Bismarck

Even the thoughts in my mind feel tense and even awkward.

Because, after the plane took off this time, what Bangtai had to command was the first actual salvo of ship-borne heavy anti-ship missiles in human history!

And he, the captain, is the commander of this scene!

If it happened in another occasion, this would be an honor that would go down in the history of war!

but……

"After the missiles are launched, the second wave of planes will be pulled onto the deck and ready to take off. We must be fast..."

Seeing another wave of carrier-based aircraft roaring up from the flight deck, Bangtai turned his head calmly and gave instructions to his subordinates around him. Finally, he seemed to have thought of something and stopped the messenger who was turning to leave and added: "By the way, tell the air traffic control guys that Zeppelin is not here this time, and the air defense operation depends on their command level..."

On the other side, on the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen, who was also preparing for the missile launch, Eugen, who had two big ponytails, was clenching her fists with excitement, standing on tiptoe, and kept muttering: "I'm going to launch a missile in actual combat!"

It can be seen that she is also very excited.

How could they not be excited? They all knew that this was the first time in human history, and according to Bismarck, it would have a profound impact on the entire naval warfare landscape of mankind in the future.

And now they are the pioneers.

Top, who leaned his head to the other side and felt a little helpless because of the excited girl next to him, felt that there must be a hint of MMP in his dark smile.

It's just a small thing, just follow the instructions from the previous training, is there any need to get so excited?

Although, in my heart, if I let go of my pride as a captain, I am actually looking forward to it.

Thinking of this, Top couldn't help but look at the other side, in the direction of the battleship Tirpitz.

Come to think of it, in my heart, the lively and energetic Eugen is actually very cute - in comparison, the one on the big battleship that I was supposed to be in charge of is the notoriously lazy Yumi Doma...

I don't know, this guy Lindeman should be thinking about how to appease his lazy hamster. I just don't know if talking about him behind his back is just a chance to have fun during the war.

The corners of Top's mouth pulled into a smile that was full of joy, and even a bit of gloating.

However, at the moment, what really hurts Lao Ke is still on the fleet's flagship...

"Zeppelin, Zeppelin, apart from their aircraft carrier preparing the fleet, have you found anything else over there?" Bismarck, holding a pencil and ruler in both hands, lay on the chart table, using "internal code" with a serious expression to contact Zeppelin on WIFI.

"Yes! We just discovered that a group of heavy bombers are coming from the direction of Iceland, and they are also heading towards your direction... Oh, by the way, I checked the location, and their aircraft carrier is located south of the Faroe Islands, about 450 kilometers away from us!"

"What? There's still another 450 kilometers to go?!"

Not to mention Bismarck, even Lütjens was surprised. Before Lütjens's eyes turned to her, she had already asked on the WIFI. However, Zeppelin on the other side nodded directly, confirming that the distance data was true.

Meanwhile, Lütjens had already started asking, "Bismarck, what's wrong? We're still four hundred and fifty away!"

"Well, yes, Zeppelin just said..." Bismarck turned around and quickly repeated the information Zeppelin had said.

"The distance from our location to the Faroe Islands is just the maximum missile range of 200 nautical miles... However, if it is a take-off group, the wind direction here is southwesterly, and it is possible that the distance will be increased if they turn around and fly away... How about this, Bismarck, ask Zeppelin to pay attention to what the movements of their aircraft carrier take-off group are? Will they turn towards us again?"

"Eh? Captain, are you planning on pre-launching the missiles? I'll contact Zeppelin right away!"

Bismarck, who was smart, also understood what the captain meant - aircraft carriers must take off and land at high speed against the wind, so it is no problem to keep a longer distance. However, the range of the opponent's aircraft may not be that far, so in all likelihood, they will have to turn around and close the distance, and then continue to turn against the wind when landing.

In other words, within the next half an hour to an hour, the enemy will most likely turn around and close the distance. This period of time is just enough for the missile to cover the distance of 1 nautical miles! And considering the speed of the modified V750 anti-ship missile exceeding 200 kilometers per hour, nautical miles is at most half an hour.

The only problem is that after breaking through the enemy's three interception lines, they must be able to accurately bite the British aircraft carrier. Even if these missiles can theoretically be "remotely controlled" by several ship girls, they are limited by radar performance during remote control. Not to mention the limited field of view, they cannot effectively control their own ships when controlling missiles.

This was discovered by Eugen, who was the first to study anti-ship missile tactics. Even with Bismarck's own imagination and the improvement of several other sisters, this is all that can be done now...

He shook his head and stopped thinking about those useless things - anyway, the captain and sailors were still here. If he wanted to win the battle, everyone had to do his own job well first, and at the same time believe that his comrades would do their job well as well.

