Bismarck

I finally got rid of the range of this round of shelling, but then the British fired three rounds in a Z-shaped test and followed me towards the new course after the maneuver. Then, when they were almost close, they switched to full-strength rapid fire with nine rounds. The strong shelling pressure from the two battleships forced me to constantly evade the British shelling! But even though I took over the steering of the warship after reading the manuscript, no matter how I maneuvered, even though I had twisted my waist to give up shooting at the cruiser (it was impossible to hit the target in this extreme evasion), I couldn't get rid of the crazy shelling of the British as if they had taken stimulants!!!

"Damn it, how can the British firepower be so accurate at this distance?" I cursed inwardly. This has never happened before! Although I didn't get hit by any shells, I was suppressed by 18 heavy artillery that could hit me at any time. This feeling is really terrible! !

It was so dangerous just when I was talking. If I hadn't violated the laws of physics and recklessly tilted the hull, the salvo just now would not only have broken the signal rope and then flew past the front mainmast...

A signal flag slowly floated down in the smoke.

In just five minutes, the British fired at least two such Z-shaped test shots - full-force bombardment, and this was the second time the shells had been hit. Many people in the bridge almost fell down due to my sudden roll, including the captain who was sitting in his chair - he hit the armrest of the chair during the violent roll and gasped in pain.

"Captain, how are you!" I hurried over.

"...We can't go on like this!" The captain rubbed his waist and stood up from his seat: "Bismarck, prepare to evacuate, course..." But before he could finish his words, there was a loud "bang" and a huge fireball erupted from the bow. The strong shock wave shook the windows with a loud "bang!", and shrapnel and fragments of all sizes hit the glass, and even the thick bulletproof glass was hit like a spider web.

"what--"

Halfway through the walk, I let out a cry of pain and squatted down, covering my face.

Fortunately, I had already cut off the projection reaction, so I would not be in such a horrible state with blood all over my face. Besides, the ship was only hit on the bow windlass deck. Although the bow was in a mess, there was no major problem except for the water coming in from the waves.

But... oooh... my forehead hurts TT

The captain stood up after a stumble and quickly rushed over: "What's going on? Is it serious? Damage Control Team!!!"

The last sentence was shouted into the microphone while turning around. On the other side, Tizi, who was temporarily only able to monitor from the secondary gun and anti-aircraft gun positions, also shouted to me in his mind: "Sister! How are you?!!!"

"Captain, Grapes, I'm fine..." I grabbed the railing, rubbed my forehead, stood firm and said to the captain: "I'm fine...Captain, are we going to retreat now?"

"Yes, retreat now. If we don't leave now, we will be unable to leave." The captain was relieved to see that I was fine. He quickly said, "Retreat from Cape Hellnar. Move as fast as possible. I don't know what happened to the British today. They can shoot so accurately at such a long distance. The situation is very unfavorable to us."

Yes, thirty thousand yards, that’s more than twenty-seven thousand meters... Even I can’t guarantee the hit rate at this distance.

I was thinking about this while turning my main body's course to the northwest. I remember that except for the record of a near miss of 25000 meters when the "future" Yamato attacked the escort carrier on Samar Island (and the Americans believed that it was not Yamato but Dasha who fired that missile), the longest record in World War II that can be verified is less than 27000 meters. Am I making history? Although I am on the list as a background - I was hit by two oil tankers at a distance of meters...

(Just being a background for others is not a good idea!!!)

"Sister!" Tizi shouted at this time. "Tirpitz found that they have two planes that have been circling around ten kilometers! Their flight path is very irregular! 105 anti-aircraft guns are difficult to hit! And now there is an artillery battle, and no one is loading shells at the anti-aircraft gun positions... Lindemann said that these two planes are very suspicious, and he asked me to remind you and the captain to prevent them from using planes to guide shooting!!"

"Plane?!" I was stunned. I remembered that when the captain forced me to learn the gunnery regulations, he did mention the operation of using seaplanes to guide the shooting. Could it be that... ?

I quickly reported this to the captain. After listening to me, the captain's face suddenly darkened and he punched the windowsill: "I should have thought of it earlier. They used an airplane to guide the shooting. No wonder it was so accurate! We must get rid of that damn airplane..."

Before I finished speaking, I sensed another round of artillery fire, and one of the shells seemed to be aimed at the front main turret! Are you kidding me? If another front main turret is damaged, I won't be able to play anymore!

