Bismarck

"understand!"

"Car three, move forward three!" This was the reply from the car bellman.

"Heading 76!"

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The exercise proceeded according to the predetermined procedures. In this case, I did not need to participate, as everything was controlled by the crew themselves.

"Front main gun, two rounds, test fire!"

"understand!"

"Observe the landing point, too close!"

"Recalculate trajectory!"

A series of instructions were issued continuously, the crew members strictly followed the operating procedures, and the ammunition was stuffed into the gun barrels faithfully.

"Fire again!" the gunner ordered.

"Understood! Two test shots!"

"Hit the target!"

"Rapid shooting, start!"

I started exchanging fire with the "enemy", and then during the "battle" I was also hit in the turret.

"Fire on the rear deck, damage control team, prepare to put out the fire!"

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According to the steps of the exercise, our warships will definitely sink the enemy in the end, and this time is no exception (after all, what’s the point if ours is sunk?). After the lookout announced the sinking of the enemy battleship, the next step was to announce the end of the exercise.

However, it seems that our luck is really good. Maybe God heard my boring complaints. Before the end of the exercise, a group of ships appeared in my perception...

"A transport fleet appears!" I immediately determined that those slowly moving figures were the targets we had been looking for!

I quickly ran to the captain and whispered the situation to him.

"Have you confirmed the target?" he asked.

"There are six transport ships, flying the British flag and heading north." I confirmed, "Speed ​​13 knots."

"Are there any escort vessels?"

"Their location is already at the limit of my detection range. I can't track them any further away."

“It should be heading to Norway.”

The captain nodded, walked to the command desk and picked up the radio microphone.

"Enemy ships appear, level one combat deployment, repeat, level one combat deployment!" After thinking for a moment, he added, "This is not a drill!"

This is really a coincidence. The exercise was about to end, but there was another combat alert. In order to prevent the crew from thinking that they were crying wolf, the captain specifically stated that this was not an exercise. However, the captain was obviously overthinking. Even without a break, the crew still carried out the order meticulously without cutting corners.

The shells were reloaded and the muzzles were pointed at the enemy.

"Captain, should we fire?" I asked. "At this distance, I am sure I can hit the target."

After all, transport ships are different from warships. They have poor observation capabilities and weak maneuverability. They have not discovered any signs of us and are moving along their inherent routes. If I open fire, I can easily predict the opponent's trajectory, which is no different from attacking a fixed target.

"What is the current visual observation distance?" the captain asked the meteorologist.

"Captain! About 15 nautical miles!"

"What's the distance now?" the captain asked me.

"Well, it's currently 25 nautical miles away from us!"

"Approach the enemy fleet. Generally, the escort forces are five nautical miles away. Detect carefully. If no local warships appear at a distance of 20 nautical miles, fire directly!"

"Understood!"

"Heading 190, three into three!" the captain ordered.

I began to turn and slowly approached the unsuspecting transport convoy.

At this time, it was almost dusk...

Ps: I just came back from a trip today, and I typed all these words on the train... I was so exhausted, and the number of words is not very large, please forgive me!!!

By the way, I would like to recommend the novel "Overlimit Plan" written by the same author, which is a fanfiction of this LOL game~

Chapter 93: Night Battle

As dusk gradually fell, everyone in the bridge was looking forward to seeing the British transport fleet appear as soon as possible so that they could strike hard at them. The radar operator stared at the screen intently. Of course, he didn't know that the target he saw was just a virtual one created by me. Everything was based on my perception range. Otherwise, how could the German radar detect the target at such a long distance?

I'm not saying that our radars are rubbish.

My perception distance has exceeded the range of the current radar, so it can support me to launch a wave of attacks first at what they believe to be beyond visual range - in short, it is better to strike first.

"Distance 34000 yards, closing in."

"Distance 32000 yards, closing in."

I reported quietly to the captain again and again, quickly approaching the unaware transport fleet.

"Continue the exploration." The captain nodded. "Knowing that you have entered the Atlantic, it is impossible for the British to have no escort ships."

"understand!"

When we were 30000 yards away from the transport fleet, it turned out that the captain's guess was correct. A destroyer appeared in my perception range, but what was strange was that this destroyer was not sailing at the same speed as the merchant ship.

"Captain, this destroyer is approaching me quickly," I reported.

"Did you find me?"

"No."

This distance is still far beyond the detection range of the British radar. If it is a sunny day, it may be possible to detect it visually, but now...

"Don't worry about him. Just keep a distance from him. He's a patrolling destroyer." The captain thought for a moment and said.

"understand!"

Before I could sail out for a while, some transport fleets appeared in sight.

"Huh? Captain, we found some more transport ships!" I asked curiously. Could there be more transport ships in a place I can't see?

I just finished reporting. The radar operator also saw it, but he could only see some dots and didn't know what they were.

"How many have you discovered so far?"

“Eight!”

"Keep contact, continue observation!" The captain's brows relaxed, and he seemed to be in a good mood. "This fleet may be larger than you and I imagined."

"Pass on my order. Send a message to the nearby submarine forces and attack ships. If you find a large-scale enemy transport fleet, have them get as close to me as possible!"

"understand!"

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"British cruiser spotted!"

"Destroyer spotted!"

"Transport ship found!"

As I got closer and closer, the size of the fleet gradually emerged in front of me, and everyone was shocked by its huge size. In order to get a better understanding of the details, I relied on my long sensing range and forced my way closer to the transport fleet without them noticing. Then I changed from the original oblique position to parallel to the transport fleet and conducted a thorough "scan" of them at high speed.

