Bismarck

"Then it's settled, Rhine Daughter! The name of this missile is Rhine Daughter!"

An overjoyed Goering made the final decision and named the missile.

"The empire's skies need to be more closely guarded. Such a good thing must be put into production immediately! ... In addition, the 'Rhine Daughter' is only a high-altitude air defense missile. As a complement to this missile, we must develop medium- and low-altitude air defense missiles as soon as possible! Well, it would be best if this thing could be carried on a ship..."

Looking at the somewhat ruined city of Berlin outside the window, Goering, the imperial marshal, couldn't help but think of more.

However, before "thinking more", the Imperial Marshal, as a good "father", decided to give another big gift to a subordinate whom he valued and was as close to him as a daughter before the anti-aircraft missiles came out.

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It will take some time for the air defense missiles to go into production, but the first batch of cruise missiles, which were already developed a few months ago, has been produced.

The heavily guarded train drove into the dock of the Kiel Harbor Naval Base and unveiled the tightly covered tarpaulin on the wagon. Amid the sound of whistles, trumpets, and the sound of command flags waving back and forth, one meter tall, square, coffin-like, black painted boxes were carefully lifted out of the wagon compartment one after another.

The first batch of 1 anti-ship models of the "Vengeance 1" missiles (Vergeltungswaffe-1, abbreviated as V-) were towed directly from the factory to the Kiel Naval Base under the special approval of a marshal for "expedited delivery".

"Let's go, there's nothing to see!"

In order to keep it secret, the military police directly set up a cover in the unloading area and coaxed away the sailors who tried to gather together to watch.

However, as people who were certainly qualified to watch, several captains including Lütjens, with their secretary ships, came over with great interest to the mountains of missile boxes under the introduction of the commentator.

"How do I play with this thing? It shouldn't be too troublesome..." A pink-furred rodent stood in front of the big black box with its chin in its hand, looking at the stupid, black and thick creature in front of it with a confused look on its face.

"The radar and circuit of this thing came from your hands, and you actually said you don't know how to use it?" Lindeman looked at his pet mouse with a speechless expression, one big and one small in his two circle eyes.

"I just think it's very troublesome to guide the route of the missile after it is launched!" Grape turned around with a lazy look on his face and gave Lindman a look without any arrogance or complacency.

"Oh? It seems that you were not very active during the artillery training!" Xiao Linzi, who was stared at by his pet hamster, felt that his dignity was despised by the hamster. He put his hands on his waist and tried to save his dignity: "Either you practice missile guidance, or you get hurt in the artillery battle - choose one of the two, it's your choice!"

"Hey--"

"Hey, Sister Bismarck, over there..."

Looking at the noisy Lindemann and Tizi over there, the weak little Eugen leaned closer to his own Top and glanced at Bismarck: "Are Sister Tizi and Captain Lindemann over there okay?"

"Don't worry about them. You know this is a daily routine for your sister Grape and Lindman." Zeppelin shook her head and spread her hands, looking helpless - she was not helpless about Grape, but about whether she should be equipped with these missiles.

But to be honest, this stupid, big, black thing...

Qi Bolin thought about it carefully and realized that his mentality was actually...envious?!

Just thinking about the fact that this thing has a range of two hundred nautical miles and that two or three shots can severely damage an aircraft carrier, and five or six shots can make an armored aircraft carrier lose its combat effectiveness, she couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

Moreover, this thing is very suitable for personal use!

During the tactical simulation, Eugen and Top discovered that long-range anti-ship missiles are beyond visual range attacks, and unlike pilots, they cannot automatically correct themselves by simply reporting their position. Therefore, they must keep tracking the enemy fleet before launching. During the launch process, which is about half an hour, the tracking reconnaissance aircraft or reconnaissance ship must also ensure full guidance! In addition, due to its large size and heavy weight, it is difficult to reload it at sea. It is basically a disposable attack weapon that is gone after it is launched.

However, for her "early warning and command fighter" - or even for several sister ship girls - this problem is not a problem at all!

Speaking of which, the current development of this thing is quite encouraging. It has been confirmed that several sisters will be equipped with it. In the future, when the ground wave radar and guidance fire control system are developed, even ordinary warships and even destroyers can be equipped with it. It can even be said that this thing is one of the trump cards used by the German Navy to fight against the "dumpling factory" across the Atlantic!

