Bismarck

"One aircraft carrier is identified, but it is beyond my range of perception. Two Nelson-class battleships are identified, but the others are beyond my range."

"Sure enough, both are there." Lütjens sighed. "So what's the distance?"

"40 kilometers."

"It's far beyond the range of the ship's guns, keep getting closer!" Lütjens thought for a moment and gave the order.

"Yes!"

Both parties have discovered each other at a certain distance. As their directions and destinations are determined, the speed of approaching each other increases sharply!

Soon, a huge British fleet appeared on the horizon. In the Reykjavik Bay, two destroyers were trying to release smoke back and forth, trying to cover the cruisers with four decks full of marines to occupy the beautiful country that was originally far away from the world and leisurely; on the other side of the sea, about six destroyers were divided into two teams, led by two reconnaissance cruisers, and were waiting in battle array 25000 yards away from the Bismarck; and not far behind them, two fat and ugly battleships were rushing towards the Bismarck fiercely. From their aggressive appearance, one could seem to see the fierce and gnashing face of the British fleet commander.

Grape, who was also sensing the situation nearby, jumped and clenched his fists: "Sister is right! The British are indeed villains!! Humph!!!" Seeing this adorable look, everyone on the bridge, including Lütjens who had a serious face, couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, you're right, the British are villains." Lütjens couldn't help laughing and stroked Tizi's hair. He said in a voice that only Bismarck and the others could hear, "Tizi, help your sister beat the bad guys, okay?"

"Okay, okay! Sister, I'll fight the bad guys with you!" Tizi excitedly shook Bismarck's arm, "Sister~sister~~, okay~~~"

"Okay, okay." Bismarck glared at his captain helplessly, quickly bent down, and whispered in Tizi's ear: "Help sister operate those secondary guns. If those cruisers and destroyers dare to come over, hit them hard. Also, if you have anything to say, say it in your mind, everyone is watching you..."

Although Tirpitz could not control Bismarck's hull without Bismarck's consent, once the "authority was opened", they seemed to have merged into one, and the secondary guns moved easily, indicating that the linkage was completed.

But looking at the doubtful expressions on the faces of the sailors around him, even Lütjens (who was the one who first said that Bismarck was the Grape Gang) was embarrassed.

"Ahem!" Lütjens pretended to be serious as he opened the microphone. "Order, Bismarck loads high-explosive bombs and gives priority to attacking British cruisers that attempt to land! At the same time, Bismarck prepares to broadcast to Iceland, sending our German blessings and greetings."

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Chapter 107: The Goddess Arrives

The radio operator quickly turned on all channels and was about to sit down when Lütjens stopped him.

"You go broadcast!" said the captain, smiling and glancing at his flagship.

"Eh? I'm broadcasting?" Bismarck asked in surprise, his mouth open. Shouldn't this kind of thing be left to professionals?

"You go," Lütjens repeated.

"Oh, okay! But...what should I say?"

"Read it this way!" Lütjens handed the telegram back to her. Bismarck took a quick look at it and quickly made up his mind.

"Understood! Captain!"

"Don't forget, the British also listen to you."

"..."

At 3:40 in the morning Iceland time, Icelandic Prime Minister Jonathan, who was still sleeping, was awakened by the Chief of Police who rushed over.

"What did you say?!" Jonathan, who had just sat up from the bed and was still putting on his clothes, was shocked by Jonathan's words. "A huge British fleet? They want us to cooperate with their occupation?"

"Yes! A policeman who was patrolling the dock just reported here... and he said he heard the British ultimatum on the dock's radio..."

Jonathan hurriedly buttoned his shirt while rushing to the radio and turned it on. Then he heard a British-accented, arrogant voice on the radio: "...Now we ask you to cooperate with our occupation, otherwise you will be regarded as supporters of rogue countries, and you will be responsible for all the consequences!..."

“Damn it!” Jonathan punched the radio, causing it to make a piercing “hissing” sound. “Did we offend anyone? Why is this happening!!”