Bismarck continued to connect to Zeppelin's WiFi and asked in code: "Zeppelin, report their movements again. Also, please pay attention to whether their aircraft carrier has turned... Also, can you guarantee to keep an eye on the British aircraft carrier now? The captain is preparing to pre-launch missiles. It depends on whether you can continue to track and locate..."

"…Their aircraft carrier fleet has also set off. It is estimated that they will launch a joint air strike with the heavy bombers at four o'clock… You said to track the aircraft carrier? I can keep an eye on it, but it is a bit difficult to track it continuously. Their patrol fighters have already come over. I have to think of a way first… Hmm? Bismarck, their aircraft carrier has really started to turn! The new course is… northeast by north! It is heading towards us! Bismarck! You guys fire a round of missiles first, I will change my position, and by the way, search for their remaining three aircraft carriers - I think they are nearby!"

"Yeah, okay, then you better be careful. You are flying a reconnaissance plane now, and you have no combat capability..."

"Got it. Don't worry, I'm also an ace pilot. Okay, I won't say any more. I'm going to fly my plane now!"

As Zeppelin spoke, he gently stepped on the rudder, turned on the interference of the reconnaissance aircraft, raised the propeller torque, and then pushed the throttle lever directly to the bottom. The roaring DB-605 engine drove the four-blade fixed-torque propeller specially modified for high speed to emit bursts of roars. The reconnaissance aircraft with gray and white camouflage flapped its wings to meet the high-altitude strong wind that was blowing in the face. The strong wind from the propeller rolled up the interference foil strips that were thrown out, and the aircraft made a light dive and turn, flying out of the gloomy layers of clouds behind it, and heading towards the sea area in front of it where the starry sky had begun to appear.

In front of her left, several British fighter planes equipped with radars that had come so hard to intercept were caught off guard by the sudden speed increase and interference of the opposing reconnaissance aircraft.

"Damn it, this thing... is electronic short-term suppression and chaff jammer! My radar can't see it! Passive reception can't see it either..."

"I can't see it either! Where did this guy go?!"

"Who can ask the patrol ship below? I think it has been separated. Our radar detection range is only 7,000 yards..."

"Tsk...what the hell..."

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"Fire, fire, the missile is about to be launched! Everyone get out of the way!" A crisp voice came from the loudspeaker.

Under the command of the ship's broadcasting system and in the gaze of the onlookers, openings were opened one after another on the decks of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier and the Prinz Eugen heavy cruiser, and several long things, probably folding rails, extended straight out of the launch boxes.

After a while, flames suddenly shot up into the sky.

Accompanied by erupting smoke and flames, one after another hexagonal missiles, which had been painted black and had been modified to the point of being completely unrecognizable compared to the original design, rose into the sky against the howling southwest wind of the North Atlantic, revealing their grandeur.

At the same time, on the heavy cruiser Prince Eugen, Eugen, with a nervous and excited look on his face, had already sat in his seat, looking at the nautical chart and equipment to start guiding and navigating the missile launch.

The 52 missiles on the two warships were scheduled to simultaneously strike the two airports on the Faroe Islands and the three armored aircraft carriers of the "British First Task Force" that had already been discovered! - This mission was not easy at all!

Although there were accurate navigation equipment in this era, they were huge and required a fixed position to achieve navigation accuracy, so they could not be installed on warships. Although the navigation system used by aircraft carriers was sufficient to guide aircraft, missiles did not have heads and could not correct their positions. Therefore, the accuracy of V1 missiles in hitting targets could only rely on gyro inertial guidance - but even the most accurate gyroscopes in this era had error accuracy measured in kilometers at long distances!

Although, except for her, several sisters have also received training in long-range missile navigation, everyone has other tasks to be arranged - Bismarck has to assist the commander in his command, Zeppelin has been flying a reconnaissance plane to conduct reconnaissance and positioning in the distance, and as for Sister Grape, who is famous for her laziness... well, she will be responsible for the navigation of the second wave of missiles, so it’s okay.

However, even so, if attacking an airport with a fixed position is not very difficult under the guidance of the ship girl, then it would be very difficult to attack an aircraft carrier that is under the protection of the fleet, is maneuvering at high speed, and is even out of the range of missiles, and is launched based on a completely predicted position.

Even for a ship girl, the range that can be seen by the limited performance of the missile radar seeker is very narrow!

Chapter 802: I, the Missile Knight, Eugen!

The climate of the Faroe Sea is unpredictable. The clash and convergence of warm air swept by the North Atlantic Current and cold air surging out of the Arctic Ocean makes the weather in this key waterway entering and leaving the Arctic Ocean very cloudy.

However, at this moment in the sky, what was more chaotic than the weather and the wind and clouds was the situation of intercepting fighter planes and intruding reconnaissance planes.

Moreover, the current air interception line is already a mess...

"Catch her, catch her!!"

"No, the Edelweiss Witch's reconnaissance plane is a bit too fast... Where is the third squadron? She rushed over us too!"

