Bismarck

Captain Bangtai, who was in charge of the combat command center on the bridge, was fully aware of this.

"Captain, the close-in defense guns have ceased firing. Secretary Bismarck and Miss Eugen should have gone back... Now the next wave of missiles will take one minute to reach the commander and his men, and about one and a half minutes to reach us. Although the fire in the hangar has been brought under control, it cannot be completely extinguished for the time being. What do you think..."

The first mate of the Zeppelin came trotting over and reported the situation of the ship to Bontai.

"How is our jammer doing now? Is there any damage?" Bangtai asked back while staring at the radar screen.

"The jammer boat number one was just blown up by a near miss missile, but the number two and three boats have already made up for it and are in the towing position!"

"Tow two more of our mobile water mist blowers out to cover the smoke on the deck as high as possible - don't worry about the smoke columns in the sky. Their anti-ship missiles are gliders. As long as they don't come directly at the hull, we don't have to worry about them flying over our heads." Bangtai nodded and gave the order directly: "Also, confirm again whether the entire ship has entered Z status (a combat readiness status with all watertight doors closed, all passages sealed, and all damage control systems activated)."

"Yes!" Knowing the urgency of the situation, the first mate did not dare to delay. He saluted hurriedly, turned around and ran away.

One and a half minutes is enough if you just want to check.

As for the mobile fog cannon, that thing is directly connected to the fire hose. How modern!

Besides, the enemy was on their port side, but the water mist wind cannon on the starboard side of the aircraft carrier could also spray water into the sky if it turned around - anyway, as long as it could block the smoke column overhead for a few dozen meters, it would be fine.

As the first mate conveyed the order, the water mist blowers on the starboard side, operated by the sailors, turned their directions one after another. The high-power fan in the cylindrical culvert began to rotate frantically, blowing the water mist sprayed from the shower nozzles at the air duct outlet directly into the sky dozens of meters high. The small water droplets sprayed like rain and dew in the sky absorbed the heat in the smoke column and turned into water vapor and rose to the sky, but it obscured the smoke column that it sprayed through with mist.

At this moment, the three warships in front of Zeppelin have also engaged in fire with the swarming missiles!

"Guys! Hurry up! Reload the close-in weapon system that has run out of ammunition!"

Top's voice came from the loudspeaker of the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen. The sailors still moving on the deck were wearing life jackets and helmets, pushing ammunition carts for 30mm close-in defense machine guns and holding fog cannons, busy at their positions. Although the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen was at the end of the relatively safe team, it was well known that she could not withstand more damage from anti-ship missiles due to her petite body.

For the sailors, their heavy cruisers are now using their close-in defense guns to snipe missiles into the sky. Although they cannot do this, they can do something more for their lovely warships.

Being in the same boat, of course we should stick together with our own boat!

Even so, in the opposing missile group, the infrared-seeking missiles attracted by the sweeping missiles are much more difficult to deceive than the radar-seeking anti-ship missiles.

After all, the radar seeker cannot tell the target's location as long as there is interference and obstruction, but the infrared seeker will swarm in as soon as it sees explosions and flames - no matter what launches them - like hungry wolves seeing bones!

"Turn right fifteen degrees and face the enemy sideways! Eugen, prioritize shooting down the missiles coming from behind us!"

Standing next to the helmsman, holding a telescope and looking at the flickering lights in the dark night, Top stood upright, his eyes full of the perseverance of a weathered old sailor.

Although these missiles were swarming, the exploding missiles were still some distance away from the ship. The heavy cruiser was moving forward at a speed of 36 knots, and as long as the missiles attacking from the side and rear were detonated, the missiles in front of the side would be more likely to be "deceived" by the fire of the exploding missiles to the wrong direction or the wrong distance.

"Yeah, I get it!"

Eugen, who had previously blamed herself for not being able to protect her sister Zeppelin, had now wiped away her tears, and her eyes were as resolute as her captain's. The flashes of explosions from time to time illuminated her pretty face, but at this moment she fully demonstrated the strong will of a heavy cruiser.