The Chief of Police was also angry: "You are still against rogue states occupying us, who is the rogue state?!"

Jonathan turned around twice, grabbed the phone, and shouted to the operator on the other end of the phone: "I want to make a call! To the British Consul in Iceland! Hurry up!!"

The call was quickly connected, but before Jonathan could ask what was going on, the British consul on the other end had already put on the same arrogant and rude British gentleman style as before on the radio: "It seems that Prime Minister Jonathan has received the message, so please do as you are told."

"Why are you doing this! Our Icelandic government has done nothing wrong! You have no reason to do this, you are acting like a robber!" An angry Jonathan almost shouted into the microphone at the top of his voice.

"Calm down, calm down, you did nothing wrong." An even more arrogant voice came from the other end of the microphone. How could the British consul, who had been the king for almost a century, care about the attitude of a small country? "It's very clear. We want to deal with Germany, so we are requisitioning your land in Iceland now. After we defeat the Germans, we will leave. Then you will have the freedom you want. But don't do anything to make us unhappy, especially don't talk to me in this Nordic Viking barbarian tone, otherwise if we regard you as supporting Germany, you will bear the consequences! UNDERSTAND?!"

Then Jonathan heard a loud "click!" in the receiver, and then nothing happened. Only the radio, which was still on, could still hear the British ultimatum. Jonathan was so angry that he threw the phone down: "Nordic Viking barbarians?! You will suffer the consequences?! Assholes!!!"

"What should we do now...?" The police chief asked helplessly with red eyes and a long puff of his cigarette.

"What can we do? What can we do? What else can we do!!!" Jonathan covered his forehead with a painful look on his face, "Damn British..."

"Chancellor, telegram from Germany!"

"What? Bring it here?"

Jonathan took a quick glance and the chief of police next to him immediately asked, "Mr. Prime Minister, what did the Germans say?"

"The Germans said they have learned that the British are about to invade Iceland, and will send all the forces they can. However, their strength is not as strong as the British, so they hope we can forgive them..."

"What else did they say?"

"The Germans also said that they had broadcast this incident to the whole world, and tomorrow all countries in the world would know what the British did in Iceland. They said that although this could not stop the British aggression, the Icelandic people's struggle for freedom and independence would definitely be remembered by the world."

"I didn't expect... that the country that offered a helping hand in the end was what the British call a rogue state. This is really ridiculous." The Chief of Police sneered.

"Yeah." Jonathan sighed and shook his head. "It's just that the Germans said they would help to the best of their ability. I guess we don't need to wait. They are busy fighting the British in Norway. How can they have the time to come and help us?"

"It's too late even if we come here." The sheriff nodded.

"But it's good that they have this attitude." Jonathan patted the sheriff's shoulder. "Let's go, let's go to the dock. Even if the British want to invade us, we can't be treated like slaves!"

"Yes, Prime Minister."

When the Prime Minister and the Sheriff walked onto the dock, the staff at the Prime Minister's residence who knew about the incident were also in low spirits. Gradually, people on the street rushed out of their homes and knocked on the doors of their relatives and friends. More and more people walked out of the streets and onto the dock, looking at the British warships that were approaching triumphantly with grief and anger but helplessness. From a distant shadow, the mast of a ship slowly grew larger, and through the binoculars of the dock staff, they could even see that it was filled with densely packed, fully armed British people.

The person opposite is so ugly and disgusting, like Satan from hell!

"Oh my God." Some people at the dock had already begun to sob in despair. The entire British fleet appeared in front of them so arrogantly and was about to land on their homes. The fear of losing their homes made the Icelandic people feel heartbroken.

But at this moment, behind the thick smoke in the distance, bursts of red flashes suddenly appeared on the clouds, and everyone's attention was drawn to it. They looked at the strange scene in the sky in surprise.

What's happening here?