"Squadron One, we're coming... What? The target dropped chaff again? Destroyer patrol ship! Where is the target?"

"…This is air traffic control, she's below you! Repeat, the target dives below you and then passes by!"

"Second Squadron, where is Second Squadron?!"

"I'm @＃%%...She dodged the barrage of fire from the Second Squadron again!"

The lightning speed and the boundless sky destined the Air Force to have a high-attack and low-defense nature. Even a stupid propeller transport plane could fly at least five kilometers in one minute, not to mention that a high-speed reconnaissance plane had to rely on speed to break through the opponent's interception line!

The BF-109 reconnaissance model is an improvement on the fighter plane. Although its maneuverability is not as good as the original, it is not weak either. Especially under the control of Zeppelin, the reconnaissance aircraft fuselage is the basis of the fighter plane improvement, and the powerful assault capability brought by the high speed can be fully utilized in her hands!

Under Zeppelin's deft control, she dodged several direct British interceptions with simple and direct evasive moves, and then used her superior speed to forcibly shake them off. The British pilots in the sky were in a mess, but they could do nothing as they watched the Edelweiss Witch fly away in a cloud of dust.

Looking at the fighters flying around like headless flies in the sky, Tovey, who was listening to the live broadcast of the ship girl on the Vanguard battleship below, was almost furious. Although as an old rival, he knew how powerful Zeppelin's air combat ability was, but a group of fighters couldn't catch a reconnaissance plane that didn't even have any weapons, which still made Tovey very angry. With a bang, a coffee cup was crushed into pieces in the hands of the furious Tovey.

Throwing off his soaked gloves, the furious commander of the Home Fleet rushed to the radio operator with veins throbbing all over his head. He pushed the operator aside, grabbed the microphone, and started yelling:

"You bastards, I'm Tovey! Let me ask you, how did you fight?! Three squadrons have gone up, why can't we catch him? Huh?! - What are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase him!"

"ye... yes sir!..."

The pilots, who were already in a state of confusion, felt even more panicked after hearing the sudden shout from the Marshal.

The fleet aviation commander who was also in the Vanguard command post saw that this was not going to work, so he quickly grabbed another radio beside him and dispatched a batch of planes from the patrol fighters of the two aircraft carrier battle groups behind him to provide reinforcements. Only then did Marshal Tovey, who was personally supervising the battle in front of him in front of the radio, look a little better.

In the night sky over the Faroe Islands, the chaos continues.

On the other side, on the radar screen of the SCR air traffic control command of the two waves of surface fleets ahead, wave after wave of aircraft at medium altitudes were passing through the sky above the fleets in groups within the specified time and at the specified location.

This was the fleet heading for an air strike on the German fleet, with more than 150 aircraft from six aircraft carriers.

In order to prevent accidental attacks and confusion, when large-scale air and sea operations are launched, aircraft routes must be planned in advance and notified to the subordinate troops - any aircraft that does not follow the flight plan may be judged as an enemy aircraft.

For example, on the radar screen right now, there suddenly appeared a group of...wait, what the hell is this? ?

"What is this?! Wait, this is not a friendly force! Report to the commander! Enemy aircraft spotted! Distance 40 kilometers, altitude 500 meters! Speed... WHAT?! Speed ​​750 kilometers?!"

"What?! Speed ​​750? Are you sure?!" After hearing this speed, the commander of the British air traffic control jumped up from his chair, rushed in front of the radar soldier in three or two steps and shouted.

"Sir, are you sure? It's really seven hundred and fifty. If you don't believe me, take a look..."

The radar soldier with a sad face pointed at the dozens of target light spots flying at high speed on the display. The commander took a look and his face changed. What kind of terrifying speed is this?

"Our fighter planes can't intercept them at this speed... Go! Report to the superiors immediately! I don't know what the Germans are up to. Tell them to be careful..."

"Yes! I'll go right away... Flagship, flagship? I have urgent military information to report to the commander immediately..."

Amid the chaotic communications between the British fleet and the vanguard patrol ships, fifty-two blue-black anti-ship missiles, with pulse engines that made a puffing sound and flickering flames, whistled and roared, and passed over the heads of the chaotic British fleet like a hurricane at an epoch-making speed!

Although the target of the missile attack was not the SCR's vanguard fleet, the air traffic controllers who were doing their best to ensure the navigation and guidance of the air strike fleet also found ways to contact other fighter jets patrolling nearby to intercept them. However, under Bismarck's imagination, the modified V1 cruise missile had long been turned into a hexagonal design, and it was a "stealth cruise missile" made of wood. The reflected signal on the radar was extremely weak. Although it could not achieve true stealth, the wooden body and the hexagonal cross-section had a very obvious effect on radar electromagnetic waves!

