Bismarck

"Yes!"

Afterwards, Lütjens slowly walked to the center of the bridge, and when all the bridge crew looked over, he turned on the ship-wide broadcast.

"I'm Lütjens. Now, let me report our current situation. Unfortunately, the British counterattack speed exceeded my expectations, so our fleet will soon face an air raid by hundreds of British Air Force planes, which may cause great losses, or even annihilation. You need to be mentally prepared." Lütjens said in a deep voice, "But as a member of the German War Navy, even if you have to die, I ask you to fight to the last moment! There is no other reason. This is not a situation where you must die. As long as you fight to the end, there is still hope of returning home!"

"We will launch a counter-air strike shortly after the British air strike begins. Only by bombing as many of their aircraft carriers as possible can we have hope of returning home! So you must withstand the first round of air strikes!"

"Repeat that, everyone fight to the very end!"

"understand!"

Not only the crew of Zeppelin, but also the crew of Hipper, Tirpitz, and even the crew of several other front-line destroyers shouted loudly.

Lutjans waved his hand and said, "I order you to start preparing immediately! All anti-aircraft guns of the fleet will concentrate their firepower to cover the Zeppelin aircraft carrier. Make sure the airspace above the Zeppelin is safe!"

"As soon as their airstrike is over, all fighter planes will immediately launch a counterattack!"

A uniform and resounding "Yes!" rang out in the bridge command post.

Everyone went to make preparations separately, and Bismarck was also preparing to go to the fleet headquarters to issue orders to Graves, Hipper and the destroyers. But at this time, Zeppelin came over with a serious face.

Bismarck discovered that her sister had tied all her shoulder-length hair back into a circle, leaving only two strands of hair hanging down by her cheeks, making her look more capable.

Also, it seems like he's wearing combat boots?

"What's wrong? Why are you dressed like this?" Bismarck asked, looking at this sister who was not a twin sister but had the most military spirit.

"Bismarck, I have something to ask of you."

"Something's wrong? What's the matter?"

"Please help me maneuver the boat later." Zeppelin said as he rolled up his sleeves.

"That's fine, but...what about you?" Bismarck blinked and asked in confusion.

"I will fly a fighter plane to participate in the air battle later!" Zeppelin held Bismarck's arms solemnly. Because of her height, she bent slightly, then looked straight at Bismarck and said word by word: "So, my hull will be temporarily handed over to you to control!"

"What?!" Bismarck asked in surprise, "You want to personally participate in the air battle?"

"That's right." Zeppelin raised his lips, "You forgot that my skills are no worse than those of the ace pilots."

"Only at the frontline can I command them better. Besides, this air battle will be very tragic. At least I don't have to worry about dying in battle. It's good to be able to replace a pilot." Zeppelin sighed slightly. "After all, it's not easy to train a pilot."

"That's true." Bismarck nodded. "I don't believe their machine guns can penetrate your body, but if you are shot down, it will be very troublesome for you to come back."

"Do you think I will be shot down?" Zeppelin's familiar tone came back again, and Bismarck instinctively wanted to give her a lesson.

"Okay, okay, you're awesome." She pouted. "Shouldn't the most important thing to worry about be whether the plane can bear your weight?"

"You're looking for a fight!" Zeppelin was about to retort her, but her sister's next words almost made her run away.

"Zeppelin, I mean, you hit me..."

Zeppelin followed Bismarck's line of sight and saw that due to their shoulders being linked, the distance between their bodies was very small. In addition, both of their breasts were very firm - so they were "tragically" pressing against each other.

The soft parts were deformed due to compression.

Actually, Bismarck didn't want to say that Zeppelin felt very good there, but her sister moved and rubbed it there, and the sensitive Bismarck felt a little bit overwhelmed, so she had to remind her...

"Bah!" Zeppelin cursed, his face flushed suspiciously, and he quickly let go of his hand.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. I have to leave now."

