Bismarck

I described the battleship's appearance to the captain, who quickly nodded.

"It's Determination, for sure. I didn't expect him to be here. Isn't he in Canada? Why is he escorting this fleet?" The captain asked puzzledly, "Could it be that this fleet is not heading to Narvik, but to the British mainland?"

“Maybe… I don’t understand.”

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

"Code 35000."

"The maximum range of the Resolution is about 28000 yards, and the effective range is about 5000 yards closer. You can fire at it at this distance difference. 26000 yards shouldn't be a problem for you to aim."

"The aiming is fine, but I can't guarantee the dispersion," I said.

"It's okay. Your dispersion is still acceptable at 26000 yards, and it's OK as long as he can't hit you." The captain patted my shoulder and said, "Be careful. It will hurt if he hits you."

I nodded. If I could still be hit at the maximum range, then my face would become African.

"Um, by the way, Captain, can you operate the ship yourself later?"

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"Sister, are you going to start again?" Ti Zi's worried voice came in.

"Yeah." I smiled and said, "Tizi, sleep well. I'm fine."

"Bismarck, course 270, slow down to 25 knots!" the captain ordered loudly.

"Heading 270, 25 knots!"

My ship turned sideways, moving quickly in front of the British formation, with all the guns aimed at the determined position, firmly occupying the T head...

Come on, resolve!

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Chapter 96: Determination to Fight

Determination is a British battleship of the R class. Its configuration and performance are outdated, and its speed is only 20 knots, so it can only be used to escort slower transport fleets. However, its 15-inch gun is about the same caliber as mine, so it would be very painful if I was hit.

At the captain's signal, I slowed down to 20 knots, waiting for the British support fleet to catch up and beat them, but first - the surrounding water column reminded me that there was a cripple there? That Lin Xian with a broken leg?

In order to cover the retreat of the transport ship, it fired at me desperately, but it seemed to be just within the range (its range) now. Although the splashes from the small water pipes did not cause any harm to me, they were still quite annoying.

Flies are the most annoying thing.

"Sink it." The captain glanced at the Lin Xian that was getting closer and closer and said nonchalantly.

"I couldn't ask for more!" I chuckled. I had been planning to send you to the sea before we left, so that you would have time to abandon the ship. Since you are like this, then -

"Fire!"

"Boom--" The six main guns roared at the same time, and muzzle inflammation illuminated half of the sky. Just imagine how close even a small water pipe can reach me. My shells almost all hit the target without any suspense. For this kind of light cruiser, a 380mm shell can cause it to be severely damaged if it is not hit well. After three explosions, it has become a ball of fire, and the superstructure is completely shrouded in flames and thick smoke. The last power is gone. One of the shells penetrated its waterline at an angle and exploded, blowing a large hole in the waterline. The seawater rushed in, and it quickly began to tilt due to the failure of damage control...

I quietly watched the fireball disappear on the sea without saying anything. Since it is a war, there is no mercy. Forgiving the enemy is cruel to yourself - besides, I have already given him a chance.

"Captain, the Lin Xian has sunk." I reported to the captain only after the enemy's shadow could no longer be seen on the water.

The captain nodded. What he was concerned about now was the battleship that was about to arrive.

"How much distance is there?" asked the captain.

"31000 yards." I measured and came back quickly.

"Keep waiting. Once we are within your firing range, I will occupy the T-head and fire two rounds of artillery fire. Then I will turn and point the stern towards the Determination. I will keep my distance at a speed of 20 knots."

"clear."

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"Sister, isn't your rear main gun missing? Is this possible?" After returning to my room, Tizi asked me the question.

"Tizi, don't think about dying like this." I smiled and patted her head. Anyway, they couldn't catch up for a while, so I started to explain to Tizi. "Look, I will move the two front main guns back to the extreme angle. Then, as long as we tilt the hull slightly, won't we be able to exert full firepower?"

This is a lesson I learned the hard way!!! I was smiling as I explained this to Tizi, but my heart was actually bleeding. Whenever I used a battleship to chase a cruiser, the cruiser would always use this trick to smear blood all over its face, and it was impossible to run away, and it was impossible to catch up, and its area of ​​being hit by bullets was small... It was incredible.

But fortunately, I have finally become that "cruiser" now.

"Swish-boom" several columns of water exploded far away from me.

"Huh? Is this a cannonball?" I was stunned for a moment, then stood up. The distance now was -

"Firing at a distance of 30500 yards?" I asked in surprise. This must be its maximum range.