I quickly shouted "Full left rudder!" and made a sharp turn by myself. I watched the shell fly past the top of the turret. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, another battleship fired nine salvos right in front of me. The time interval was too short, less than 30 seconds. It was too late to change the course and avoid the shells! With a "boom!" sound under my feet, I heard a "bang!" sound. My waist hurt so much that I almost fell to the ground. At the same time, with a "boom!" sound under my feet, I heard a "bang!" sound from inside the hull! !

A violent explosion!

A thick smoke immediately spread out from my middle.

"what--"

The pain spread directly from my lower abdomen to my limbs, as if it was tearing me apart! I knelt on the ground in pain. (I said I was as steady as a poi...)

"Bismarck! Where are you hurt?" The captain almost fell to the ground, but he didn't care about himself and raised his head to ask me.

"Captain, it's a bit bad... It's an underwater penetration wound. A boiler room was penetrated..."

The captain's face suddenly darkened. We all know the consequences of losing power in this situation... I will definitely be beaten into a sieve by the two tankers.

"What's the situation with the other engine compartments? How many knots can the ship maintain?!"

"Ahem." I coughed a few times and quickly began to survey the damage. "Currently, only one boiler compartment has lost power, the rest are operating normally, and the power is being distributed..."

I almost cried because of the pain. This was a serious injury of the same level as the last torpedo injury! I endured the pain and quickly used my mind power to control the metal to treat the wound. Fortunately, the whole ship entered the Z state (all watertight doors were sealed) before the battle, and I controlled my metal to desperately absorb the shells and the roll caused by the explosion on the outside of the hull, and at the same time blocked the water inlet caused by the explosion. With the captain's roar, the damage control team soon came down with plugs and repair tools. The water inflow was soon controlled, but two boilers were lost. In addition to the water inflow, the hull had a certain tilt and the boiler room was damaged. The speed would definitely not be as fast as before.

After redistributing the power, my speed gradually increased again, but I sadly discovered that I could only run at a maximum speed of a little over 30 knots - this speed was not even enough to get rid of the British cruiser! !

The captain's face suddenly turned ugly, and I was also overwhelmed. Our way out was really in trouble. Another round of bombardment was coming down. Although we managed to avoid it this time, it would not be a solution sooner or later...

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Chapter 110: The Final Battle

Because of the course angle, the distance has gradually shortened, and the enemy's firepower has become more and more fierce. "Attention! Bombardment!!" I shouted while making violent evasive maneuvers to avoid the crazy bombardment of the British... On the swaying bridge, the captain seemed to suddenly remember something, grabbed the handrail and walked to the side of the nautical chart, then leaned on the chart table and used his two feet to support the chart table and the wall behind, and grabbed the slide rule and compass, and began to calculate the position on the track chart with a group of staff who were also trying to stand firm. It was difficult to keep balance on the violently shaking bridge. I secretly propped up a support point next to his feet so that the captain could calculate the position with peace of mind. The captain felt it and nodded at me with a smile, but... this smile was obviously forced, because the more he calculated, the more serious the captain's expression became. At the end of the calculation, the captain gritted his teeth and threw the compass and slide rule on the chart table.

"This is a big trouble...If it goes on like this..." He said to the staff officer beside him with a wry smile.

"What's wrong?" Lindeman also tried to move to the side of the chart table. While I continued to control the main body to avoid the hail-like rain of bullets, I also walked to the side of the chart table and took the time to listen.

"Look, our current course is 320 degrees and the speed is 30 knots, and their course is 0 degrees and the speed is 23 knots. Their current position is 25 kilometers southwest of us," the captain pointed to the navigation map, on which the tracks of the enemy and our own were hastily drawn, showing that our two ships were getting closer.

"Because of the terrain of the bay, our current course can only be this one. Although our speed is faster than theirs, their position is too good. They are on the outside of the bay exit. Even if it is only 23 knots, they can control the bay exit by running much closer than us! And according to this enemy and our course calculation..."

"Captain, wait a minute! Fire! Hold on tight!" I maneuvered the main body to evade, while quickly setting up a few footholds at the captain's feet. As the main body made a sharp turn, the bridge shook violently, and several huge water columns suddenly rose on both sides of the ship's side - fortunately, this round of shells missed again, and the shells fell into the water and only missed, without much damage.