First, it appeared on the sea surface in the southwest, and then soon, colorful streams of light appeared on the sea and sky in the northwest, and at the same time, a dull sound of "boom! boom!" was heard in the distance. After a few "booms", a red light flashed in the northwest. But after this red light, about a minute later, the clouds in the sky were torn apart by several golden meteors, and they hit the British warship in the front like Odin's punishment. Dense water columns enveloped the British warships, and then those British warships began to turn like crazy, swaying around like headless flies.

"What is this?" Jonathan was stunned and looked at the police chief beside him.

"It seems that the British and others were fighting." The Chief of Police scratched his head and said he didn't know what happened.

"Could it be that there are warships from other countries?" Jonathan asked in confusion. "Could it be that they belong to the Germans?!"

Thinking of this, his tone even contained a hint of surprise and ecstasy!

"I don't know... Prime Minister, let's go and take a look."

"Okay, give me the telescope!"

At the same time, whether it was Prime Minister Jonathan's residence, the homes of citizens, or the radio stations in the dock duty room, as long as they were not turned off, a completely different sound rang out at the same time. In the radio speakers, accompanied by the roar of artillery fire, a gentle, clear and pleasant female voice overwhelmed the arrogant British duck voice before, and came out from the radio. However, there seemed to be the sound of artillery fire in the background of that female voice?

The girl first mocked British Admiral Tovey and Prime Minister Churchill in a very sarcastic tone, saying that they were really going backwards and had lost all their dignity. Then she changed the subject and began the following words in an unusually gentle and firm voice.

"This is the German Navy's flagship Bismarck sending a belated greeting to the kind and peaceful Icelandic people. (Boom!!) We express our regret and sympathy for your country's fate, and our anger and condemnation for Britain's wanton trampling on the sovereignty of a small neutral country that does not fight with the world. Germany and Britain (Boom!!) are hostile, but innocent countries and people should not be implicated! The British revealed their ugly side at this moment. Our head of state has learned about this matter and is mediating internationally, and has sent the battleship Bismarck to come. But even so, we are still weak and cannot confront the powerful British Navy. Therefore, we can only suggest that the Icelandic government and people try to avoid risks, leave the war zone, (Boom!!) pay attention to safety, and also avoid angering the invaders and suffering brutal retaliation! But no matter what, the German war navy will fight Britain to the end, and justice will surely defeat evil! (Boom!!) Long live the independence and freedom of the Icelandic people!!"

"Long live freedom! Long live independence!"

The people on the dock couldn't help but shout loudly under the leadership of that voice, even though their homes were occupied, their hearts were still free!

The British will surely fall into the hatred of the Icelandic people!

Along with the girl's beautiful voice, round after round of artillery fire hit the British fleet that was trying to land. Soon, a British warship was hit and caught fire. In the blazing fire, a sinful black shadow was hit by several shells in succession. After just ten minutes, the warship, which was completely out of control, tilted like a drunkard. It seemed that people could be seen jumping into the sea from the warship with flames on. In this temperature when it was still snowing, the sea water was icy cold. Almost everyone could guess their fate in five minutes.

All those who witnessed this on the dock, even decades later when they recalled this scene, said that they were sure they saw the Valkyrie goddess sent from the Asgard to punish the invaders.

The goddess has arrived!

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Chapter 108: A difficult battle

After both sides knew each other's existence, they did not circle around and began to approach each other. Soon, the reconnaissance plane in front reported the discovery of Bismarck's trace!

"General! We found Bismarck!!"

"What? We found the Bismarck? Where is it?!" Tovey subconsciously looked out the window after hearing this. The adjutant quickly said, "General, the Bismarck came down from the Denmark Strait and is still out of sight..."

"Denmark Strait?!" Tovey turned around suddenly: "Are you sure?!"

The adjutant was startled and said quickly: "Confirmed...confirmed, it is the Denmark Strait, coming from the north!"

Without saying anything, Tovey rushed to the chart table and looked at the chart lines: "What is the current situation?!"

