Bismarck

"Grape, Grape, can you hear me?" On the wireless WIFI of the mental network, the bored cat is calling his sister who should be equally bored.

"Ah, I'm here... What's the matter, sister..." Well, Bismarck knew from the voice that Tirpitz's laziness had struck again.

Hearing the soft and cute voice of Grape, the Persian cat smiled: "Of course, to see what my dear sister is doing - tell me, is she being lazy?"

"Sister! I'm just taking a rest!" The cute Tirpitz protested while leaning back in his chair. "There will be a big battle soon, it will be very troublesome. Lindemann said to let the sailors take charge, and asked me to take a good rest!"

"I didn't do it secretly. Lindemann asked me to do it!"

"Did Lindemann ask you to rest?" Bismarck asked, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah! No slacking!"

The Persian cat was already grinning as it imagined Tirpitz's angry protest. Needless to say, its ahoge hair stood up.

"Okay, okay, I know you are also very dedicated." Bismarck smiled and quickly praised Tirpitz.

But then again, is Lindemann really that considerate?

Bismarck could imagine Lindemann's expression when he saw Tirpitz being lazy... Well, maybe he had no choice.

"Well... He told me to take a good rest first, because there will be a big battle later..." As he was talking, Tirpitz's laziness came back unconsciously: "So... I knew that asking me to rest for no reason would be bad, but in the end I still got into trouble, ugh..."

"Okay, okay, I'm just being considerate of you. I, your sister, have only been able to rest for a while now, but Zeppelin hasn't had a chance to rest yet."

Although Grape is just being cute, I still have to say a few words about this naughty kid.

But as the old saying goes, Speak of the devil and he will appear.

As soon as Zeppelin was mentioned, Zeppelin's voice appeared in the WIFI: "You two, keep your voices down! I'm very busy here! Don't disturb me..." Her tone was full of helplessness.

"Ah... Sister Zeppelin is out..." Tirpitz felt flattered.

"Really, you two... I have to monitor the fleet and mark the map here, I'm very busy!" Zeppelin seemed angry. "If you keep talking, I will disconnect you."

"Uh, sorry, we will pay attention..." The Persian cat drooped its ears and apologized quickly.

But after hearing what Zeppelin said, it seems that I am the secretary of the fleet commander, so I still have to ask about the relevant situation. The captain will definitely ask this first when he wakes up, so...

"Zeppelin, how is the strike group doing now?"

"The strike fleet... We started launching 109T at 87:87, and JU120C at :. The fleet was launched at :. Based on the cruising speed of JUC which is knots, it is probably about kilometers away from Newcastle now." Zeppelin calculated the time and speed and replied.

"Did the reconnaissance aircraft group find anything?"

"Not yet. They are basically within 300 kilometers, but there is no situation."

"So...what about the fleet's airborne time? How is it arranged?"

"…The second wave of escort aircraft is expected to take off between 7 and 7:30, and the strike aircraft is expected to land between 7:30 and 8:30, and the reconnaissance aircraft is expected to land between 8:30 and 9:00. Finally, the first wave of escort aircraft will land between 9 and 9:30 and refuel immediately. The time from 10:30 to 11:30 is just the right time to switch shifts with the second wave of escort aircraft… In addition, as long as the first wave of reconnaissance aircraft does not find the main British fleet, it means that the surrounding sea area is temporarily safe. We only need to send fighter jets to defend with all our strength, and send the second wave of reconnaissance aircraft after 11:30…"

"Okay, I understand." Bismarck nodded. The little hamster next to him seemed to be confused.

Bismarck also had the urge to hold his forehead with his hand regarding this sister.

"Tizi, you have to learn these tactics and intelligence exchanges, because you will have to be independent someday..."

"Oh...what a trouble." As expected, Grape became depressed.

"Don't slouch! Don't complain! Take a good look at how Sister Zeppelin works!!" To be honest, if Bismarck was not on WIFI but face to face with his sister, he would have the urge to grab a small hammer and hit the hamster with it.

"Well... I think... Sister, I think it's not good enough..."

