pilot's name in a heartbreaking voice on the WIFI that she came to her senses and remembered that there were still several torpedoes in front of her that needed to be "drilled"...

However, although it was very close, at least the most dangerous torpedo, which had just been struck from the side, would no longer pose a threat... Although, this result was paid for by the pilot whose name was called by Zeppelin, who died together with the most dangerous torpedo.

In fact, throughout the entire process, from beginning to end, the pilot did not leave even a single last word in this world!

The meteor turned into a column of water and dissipated between heaven and earth. It bloomed for that last brilliant moment at the cost of burning its own life.

While Eugen and Top, who had avoided the lightning strike, looked at each other in silence, the entire GR-186 squadron, including the Zeppelin, roared loudly on the Zeppelin aircraft carrier.

"MARCEYU!!!"

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The brutal battle and the running time did not stop because of the hero's self-sacrifice...

The torpedo fired from the bow of Eugen followed the previous wave of lightning strikes a dozen seconds later!

However, the two torpedo boats were launched in a hurry after all, and Eugen's bow was facing the direction of the torpedoes in front, and Top had already found a gap to evade, so this wave of torpedo attacks was no longer a threat...

Moreover, even more fortunately, all of these torpedoes were triggered fuses, rather than magnetic fuses that would suddenly explode and injure people at a distance of dozens of meters. Otherwise, the consequence of being sandwiched between several RDX with a charge of more than 300 kilograms would probably not be much worse than sinking the ship...

After dodging the four torpedoes that were flying towards them but had many flaws, Eugen and Top looked at the direction of the dissipated water column, feeling somewhat silent in their hearts...

Although the speed was increased, it only took Prince Eugen ten minutes to quickly wipe out the last remaining resistance of the British and reach the oil depot.

Seeing that the oil depot was close at hand, the sailors grabbed the fire hose and sprayed the burning oil on the shore and the water. On the other side of the Prinz Eugen, a small boat full of marines was lowered. They put on gas masks and started the small boat with an outboard engine, shouting the slogan "Revenge for the pilots" and speeding towards the oil depot dock.

However, although victory is now in sight, everyone on the bridge is no longer focused on this...

"Top...if we can go back, I want to visit the pilot's home..."

Eugen, with her twin ponytails hanging down, had tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Top, who was standing beside her, was saluting solemnly towards the place where the pilot died, and muttered:

"Yes, we should. After we go back, we should all go and visit his family..."

PS: Let me tell you a short story about the PLA Air Force 50 years ago...

The last question in the fighter pilot graduation examination was: How many shells does each cannon of the J-6 fighter have?

The trainee thought, isn't this easy? "Instructor, each gun has 256 rounds of ammunition!"

The instructor's face turned serious: "Wrong! It's 257 rounds!"

Student: "…257 rounds? But doesn't the flight manual say 256 rounds?"

The instructor looked at the student with a serious face and said word by word: "That's 257 rounds - if you run out of ammunition, but the enemy still poses a threat, then you and the plane you are flying will have the last round!"

Chapter 724: Swinging the field cannon and blocking the armor-piercing shells with the chest!

As pilot Marseille and his yellow No. 14 fighter plane turned into a comet and disappeared between the blood-red sea and sky, the Prinz Eugen finally broke through the last obstacle formed by the torpedo boats and demolition ships...

Just ten minutes later, the heavy cruiser, which had accelerated to full speed, ignored the narrowness of the waterway and, with the mentality of revenge for the sacrificed pilot, drove its hungry hull directly into the inner lagoon route of the Bermuda Islands, and began to suppress the shore with its firepower, while releasing small boats to transport the landing of the Marines.

At the same time, the headquarters of the Bermuda Fortress also received a report from the observation post through a dedicated telephone line:

"Report, our torpedo boat has failed...Prince Eugen has now rushed into the lagoon and is about to reach the oil depot dock...What should we do now?! Requesting tactical guidance, requesting tactical guidance!"

"Stop shouting, I've seen it - so calm down first!" Hearing the panicked tone of the almost frightened voice in the microphone, the Allied general in the headquarters shouted into the microphone and hung up the phone. But after that, watching the 200-meter-long evil warship on the sea in the distance heading towards the oil depot dock, the general also felt a pain in his ribs.