"It's like this..." The staff officer flipped open the record book: "...Twenty minutes ago, a clear-text telegram from the Bismarck was discovered near Cape Hellnar, and the Swordfish patrolling in that area was also shot down. Due to weather reasons, the reconnaissance plane that was temporarily dispatched only discovered the specific location of the Bismarck five minutes ago, and it has now been shot down. Two more reconnaissance planes have just been dispatched to maintain long-distance surveillance. The Bismarck is currently located about 20 kilometers southwest of Cape Hellnar, and is currently rushing towards Cape Keflavik at a speed of more than 30 knots - that is where the landing fleet is about to arrive!"

Tovey gasped. He had previously judged that the Bismarck was still in the Atlantic Ocean, so the focus of the search and defense had always been on the west and south. But now the Bismarck was coming from the north, and she almost escaped! However, after looking at the battlefield situation marked on the map, Tovey breathed a sigh of relief.

From a topographical point of view, Reykjavik Bay is a pocket from northwest to southeast, and the opening of the pocket is from Cape Hellnar in the northwest to Cape Keflavik in the southeast, with a distance of 80km. The city of Reykjavik is at the bottom of the pocket near Cape Keflavik, which is the easternmost part of the entire bay, less than 30km away from Cape Keflavik. This means that if the Bismarck wants to attack the landing fleet, it must at least go deep into the pocket! And even if it wants to break out, it can only drive at full speed for at least an hour in the northwest direction to bypass Cape Hellnar and break out.

Although the speed of their two battleships was far inferior to that of the Bismarck, they were located outside the pocket. As long as they cut into the Bismarck's breakout route, even if they could not catch up with the Bismarck, they could at least expose the Bismarck to the firepower of the two BIG7-class battleships to the maximum extent. Not to mention the Hermes. Although it would be suicide to let the few salty fish on it attack the Bismarck directly, it was not impossible to contain or even pinch the Bismarck if they cooperated with the battleships. And if they could weaken the Bismarck to a certain extent in the battle...

"Good fellow, if you just ran away like this I really can't do anything to you, but now, since you have come to my door... Hehehehe, do you really think that our Royal Navy does not exist?" Thinking of this, Tovey's old face as thick as a city wall couldn't help but put on the typical British gentleman's fake smile, and his bloodshot and red eyes shot out a fierce light.

A trembling voice due to excitement soon came from the command room: "Telegraphist, report the intelligence of the encounter with Bismarck to the Admiralty and the Narvik Squadron. The Narvik Squadron should be ready for battle at any time! In addition, I order: Rodney and Nelson, sail due north and attack Bismarck! The Hermes carrier-based aircraft should hang torpedoes and be ready to cooperate with Rodney and Nelson's artillery to launch a long-range torpedo pincer attack on Bismarck! ! Reconnaissance cruisers and destroyers should keep a long-range surveillance on Bismarck! ! ! After dropping off the marines, the cruisers of the landing fleet should assemble on the spot and be ready to follow orders to hunt down the Bismarck! ! ! This time we must not let her get away! ! ! ! "

"YES SIR!!!"

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"This situation is a bit unfavorable for us..." In the chart room, the captain looked at the chart and frowned, but he had to fight. The location of the Denmark Strait is too important, and whether it is an encounter or for political reasons, this battle must be fought! Admiral-level officers have to consider issues from a perspective other than the battlefield. When sending a telegram to the country before, the captain's suggestion on this issue was mentioned: condemn Britain's behavior and try to encourage the Icelandic people not to oppose Germany's military actions. Of course, the subsequent order from the Admiralty included this item, so the next step was the broadcast time to Iceland.

I symbolically sat down next to the radio station, turned on the radio, coughed lightly, and started broadcasting...

Of course, the first thing I did was to turn off my damage sensor. I was about to enter the battle. If there was another bloody scene in the closed bridge, it would be really scary. There are already enough non-human legends! !

While broadcasting, I directed my mental energy towards the British cruisers that were full of landing troops. The loss of just one of those cruisers would be painful for the British "gentlemen".