"Acting cute is useless! Be honest!" she said angrily.

In the Persian cat's perception, Zeppelin was wearing a headset - it was a headset of a radio specially used for air communication in the command room, but in fact she was sensing the movement of the aircraft while constantly adjusting the position and situation of the aircraft on the tactical map board.

Next to her, Bangtai was standing beside her, looking at the chart board and thinking. With the beeping of the radio, the "Command, Control, Communication and Intelligence Center" was extremely busy.

In the command cabin, a man who looked like a radar officer stood up and reported to Bonte and Zeppelin: "The radar detected an enemy plane, with a bearing of 11 o'clock, a distance of 80 kilometers, heading towards our ship, and a speed of about 120 knots."

Bangtai didn't say anything, but looked at Zeppelin. Zeppelin didn't even raise his head, "It's probably a patrol plane on daily patrol. If they get close, you can guide our cover fighters to deal with them." While casually speaking his judgment, he did not stop and put a mark representing an enemy reconnaissance plane on the map board with a "snap", and at the same time moved his attack group a little further away.

Tirpitz, who could only act cute, was dumbfounded by the aura and seriousness of the strong woman. He lowered his voice and whispered to Bismarck, "Sister, Sister Zeppelin looks so serious when she is serious..."

"Yeah, what about you?" Bismarck teased her, "Be serious and show your sister."

"I can't be serious, but I'm still so envious." Tizi said.

Zeppelin, who was sensing the situation of the aircraft while displaying the tactical situation map, could not help but silently roll his eyes at the two sisters...

sp: Ahhhh, there's an exam coming up and I don't know how to do it!!! Miserable!!!

Chapter 201: Battle of Britain (IV)

Just as Bismarck and Tirpitz were fighting with each other and Zeppelin was standing aside helplessly, hundreds of kilometers away in the blue sky, the British radar had already discovered the approaching large-scale German fighter planes.

"A large-scale fleet has been discovered!!!"

When the radar soldier tremblingly reported the news to the headquarters, almost at the same time, an emergency assembly bell shrilly pierced the sky above the airport, and the air defense alarm also sounded at the same time.

"All pilots, assemble!"

“Go go go!”

The pilots who were having breakfast in the restaurant were stunned. They immediately dropped their plates and rushed to the airport.

The ground crew was busy pushing the planes onto the runway, and then with the extremely high-pitched roar of the engines, one Spitfire after another took off in the shortest time and rushed to the war zone under the guidance of radar.

A brutal air battle is quietly unfolding.

In the fleet headquarters and the Zeppelin's "C3I", the radio stations almost simultaneously heard calls from the carrier-based aircraft group: "First attack wave reporting to the mother ship, we were intercepted by British fighters kilometers west of Newcastle!"

In an instant, all the sounds in the bridge disappeared, and everyone looked towards the source of the radio voice - including Commander Lütjens, who was dozing off on the back of his chair.

He opened his eyes, then stood up with a "swoosh", and Tizi's ahoge hair also stood up.

"What's the situation?" Lütjens asked after looking around.

"Don't worry for now, Commander." Zeppelin replied at the command desk.

In the C3I operations room, she reported the situation on the scene very straightforwardly as her perception increased with the fleet: "Two Spitfire squadrons, about 20 planes, are now fighting with our escorting BF109. However, if we have 20 fighters, they will not have enough manpower to stop our fleet with only Spitfires!"

Zeppelin spoke confidently. She knew the level of the carrier-based aircraft. The number of fighter jets alone was almost the same as that of the enemy. The difference of these four aircraft was not very important.

"Where are we now?" the captain thought for a moment and asked.

"Our current position is ... approximately 200 kilometres east of Newcastle, current heading 270, speed 30 knots."

"Apart from the carrier-based aircraft formation, is there any situation?"

"Except for a reconnaissance plane we found at the 11 o'clock position, we haven't found anything else for the time being. The shift changes for the other several aircraft groups have been arranged. The situation is roughly like this..." Bismarck also reported Zeppelin's previous aviation plan schedule to Lütjens.