After everyone regained their footing, the captain picked up a ruler and said while connecting several line segments on the enemy and friendly track map: "... According to this calculation, the distance between the two sides will continue to shorten, and at the closest time, it may be less than ten kilometers!!" The captain said with a serious face while throwing down the mapping tools and holding the handrail again.

Within 10 kilometers...in the era of battleships, it was all about boarding battles.

“Besides, we can’t hide inside. If we are blocked in the bay, we will be dead!” Lindeman also spat and gritted his teeth.

The staff officer on the side nodded helplessly.

"Captain, what do we do now?...Hold on! Fire!!"

There was another round of dangerous bombardment, but fortunately this time the barrage was brushed aside.

Probably due to the strong pressure from the two British battleships, everyone could only think mechanically and act instinctively. While I was maneuvering my main body to evade, I actually had the energy to take a quick glance. Everyone hurriedly grabbed the handrails and stepped firmly on the ground. It seemed that they had not yet noticed that it was inappropriate for me (standing at the chart table in the innermost part of the command cabin) to call out for attention to the artillery fire.

After the violent shaking and deafening explosion, the captain stood up again and said to Lindmann and me, "We are now at a critical moment of life and death. The firepower and defense of the two Nelson-class ships are too strong, and our horizontal armor is too poor. I thought about it and now we can only rely on our flank defense and rush to close range to penetrate their defense, or at least force them to change course!"

"I disagree! This way, Bismarck will also bear their most direct firepower! There is no way to avoid it!" Lindemann looked at me worriedly. "Bismarck's armor cannot withstand Nelson's direct bombardment!"

I shook my head slightly at Lindemann, signaling him not to refute the captain's words, and then said softly.

"I have no opinion."

"Are you crazy?" Lindman looked at me incredulously. "You're going to get beaten to death!"

The captain stared at me for a while with his lips pursed, his face serious.

I smiled and blinked, looking at the captain: "Well~ Have you all forgotten my armor design? So... Just give the order, I'll listen to you."

The staff officer looked at the three of us in confusion, not knowing what we were talking about, but he still expressed his opinion.

"I also think the captain's method is the most feasible. It's too late for us to turn around and run in this situation. We are in a disadvantageous position. If we run, we will only be more passive and be beaten. Now we can only fight hard!"

The captain nodded, obviously what the staff officer said was what he meant.

Lindemann touched his nose and sneered, "You must be crazy to come up with this plan, but I like it!" Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at the captain with a smile, "But they are two battleships after all. If they fight like this, they will probably die, right?"

"Yeah, it was a close call." The captain smiled at his partner's expression. "At worst, we will become the glory of the German Navy. Although Reger and the Führer both asked me to bring the Bismarck back, if both she and I were to sink here, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it, hahahaha."

"Besides, at least there is still a chance of survival. It's better than being stuck in this desperate situation with no chance at all, right?"

"Really? Hahaha... That's right, let's give that British guy a good beating!"

The two outstanding commanders of the German Navy looked at each other and laughed, and their laughter was so frank...

Are you ready to die? I watched with a smile. I might have been a little scared when I met Nelson just now, but now I seem to be infected by this atmosphere, and my heart is incomparably peaceful.

My destiny was dominated by him, but I didn't seem to have any dissatisfaction. Instead, I felt a little bit happy about it.

His eyes were slightly red, but this was definitely not due to despair.

The captain seemed to see my expression, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, saying as he wiped them: "Why are you crying? We still have at least a 10% chance of breaking out... I'm here, don't be afraid."

"It's not the reason you think!" I slapped the captain's hand away. It's a battleship after all. The more desperate the situation is, the more it will stimulate my potential. I was just moved by the captain's fearless words.

But Captain, is it really appropriate for you to wipe it for me at this time?

As expected, Lindemann immediately joked heartlessly: "Hey, hey, hey, you are showing your affection in public..."

As a result, before the dead crow mouth finished his words, "Boom!" Everyone lost their balance. My left ear buzzed and my left eye went dark. I almost fell to the ground, holding my forehead. The captain was so flustered that he didn't forget to hug me, so I didn't fall to the ground. But we both hit the wall hard. Without bothering to get up, the captain turned his head and looked outside. There was already billowing smoke and blazing flames.

"What's going on? Damage control team reporting!!" The captain turned his head and shouted into the microphone, but as soon as the cover of the microphone was opened, smoke came out, and at the same time the sound of a fire was heard. He shouted several times, but there was no response.

"Sister, are you okay?!" Grapes kept calling out in my consciousness. Fortunately, I had turned off the injury projection before. Although it hurt a lot, I recovered quickly. The pain just now almost subsided in a blink of an eye (although I still feel the injured part). Although I was a little weak, I felt that the projection's movements were barely okay. I shook my head, covered my left ear and replied, "I'm fine... I was hit by a bullet under the bridge... I guess... I have to use the microphone over there..." The captain held my face and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Bismarck?"

"...It's okay. We lost the spare chart room, a 150-barrel turret, and the left secondary gun sight... It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been dazed just now..."

Lindemann also climbed up and said, "It's not safe here anymore. You go to the command tower first." Then he rushed to the microphone on the other side, turned on the phone, and called the damage control team to put out the fire. Other sailors and staff also climbed up in twos and threes, grabbed gas masks and fire extinguishers and rushed out.

For a moment, there were only two of us left here, but the enemy was too strong, and everyone seemed to have a shadow in their hearts.

ps: If I could upload the diagram like the starting point, I would upload the Bismarck's structure diagram. Now I can only talk about it in an abstract way. Bismarck's defense design is very ordinary at long distances. At large angles, it only has 50+80 defense, which is not enough to defend against 406 ceilings - even light bullets. But at close range, the trajectory is very straight, and the damage to experts is very ordinary, and there is a chance of bouncing off - just like skipping stones. Especially if the side is penetrated, it will also face 110~120 dome armor, and the angle is very small, so it will bounce off in nine out of ten cases - or there is no spare capacity to penetrate the dome armor. Behind the dome armor are the ammunition depot, engine room, boiler room and other key areas. If you can't penetrate the dome armor, you can't cause fatal damage to Bismarck. Historically, when Bismarck finally sank, Rodney and KGV fired hundreds of main gun shells at a distance of 5000 meters, hitting at least 80 main gun shells and 200 heavy cruiser 203 shells, but the main armor was determined to be undamaged or only partially damaged after underwater survey. Although it was also sunk (the sea valve could not have sunk in just 19 minutes), it is true that it lasted for four or five hours. Then I would like to explain that Rodney's armor is very strong, but not in the form of Bismarck. It can also be threatening at close range + strong charge. In fact, if it is a strong charge, Rodney's defense is really hanging.

Well, that's all I have to say. Thanks to the popular science, I hope no one will say that I added too many words, because after all, I have to explain the plot clearly... If anyone says that I added too many words - I feel very wronged!!!

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Chapter 111: The Final Battle (I)

"...Bismarck, can we break out?" The captain's voice was very low, with helplessness and unwillingness... and a little regret.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have rushed in rashly and underestimated the strength of Nelson and Rodney!"

The captain must be unsure about it either. His words just now were probably just to build up the confidence of his subordinates. In fact, everyone was worried because these were two Nelsons after all.

I silently held his hand, hoping to give him some support.

"Captain, you are our soul now. If you don't have that belief, how can we get out of here? Don't forget that Lily is waiting for us in Berlin. How can we sink here?! We still have many, many things to do..."

Yes! We still have a lot to do, we can't die here! Besides, it's not completely impossible to break out now! ! Although approaching is just picking the less bad one out of two bad results, even if there is only a 10% chance, it's worth our life!

"captain..."

The hand that was being held suddenly tightened, and I raised my head. What I saw was the captain's calm face. I was about to say something, but my sense reminded me that another round of shelling was coming!

"Hold on tight!" As soon as I shouted, I hugged the captain to prevent him from falling, and at the same time, I forced the ship to tilt. A shell flew past the top of the only remaining No. 3 main turret at the stern!

"Damn it!" Lindemann gritted his teeth and stood up straight while holding the handrail. I looked up at the captain with worry, but I saw that the captain pursed his lips, and the lines at the corners of his mouth were firm.

"Hmph, it looks like we have to fight hard..."

"Captain?" Lindman smiled when he heard the captain's tone, and asked with a hint of sarcasm: "I thought something happened to you two. How are we going to deal with them now?"

"You two, if I were so fragile, I wouldn't be able to be your captain!" The captain sneered and returned to his usual self: "Just do as I said before, rush over, close range is good for us! And, at least one Nelson must be driven out!"

He looked down at me and said, "It's up to you, Bismarck!!"

"Yes!!" I stood up and saluted. "I promise to complete the mission!!"

"Okay! From now on, Bismarck and I will go to the command tower to take charge. I will personally command the engine room and damage control. Lindemann, you will be in charge of radar and observation. Especially since the British aircraft carriers have not attacked yet, we must be careful that they will attack us together with the battleships while we are concentrating on the exchange of fire! Remember!"

"Yes!" Lindmann also saluted, turned around and walked towards the radar cabin.

I communicated with Tizi in my mind, and then quickly replied: "Bismarck understands! I will be responsible for navigation and main guns, Tizi will be responsible for secondary guns and air defense, Lindemann, if you find the target, just tell Tizi directly! In addition, if I lose consciousness or something goes wrong, let Tizi control my body!"

"elder sister······"

"I understand!" Ti Zi hesitated for a moment and nodded vigorously.

"I know, but Bismarck, we're all counting on you this time!" Lindemann said without turning his head. In the harsh battle situation, Lindemann, who put away his usual cynicism, looked quite charming. It seems that Grapes has found a good captain (why do you think I'm a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law...? I haven't been old enough to be a mother-in-law in my two lifetimes combined...).

But the British didn't want Lindemann's serious look to last more than three seconds.

"Hold on! The shells are coming!!!"

In this round, I was distracted by "looking at my son-in-law" and discovered him a second or two late. My evasive action was a bit big, and I grabbed the captain, but Lindemann was too late to catch him. Lindemann fell to the ground without being able to step firmly on his feet, and almost fell out of a round posture. The majesty that I had finally shown was gone in an instant!

The captain stepped forward and helped Lindemann up, patting him on the shoulder and saying, "Be careful."

"Yes." Lindman said embarrassedly, "Then I'll go first, you guys be careful!"

I glanced at him and quickly checked the hull. Fortunately, there was no damage anywhere.

However…while walking towards the command tower with the captain, I suddenly felt something was wrong? Speaking of which, the mid-to-long-range attack and defense were insufficient, so they had to rush to the mid-to-close range and fight desperately…why did it sound so familiar? It wasn’t until I walked into the command tower that I remembered that this was not the tactic of the “old rival” Hood, whom I had not yet met in the “future” Denmark Strait… What the hell is this feeling of reverse acting!!

The conning tower was not far from here, and we soon arrived at the conning tower. The captain stood on the command seat, turned on the microphone and began to give orders. I sat directly on the firing control instrument in the conning tower.

Following the captain's command, the sailors at various positions on the warship began their work. The armor-piercing shells with high charge were stuffed into the gun barrels, the civilian ship crew and prisoners were orderly transferred to safer cabins, the damage control team and the bridge staff worked together to control the damage to the bridge and hull, and Lindemann stood beside Tizi in the radar room, watching the sky without blinking...

Some sailors turned on the smoke generators, and under the cover of the smoke, the huge ship began to turn left at a speed of 23000 knots, and rushed towards the two Nelson-class ships! The distance quickly closed from 25000 meters (22500 yards) to 22000 meters... meters... Because of my course change, the British had a theoretically short time to readjust the shooting parameters. But in terms of aiming efficiency, even if the British fire control group is well-trained, with to people working at the same time, no matter how well coordinated, there will definitely be a delay, but this problem does not exist for a battleship at all! !

This time difference is actually the key to my regaining the advantage of the first move! ! I leaned on my position, controlling the navigation of the main body while concentrating on adjusting the remaining six 380 guns to raise their barrels and point them straight at the leading Nelson! Now it is almost a desperate situation, only one last fight! But... I am the battleship Bismarck, which has comprehensive protection, 320 main armor on the side armor and 120 dome armor. It is difficult to penetrate my two layers of protection at the same time at medium and close distances, battleship Bismarck! ! I have been suppressed by you for so long, now it is my turn to fight back! ! !

ps: As we all know, the opponents are two oil tankers... So the next step is a big loss! Then it's a life-and-death escape! Tickets, please recommend~

Chapter 112: Duel

Two shells hit the Bismarck's superstructure one after the other, and one of them even hit under the bridge. After the steel and parts were scattered, a thick smoke rolled out from the inside, covering the sky and enveloping the entire bridge in an instant.