Bismarck

(By the way, when the officers were climbing the ladder, the view must have been great... I didn't say anything, you get the idea!)

Sure enough, I had just stepped onto the deck and hadn't even stood firmly when I was startled by a soft shout. Then, before I could react what was happening, a pink thing whooshed out from the crowd and landed directly in my arms.

Well, you know who it is when you see that long pink hair. She was a child at that time, and her head was only at my chest, so it was okay for her to throw herself into my arms. But now she is as tall as me, so she can’t do this anymore.

She quickly changed her approach and reached behind my back before closing her eyes and lowering her head into the crook of my neck, rubbing it hard.

"Wow, tsk tsk tsk, little girl, not bad." I felt the softness on my chest and smiled wickedly.

"Sister!" The thin-skinned Tizi blushed immediately, stomped her feet, and said angrily.

This soft and sweet voice has a hint of graceful ending, it is so cute that it makes me feel like half of my body is melting.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." I smiled and touched her head.

However, Tizi's pounce was so powerful that I took several steps back. If I hadn't been leaning against the railing at the back, I would have been thrown into the sea by this girl.

“Sister, I miss you so much recently! It’s so boring to go out to sea! It’s driving me crazy! That guy Lindeman didn’t even accompany me!” Someone who had no self-awareness let me go and then jumped up and down holding my hand...

"The grapes have been very powerful recently. They have sunk several... Hmm..."

Seeing that she was about to say something in public, I quickly covered her mouth.

I looked around awkwardly and gave her a wink. The girl finally understood where we were and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

"However, Tizi has worked really hard these days. I will reward you well when I return! I have good news to tell you!" I said with a smile.

The good news is Zeppelin.

"Yeah!" She nodded vigorously.

We two sisters were chatting happily, and when she was happy, she would wave her fists excitedly, which made everyone around us dumbfounded. They were probably shocked that she had completely lost her usual "quiet" demeanor...

I secretly patted Tizi's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Everyone is looking at you, be careful of the impact, have you forgotten what I told you about being a lady?"

"Ah...ah!!" Tizi was stunned for a moment before she blushed and hid behind me. She grabbed my arm and hid her head behind my arm, not daring to show it. I touched her head with a smile: "Okay, okay, let's go, everyone is waiting to go up."

"Miss Bismarck, is this your sister?" an air force officer who was traveling with them asked in confusion.

"Yeah." I nodded with a smile, "Otherwise why would I come here to be a liaison officer?"

"Captain Lindemann used to be my deputy captain. I know them all, so it's quite convenient. If you have anything inconvenient, just tell me directly and I will convey it." I added.

Before leaving, the captain specifically told me to get along well with the air force people. In fact, I would have done it without him telling me, and as a girl, I obviously have an advantage in this regard. I became familiar with the air force people before the plane landed.

"Okay, thank you Miss Bismarck."

"Let's go up, and you follow us." I turned and said to Tirpitz.

"Hmm..." Grape, whose head was already steaming, squeaked softly, then pulled my arm, hid behind me, and walked up with me.

When we entered the stairwell and there were fewer people, Ti Zi dared to show his head slightly. He tugged at my sleeve and whispered to me about what happened last night while secretly reporting it to Lindemann.

"Sister, Lindeman always bullies me, please help me deal with him..."

But looking at Ti Zi's flattering expression, I can probably guess that Ti Zi is just acting coquettishly. How could Lindeman be mean to her?

But...it seems like I can blackmail Lindman again.

This person actually dared to let Tizi go to step on the minefield at night... Although for us, there is no difference between day and night, and the mines are as obvious as can be in front of us, but with Tizi's confused character, if he is not careful, he may miss a mine somewhere... It is not impossible!

Fortunately, nothing happened, if there was anything wrong!

"Okay, wait until this battle is over and see how I deal with him~" As I said this, I smiled and pinched Ti Zi's face.

After using his perception to "scan" the top of the bridge, Lindemann began to come down.