The battle-hardened Zeppelin knew very well that even though her sisters were all ship girls, it would be very tiring and dangerous to fight against enemies with an absolute numerical advantage!

But if we can use missile warfare to "cleanse" the enemy before the formal exchange of fire...

Emmmmmm…what should I do if my heart seems to be even more itchy as if it were scratched by a cat’s claws?

As for whether she would explode after being attacked, she had no idea - after all, she was an early warning and command fighter and could search for the enemy first and take preemptive action - the worst that could happen was that when she found that the enemy was too large, she would just launch missiles in advance.

Anyway, the pulse engine of this thing looks high-end, but to put it bluntly, it is actually just a steel pipe with a piston valve installed, and the main material of the projectile and a lot of the skin are simply made of plywood, which is extremely cheap!

And because of the characteristics of the pulse engine, she had seen it during the experiment. The flames that were sprayed out were actually intermittent and the spray distance was very short. Adding a flame shield could basically ensure that no ablation would occur.

As for the problem of insufficient launch thrust, a quick scan of the Zeppelin will show that after the cover of the launch box is lowered, a slide rail will extend from inside. In a tilted state, the projectile will be ejected using gunpowder power, and then the solid rocket booster launcher will be activated after the projectile is far away, thus avoiding the ablation problem.

The gunpowder-powered catapult was borrowed from the Japanese ship-borne seaplane launcher. She had seen it when she met the Japanese fleet in Ceylon. Since it was not a confidential device, Japan readily provided technical information. A black powder propellant bag could launch a seaplane weighing more than three tons at a certain takeoff speed while ensuring safety. It was also a very convenient thing.

Moreover, after it was brought back, this technology was used when the V1 missile completely improved its launch plan. Compared with the "original (historical)" V1 missile launch gas catapult technology, the cheap and easy-to-use gunpowder launcher is obviously more suitable for the use of this kind of missile that needs to be "quickly launched and quickly collected"!

Of course, the design of the gas catapult was not in vain in the end - the gas generator was replaced with a large steam throttle valve, and a catapult piston deceleration buffer mechanism with a water jacket/hydraulic spring structure was added to the front. This is how the prototype of the steam catapult that would be needed when her main body was equipped with jet fighters in the future was created!

By the way, when she was developing the initial prototype of this thing, she also met another female test pilot from the German Aviation Ministry, Hannah Reich! When this thing was first tested, people actually sat on the missile and flew it!

In fact, because both of them are legendary female pilots, they even felt a sense of mutual admiration during the test flight.

but……

The real question is...

You are an aircraft carrier!

An aircraft carrier is equipped with long-range anti-ship missiles. What's the matter? !

Torn between the itching heart and the pride of an aircraft carrier, Zeppelin felt like flipping the table.

Bismarck on the other side saw Zeppelin with a helpless look on his face, and his eyes suddenly turned, and he quietly approached behind his best friend with a naughty look on his face.

Then he suddenly pounced on her back!

"Ah! Bismarck! Come down quickly!" She was also frightened by Bismarck's sudden attack.

"Hehe~" The Persian cat that pounced on Edelweiss smiled proudly: "Zeppelin, do you want these missiles? If you don't, I won't come down."

"How can you force others to ask for things like this?!" Zeppelin's face was full of black lines.

"Tsk, it smells so good~"

"What smells so good?"

"Of course the missiles smell so good!"

"Where's the fragrance?" Zeppelin was puzzled.

"Don't worry about whether it smells good or not, just tell me whether you want it or not~"

“No… don’t.”

Bismarck saw the struggle in Zeppelin's heart and snorted twice, saying that he was a hypocritical guy.

Zeppelin looked at the commander of his fleet with a pleading look, but what he saw was Lütjens covering his forehead with his hands - huh? It seemed that... the commander was still openly looking at this fleet cat that was now hanging on him...?

And not only Commander Lütjens, but even his own captain Bonte was now stepping back with a wry smile on his face.

"This...you guys have colluded with each other, right?" Seeing the usually impartial fleet commander suddenly playing dumb, Zeppelin, who knew what was going on, felt a little crazy.