This was a huge fleet of nearly 30 ships, of which I found 20 transport ships, 5 destroyers, and a cruiser. The transport ships were arranged in a neat rectangular formation, hundreds of meters apart from each other, moving slowly at a speed of more than ten knots, turning every 20 to 30 minutes, and sailing in a zigzag pattern to avoid submarine attacks. There were 4 destroyers wandering around, at the four corners, some at a fixed speed, some on mobile patrol, and a cruiser and a destroyer in front leading the way.

That cruiser seemed to be a Linxian-class reconnaissance cruiser (thanks to the captain for making me memorize all the models of the opposing destroyers, so I could recognize it at a glance.), 5200 tons, with a total armament of only 6 152 guns and three torpedoes on each side. Except for its farther range, it didn't have much other capabilities. This kind of light cruiser had no human rights in front of a large warship.

"Keep contact first. It's getting dark soon. Wait until night falls before breaking in! Make full use of Bismarck's night combat capabilities!" The captain glanced into the distance and gave an order to Lindemann.

"understand!"

Lindemann turned around and began to give detailed instructions.

"Captain, what are you looking at?" I asked standing aside.

"The cruisers are already out. According to custom, the British battleships must be not far away." He said calmly.

"But I didn't see any British battleships," I asked puzzledly.

"That's because you haven't gone any further." The captain laughed.

At this time, after passing parallel to the side of the fleet once, I turned again, from opposite directions to facing each other, bypassed from the right side and then occupied the attack position in the front, preparing for the arrival of night.

Although it wastes distance, it doesn't take much time at my speed.

"By the way, did you see any different ships among the transport ships?" the captain turned and asked me.

"Different? No." I shook my head. "What's the matter?"

"When escorting a battleship, if the escort force is insufficient, it will disguise itself and join the transport fleet, usually in the last row."

"I just looked carefully and there is no disguised ship."

I can nod my head with certainty about this. My way of observation is not the same as human visual perception, so the possibility of being deceived by appearance is... not high.

"Then their battleship should be behind the fleet." The captain sighed, "It should have been a little further away."

"But what I detected there just now is that there is no fleet behind the fleet."

"Normally, the battleships in this formation are about 30 minutes away from the transport fleet. You can't detect them like this, but if you were at the bottom at that time, you might be able to see them."

"30 minutes?" I asked in confusion. "Why is it so long? If something happens, half an hour is enough to change a lot of things."

"For an ordinary warship, a few destroyers are enough to hold it back for half an hour, which is enough time for it to catch up. And he doesn't have to rush there, the main gun range will soon reach here." The captain explained patiently.

"Of course you are different."

"I have already informed the U-boats and raiders of the situation here. They will come from all directions. When the time comes, your night attack will prioritize the destroyers and the light cruiser. As long as their escort forces are destroyed, not only will the battleships not dare to move forward, but the transport fleet will also be powerless to fight back if they encounter submarines!"

"Besides, the British will be heartbroken for the loss of every destroyer." The captain smiled.

"Why? The British have 200 destroyers." I asked puzzledly. "Even if all of them are lost, it's not a big deal."

If the number of German destroyers was that, all these losses would have been devastating, but for the British... it shouldn't be a big deal.

"Don't forget that we are the attacking party now. If the British want to defend against submarine attacks from underwater, they must deploy several times more troops."

Now I am back to the right front of the British fleet, and at the same speed as them, keeping a distance of 30000 yards. There is still an hour before it gets dark. This is a rare rest time. The captain ordered all the crew to have dinner in batches, eat early and prepare for the battle at night. However, he himself is still on the bridge with me.

"Let me calculate it for you," he said. "Before the war, the British had nearly 200 destroyers in total. But after a portion of the main destroyer fleet was divided, and after excluding those under repair in the shipyard, there were only about 100 destroyers that could escort merchant ships. The British have to merchant ships every month, and if you count those that don't return, that's . The Atlantic is so big, how can destroyers be enough?"

“So, the priority target is deportation.”

"I understand!" I nodded vigorously.

"By the way, Captain, you can go to have dinner too," I said.

"I'm going to watch from here."

"I'm here, don't worry!"

He smiled and said nothing.

"Hey, Captain, you don't believe me. We won't have time to eat later." I said.

"Then don't eat it." He said indifferently.

"That won't work. You're so old, you need to eat regularly!"

"Do you think I'm too old?" He turned around, leaned against the bulkhead, and chuckled.

Is this? Are you teasing me?

Captain, you are leaning against the bulkhead, which means you are leaning against my body. This is a wall-dong!

"Ahem, no way!" I blushed and quickly stated my position, "Captain, you are still very handsome!"

"Tizi, quickly let your captain finish his meal and come up to take over the shift!" I shouted in my mind to Tirpitz who was eating happily.

"Sister, the food today is delicious. Don't you want to come and eat?" She replied to me while eating.

Tizi and Lindman sat facing each other, each holding a plate, but the little girl had obviously eaten several times more food than the uncle in front of her! The officers around them were petrified, and even Lindman had a dark face.

"What are you eating... You should eat iron! Eat less. Didn't you see that Lindmann was almost going crazy watching you eat?" I said. Before, Tilbitz always ate in the room with me, or simply didn't eat. This was the first time I was in the same restaurant with the officers. I guess Lindmann must have regretted it.

"Lindeman, my sister said you were going crazy, is that right?" Ti Zi raised her head and asked innocently, with a little sauce at the corner of her mouth.