"A-choo! A-choo! Do I have a cold..." Lindemann sneezed and tightened his windbreaker, walking towards the meeting room...

This is the power of resentment, I laughed.

........

"Bismarck, long time no see!" Seeing Tizi hiding behind me, Lindmann hurriedly "pretended" to be enthusiastic and came over to greet (tao) (hao) attentively.

Did you know that Tizi would tell tales on me?

Haha.

But I won't let him go so easily! I rolled my eyes at him first, then turned around and introduced the two sides to the several naval and air force officers behind me, ignoring Lindemann who was sweating profusely on his forehead.

"This is Colonel Lindemann, the captain of the Tirpitz and the commander of this fleet. These three are Major Flensburg, the commander of the 186th Dive Bomber Squadron of the Air Force GR53 Carrier Aircraft Wing, and Major Modders, the commander of the rd Squadron of the Air Force GJ Fighter Wing (PS: Historically Modders' rank at this time was Captain). This is Colonel Top of the Destroyer Fleet, sent by the Navy, and he is an air defense expert."

Then I watched a few grown men shaking hands and saying "hello, hello", "nice to meet you", "I've heard a lot about you", and "please give me your advice" to each other.

Tizi stood behind me with half of his head exposed, also looking curiously. But... I don't know if it was an illusion, but Top seemed to look at me and Tizi a little more, with a puzzled look, and then the look in his eyes when he looked at Lindeman became a little strange... It seemed like... he was jealous of his rival?

(PS: Friedrich Karl Topp, the first captain of the battleship Tirpitz in history...)

Although I don't know what Top thinks, in fact, when I met him in the Navy Department and on the plane, I could feel his attitude towards me, showing a sense of scrutiny... He looks like a sailor, so he shouldn't be too dirty inside, right? Maybe it's just that he doesn't trust women... The tradition of the Navy is really a headache...

.......

"...Since Admiral Marshal, the commander of the Grand Fleet, also has to oversee the situation of other large warships and monitor the withdrawal of the British and French troops in Norway, the Navy sent Admiral Lutjans as the person in charge to communicate and coordinate directly with General Richthofen, the commander of the Eighth Air Force. Both the Navy and the Air Force hope to work together this time to ensure the success of this plan. That's the situation, that's all."

In the combat command room, I held the record folder and read out the urgently issued order. The naval and air force officers below did not have the same tense attitude as the top leaders. They all expressed their willingness to work together to defeat the British plot and started a heated discussion...

"There is a radar display screen installed here, and you can see the radar. Taking into account that the direction of our radar display is related to the course of our ship, it may be different from yours, so I will let the radar officer assist you..." This is by Lindemann. At the same time, a major stood up and saluted. He should be the radar officer of the Tirpitz.

"Well, on behalf of the Air Force fighter unit, I would like to express my gratitude. This is equivalent to having a front-line command. And I request that if we find that our planes are being bitten, we ask them to fly in the direction of the fleet and have the fleet's anti-aircraft firepower provide cover to cover our evacuation, okay?" This was Modes expressing his opinion.

"No problem!" The highest-ranking military officer here is Lindemann, who is also the actual commander of the formation.

"I request to take over the command of air defense!" Top glanced at Lindemann calmly, "Even battleships must respect the system in air defense operations, so I suggest maintaining the air defense formation as much as possible, which is also helpful in preventing torpedo boat attacks... I suggest that the destroyers form a wheel formation, focusing on defending the west, followed by the north and south directions. The east is land, which is our control area. The British have limited range and the probability of coming from here is relatively low, but we still need to arrange a destroyer for protection..."

Although what he said made sense, but...what was this feeling of being a loser? I was gossiping and speculating about the relationship between the two. But Lindemann didn't seem to care at all and replied, "This is easy. The only problem is that if it is a wheel formation, there will be no problem with defense, but the British may have a lot of ships. I heard their broadcast last night that they would mobilize civilian ships and even sampans to evacuate people. The wheel formation seems to have some problems in terms of firepower..."