After saying this, Zeppelin turned around and trotted away.

Only another voice of admonition was left.

"Make sure the planes on the flight deck can take off safely! Pay attention!"

"Okay! I definitely will! Don't worry!" Bismarck responded on the WIFI as he watched Zeppelin grab a flight cap and walk towards the stairs.

In a good mood, she smiled and walked back to the bridge.

As the elder sister, Bismarck had always been suppressed by her younger sister's aura, but she finally got her revenge, and now she was "playing with her younger sister's body~"

Chapter 210: Battle of Newcastle (IV)

Shortly after informing the British fleet of their location, an ominous shadow appeared in the distant sky.

There were eighteen Fulmar fighters from the Ark Royal, the Illustrious and the Fury, and eighty-four Skua divided into three echelons, swooping down on the German fleet on the sea like a swarm of locusts.

On this side, the twenty-four BF109T fighters launched from the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, guided by the Freya radar equipped with the IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) function, quickly passed over the destroyer fleet below and fearlessly headed towards the British fleet.

Under these iron wings, eight destroyers were lined up in four small evacuation echelons at intervals of 1500 to 2000 meters, pointing their guns at the broken sky.

Because the distance was not enough, the anti-aircraft guns remained silent, including the main guns, which were only pointed obliquely in the direction of the British aircraft group in the sky. They silently waited for the moment to open fire.

The suppressed artillery fire needs a moment to ignite!

Leading the British fleet were eighteen freshly-made, still-hot Fulmar fighters, which charged straight towards the German fleet, apparently trying to stop the BF109Ts, which had a clear numerical advantage.

With the fighter jets of both sides approaching at a speed of 700 kilometers per hour, in the eyes of the pilots of both sides, the enemy planes on the opposite side quickly enlarged from a small inconspicuous black dot in the distant sky, and then from a large black dot to the outline of the fighter jets. When the distance was close to about one or two kilometers, they could already see the general appearance of the enemy.

"Everyone, pay attention! There's a new type of fighter plane ahead that looks like a Spitfire! Be careful everyone!" On the leading BF109T, the team leader Heinz Bahr had a solemn expression on his face - simply because the group of enemy planes ahead looked too much like Spitfires from the front!

It can be said that the entire German Air Force knows how difficult it is to deal with this aircraft, which is the lifelong enemy of the BF109 fighter, and they have no choice but to be careful.

"Try to stagger your positions and prepare for a lead turn (a basic maneuvering tactic, which can be understood as turning towards the oncoming opponent "in advance" before the enemy plane staggers and turns, in order to get behind the opponent first)! I will lead the first squadron to entangle the enemy fighters, and the second squadron will attack the enemy bombers!"

"clear!!"

Following Barr's order, the German fighters quickly assigned their targets. Everyone stared at their intended opponents, knowing that the next encounter might be a choice between life and death!

"Three-two-one, fire!"

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly, a series of dull cannon and crisp machine gun sounds rang out in the sky, as dense as bean-beating.

The two sides whizzed past each other!

But in just seven or eight seconds, the tracers and smoke from machine guns and cannons left in the sky, as well as the two streams of falling black smoke, testified to what had happened in the previous instant.

Fortunately, the two planes that were shot down were British fighters - because the firepower gap between the 7.7mm machine gun and the 20mm machine gun is still very large.

Barr, who had just accurately broken the wing of a new British fighter plane in the crossfire, did not bother to look at the small holes in his own wings that were also made by the 7.7MM bullets from the British fighter planes. He looked back at the British fighter planes that had turned around, and with his right hand he slightly tilted the joystick and moved it slightly backwards. With his left hand, he pushed the throttle to the maximum, turned on the radio, and issued combat orders to his men:

"First Squadron, follow me in a spiral climb, and hold back the enemy fighters! Cover the Second Squadron's assault! Second Squadron, target the enemy bombers! Attack with all your might!! The main fleet is 70 kilometers behind us, and we must try our best to stop them!"