Even though she is pretty and cute, she is not just a vase!

"I am... I am here to protect everyone on the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen!"

The fire net of the close-in defense gun detonated another missile, and then the 20,000-ton steel body suddenly turned sideways and wiped out a missile that was originally heading for the chimney from the side of the bridge with a burst of sparks and a sharp scraping noise! ​​Her own Captain Top was in the command tower on top of the bridge at this moment. How could she, who was concentrating all her attention, let him be threatened? !

Besides, this was only a small part of the missiles! My sisters were strong and in much more dangerous positions than me!

It was not known whether it was a blessing of luck, or the tacit cooperation between Eugen who was concentrating all his energy on intercepting the missiles, and Top who was also concentrating on steering the ship himself, or the stealth modification took effect under the cover of chaff bombs and fog cannons, but except for one missile that blew up the jammer's tow cable, all of the twenty or so missiles in this group actually passed by her side.

However, this is just the beginning of this wave of missile offensive...

Next, more missiles are coming!

Moreover, even if those missiles passed by her, it did not mean that her mission was accomplished!

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"Starboard 105mm anti-aircraft guns, all of them! Flatten the trajectory, chaff and incendiary bombs, set the delay fuse binding time to the shortest possible time... bearing behind the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, (straight line) distance 6500 meters... two rounds in a row! Fire!!"

Lütjens in the bridge stood next to the fire control director and aimed the Bismarck aircraft carrier's starboard secondary gun at the empty sea surface to the right rear of the Zeppelin.

This tactic was thought out by him personally. In order to ensure Zeppelin's safety and the efficiency of the deception, the angle had to be determined by him!

As the fleet commander, I must be responsible for the safety of every ship under my command!

However, judging from the fact that many of the missiles that escaped the net deviated from their course, this effect is not bad... ?

Moreover, the light from the 105mm anti-aircraft guns was not that big, and would be blocked by the broad silhouette of the ship, so...

It seems like everyone can do this?

Not to mention, it seemed that Bonte had asked the damage control team of the Zeppelin to drag out the fog cannon to cover up the smoke column as much as possible. Although relying on the fog cannon alone was not safe, if there were suddenly three or four groups of "signal echoes" behind, would the Zeppelin be safer even according to the principle of probability?

Lütjens nodded heavily - this kind of thing is worth doing!

"So, Captain, you are actually complaining about my broad figure and heavy weight..."

The secretary ship was not around, but he could still hear the pouting temper of his own ship cat. Even his expressionless mouth curled up a little, and he even couldn't help but look back subconsciously at the port side of the battleship - although in the heavy command tower armored cabin, he only saw a 350mm thick armored steel wall, as if his own ship cat was expressing her dislike for him calling her "fat and wide" and showing a little dissatisfaction with him.

The corners of his mouth drooped, and his originally expressionless face couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

It is better to offend a villain than to offend a woman - how could I forget that this "she" next to me is a typical woman!

But at this time, he just didn't know what to say.

After all, you are the fleet commander. Do you still need to show your authority in front of my subordinates/your crew?

"Fire your missiles well! This is a battlefield!"

Lütjens, whose teeth were itching, twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hand, and muttered something in anger and amusement at the clover ring on his ring finger. Come to think of it, this action was made by an admiral like himself who was famous for his majesty, seriousness, earnestness, and even rigidity. Lütjens himself felt that he was a little ridiculous.

Ever since I got a cat, it seems that my dignity has become more and more defensive in recent years?

"I know, I know...Captain, hold on tight!"