The Allied fortress headquarters, Fort St. George, was only 400 meters away from the sea. It was a small bastion the size of a palm, and it did not have any heavy weapons such as fortress guns installed. Especially now, looking at the heavy cruiser that was ignoring and swaggering past him, the Allied general felt as aggrieved as he could be...

"Where are the reinforcements? Contact them and ask when they will arrive?" the general shouted.

"Sir, they said that they will not arrive until midnight... that..." A staff officer nearby flipped through the folder in his hand, found a telegram and handed it to the general: "They said that we need to hold on a little longer and hold on for the 'last five minutes'..."

"The last five minutes?! Five minutes!" The Allied general was in tears as he looked at the steel monster on the sea less than a thousand meters away from Fort St. George, which was spewing flames and tracers from time to time and was getting closer and closer to the oil depot behind him. And behind her, there was an even bigger monster (LADY).

Seeing that the evil spirit heavy cruiser had already lowered the boat, he thought of the lack of fuel on the other side, and at the same time thought of the deployment of his own position. In addition to deploying some troops at the airport and the oil depot, the purpose of this deployment was to guard against the two most important locations where the other side landed! In addition, at the back of the oil depot, far away from the German ships and personnel, was the real main force of the defenders!

The firepower of the German ships opposite was very fierce. The Allied general turned around and looked in the direction of the oil depot - the sky was full of flames, even illuminating the dark red color of the sunset!

Seeing the smoke and flames all over the sky, the general felt a little relieved...

Because the location of the oil depot blocked the width of the entire island, it was impossible to pass through the oil depot from this side! Moreover, the main force on the main island behind the oil depot only used small boats to transport troops over little by little under the German artillery and aircraft fire! As for why a pontoon bridge was not built, it was because the pontoon bridge built before had been blown up by the artillery fire of German warships!

Considering the difficulty of building a pontoon bridge and the heavy losses caused by shelling, the only way to transport the weapons was by small boats. Fortunately, the heavy weapons had been transported there first, so now it was only necessary to transport personnel. With the large number of small boats and fishing boats in Bermuda, it was not difficult to transport personnel and light weapons!

Even so, the task is arduous!

The garrison troops must put up a fierce resistance at the cost of their lives before the arrival of reinforcements, and resist the landing attempt of the German evil fleet! However... as long as they can stop the other side's landing attempt, they have not lost!

After a long silence, the Allied general finally made up his mind out of his duty as a soldier!

For victory! For the British Empire!

The general gritted his teeth, made up his mind, turned around and ordered, "Pass the order, the troops near the oil depot will get into position immediately! We must not let them land again!"

"Yes! Sir!" The communications officer took the order and turned around, heading towards the communications squad. However, less than two minutes after he went down, the communications officer hurriedly ran out of the communications squad room...

"Report sir!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing! You are rolling and crawling, how disgraceful!" Seeing his subordinates like this, the general was furious on the spot. He glared and shouted, "Tell me, what's wrong?!"

"Yes... it's like this... Just now the front-line headquarters of the garrison said that they were ready to enter the position, but..." The signalman's face was also full of confusion: "But... when they were entering the position, they were blocked by two women wearing German military uniforms and carrying what looked like ship parts!"

"What?!" The general was stunned: "Two women!? What women?!"

"Yes, it's two women! But these two women are extremely strong and invulnerable to swords and guns. Our six-pound anti-tank guns and twelve-pound field guns that attack tanks have no effect on them... Now the vanguard battalion has been defeated by these two women..." The signalman also had a confused look on his face.

"What the hell is this!"

The Allied general was a little furious. He strode directly to the telegraph room and grabbed the phone: "...Hello? Front line?! I'm the garrison commander! Tell me! What happened just now!"

"Yes! Sir... Haah..." The frontline commander in the microphone gasped for breath, and the shock and disbelief in his words were even to the point of being filled with fear: "Those two German women are evil spirits, we can't stand them at all... They are invulnerable to swords and guns, and artillery bombardment has no effect... And as long as they wave their hands, I will be bombarded..."

"Is this the reason for your retreat?!" the general roared angrily, "There is no such thing as an evil spirit. If you keep talking nonsense, I will shoot you!!"

“But…but, they really are evil spirits…” The commander of the forward battalion shouted hysterically, his words filled with despair: “These two women, they walked directly out of the sea of ​​fire at the oil depot!!”