"As for attack power, the Tirpitz's 380 main guns and 150 secondary guns can all fire, but they must be protected by the destroyer's defense circle..." Top replied emotionlessly.

"Well... that's fine too." Lindemann nodded. On the other side, two officers who seemed to be the commanders of the destroyer fleet and the minesweeper fleet stood up and saluted Top.

"In addition, we will try our best to hold our positions and guide the air force's bombers to bomb." Lindemann smiled and turned to ask Flensburg for his opinion. "The only problem is that the air force's entry and exit routes must be farther away from the enemy fleet and the artillery position of our fleet to prevent accidental attacks..." (PS: This is the content stipulated in the artillery regulations in reality. The aircraft route cannot directly pass through the firing range of the artillery. Although that is a probability, this probability is actually not low...)

"Don't fly over the range of the artillery route... I knew how to do this when I was supporting the army." Flensburg nodded. "And at sea, we just need to determine the area between the two fleets as the bombardment zone. This is much easier than determining the location of the artillery positions under the camouflage nets on land..."

There was a cordial and friendly exchange at the venue... well, that's what it means literally. However... it seems that the British do not intend to give these people a chance for a more in-depth exchange.

My perception told me that a large group of planes 40 kilometers away were already flying towards us. I looked at Grape, who was hiding next to me. She was also looking at me with the same eyes, and seemed a little nervous and depressed. I grabbed her hand that was holding my sleeve and said, "Don't be afraid, sister will be with you."

Tizi didn't say anything, just nodded gently - that watery look was trying to express...

"But you can't be lazy!~" I tilted my head with a sly grin and touched my forehead with hers. The little hamster made a "woosh..." sound and drooped down onto my shoulder and lay down.

The air raid sirens of "Woo!~~~~Woo!~~~~" soon sounded. Several commanders looked at each other, and finally Lindmann spoke: "Gentlemen, the British are here. It's up to you whether we fight them or they fight us! Everyone cooperate well, and be considerate of each other if there are any problems. I wish you a successful operation! Get ready for battle!!"

As he spoke, he stood up and saluted respectfully.

"Yes!!" Everyone stood up, returned the salute and started walking towards their battle positions.

"Bismarck, Tizi, come with me to the command tower." Lindemann waved at us. When I approached with Tizi, Lindemann whispered to us, "Pay attention later. If there are outsiders, try to cover up Tizi's identity."

Yes! Tizi and I nodded and walked up the stairs to the Commander's Tower together. But...

Why do I feel that among the group of people just now, Top, who was walking at the end, seemed to be at the end of the corridor and looked in our direction from a distance?

Is it an illusion, or...?

ps: I saw several comments saying that this article is military illiterate... I admit that the first three chapters exaggerated Bismarck's historical position, but the following scenes were almost all inferred and argued by me and the big sister. Even the historical and weapon-related ones were restored to history as much as possible. In fact, it is very rigorous in the novel~ (I did not target the discussion about pneumatics in the previous chapter. In fact, I admire the two great gods...)

ps: Welcome to join the group and debate with the big sister~

ps: Continue to ask for monthly tickets~

Chapter 158: Air Combat

The morning sun shone brilliantly, bathing a battleship, four destroyers, four minesweepers, and twelve BF109E fighters in the sky. But in the western sky, where the sun had just dispelled the darkness, a small black dot began to appear in the distance...

"Two groups of enemy aircraft have been spotted. The first group is 30 kilometers away and 4000 meters high! The second group is 35 kilometers away and 3500 meters high! Bearing (of our ship) 11 o'clock / (true bearing) 330 degrees... Oh no! Correction, it is 270 degrees due west!"...

Because Tirpitz's heading was 300 degrees northwest by west, the signal on the radar screen showed the enemy plane's direction was 11 o'clock, but in fact the enemy plane was heading due west, so a mistake happened... With the air force guide's shout of "Oh, that's not right...", the fleet in the sky seemed to "stumble" and quickly changed its heading. It seemed that the pilot's curse was heard on the radio...