The hull suddenly tilted violently, but Lütjens, who had been through thick and thin with his own battleship for so many years, firmly grasped the handle on the bulkhead in the next instant and stood steadily on the suddenly tilted deck, without even the hem of his clothes shaking. Speaking of which, although the tonnage of this battleship has increased day by day after various modifications in recent years, its ability to deflect bullets is still as agile as before.

only……

Although he was used to the cruelty of life and death and the battlefield, for some reason, at this moment, his mind once again vaguely recalled the scene in the Battle of Reykjavik, when a secretary who was so wounded that he almost disappeared, stumbled but successfully broke through the siege with more than 20 wounds emitting billowing black smoke under the crazy coverage of the 18 heavy guns of the two Rodney-class battleships commanded by Tovey himself...

In fact, it was precisely because of this ability to evade attacks and the high speed of thirty-six knots that they were able to survive one brutal naval battle after another, facing the enemy's almost absolute superiority in manpower and firepower, and escape death in all kinds of dangers!

It turns out to be a cat we raise at home, with nine strong lives?

On the grim battlefield, the stern admiral's face suddenly became gentle, and he gently stroked the hard and cold but slightly warm handle of the warship with his hand wearing the clover ring.

It's like gently stroking the soft and warm fur of a proud Persian cat, and the feeling is from head to tail.

The next second, the Persian cat, whose fur was suddenly stroked, suddenly jumped up, and its outstretched claws sharply cut through the howling cold wind in the winter night!

After the passing line of fire, there was the wail of "bats" exploding one after another in the night sky.

However, more missiles broke through the layers of interference and dived more densely towards the warships that were moving forward firmly on the sea!

"Hmm? This signal... Could there be a plane in their bomber group that can illuminate and guide missiles?"

In the cockpit of the Hamster electronic jamming ship at the front of the formation, a hamster wearing a black tights and with an indifferent face suddenly opened his eyelashes that had been drooping lazily and half-closed. His perceptive eyes, with the aho-hair on his head, pointed straight in the direction of the Allied heavy bomber group in the distance - are there some abnormalities in the radar power and electronic signals of several aircraft!

However, if it is command-guided, the angle of the jammer on our side... will be ineffective for the command signal, right?

"Zeppelin, this is Grape. There are radio signal guidance aircraft mixed in with their heavy bomber group. Pay attention!"

"Huh?!" (alert)

At an altitude of more than 9,500 meters, in the thin clouds, the Edelweiss Witch was commanding her own fleet, which was at a disadvantage in performance, and was fighting desperately with dozens of enemy fighters. When she heard this voice that she had always thought was lazy, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. But soon, she reacted, and the aiming line in her eyes, which were originally full of fighting spirit, instantly became full of murderous intent.

"Do you think everything will be fine just because your plane has performance advantages? You're actually playing this in front of me?!"

With a light flick of the joystick in her hand, she dodged a group of cross-fire from the Spitfire Jussongs that were climbing higher again. The cold Edelweiss Witch only needed to sense it for a moment before she discovered that among the bomber group not far from her that was still moving forward after dropping missiles, the radio signals of the heavy bombers in the middle that were guarded by layers of bombers seemed to be somewhat abnormal.

And to her side, more enemy aircraft began to gather, as if it was a prelude to another siege on her?

"Humph... Do you think I can't do anything to you guys?!"

Glancing at the 40% remaining ammunition, and seeing that the enemy was gradually closing in on her, the Edelweiss Witch's lips curled up in a slight sneer of contempt. These idiots really thought that dozens of planes could crush them to death, but as long as I could command and operate well, I could completely command other friendly planes to climb to a height high enough to cover others while you were attacking me!

Especially, Grislavsky and Bal, the old subordinates and old aces who are most familiar to him, are best at seizing the height and then using the height advantage to suppress the energy of the opponent's aircraft!

And…if I really attack those “radar guidance aircraft”, will you come and attack me to rescue the radar guidance aircraft? Or will you attack the other aircraft that have occupied the altitude and let me shoot down the guidance aircraft and then pull it back to the altitude?

As for the 40 percent of residual ammunition?

Not to mention that after the two boats were destroyed and there were no Mao Yue's light machine guns, the ammunition of his own vehicle had soared to 200 rounds. Even if there were only shells left, it would be enough for him to "name and kill" at least ten or eight cockpits!