I saw that the bridge was already busy and was ready to go back.

"Sister, are you leaving?"

Seeing me stand up, Ti Zi looked at me worriedly. Hearing the sound of cannons outside again, she also knew what I was going to do.

"Well, the British are firing, I'm going to the bridge first." Seeing her pouty little mouth, I smiled and rubbed her round cheeks, then comforted her, "It's okay, your sister may not be invincible, but it's still no problem to deal with this kind of ship, you have to hide here - forget it, why don't you come with me to the bridge."

"Want to see my sister's heroic figure?" I winked at her.

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After placing Grapes in a corner, I quickly walked to the captain's side.

"You're here." The captain nodded at me.

"Well," I said, "I saw the British were already firing, so I came up."

"What's the distance now?"

"30000 yards"

As I was speaking, several more shells fell in front of me, but they were so far away that they posed no threat at all.

"Why are you firing at such a distance? Captain, didn't you say the effective range is 26000 yards (23780 meters)?"

"He forced the gun." The captain said as he looked at the ship's silhouette that was already vaguely visible in the distance.

A ball of flame appeared from the muzzle, and four more shells whistled in...

I know this. The charge that exceeds the normal charge is a strong charge. Using strong charges on naval guns can increase the range and enhance the armor-piercing ability of the shells. Of course, the disadvantage is that the recoil will be greater, which will place high demands on the gun mount and will greatly shorten the life of the gun barrel. The rifling will also be severely worn, and the gun barrel may need to be replaced after a battle. Under normal circumstances, this situation is not allowed because it will cause great damage to the warship - I used strong charges when I tested it last time, and the severe recoil caused physical discomfort.

However, this time the captain on the opposite side seemed to know what tactics I would use, and he took the initiative to use powerful charges to fire. However, the accuracy was... I looked at the captain, and he sneered, obviously disdainful.

Well, I feel like I'm European and I shouldn't be hit at this extreme distance.

"It's hard to aim at the T-head, Captain. The bullet surface is so small!"

"Just aim at his bow," the captain said. "Tell me when you get to 25000 yards."

"understood."

I kept maneuvering. Even at 3000 knots, it wouldn't take long to reach the 20-yard mark. So -

"27000 yards! Captain! I'm turning."

I started to turn left. This direction just maintained the aiming line, and it was aimed at the southeast, so if there was any problem, I could escape immediately.

"Fire!" the captain made an immediate decision.

"Bismarck, all guns, fire!"

I said something silently in my heart, the button was turned on, and a huge explosion pressure was generated instantly!

The ship rolled sideways and six shells whizzed out.

After a parabola, six water lines appeared around Determination, and all of them lost their target.

"Too close." The captain put down the telescope and said to me, "Far away!"

"Well, I'll adjust it right away."

I quickly calculated the new trajectory and waited for the reload to complete before firing another salvo.

The Resolution came under my attack and quickly began to take evasive action.

Reloading completed - "Second salvo, fire!"

"boom--"

Six more shells whizzed out.

This old-style battleship has low power and slow maneuverability. It cannot do anything in ten or twenty seconds. Moreover, under my tracking, the ballistic parameters are changing in real time. At least from this point of view, it is several times more accurate than human control.

“Hit…hit…hit! Sister is awesome!”

I heard Tizi silently praying, and saw her cheering when I hit the target. She waved her little fist excitedly.

"Isn't that awesome?" I turned around and snapped my fingers at her, and unexpectedly saw her starry eyes.

"Yeah!" She nodded vigorously.

In fact, the victory that Tizi saw so happily did not cause much damage. The six shells were scattered 25000 meters at a distance of 500 meters. Only two hit the target, and the other four were all empty fire.

"Hit the bow with one bullet and the turret with one bullet," I said to the captain.

"How's it going?"

"The damage... um, it doesn't seem to be that big." I smiled embarrassedly.

The bullet that hit the turret happened to hit the front armor and ricocheted, but the bullet on the bow hit the target solidly and penetrated it, but apart from water entering, there seemed to be no other problems.

"But the speed of the other side seems to be a little slower. Maybe the bow movement has an effect." I added.

As the Resolution got closer and closer, the shells landed more and more accurately. After hurriedly finishing the third round of shelling, I just casually glanced at the results, started to turn, and quickly aimed the stern of the ship (tun) at the Resolution.

"Speed, 20 knots!" With the captain's order, the distance between me and Determination was fixed at a level that it would never be able to get close to.

"Today I will show you the advantages of high-speed ships!"