After listening to the report, Lütjens thought about it for a moment and nodded approvingly: "Very good, let's arrange it this way. Also ask about the status of our carrier-based aircraft formation."

"Ok!"

While Bismarck was talking to the captain, the carrier-based aircraft formation ahead also broke through the British interception. Although three BF109Ts and four JU87Cs were lost, six Spitfires were turned into ghosts over the North Sea. The BF109Ts that Zeppelin asked Messerschmitt to modify had performance that exceeded the level of the land-based prototype BF109E. Moreover, although it was the first time for the GR186 wing to take off and perform combat missions on an aircraft carrier, they were already familiar with simple air combat.

When sixteen JU87Cs, escorted by thirteen BF109Ts, broke through the blockade of the Royal Air Force and arrived at Newcastle while forming a formation, the faces of the three shipyards in the city turned pale with fear. At this time, on the slipway of the Armstrong-Vickers shipyard, the Royal Navy's "Lion" battleship had already begun to take shape, and in the outfitting docks and dry docks of the Swan Hunt shipyard and Wallsend shipyard, the King George V-class battleship "Anson" and the Glorious-class aircraft carrier "Victory" were almost completed. The huge body was completely exposed. The reason for choosing to attack Newcastle was that it was one of the largest shipbuilding bases in Great Britain and was closest to Germany.

"At all costs! Shoot them down! Never let them enter the airspace above the shipyard!" A death order was given to the anti-aircraft artillery position. The warships under construction here are all the future main forces of the Royal Navy. If they are destroyed like this, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Yes!"

The anti-aircraft guns deployed around the urban area and shipyard opened fire, and continuous black smoke exploded in the air like blooming datura flowers.

"Pull up, pull up!" The leader immediately gave the order and raised the nose of the plane first to avoid possible artillery fire as much as possible.

The shadows of another Spitfire fighter squadron and two Hurricane fighter squadrons that had rushed to provide reinforcements had also appeared on the horizon.

The anti-aircraft guns on the ground flashed tongues of fire, bloomed into black fireworks, and scattered dense shrapnel like rain at the uninvited guests - although there was no Mao Yue.

"The target area is estimated to be 300 to 700 meters high, with cloud coverage of about 40%. Now listen to my orders! Attack at an altitude of 4,000 meters! The primary target is the shipyard facilities, followed by the large warships that are suspected to be under construction! Dive and get out of the clouds! Fighters maintain altitude and prepare to fight and retreat at the same time!"

Flensburg gave orders to his subordinates around him in the lead plane.

Although they were intercepted by British fighters, their own fighter jets had sufficient "manpower". Although four were lost, most of the JU87Cs remained in formation. Obviously, the attack power of a group of aircraft that maintains formation and a group of scattered aircraft are completely different.

Taking advantage of the time gap when the British fighter planes that were surrounding from all directions had not yet arrived at the battlefield, Flensburg tightened the throttle and rolled to the right, maneuvering his JU87s to turn over and dive down from an altitude of four thousand meters at an almost vertical angle. The other Stukas followed suit!

The bagpipes on the Stuka's wings whistled heart-wrenchingly under the high-speed airflow, accompanied by the screams of the god of death, facing the tracers and gunfire of the anti-aircraft guns, and the 500 kg bomb under the belly flashed coldly under the morning sun. Although there were speed brakes and flaps, the diving Stuka still quickly broke through the speed of 140 kilometers per hour. The diving Falcon was madly squandering the altitude at a speed of meters per second.

Three thousand meters! Two thousand meters! One thousand meters! Eight hundred meters! Seven hundred meters! Six hundred meters! The vast land rushed in front of me, as if I would crash into it and die in the next second. A timid person might just pull up the plane to quickly escape from this suffocating fear, but the real warriors dare to challenge the limit and strive for victory!

The altitude warning light was flashing wildly, but Flensburg remained unmoved, and just firmly aimed the sight ring at the predetermined target - an aircraft carrier docked at the dock for outfitting! At an altitude of 500 meters, the Stuka lowered the bomb rack on its belly, and the bombs whizzing down and the falcon that began to pull up dived towards the target together. When Flensburg leveled at an altitude almost close to the sea surface, behind him, apart from a long track blown by the wind brought by the whistling falcon, was the aircraft carrier that bloomed brilliant fireworks, and the background of Newcastle, which was blown up by other Stukas with thick smoke and flames.