Bismarck sat on the command instrument, feeling the noise and chaos in the operations room below. He covered his forehead with his hands, unable to bear it... Well, he had underestimated the difficulty of coordination from the beginning. Even the coordinate system was not unified...

The Air Force personnel said that although they fully understood the 12-pointer bearing, they were still a little uncomfortable on a warship that was constantly changing its course. Look, they almost reported the wrong coordinates...

Moreover, German radars of this era had no ability to identify friend or foe. Now the aircraft groups on both sides were not mixed together, so it was still possible to tell who was the enemy. Once they were mixed together, the radar would be completely blind, and at most it could predict whether there were any enemy reinforcements behind them...

Fortunately, the experienced Modes discovered the problem quickly. He thought about it, communicated with Flensburg immediately, and then took a few people carrying a large telescope and two radio stations to the open-air observation position on the top of the bridge, intending to go up and directly observe and guide visually.

Flensburg turned to Tirpitz's crew and asked, "Can we run a telephone line here to the open-air observation position?"

"No need to be so troublesome, we have a microphone... Hey, Kentz, when you lead the air force people to the top of the bridge, remember to tell them which microphone is connected to this side..." The sailor opened a cover and greeted his companion who was leading the air force observation group.

The sailor named Kentz waved his hand to show that he understood, and without looking back, he led Modes' men upstairs.

Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief when he "saw" this scene, but he soon thought of a question: What was Top doing?

She was very concerned about that look before...

I scanned with my mental power and found that Top was not doing anything. He was just sitting in front of the chart table and commanding the destroyers to deploy an anti-aircraft formation... I looked at it and couldn't see anything. I gave up for the time being because the British planes were already approaching...

..........

The first wave of British aircraft, led by thirty Spitfires, formed a neat triangle formation and rushed over from an altitude of 4000 meters. Behind the Spitfires, there were more than forty "Blenheim" bombers in a scattered small column, making a buzzing sound like locusts, and began to approach the two sides of Tirpitz at a rapid speed.

"The British have so many planes... We only have 12 planes. When will the reinforcements from the base arrive?!" Flensburg, who was sitting next to the radar, looked at the Air Force's own telegraph operator with an anxious look.

"...it will take about ten minutes at the earliest," the equally anxious telegraph operator replied through gritted teeth.

"Damn it!" Flensburg slammed the table hard: "Call the brothers in the sky, if they can't hold on, fly towards the fleet!... Now we can only hope that the anti-aircraft guns of these navy guys are not just for show..."

Before he could finish his words, a pleasant female voice came from the speaker of the command tower's dedicated communication microphone in front of Flensburg: "Mr. Flensburg, can you call the fighter unit to move out of the way? The Tirpitz is about to start firing into the air!"

"Anti-aircraft shooting?! It's still more than ten or twenty kilometers away?" Flensburg was stunned. This distance...

"Fire with the 380 main gun? Miss Bismarck, please don't joke."

"No! I'm serious! The 380 gun can fire into the air!!" Although Bismarck's voice in the microphone was pleasant, it did not contain a trace of joking tone.

"Although we only have one or two chances, we can try to break up the enemy's large fleet! And... they are getting closer and closer. We will try to start a round of artillery fire around 15 kilometers away, so we need to quickly get the fleet out of the way..."

Flensburg was just about to laugh at something...

But before Bismarck finished his words, the ship-wide broadcast sounded.

"Everyone on the ship, prepare to fire the main guns. All unnecessary personnel, please enter the cabin immediately!"

It looks like the main gun is indeed going to fire, Flensburg choked and said embarrassedly.

"......Okay, I'll try. Telegraph operator, tell the guys in the sky to move aside a little..." Anyway, it's 12 planes against 30 fighters and more than 40 bombers, so let's try it out...

Soon, there was a loud noise and Flensburg felt the ship sway slightly...