The light in the dark of the second half of the night was so dim that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Even if the British fighters opened their eyes wide, they could not see the position of the missiles from the front. They could see the flashing fire at the tail of the missiles from the side and rear, but they found that their propeller fighters could not catch up with those "UFOs with fire at the tail"!

The propeller fighter named Spitfire finally saw what a real "Spitfire" was on the Faroe Channel on October 1942, 10 - and the distance at which this Spitfire could be detected by radar was inexplicably much closer!

What fighters can't intercept, anti-aircraft guns are even more difficult to intercept in this dark night! Even though many British anti-aircraft guns above 40 mm have gyro bases and gun-aiming radars and fire desperately under the orders of officers, anti-aircraft guns designed mainly to intercept aircraft are actually not suitable for attacking small, fast, and cruise missiles with a certain "reduced radar cross-section" shape!

The roaring fire nets even illuminated the cirrus clouds in the sky, but they almost always missed the target!

At this moment, five or six thousand meters above their heads, the British aircraft groups that were "passing by" were listening to the chaotic communications in their headphones. They all felt puzzled and extremely panicked, and had no idea what incredible things their fleet was experiencing.

They should have been the most nervous ones, but in the blink of an eye...

After all, the opponent is not only the Evil Spirit Fleet, but also the German Navy with various new technologies and new tactics emerging in an endless stream!

The strong wind stirred up by the iron wings flew away, leaving the officers and soldiers of the Allied fleet stunned.

And my nose was running in the cold wind...

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"Wow wow wow wow - a speed of 750, so amazing!"

Little Eugen, who was "riding" the missile, was in contrast to her usual gentle and well-behaved image of a little lady. She sat in her guide seat wearing something like a control display helmet, dancing and shouting excitedly - although Bismarck really wanted to say that this was a bit like a "kamikaze".

Carrying lightning-fast missiles and guiding the missile swarm to attack enemy targets, this is the real "Hurricane Knight"!

Although there have been several training sessions before, the intensity and speed of the training were not comparable to actual combat.

The speed of lightning and the excitement of a hurricane. What can the car god of Akina Mountain do? We are flying missiles!

Facing the strong wind, looking at the sea, receiving the location information sent by Sister Zeppelin, Eugen, dancing with joy, wanted to shout: From now on, I am the Kirov-class missile cruiser No. 0, Prince Eugen!

only……

Ahhh——Luckily I didn’t scream! I’m a cute lady, I don’t want to be a middle school girl or anything like that!

Eugen's face flushed with inexplicable excitement, and the battleship's heart began to beat at full speed in line with her mood.

Seeing the ship's boiler inexplicably overloaded and overheated, Top, who knew the truth, looked at his excited battleship with a squinting look of helplessness, and wanted to say: "You are a heavy cruiser, not an airplane, be more steady..."

Although Top could actually guess why Eugen was so excited - after all, it was her own battleship, how could she hide her thoughts from herself as the captain?

But, now...

Eugen, who had been feeling depressed because of her weak firepower and inability to help her three sisters solve their problems, looked at the excitement on her face the moment she "sat" on the missile. Top guessed that it seemed that she had finally found the meaning of her existence!

Ahem, even if I found a way to celebrate the meaning of my existence, the cheers and dancing that echoed throughout the command room were really a bit disturbing...

The corners of his mouth twitched, but in the end he still couldn't bear it. Instead, he waved his hands at the other subordinates, his face full of helplessness:

"Let's go, let's go. The battleship is quite excited. There's nothing to see..."

The subordinates were well aware of this - after all, it seemed like it was the captain's duty to pamper the warship?

And after all, it is a "guided missile attack", so it is understandable that people are excited about new things.

However, according to the law of conservation of mood, if someone is in high spirits, someone else will definitely be depressed.

Especially, the enemy on the other side was the one who was so excited...

"Damn it, what the hell is that? Aircraft carrier, turn the rudder! Turn the rudder!"

Tovey gritted his teeth and his mind raced, but he was helpless.

These things, which can reach a speed of 750 kilometers per hour, are made of unknown materials. They are low in altitude and fast in speed, and their radar detection distance is inexplicably much closer than the normal distance! The course and speed that the radar sentinel of the SCR ahead can mark are very limited. It was not until these "Unidentified Flying Objects" passed the second interception line that Tovey saw from the lines on the nautical chart that these "unidentified flying objects" were roughly divided into two groups. One group was heading towards the Faroe Islands at lightning speed, and the other group was heading in its own direction, heading towards a group of aircraft carriers behind it!

Looking at the reconnaissance plane that has been flying back and forth more than a hundred kilometers away, and its course is getting closer and closer to the direction of the aircraft carrier fleet, it may even be the reconnaissance plane piloted by the Edelweiss Witch herself. Only a fool would not have thought that this kind of unidentified weapon of the other party is most likely heading for the airport and aircraft carrier!