The water column exploded far away from me. I didn't even bother to take a look. I recalculated the parameters of the trajectory and started to turn right. The front turret slowly turned to the bottom of the starboard side, and coordinated with the two guns at the back to aim at the determination to pursue.

"boom--"

After a while, two sparks burst out from the body of Determination, one of which hit the lower part of its command tower, and its upper deck was easily penetrated by me. However, these damages were really insignificant for a battleship.

After firing two consecutive shells at an angle, I quickly adjusted my position and continued to point the stern at it.

"Captain, its bow is facing me, I can't cause more damage, and its side waterline is completely out of my attack range. It will take a long time to fight!" I said, "and my position has been exposed..."

"Don't worry." The captain said, "Now try to hit one of its turrets. With its armor, it will be destroyed if you hit the top. Then you will have a chance to see its side."

The captain spoke with such confidence that I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because of the glory of the British Empire." The captain said lightly, and it was unclear whether it was sarcasm or emotion.

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Chapter 97: Performing Duties

In order to better attack the Determination, the Bismarck had to slow down a bit. After all, at a distance of 25 kilometers, unless special shells were used, the accuracy was not even controlled by her. Usually, only one shell could be hit in a round of salvos, and they all hit insignificant places, and most of the time, all of them missed. After consuming a lot of main guns, Lütjens had to order this to happen. No more time could be wasted.

However, as the distance shortened, the British artillery shells gradually became more accurate.

"What's the distance now?" Lütjens asked. He had a telescope but it was useless. He could only rely on Bismarck's sense. It was not only because of the night, but also because of the curvature of the earth, which made observation difficult.

"26000 yards (23780 meters)!" Bismarck replied quickly.

"Well, we are about to enter their effective firing range... so keep pulling away!" Lütjens smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows, and didn't take it too seriously: "Order, three to four, speed 27 knots! Left rudder 15 degrees, heading 090! Bismarck, keep aiming and firing!!"

Although turning would affect the speed, the huge Bismarck quickly accelerated to 27 knots under the surging power. Compared with the old ironclad ship behind it, which could only reach 20 knots at most, the speed difference of more than ten kilometers per hour was more than 200 meters per minute. In just five minutes, the distance was pulled back to 27300 yards (25000 meters). Although this distance was still within the maximum range of the determination, there was basically no need to worry about being hit.

Want to hit the target? Do you rely on faith?

The principle of the British fire control system is to use trigonometric functions to calculate the rate of change of distance through the speed and heading of both sides, and then use this as a basis to calculate the lead time. Only after the relevant parameters are corrected can effective shooting be carried out. However, those who have learned trigonometric functions know that when the two sides of the triangle are pulled into a straight line (that is, when the Bismarck is now directly in front of the determination), it is impossible to calculate the relevant parameters through trigonometric functions. As for visually estimating the opponent's speed, the error rate can be as high as 30% during the day, not to mention that it is dark now. The muzzle flame of the Bismarck is basically a flash, and there is no way to measure the distance stably. In addition, the waves on the bow, basically at this distance, unless it is a fire control radar specially developed by the Americans in the later period, the hit rate is basically impossible~!

Seeing that the distance was far enough, Lütjens calmly commanded the Bismarck to turn right and put it right in front of the direction of the Determination. Because of the existence of the non-magical ship, the six 380mm guns leisurely relied on the advantage of long range to hang the Determination and fly it. When the Determination rushed a little closer, it turned left again and led the Determination to run.

"Captain, this is very disadvantageous to us!" The operations staff said anxiously on the Resolution, "According to the intelligence from the Linxian just now, the Bismarck can still accurately hit the transport ship even when it is covered by smoke. This means that the Germans may have mastered the ability to use radar to set shooting parameters. It is obvious that they want to keep us hanging..."

"I know!" The captain interrupted the staff officer. "I know we are in a disadvantageous position now, whether in speed, range, or precise aiming, but!" He looked at the sudden flash of muzzle flame in front of him. "This is our chance to annihilate her. Doesn't she want to sink me? As long as we delay her and wait for the fleet to arrive, we can send her to hell!"

"But the fleet... is still far away." said the staff officer worriedly.

As they were talking, several whistling armor-piercing shells flew over their heads again, and then the rear of the ship began to vibrate violently.

"That's why we have to delay! At this distance, even if her aim is very accurate, she can't decide the dispersion. Don't worry too much. Just go and see where the damage is."

"Yes!" The staff officer took the order and left.