"Report from the carrier-based strike group! They hit an aircraft carrier under construction, a battleship under construction, and a large ship under construction on a large slipway! They are now escaping from the clouds at low altitude!"

In the fleet headquarters of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, two female voices were heard excitedly reporting the results of the battle.

"Very good! The fleet will continue to move forward and bring them back. Also, pass the order down, the entire fleet should be on high alert. I guess the British will come to retaliate soon!"

"understand!"

ps: Happy Children's Day to everyone. I should be able to pass the exam. If you want to watch me take the make-up exam, forget it! Also, please give me a monthly ticket!

Chapter 202: Battle of England (V)

The brutal air battle could not be described in ordinary words. Zeppelin only saw one fighter plane after another, either dragging black smoke or with broken wings, disintegrating in mid-air, and falling into the sea with a wail.

Both sides were fighting madly. One side was trying desperately to escape and retreat, while the other side wanted to avenge the warships on the slipway and pursued them desperately.

The smoke of gunpowder filled the originally blue sky.

A few hours later, the fleet of planes that had escaped death finally returned. Although many pilots had already died in the ocean, the British did not keep all of them - and they had already achieved their intended goal.

The strength of the Royal Navy will inevitably suffer a severe blow!

As one after another carrier-based aircraft with various bullet holes and wounds landed on the deck of the Zeppelin, of the sixteen brand-new BF109Ts and twenty brand-new JU87Cs that had flown in a mighty force during the attack, only eleven and twelve returned, and they were all badly damaged. The bullet holes all over their bodies showed what a horrible environment they had escaped from - two or three of them were so badly damaged that they were scrapped, and they were staggering and almost "fell" onto the flight deck - because the serious damage to the control system could no longer support it to land, so when the speed dropped to a certain level, the pilot directly "approached" it, letting its nose act as a landing gear, and then the metal and the deck rubbed against each other and hit the arresting net with sparks.

Just as the blood-stained and exhausted pilots were carried out of the cockpit and onto stretchers by medical staff, the plane that was no longer worth repairing was pushed directly from the edge of the deck into the sea by ground crew to make room for the next plane to land.

But even those parked planes were riddled with bullet holes and in urgent need of repair, so we cannot rely on them to go out on missions for the time being.

After this sneak attack, the German air force suffered heavy losses and was temporarily unable to launch another attack.

Soon, the casualties were counted.

Looking at the lists of casualties and missing persons in the statistics book, Flensburg, who had just climbed down from the plane and taken a big gulp of water, put down the kettle, took the report, stared at the names on the list over and over again, and grinned bitterly.

After watching for a long time, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Okay... I must write a suggestion to the Air Force later, let some old pilots return to the aviation school as instructors, and train those rookies well, so as to prevent these little bastards from being shot down as soon as they enter the battlefield, which would be a disgrace to TRAEGER..."

However, Bismarck could see that under the deliberate cover of the statistics book, his other hand was clenched tightly into a fist, and the old fist with blue veins even occasionally trembled uncontrollably...

Although the 45% loss rate is just a set of data in the statistics book, it also silently tells the cruelty of war...

The ground crews retrieved the aircraft hooked by the arresting cables and pushed them to the parking area protected by the arresting net at the bow of the aircraft carrier, and then lowered them into the maintenance area at the bottom of the hangar through the front elevator. At the same time, they also used other elevators to lift the spare aircraft in the lower hangar to the upper hangar for refueling and bombing, in case of emergency. At this time, the reconnaissance fleet launched before sunrise had also appeared in the blue sky...