"This...this...how is this possible?!"

The Allied Army's zombies were completely frozen in place, with a confused look on their faces...

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The entire St. George Island, facing the lagoon, is a line of low but steep hills! Only at the southwest corner of the oil depot dock is there a slope for people to land. At a three-way intersection on the road next to the oil depot, there is a road that overlooks the landing point!

The British commander was no fool and had already deployed infantry positions in such a place - although he usually thought there wouldn't be any big problems here, the plan to build the positions had already been planned.

After all, it’s better to be prepared…

And today, the time has finally come for the position to come into play!

but……

With a nearly desperate gunshot, a six-pound anti-tank armor-piercing shell from the anti-tank gun hit the beautiful girl in gray clothes carrying what seemed to be four turrets on her back. However, apart from the sound of a bang, the woman on the opposite side, who was obviously not human, was unharmed and rushed towards the anti-tank gun - the anti-tank gun weighing hundreds of kilograms was like paper in her hand, and she just swung it up and smashed it everywhere!

The British officers and soldiers who were still doing their duty on the road were immediately beaten into a panic by her - the anti-tank guns that could penetrate tanks could not do anything to her, and the Rienfeld rifle in her hand was no different from a firewood stick...

"Damn it...let me do it!"

With two crisp "PIAT" sounds from the springs, two PIAT anti-tank armor-piercing shells were ejected from the launcher and ignited and flew towards the evil spirit or witch in front of them, but the witch on the opposite side didn't even bother to look at them and continued to kill everyone there - one PIAT directly flew more than ten meters away, and although the other PIAT luckily hit her, it seemed to have no effect after the explosion of the armor-piercing shell!

The British officers and soldiers were all dumbfounded!

PIAT anti-tank armor-piercing shells can penetrate 150 to mm of armor, but if that doesn't do anything to the enemy... I'm afraid it would take at least a mm howitzer to be a threat... But, where are the heavy artillery in the Bermuda Fortress now...

Oh my God, this is not halal!

Moreover, behind the gray-dressed woman who was rushing forward with the turret on her back, there was another woman in white, with a cold expression, and what seemed to be a flight deck model on her left shoulder, holding a light machine gun in one hand! This woman didn't seem to like rushing forward like the previous one, and even seemed to be hiding from anti-tank guns and field guns. But that didn't mean she was easy to bully - under the precise bursts of fire from the weapon in her hand, the British officers and soldiers, whether they were lying on the ground or hiding behind the bunkers, would be shot directly at by the machine gun in her hand if they were not careful and exposed even a little bit!

The British were completely depressed when they saw the two evil spirits whose beauty and temperament were proportional to their fighting power...

"Damn...what the hell are these two women?!"

"Is this... is this the legendary evil battleship Bismarck and the Edelweiss Witch..."

"Damn it, there are actually evil spirits in this world - I bet these Germans have definitely sold their souls to Satan..."

"The military chaplain said that we must defeat the Germans, but they... (clang) Ouch!"

A guy who was firing back while talking too much was hit directly by the flying wheel of the anti-tank gun.

Seeing the man being knocked down, the Allied officers and soldiers began to feel overwhelmed. Some even threw their guns aside, knelt on the ground and began to pray...

"Damn it... Is it really an evil spirit... God bless you, but... what should I do..."

"What should we do?! Of course we have to fight - look at the evil spirit in white behind us, she is a little afraid to confront our anti-tank guns! If you are still a man, don't sigh here!"

Seeing someone praying, a few brave men grabbed the frightened guys with disdain and yelled, then grabbed anti-tank grenades and blasting tubes and rushed out of the bunker, rushing towards the figure in white clothes standing behind with a gun and shooting continuously! While rushing, they shouted: "No matter if she is a witch crawling out of hell, brothers! Fight with them! - For God! For England! I... (bang!)... uh..."

Looking at the man who dared to shout "German shipman" to her face, Zeppelin behind Bismarck blew a puff of muzzle smoke from his gun lightly, his eyes gleaming coldly, and his eyes as cold as ice for thousands of years scanned the British positions opposite! In front of this evil spirit ship girl who could use a fighter plane as a sniper rifle, the British officers and soldiers on the opposite side still stood on the position to "respond to England's expectations for everyone", but they couldn't help shrinking their necks one by one...