He was a little shocked, slapping his ears in shock. How powerful must the gun be to make such a huge warship shake? He wanted to admire it, but looking at the naval crew around him who were used to it, he suddenly felt that he was making a fuss and shut his mouth silently. However, this was indeed a rare experience for the Air Force.

The main battlefield is still in the air, and everyone's attention is on the first line of defense formed by the main guns.

30 seconds later, the BF109 fleet, which had been divided into several pairs and was desperately climbing to gain altitude, saw eight huge fireballs exploded in the middle of the British fighter fleet that was about to deploy on the opposite side.

The colorful flying shrapnel blocked the sky within a radius of more than 500 meters, dealing a heavy blow to the aggressive British fighter planes.

Since the two planes on both sides of the triangle formation just happened to be stuck in the left and right turning direction of the middle leader, it was very troublesome to maintain the formation's turning direction. The leader often needed to shout commands in advance to turn together, otherwise the formation would be scattered. If the scattered planes had no comrades to cover them, it would be a dead end! This shortcoming had been thoroughly beaten by the German Air Force over the European continent before, but the tragedy was that the British had not corrected this problem until now...

The British, who had no time to order their troops to evacuate, fell into chaos in an instant!

After eight huge fireworks, three planes fell headfirst, dragging their broken bodies. From the smoke in the sky, it seemed that two of them had crashed into each other while avoiding the bombardment. The other three planes were obviously injured, and they staggered back, dragging smoke.

The scattered and escaping planes forced other planes outside the bombardment range to change their course. For a moment, the British fighters were in chaos. Before the British could get their formation in place, the roaring BF109 twin-plane formation was like a falcon, leaving behind the wreckage of the two crashing British fighters and passing by like a gust of wind.

Then, without even turning his head, he rushed straight towards the bomber group behind the British fighters. In just ten seconds, the BF109 left the Spitfire more than a thousand meters behind him.

Hearing the bomber team's desperate cry for help on the radio, the remaining Spitfires in the sky hurriedly reorganized and turned to chase. However, although the number of Bf109s was much smaller than that of Spitfires, they took the initiative in the bombardment and dive just now. Although the speed of the Spitfire was slightly faster than that of the Bf109, the speed difference was only a few kilometers - not to mention that the Bf109 was diving, and its speed was much faster than that of the Spitfire at a relatively low position...

Twelve German Warhawks pounced on the poor Blenheim "flock" like tigers descending from the mountains. The battle-hardened elite pilots of the German Air Force snorted with disdain and locked the increasingly large bomber in their field of vision firmly on the halo lead position of their sights.

The heavy bombers still carrying bombs tried in vain to survive, some tried to change course and break away, some tried to get close to other aircraft to cover each other. However, it took only 109 seconds from the time the BF109 broke through the Spitfire's defense line to the time the BF20 rushed to the bomber's eyes. With the sound of "boom boom boom!" from the MM machine gun, the clumsy bombers and the fierce fighters crossed each other.

At the moment of intersection, shells were flying!

The fragile skin of the plane was instantly riddled with holes. The planes that were hit on the fuselage were relatively safer, but some planes that were hit in the cockpit and engine began to fall directly.

Four Blenheims, trailing thick smoke and flames on their fuselages, began to crash into the turbulent English Channel, and the formation of the remaining bombers was thrown into chaos.

To make matters worse, before the British bomber fleet could reorganize its formation, a 380-meter salvo from the battleship Tirpitz and VT-fuzed high-explosive bombs fired by 105 and 127 bombers came at them head-on... The Spitfires chasing from behind took the opportunity to close the distance, but they could only watch angrily and helplessly as Blenheims plunged headlong into the gorgeous blue sea in various postures, and finally turned into ghosts in the water columns on the sea surface in the English Channel...

"The enemy is a new type of fighter Spitfire. I heard they are not easy to deal with... They still have 2 of them, and they are now chasing us... We will start to climb in a spiral, and then try to fly back slowly... The rest depends on your navy. The nd Squadron of the st Battalion of the GJ Richthofen Wing wishes you good luck in the name of the Red Baron!!"