"Hehehe... As long as I'm in the sky, I have the final say on whether all flying things live or die!!"

With the sight of the fighter jet appearing in his pupils, Zeppelin muttered a famous saying that was said to come from his father, who was also an ace fighter pilot in his early years. With a cruel yet beautiful smile like a killing angel on his lips, he pushed the joystick in his hand hard and only gave an order: "Grislavsky, you guys, seize altitude right now." The crazy Edelweiss fighter jet rushed at lightning speed towards the Allied bomber group that formed two box-shaped squares at an altitude of 2500 meters below.

Although the P-47s behind her were better at diving than the BF-109, they looked at the speeding Zeppelin and the vast and dim starry sky on the other side and began to feel a little helpless - even though they all knew that at this time there must be another group of German Air Force warplanes that had begun to climb to an altitude of meters, but without more unified command, they could not form an effective interception and coordination tactics for a while.

After all, fighter jets in the dark night can only rely on the limited field of view of the mounted night combat radar to "judge" the target. Although they have better performance, in such a dim night, their perception of the overall battlefield is limited to the disadvantage of fighting alone.

Even if they all know, I can't do it!

Not to mention that in this sky, everyone else was flying airborne radars, but Zeppelin was the only one flying an electronic jammer!

Even if she couldn't hit anyone by name, as long as she flew to the connection line between the enemy's missiles and heavy bombers and entered the antenna's receiving angle, wouldn't she be able to interfere with the missile's command receiver?

Tizi couldn't deal with the command guidance, simply because she couldn't enter the receiving angle of the command antenna!

"Hehe, you want to fight me in this environment? It's too early for you!"

The jammer easily got rid of the pursuit of the few P-47s that had performance advantages but were completely inferior in battlefield perception. Even though she had not yet entered the range of the MG-151's aircraft guns, it was not difficult for her to have the airborne jammer send a similar signal as interference according to the radio wave parameters of the suspected command signal reported by Grapes on WIFI!

"Zeppelin, signal frequency band... signal waveform... repetition frequency... it's up to you!"

"Hehe...Tizi, just don't worry!"

With a slight flick of the switch of the jammer mounted on the belly of the aircraft, at least one-third of the missiles in the missile cluster that was getting closer and closer to the German fleet on the sea suddenly danced to rock and roll on the sea like headless flies, with no one appreciating them.

It's just like... those gentlemen who just want to satisfy their addiction and then die, taking that legendary pill.

All of a sudden, the interference, interception, air combat, and the whistling, near misses, and explosions of missiles on the sea surface... the fierce battle under the saturation attack and the crazy missiles in the jammers were matched together. In the cruel arrangement of life and death and destiny, a sense of humor actually emerged...

(Friendly reminder: some things are untouchable, so it is better to avoid some places)

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The incoming missiles were so dense that

Although everyone was fighting desperately, and even the airborne jammer mounted on the Zeppelin interfered with dozens of anti-ship missiles in remote control command mode, brutal damage was inevitable in the face of an attack of this scale.

And no matter whether the location that was hit is a rolled-up iron sheet or a blazing flame, it is a perfect guide for subsequent missiles!

Even though the jamming system and water mist foil strips were spraying as hard as they could, they were still no match for the enemy's sheer numbers.

The fierce battle in the sky gradually faded away with the roar of the engines, but the German fleet on the sea was already in ruins.

After only three minutes of fierce fighting, the German fleet, which was passively attacking, suffered heavy losses!