"Of course. Otherwise, what can you do if you absolutely don't want to install anti-ship missiles on yourself? Speaking of which, are anti-ship missiles bad, or what?" Bismarck, with a smirk, leaned his head over, grabbed Zeppelin and started biting his ear.

Zeppelin looked at Bismarck, then at the missile box, and felt as if he was hesitant to speak.

"Then...these missiles..."

"Of course we have already figured it out~" Bismarck said as a matter of course: "I know you are busy training pilots and testing aircraft all day long, so I have already designed the modification plan~"

"How are you going to change it for me?" Zeppelin felt very disappointed, thinking that his fate as an aircraft carrier to launch anti-ship missiles had already been decided.

"You can see that these anti-ship missiles are packed in boxes." Bismarck said with a smile, "The section in the middle of your catapult is more than 30 meters long, and the width is about 10 meters minus the catapult and the surrounding space. The height of the upper hangar is 6 meters. The missile box is less than 10 meters long, less than 2 meters high, and less than 2.5 meters wide. So even if you deduct the space required for structural reinforcement, the longitudinal beam support of the flight deck, the space required for lifting the launch tube, and the height of the gunpowder launch rail, you can still have a total of 16 missiles in the upper and lower groups. Is there any problem?"

"You...have you ever asked me if I'm willing to install missiles?!"

Zeppelin's face flushed with confusion and reluctance, but the Persian cat, who was very familiar with her, could tell at a glance that her good sister was actually being arrogant.

A dead tsundere is a dead tsundere.

Even though you say no, your body is still very honest!

Bismarck smiled indifferently and decided to continue whispering in her ear and pillow talk: "What's the big deal? We also need to install missiles. Eugen has already stripped all his torpedo tubes and the reconnaissance aircraft platform on the rear bridge, just to fit more missiles. The bridges of Tizi and I have also been modified to be more compact this time, so a lot of launch boxes have been reserved on both sides of the bridge and next to the 150 secondary guns."

"Loading missiles is not just your job. Look, Tirpitz and I also carry 24 missiles each. Eugen over there is the most active. She carries 36 missiles by herself. So if you don't want to, you will be the odd one out among us sisters! Well, you can't betray us sisters!"

Bismarck, with a sly smile on his face, used threats and inducements, and played the favor card, the comparison card, and the sister card.

Zeppelin was stunned. Could it be that his "good" sister was so scheming as to install missiles for him?

"Well... okay, I'll just pretend - and get off me now! Fifty thousand tons is a lot of weight!"

Rolling his eyes, Zeppelin, who was "forced to agree to equip the missiles", turned away unhappily, not wanting to bother with the cat beside him. Lütjens and Bonte, who were already far away, noticed this scene, looked at each other, and smiled knowingly.

Finally, I dealt with this Edelweiss that seemed arrogant on the outside but was itching on the inside.

The firepower of a hundred anti-ship missiles...even if we really encounter a pile of dumplings in the future, we will have some ability to fight back, right?

"Everyone, work hard and load the missiles onto the ship immediately! Also, drag the sample missiles to the training ground. We need to master the operation of this thing as soon as possible!"

Lütjens waved his hand and made the final decision.

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The sailors began to busily load the missiles. Bismarck, who had a little free time, walked into the water room, intending to make a cup of coffee for his captain.

only……

"The electric water hasn't boiled yet. Never mind. Let's wait a little longer. ... Come to think of it, I don't know how Lily is doing now..."

With a thought, the battleship's perception ability extended to the intensive care unit of Kiel Hospital - and then in an instant, she was stunned!

The next moment, a Persian cat ran into Lütjens' office, shouting:

"Captain! Captain! Good news! Lily is awake!"

Chapter 785: Iron Warrior

The hail of bullets fell on the Soviet positions, with gravel and shrapnel flying everywhere, and dust and smoke splashing everywhere.

The dull vibration shock waves in the anti-gun cave made everyone feel chest tightness. And the dust that scattered everywhere, when it hit the chest, made people feel uncomfortable and even suffocated!

Under the dual pressure of the explosion and the flying dust, there was continuous coughing in the narrow anti-artillery cave, and there was even a little blood in the sputum of several people.