"The bombing just now confirmed that it hit two large ships under construction, one suspected battleship and one aircraft carrier, and two large docks, one of which seemed to be building a large battleship... A total of 109 aircraft were lost and scrapped in the battle, with a loss rate of 87%. The 12 aircraft that returned also basically need major repairs. The number of pilots killed and missing is being counted. We can only hope that the submarines sent out by the submarine force can retrieve as many parachuted pilots as possible... At present, this ship has lifted 26 BF30Ts and 26 JU110Cs from the lower hangar to the upper hangar on standby. 4500 of them have been It has been confirmed that they will be put on deck as the third batch of fleet escort fighters and will be released around o'clock. ...So all the inventory aircraft have basically been dispatched... In addition, the Air Force just sent us their action plan notification. At :, their KG 'Lion' and KG 'Eagle' bomber wings stationed in Denmark and Norway will launch attacks on Middlesbrough and Driffield. At the same time, ZG's BF long-range destroyers will launch a feint attack on Newcastle. The altitude of the three groups is meters, and they have informed us of the password and contact channel..."

At nine o'clock in the morning, in Zeppelin's fleet headquarters, Bismarck was reporting the latest information to Lütjens.

"I see... I see." Lutjens nodded. The effect of the attack was OK, but the casualties were a bit shocking. But soon, another question came to mind: "Do the ships have enough fuel now?"

"Oil level?" Bismarck was confused and didn't respond. "Captain, don't you report every 24 hours? It's only been 8 hours since 13 o'clock last night?"

"Under normal circumstances, if there is no war, the oil level should be reported every 24 hours, but..." Lutjens looked at her secretary ship - there was no other way. Although she had indeed been working hard to learn naval business knowledge, she did not come from a legitimate background after all, and her basic knowledge was still not solid.

The admiral shook off the ash and patiently explained, "Under normal circumstances, the endurance we talk about is actually calculated from the theoretical fuel consumption rate at cruising speed. However, in actual combat, whether it is to maintain the boiler temperature in response to emergencies or to run at high speed, the fuel consumption is much higher than the so-called theoretical fuel consumption rate. For example, you know it best. You can run more than 16 nautical miles at 9200 knots and 19 nautical miles at 8500 knots. But how far can you run at 28 knots? I'm afraid you can't even run as far as the cruise speed of the destroyers in the fleet now. Do you know why I want to ask about the fleet's fuel situation?"

"Um... I see..." Bismarck blushed. Why did he know my appetite so well?

"I'll ask them to summarize it now!" She hurriedly retreated.

Soon, the fuel level was reported. Although Zeppelin, Tirpitz and Hipper had more fuel than 75% to 80% fuel due to their large size, the destroyers only had 55% to 60% fuel on average.

Although everyone had basically filled up the fuel before sailing, the distance from Kiel Harbor to the Skagerrak Strait was originally 25 to kilometers. In addition, the North Sea was also to kilometers wide. In order to quickly occupy the position on the first night, the entire formation maintained a speed of more than knots, and even reached knots when launching the aircraft. It was a miracle that the fuel consumption was not low!

According to the air strike plan formulated by the German high-level officials, the German fleet must maintain a five-day cruise in the North Sea. However... at the current fuel consumption rate, the destroyer's fuel can only last for three more days at most, and if you are unlucky, it will only last for two days. Although the German mainland is actually very close, even if you go back to the nearest base, Wilhelmshaven, to refuel, it will take about one to one and a half days to go back and forth, which has a great impact on the fleet's activities. It is impossible that in the middle of the battle, the elementary school students with empty stomachs will all go back to the port to refuel, leaving only three large ships floating alone in the North Sea. Isn't this a live target for the Royal Air Force bombers?

Lutjens frowned.

ps: This month I will try to achieve perfect attendance and write 4,000 words every day. I don’t know if I can do it, but I will try my best to keep it up!

Asking for a monthly ticket! ! !

Chapter 203: Battle of Britain (VI)

While the planes were still landing one after another, the angry British had already locked onto the location of the German sneak attack fleet and were chasing after them aggressively.

"Report! Radar has detected a group of British aircraft! They are flying towards us! The bearing is 210 degrees (seven o'clock) from our ship, and the distance is 120 kilometers!" In the command cabin, the radar soldier reported to Bangtai.