"Tirpitz was hit by five bullets, water is entering two places on the waterline, the hull is tilted six degrees, and the speed has temporarily dropped to 132 knots. Emergency repairs are being organized; Prince Eugen was hit by one bullet each on the front and rear bridges, and one bullet was lost near the rear hull. The strength of the armor connection of the rear main gun ammunition depot was broken and water is entering. Six anti-ship missiles were ordered to be abandoned by Top for fear of fire and explosion. In addition, Top was injured and his arm was crushed off in the explosion... In addition to the previous bullet in the hangar, Zeppelin was hit by two more bullets in the middle of the port side. The hangar caught fire, the flight deck needs to be repaired, and the carrier-based aircraft must arrange landing on the Kumets side; among the 84 aircraft dispatched by the three carrier-based aircraft wings, only 8 aircraft returned. In addition, Zeppelin had 2 fighters and 178 reconnaissance aircraft on standby on the deck that were damaged in the missile attack. Now, including the Kumets fleet, there are still 145 fighters left, but only fighters can be used again..."

After the brutal battle, Bismarck, hugging his arms and gritting his teeth, barely stood on the armored bulkhead. The damage was only blocked by the projection so that the damage could not be seen from the human form. While grimacing in pain, he reported the injuries of several sisters.

As for herself...

Even if she didn't say it, the captain, Lütjens, had already received a report from the damage control team. After being hit by six anti-ship missiles, a missile hit the waterline in the middle front part of the port side. Not only was water ingress, but the main armor and structure were damaged. The main turret of the "Beta" was also stuck in the vibration. A large hole was blown out on the stern deck, causing water to fill the steering gear. It is now being repaired. The emergency rudder is barely used to maintain the course, but the speed has dropped to 27 knots. As for the hull, deck and superstructure, after being hit by four missiles, the blazing flames were clearly visible even from dozens of kilometers away. Eight anti-ship missiles that could catch fire and explode at any time were even abandoned in an emergency to maintain the safety of the hull...

Fortunately, despite this level of damage, the few ships were able to hold on for the time being.

But what should we do now for the next battle?

The Persian cat cast an inquiring look at his captain, but did not see any reassuring expression.

"I've already reported this to my superiors. The marshal didn't say anything, but the Führer ordered us to keep moving forward. We can only retreat when we're sure we've discovered the ambush circle of the American fleet and that we're in a disadvantageous position..." Lütjens was holding onto the telegram that was said to have been sent by the little mustache himself, his tone full of fatigue and helplessness.

Although all the reconnaissance planes at the French coastal airports in the Bay of Biscay have been dispatched, the whereabouts of the American fleet is still unknown. However, even from the confirmed intelligence, the old rival, the British Royal Navy, has been dispatched in full force! Regardless of other things, the British have dispatched as many as ten aircraft carriers and light aircraft carriers this time!

Not to mention the Americans who are missing!

It’s easy to guess what their plan is by lying in ambush like this!

He knew that the enemy had set up an ambush circle ahead, but the Führer insisted on moving forward...

They could neither retreat nor take the initiative, nor were they sure of winning. Even the fleet could not afford any losses!

Fighting this kind of battle... is so frustrating!

"Commander, Commander, I'm Bontai, and I have an idea I need to report to you."

Bangtai's voice suddenly came from the headphone radio on the table.

"Hmm..." Lütjens, who had been lying on the back of his chair with a look of Ge You because of his bleak future, turned his head and a question mark appeared on his head. But soon, he remembered that the Zeppelin aircraft carrier was seriously damaged and was under emergency repair. So Zeppelin and her carrier-based aircraft were now arranging a landing in Kumets.

"Bongtai, what's the matter? Tell me."

"Commander, I'm wondering if we can launch a missile attack right away!" Bonte's voice on the other side of the microphone was still steady, even making Lütjens, who always thought he was very strong, feel ashamed unconsciously: "I calculated that they were 450 kilometers away from us before. According to the intensity of the previous battle and the range of their Spitfire fighters, they must get closer to us now to accommodate the batch of carrier-based aircraft we sent out before..."

"So, what you mean is, now is the time...?"

"That's right! We can take advantage of this opportunity to attack them! We must at least destroy a few of their aircraft carriers. Otherwise, no matter if the American fleet arrives at the battlefield or the Führer's instructions, we can only fight like this!"