A violent explosion sounded again, causing the soldiers inside to subconsciously shrink their heads.

"Ahem... instructor, these damn German devils, they never stopped bombarding... ahem..."

"Yeah, their bombardment can't last that long... Ugh - cough cough cough, bah..."

The instructor choked on a mouthful of dust while speaking and spat out the dirt in his mouth. But he probably thought of something and his face changed instantly: "Everyone, prepare submachine guns and grenades! Be careful, they are covering the infantry with bombing! As soon as the artillery stops, two people will go out immediately to protect the entrance of the anti-artillery hole, don't let the German devils block it... cough cough cough!"

No one laughed at the instructor's embarrassed look. Everyone felt that the steel guns and grenades in their hands seemed to have become slippery due to the sweat on their palms...

At this moment, the rumbling sound of the cannon, which seemed to be the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, suddenly stopped! And when it stopped, through the soil layer of the anti-gun hole, it seemed that a faint "crunching" sound with the smell of steel friction could be heard!

"It's a tank! The German tanks are coming!!"

The instructor, who was spitting out dust, suddenly looked unhappy and pointed at the people at the door: "Yaza, Kerimov, you guys go out and guard the cave entrance immediately! Don't let the German devils block us in the cave!"

"Yes!"

The matter was of great importance. The men who were being pointed out answered yes, picked up a light machine gun and two submachine guns at hand, grabbed the cluster grenades, and without saying a word, crawled out of the anti-artillery cave, which was already narrow and nearly half buried by the collapsed dust outside.

But...less than a blink of an eye after I got out, accompanied by a whistling sound, the people in the anti-gun cave once again experienced the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, as if they were buried alive!

"Damn it! It's a reentry bombardment!"

The angry instructor punched the earth wall with his fist, his eyes revealing a trace of pain - the vibration of this shelling was obviously the German devils' heavy artillery re-bombing the position! Under this kind of shelling, even if there are trenches, it is impossible to defend!

In other words, the several subordinates who escaped under his orders are most likely dead now!

This responsibility obviously belongs to him, the instructor who gave the order!

"Antonov! Kainov! As soon as the shelling stops, you two get out!"

In war, no matter how painful the orders are, they must be endured - even if several comrades had just been killed in a reversal bombardment, he would still continue to issue such "suicide" orders!

They were unable to move in the anti-artillery cave and knew almost nothing about the situation outside! If the German artillery fire was followed by infantry or even infantry-tank coordination, as long as they were a little slow, the German devils who rushed to the position would directly seal them in the anti-artillery cave!

Either order your men to go out and try their luck, or they will all be killed in the anti-gun cave by the flamethrowers or blasting tubes of the German devils! In the cruel war, all people are equal - they don't even have the power to choose how to die!

The shelling stopped, and Antonov and Kainov, who were called, looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and ran out with their guns without saying a word! And this time, after they went out, it was only a few seconds later that there were bursts of dense explosions again - but this time, it was the unique sound of the German devils throwing long-handled grenades and exploding!

Long-handled grenades are German offensive grenades! The appearance of this sound means that the German devils are less than 50 meters away from the exit of the tunnel!

What does fifty meters mean to a well-trained and fully armed soldier?

"Get out! Everyone get out!" The instructor's face was grim as every second counted. He grabbed his pistol and followed his men out of the anti-artillery hole. As soon as he got out, he saw a headless corpse wearing a Soviet military uniform with half of its head blown off by a bullet. It fell in front of him with a splatter of blood!

The instructor's lower jaw and tongue were ripped open in front of him, and the fishy and salty hot blood sprayed all over his head and face!

However, at this moment, there was no time to be afraid! The instructor wiped his face hastily, raised his pistol, and shot a German who was about to rush into the trench with two shots. During this time, others also rushed out.

The German devils in front of them pulled out a line of skirmishers, and under the cover of tanks and machine guns, they came like a tide! Seeing that the enemies in front of them were increasing in number, the instructor gritted his teeth, raised his pistol and fired repeatedly, while shouting to his comrades beside him:

"Comrades, hold on! Although the Soviet Union is vast, we have nowhere to retreat! Behind us is Moscow!"

Facing the enemy's attack and the pressure of the tanks, many people's figures and lives were forever frozen at this moment...