"This is what happens when you have a dirty mouth!"

The proud Edelweiss was filled with cold anger at the moment! You know, Marseille had been her pilot since the establishment of GR-186, and he was one of the best pilots!

Before, she had been flying the Edelweiss in the sky for artillery observation. The plane had almost no fuel left, and now the landing was imminent, so she simply returned to her own plane, and then teleported to this side in an instant to join the battle!

Moreover, once a super ace like her starts to take revenge, she will always hit the target and save all living beings with one shot!

Although the British soldiers outside the fork in the road continued to shoot because of their large numbers, their calves were already trembling...

Behind the fork in the road, in the blazing oil depot, a bored pink-haired hamster was still squatting in front of the pump room, manning three water cannons, pouring water back and forth on the fire...

There was thick smoke and raging fire, and the terrain along the coast was not very good! So she had to clear some passages so that the sailors who were about to land would have a place to stand!

On the other hand, precious fuel can no longer be wasted.

You know, all my sisters are starving now.

only……

"Tsk... How boring..."

Looking at Sister Bismarck and Zeppelin at the fork in the road, then at Prince Eugen who was busy at the landing site over there, and then at the three water pumps in his hands, the bored pink-haired hamster smacked his lips and muttered a little.

However, she was not idle. After all, her main body and her captain Lindemann had now turned their attention to the sunken or stranded enemy warships on the shoal. On the one hand, even at this point, there were still a few Americans who were making a final symbolic counterattack. On the other hand, some fuel could be recovered from these cruisers and destroyers, right?

I just received a communication from the enemy that their reinforcement fleet will arrive here at midnight at the latest. Although the British reinforcement troops outside the oil depot were beaten badly by my two sisters, they still gritted their teeth and performed their duties. In addition, it is not easy to put out the fire. When the reinforcement fleet arrives at midnight, I don’t know whether I can control the fire!

Hamster told Lindemann, who only bullied him, about the communication he received. Now Lindemann reported it to his brother-in-law and commander, and also suggested that he should first extract the fuel from the stranded American warship and give it to Zeppelin, so that she could use anti-ship missiles to deal with the midnight wave of American reinforcements. After all, it is well known that the four main American ships are now in the Pacific Ocean, trembling under the ten aircraft carriers of the Imperial Japanese Navy. And now the United States only has old battleships to guard the homeland, and they can't run at all!

Therefore, it is basically certain that this wave of American reinforcements will consist of destroyers and cruisers at most, and there will be no battleships!

Since there are no battleships - especially aircraft carriers - if Zeppelin, the training maniac who flies planes all day and night to disturb people, uses anti-ship missiles to deal with such a group of guys without aircraft cover... there should be no problem, right?

The cranky little hamster rolled his eyes and continued to look bored at the three water cannons in front of him.

The Prince Eugen in the bay began to slow down under Top's command and Eugen's control, but it was getting closer and closer to the oil depot pier due to inertia! Small boats were launched one after another, and even the water guns on the Prince Eugen were under the command of Eugen and Top on the bridge, working together with the grapes in the oil depot to extinguish the flames of the oil depot.

On the other side, in addition to Prince Eugen's precise fire, there was also an evil spirit ship girl who had transformed into a rouge tiger, swinging hundreds of kilograms of anti-tank guns, and rushed directly into the British position along the road without dodging!

For a moment, the British position was filled with ping-pong sounds, and piles of soldiers in yellow-green uniforms and helmets were smashed into the air by the anti-tank guns! Even the British forward battalion commander, who was personally waving a pistol to supervise the battle, was kicked away by the excited Persian cat! Even the reinforcements that finally arrived from the rear had no time to deploy on this narrow mountain road, and were hit by the sudden barrage of artillery, and then they were smashed by the anti-tank guns that followed and broke their arms and legs.

Even though the British troops at the fork in the road fought hard, they could not withstand the consequences of these two perverts. Even the vanguard battalion, where even the battalion commander had suffered a comminuted fracture, had to begin its retreat.

At this moment, amid the hail of bullets at the fork in the road and the noise of the fire in the rear, there suddenly came faint cheers in German from the direction of the beach next to the fork in the road. Although the voices were not loud, even those who could not understand German knew the meaning of these faint cheers: