Bismarck

"Hit! The Bismarck is on fire!"

In the command room of the Nelson, an observer shouted excitedly, and then the entire bridge cheered. No wonder everyone was so excited, because so far, the two battleships had hit the Bismarck with at least three shells, and the Bismarck's return fire was very few, and none of them hit, posing no threat to them at all.

No one had expected that the attack on the Bismarck would go so smoothly, including Tovey who was sitting in the command position. His old face was smiling grimly: "Very good! Boys, let's fight like this! Sink the Bismarck to avenge Counterattack and Determination!!"

Before he could finish his words, an observation post shouted: "Report! The Bismarck has changed its course! The current course is... She is rushing towards us!!"

A white fog thicker than the black smoke appeared. It was the Bismarck emitting smoke. However, emitting smoke at this time was useless, as the Bismarck, which was rushing forward, was not obscured by the smoke.

"What? Coming over here?" Tovey was stunned for a moment, stood up from his chair, grabbed the telescope and looked in the direction of the Bismarck for a long time.

"...Want to fight to the death? Hey, we have an absolute advantage now. Fighting blindly...are you here to die?" With a disdainful sneer, Tovey turned his head and said to his subordinates: "The Germans are just desperate. There is nothing to worry about! Just continue to fight like you did just now! In addition, send a signal to the Rodney behind us and ask them to slightly stagger their course with us to form a left echelon to avoid the Bismarck rushing too close and making it difficult for them to exert their firepower. Let them decide the specific time by themselves, but don't maneuver too close, especially not close to 15000 meters. When I give the order, turn left together and be parallel to the Bismarck..."

Before he could finish his words, a loud "DUANG!" was heard outside, and everyone in the command room was almost knocked to the ground by the huge shock.

"What's going on?!" Tovey, who had just gotten up from the ground, looked at his equally embarrassed subordinates, opened the microphone cover and shouted into it. Soon, a reply came from the microphone: "Report to the general, a shell from Bismarck hit the C turret..."

When he heard it was C turret, Tovey became anxious and shouted even louder: "How is C turret?! Tell me now!"

"Yes... The armor of C turret is very thick, no problem, only the barrel of one main gun was damaged in the explosion! Over!"

Hearing this answer, Tovey was relieved. "They are desperate. Don't worry, just keep attacking!! Also, the signalman, send a signal to Rodney!"

But he said he didn't care about it. Having said that, Tovey still felt a little uneasy after years of military service. He grabbed the telescope and stood by the porthole to see another round of salvos from Bismarck flying over from 20 kilometers away. Although this round did not hit directly, it was obviously a cross-fire - and it was very accurate! The tall water column had not yet completely dissipated, and there was another flash in the distance. Without asking, he knew that it was the muzzle flame of the Bismarck's third round of shooting. Because the Bismarck had just made a large-scale maneuver, Tovey knew that his two warships were still adjusting parameters based on the general report of the aircraft observation and the test firing data.

"It seems that you want to make a breakthrough by throwing everything at the table... Confidential Officer!" Tovey put down the telescope, without even looking at the sea chart, and stood in front of the window, thinking for a moment, and began to issue combat orders: "Order: First..."

The hull shook, and there was another loud "DUANG!" sound from behind. Soon, a report came from the microphone: "Report to the general, a 152 turret on the starboard side was damaged by a bullet! The damage control team is currently rescuing it! !..."

Tovey stood up again with the help of the handrail. His expression remained unchanged, without blinking, he closed the microphone cover and continued to speak to the frightened clerk.

"Continue recording the orders: First, order the Hermes to release all the Swordfish. It must arrive at Cape Hellnar in half an hour... no, twenty minutes, and cooperate with the two battleships to use long-range torpedo attacks to attack the Bismarck! Second, order the destroyers to rush to Cape Hellnar immediately and prepare for torpedo attacks! Third..."

"DUANG!" There was another one, but Tovey, who had grasped the handrail firmly, just shook it and continued to say to the confidential officer who was still standing upright in an awkward manner: "Third, Nelson and Rodney, move forward at full speed! Attack with all your strength!! In addition, our flagship sent a flag signal... Hang the signal flag for me: The enemy has only one ship! England expects everyone to fulfill their duties!!!"

The clerk, who stood upright in a panic, heard the fleet commander's determination, hurriedly wrote down the order, stood up straight, saluted "YES SIR!!", turned around and walked away.

In just two minutes, the Nelson had been hit by three shells. Although there was no serious damage and only some parts were destroyed, the excited expressions of the people on the bridge had disappeared. They had witnessed the Bismarck's accurate shooting.

As the distance gets closer, the brutal "boarding battle" is about to begin!

-----Dividing Line----

With all my strength in manipulating the ship, I rushed towards the two British warships at the maximum speed of 30 knots, dragging thick smoke. Although I was covered in wounds, this made me more focused!

Closing at a speed of one thousand yards per minute, I took advantage of the fact that the British had not yet found their aim and fired three salvos at the leading enemy ship, and two of them seemed to hit it, but the enemy did not seem to be affected, and the few flames were quickly extinguished by the enemy's damage control personnel.

I stood beside the captain with my lips pursed. The ship swayed left and right according to my will, avoiding the shells. The helmsman was replaced by Lindemann. If someone observed carefully, they would find that the movement of the ship was completely different from the operation of their deputy captain.

At first I was able to dodge a few bullets, but after being hit by me, the British warships were like wounded beasts, with red eyes, and began to shoot at me with more intense fire. As the distance got closer and closer, it became more difficult to dodge, and the shells from the sky poured down like rain.

My lips were bitten white, and I would let out a suppressed groan from time to time.

"Are you okay?" the captain asked softly.

I met his worried look and shook my head slightly. "I can still hold on... Be careful, we're turning!"

“Swoosh—swoosh—swoosh”

Two shells flew towards my bow and stern respectively, and it seemed that I could only dodge one at most! ! I subconsciously turned the ship, and a large wave of spray splashed.

As I watched, the shell from the bow barely grazed the deck and hit the sea not far from me. The shell from the stern, under my careful control, only hit the crew cabin below the stern deck, destroying several living quarters. However, all the personnel were at their combat positions, so there was no loss, not even casualties. As for property, I hope the crew won't ask me for compensation.

I ignored the pain and fired back at the enemy ship! A 380mm armor-piercing shell hit the middle waterline of Nelson, blasting a hole in the outer plate, but probably because there was a 356mm inclined main armor belt inside, this hit did not seem to have any effect on them in the face of strong defense.

The fat Nelson didn't even shake, and immediately started to fight back.

"Artillery shells are coming, dodge!"

"Bismarck, pay attention, the British are just as hardworking as our German navy!" The captain stood on the windowsill and watched the enemy's reaction. He said, "Concentrate and destroy one of their ships in the shortest possible time! This is our only chance!"

"Bismarck understands!" I gritted my teeth, aimed at the leading battleship and started firing...

The icy wind of the Arctic Ocean was whistling and cold with snowflakes, reflecting the sea area that should have been like a fairyland in the legend, but now there were three steel fortresses running on the sea, symbolizing the achievements of civilization and the power of destruction. We approached each other, and meteors with long trails of light flew back and forth, gorgeous and magnificent. The meteors that hit each other turned into balls of intense sparks in the blink of an eye at the cost of death...

I sighed. The war machines made of cold steel only brought killing and destruction, but from a distance they looked like a meteor shower in the summer sky, full of a different kind of beauty.

In the desperate battle, the distance was shortened from 22000 yards (2 meters) to 18000 yards (16500 meters) in just over three minutes, which is a very close distance for a battleship. And at this distance, the 150 secondary guns seemed to be able to be put into firing.

"Tizi, 150 secondary guns fire! Target the leading enemy battleship!!" I shouted to Tizi in my mind, and at the same time I operated the 380 main gun loaded with powerful explosives, and smashed another round of 800KG armor-piercing shells at the enemy ship in front.

"Boom--" With a deafening shock, the muzzle wind swept across the entire side. The sea surface quickly sank under the tremendous pressure and spread outward in a circular shape.

Considerable power!

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Chapter 113: Duel (I)

"Hmm..." I shook my hands slightly.

Immediately after a volley of bullets, I felt a slight discomfort in my body, my forearms turned slightly red, and there was a stinging sensation when it was touched slightly.

The powder cannon is really not fun, I shook my head with a wry smile, the rifling began to wear out, if I couldn't repair this kind of thing myself, I really wouldn't dare to play with the powder cannon.

"The girl is very smart." I took the time to look at Serious Tizi and said with a smile.

Tizi operated the remaining four 4mm guns and began to fire at the bow waterline of the Nelson-class ship. It seemed that she was still loaded with HE. She also knew that the unprotected area of ​​the battleship was easy to deal with, right?

But before I could think too much, behind the battleship that Tizi and I jointly fired at, another battleship (Rodney) that I had ignored before stopped firing and seemed to have just moved to the left, bypassing the battleship Nelson that was about to block it. Now that it has found a suitable firing position, the muzzles are staggered, and nine 406 armor-piercing shells suddenly hit me head-on! And this round of shooting is quite accurate, and the middle one flew right towards the middle of my hull!

"Oh no! There's no way to dodge this!"

I felt something was wrong when the shells were still far away, and could only use the ship's radio loudspeakers to remind the officers and soldiers who were fighting hard.

"Everyone hold on tight!! Take cover in the middle of the port side!"

This place had been damaged in the Battle of Narvik, and its defense had been greatly reduced. At such a close distance, although I tried my best to adjust my posture, I was still hit by this old wound.

The broadcast hadn't ended yet, and I watched helplessly as a hail of bullets whizzed in. My mental power could clearly sense the trajectory of those shells, and they were as slow as bugs in my eyes... However, the movement speed of my ship was even slower than that of the bugs.

A 406 shell ignored my armor and tore through my body and penetrated.

"Ah——" I cried out in pain.

The shell exploded inside the body.

Although the 30MM isolation armor and 80MM dome armor designed internally effectively controlled the scope of the explosion damage, the location where the 406 armor-piercing shell hit and exploded happened to be one of the hiding places of the civilian ship crew and prisoners of war...

After a loud bang of "DUANG!", blood and flesh flew everywhere in the cabin filled with thick smoke, it was a horrible sight...

"Medical team! Damage control team! Go to cabin X immediately to put out the fire and rescue the wounded!!"

Without waiting for the captain to ask, I held my waist and endured the pain while calling the damage control team and the medical team to rescue those innocent people caught in the war, and continued to fight back! !

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, a slight trace of blood seeping out, and the severe pain from inside came in waves. The captain glanced at me, and I saw my pale face in his eyes.

"Ahem, I'm fine... huh?"

I was slightly stunned, looking at my hand that was suddenly held by the captain.

I felt the captain's warmth, his concern, and his determination to win.

I sniffed and suppressed the grievance deep in my heart.

"Bismarck, all gun ports! Fire!"

The Nelson, which I had shot at before, was also firing at me now. Another 406 armor-piercing shell flew over and hit my waterline armor. At a distance of less than 16000 meters, the 406 armor-piercing shell was enough to penetrate my 320 mm main armor!

It ripped through my armor, leaving a hideous, outward-facing wound, the steel twisted horribly.

But by then the effect of the approach had already taken effect. The trajectory of the opponent's bullet was already very straight at close range. After penetrating the main armor, the armor-piercing bullet continued to hit the 120mm dome armor. It was already at the end of its strength and was easily stopped.

"Boom——" it exploded.

The scattered shock waves were blocked by the dome armor and the 40 mm thick isolation cabin. The people below only felt a violent shaking above their heads.

The engine room is right below that armor-piercing bullet. If it weren’t for... the consequences would be disastrous!

I didn't care about the pain and just let out a sigh of relief with some fear.

Otherwise, let those two battleships recover. Captain, Lindemann, and Tizi, we will all die here! !

I gritted my teeth and concentrated all my attention, even temporarily giving up evasive maneuvers in order to shoot! The distance has been shortened to 17000 yards (15500 meters), I must knock down the leading battleship! !

With the 15x optical sight, I could already see the enemy battleship clearly at this distance. I controlled the director and the main gun to aim at its bow waterline. As long as the bow is flooded, you won't be able to catch up! !

Six rounds of 380mm armor-piercing shells with high charge whizzed out and flew towards the predetermined target. In less than seconds, two balls of fire burst out from the bow and rear bridge of the Nelson. It was obvious that the ship tilted and its speed seemed to begin to decrease.

"Good job! Keep fighting like this! Two more rounds!" The captain said while watching with a telescope in his hand.

"Yes! Captain!!"

Perhaps it could no longer bear the bombardment, or because the change in distance and position once again blocked Rodney's shooting angle, the Nelson that was hit began to maneuver tactically. It made a left turn and turned its side to me again. Another warship followed behind it and also entered the left turn route. However, the steering performance of the bloated and heavy hull like an oil tanker was too speechless. After its bow turned, the hull seemed to have to drift for a while with strong inertia, and it was not easy to fire at a turning warship! Now its side was turning in the middle, and it seemed that it would soon face my high-charge armor-piercing shells! The distance was so close! Only less than 15000 meters! How could I miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! !

"Bismarck! Now! Shoot!" the captain shouted.

Even if the captain didn't shout, I wouldn't let it go! ! Not to mention that the four 150-meter guns of the Tizi frequently shot small fireballs at its bow waterline and superstructure, I slightly reinforced my gun barrel, and the new six armor-piercing shells were fired with a strong charge at an initial velocity of 840 meters.

My mind was staring at the six shells, staring at them intently! The ammunition depot! The engine room! The boiler room! Anywhere would do! Even just the bow waterline would do!

Although the probability of hitting the core area from 15 kilometers away is about the same as winning the jackpot...

20 seconds passed in a flash, and six shells smashed out five tall water columns!

Did it hit? Where did it hit? A vital spot or a secondary spot that was useless? I was nervously observing the situation on the other side, and in the blink of an eye, a huge fireball "boom" answered my worries and doubts.

Thick smoke billowed out from the middle, and then its speed slowed down!

"Well done! You hit the right spot!" said the captain happily.

"Uh - it seems to be... a chimney?"

The reason for all this is very funny and speechless: Nelson's chimney was blown down by me...

The bloated tanker soon slowed down because the poorly ventilated boiler could not sustain power output. Well, it was finally damaged, wasn't it?

"Don't relax! Keep shooting!" the captain shouted.

"understand!"

I clenched my already sore hands and immediately started the next round of bombardment.

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Chapter 114: Duel (Part 2)

"Nelson has slowed down! Great job!" Seeing the thick smoke billowing out of the middle of the Nelson and the speed starting to decrease, the captain clenched his fist, grabbed the telescope and continued to observe, further confirming the damage on the other side: "Huh? Rodney's voyage behind them seems to have been affected? Did the slowed-down Nelson affect Rodney's voyage behind him?"

The captain turned to me and asked.

"Yes! Rodney was originally following Nelson, but now they have turned around, as if they want to go around..." I observed the movement of the two enemy ships and said, while waiting for the sailors to load shells and prepare for the next shot.

Nelson and Rodney both have incredibly poor steering performance, and turning will take them a lot of time, which is a key to my counterattack!

"Then hurry up now... Bismarck! Watch out for the artillery fire!" The captain had just said halfway when he saw a flash of fire in Nelson's direction through the telescope - the fire from the battleship's firing!

"Got it! Hold on tight!" I responded while subconsciously maneuvering my main body to evade. Originally, I could have dodged these shells by just tilting, but this time one of the shells was aimed at the bridge tower!

"Oops!"

The shell at a distance of 14500 meters only needs to fly for seconds! The huge body has no time to evade!

At the last moment, I chose to fight back - praying that my reinforced armor could block the shell.

"You can't dodge! Hold on tight!!"

I shouted and leaned to the left as far as I could. With a loud "DUANG" sound, the command tower shook violently and everyone fell down.

My eyes went dark instantly... The middle of the main mast of the bridge was hit by a 406 armor-piercing shell, and the left half of the tower mast was blown off! The armored communication tube of the main director on the top of the main mast was also blown off, and even the heavy main gun rangefinder began to shake...

Fortunately, nothing happened in the bridge.

I smiled with relief. Although the captain fell, he was fine.

My vision gradually recovered from the dizzy state, and there was hot liquid on the edge of my lips, which I wiped away.

Has my mental power been depleted to the point where I can no longer maintain my virtual appearance? I smiled bitterly. The projection seemed to be coming out soon. The body inside was already riddled with holes. I wonder if the body that came out would scare everyone once my mental power was exhausted?

"Bismarck! How are you?!" the captain rushed to me and asked anxiously.

"The mainmast... the middle of the mainmast was hit..." I covered my eyes and gritted my teeth in pain and said, "The main gun director doesn't work..."

As he spoke, he endured the pain in his eyes that seemed to be drilling into his brain and aimed the main gun at the enemy ship. "Captain, I'm fine... I can still fight..."