"Aiming" at a poor kid - a city-class (heavy) light cruiser with 12 152mm guns. Distance 28000 yards... The dispersion at this distance is a bit large for a 1-ton target. For the sake of my gun firing accuracy, I'd better wait until I'm a little closer.

But just as I was about to get closer and shoot, two armed oil tankers, a full 30,000 yards away in the other direction, opened fire first.

In fact, I had already spotted the two armed tankers trying to rush over, but theoretically at a distance of 30,000 yards, with the navigation performance and artillery accuracy of the tanker class, I didn't have to worry about hitting them. The captain told me to ignore them, seize the time to get close to the landing force, sink one or two, and then slip away as soon as possible.

"Firing at such a long distance...what do you want to do?" I asked puzzledly, then refocused my attention on the cruiser, speeding up the ship once again.

The British obviously knew this, so the two battleships had a total of 18 406mm guns, but only about six shells landed in each salvo, which was obviously "getting the feel". They would probably switch from half-salvo to full-scale fire after a while? And... why do I always feel that there is something wrong with this artillery fire? Anyway, let's get down to business first. I'll read the broadcast script, and at the same time...

"Tizi, help your sister operate the main gun first!"

"Okay sister, I'll beat the bad guys!!~~~"

The accuracy of the artillery fired by Tizi didn't seem to be much worse than that of my sister. When the dispersion range was close to an acceptable level, Tizi took the lead in firing.

One round of shelling, two rounds, and in the third round, a high-explosive bomb accurately hit the cruiser full of British soldiers. The soldiers who were originally so arrogant were instantly blown to pieces under the power of my 380 main gun, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and even the flames had a hint of dark red.

I glanced at Grape. I was worried that she would not be able to adapt to such a tragic scene, but I didn't expect her to look calm and not affected at all. She was still firing accurately.

"Sister, I'm fine, Tizi is beating the bad guys!" She noticed my gaze, turned her head and smiled, revealing her cute dimples, as if she was playing a fun game.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head, not knowing whether to be relieved or sigh.

"Good job, keep going." I touched her cheek.

After the third round of shells hit, it immediately switched to a rapid fire of 30 seconds per round. In just ten minutes, the city-class heavy cruiser was turned into a barbecue in front of the six 6s operated by Tizi, and the other city-class cruiser was also hit and billowing smoke. But...

Perhaps they were supporting the landing team, or they had found the right feeling. Just when Tizi had hit the two City-class ships with smoke and fire, at a super long distance of 100 yards, the two battleships began to shoot at me with Z-shaped clip shells. Three shells from one of the battleships hit a few hundred meters behind me, and the other hit a few hundred meters in front of me. Then, at regular intervals of 406 meters, two water walls composed of six water columns began to press over me layer by layer. Although because of the distance and the large dispersion, the last "clip" was almost dodged by me with a left full rudder, but at this moment, the two Nelson-class ships suddenly changed from the previous leisurely mode of firing one by one to full-scale artillery fire! I saw that the previous three tracers suddenly became nine tracers each, and the eighteen 30 heavy guns of the two battleships were madly covering me with a staggered firing interval of about seconds! !

My face suddenly changed when the broadcast just ended!

Z-shaped shooting to find my position and then all-out bombardment!

"Captain, what should we do!"

"Don't be nervous, keep firing! Be careful to avoid!" the captain ordered loudly, and at the same time he stepped forward and took the rudder from the helmsman.

"Follow my instructions!"

I twisted my body as hard as I could to avoid the British bombardment, but from this moment on, for more than two minutes, the various patterns formed by the eighteen water columns from the two battleships surrounded me in the middle! !

Although the range never dropped below 18 yards, the dispersion of the shelling was great, and no direct hits had been made, the water jets from 406 shells were constantly falling not far from me! In other words, I was almost always being straddled! The feeling of continuous shells flying overhead was driving me crazy.

what do I do!

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Chapter 109: Dilemma

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