"Yes!!" "Understood!!"

The microphone emitted the voices of German pilots who were facing a formidable enemy.

Under Bal's command, the twelve fighters of a squadron that had just crossed paths with the enemy planes, like their lead plane, pulled out a slight angle and began to gradually climb, slowly flying out a large circle--keeping as much distance from the enemy as possible while maintaining speed and climb rate. This is an effective tactic against highly maneuverable, low-wing aircraft such as the Spitfire.

But after circling for less than half a circle, all the pilots of the first squadron, including Barr, were shocked to find that this "new fighter plane shaped like a Spitfire" was slightly less maneuverable than the Spitfire, but the speed... How could the speed of these British planes be so low? Where was the Spitfire?

Compared with the German Air Force's old rival, the Spitfire fighter, these "fat geese in the pond" are actually much slower than others.

In the stunned eyes of the German pilots, the British planes following behind them were being left further and further behind by the fighter planes they were piloting at an obvious speed. In just half a minute, the group of British fighter planes were pulled nearly a thousand meters away by them, and the distance was still increasing at an obvious speed difference...

"I was shocked at first, thinking the British had come up with something amazing, but it turned out to be this thing that can't fly!" Barr, who was the first to come to his senses, spat and turned on the radio with a sneer: "Attention everyone! The alarm is lifted! The speed of the British fighter planes is at least 60 kilometers slower than ours! Now there is no need to be afraid of them! Things that can't be caught up and can't run away are sitting ducks no matter how many there are!... Second Squadron, continue to attack the enemy bombers with all your strength, First Squadron, follow me, and shoot down all these garbage!!"

"okay!"

"understand!"

"Captain, look at us!!"

With the confident reply of the German pilots, the pilots of the British Fulmars could only helplessly watch the German Iron Eagles flying higher and higher in front of them. They dived slightly, using the gravity of the earth to speed themselves up a little, and then pulled up collectively, and then turned over swiftly, and turned over directly over the heads of the Fulmars. When the somersault was over, the 20MM machine gun on the nose just put the vertical tail of the Fulmars into the center of the sight - almost every fighter pilot can do it, the basic fighter maneuver - Immelmann turn! But if it is performed at the right time and against the right opponent, it is so sharp!

Then, the Nazi goshawks were seen rushing down from the sky behind the group of panicked fulmars, like a strong wind that swept up the remaining clouds. Although they were equipped with a Merlin 1300 engine with a power of 60 horsepower, their wing loading was so low that it was only a little over times that of a cricket. Moreover, the clumsy fulmars weighing four tons could not fly as fast as the strong and agile Nazi goshawks!

The British fulmars could only look in despair as the goshawks painted with black crosses swooped down from behind and above, showing their sharp claws and beaks that seemed to be shining with cold light. They came in groups of two and approached their six o'clock direction with ferocious sneers...

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Chapter 211: Battle of Newcastle (V)

With a skilled backward somersault, the originally staggered formation was immediately reversed. The more maneuverable BF109T, under the exquisite control of the pilots, was the first to complete the tactical move, while at the same time biting the fulmars in front tightly and locking them firmly in the sight.

He pressed the button with a sneer, and the sound of machine guns rang out again.

"Boom boom boom——"

A British fighter plane that failed to dodge was immediately hit by several machine guns. Two of them hit its wings, tearing off half of the wing. Thick smoke immediately came out and it lost its balance. Another one hit the cockpit. In just a moment, the cockpit glass was covered with blood and flesh, and the tragic scene inside could no longer be seen.

There were fighter planes with broken wings falling down one after another, including the British Royal Air Force and the German Iron Eagles. The Royal Air Force came to its senses and immediately launched a counterattack. Some rookies who had just entered the battlefield unfortunately became their trophies...

However, even if the British counterattack was heroic, it could not change the fact that their fighter planes were lagging behind. The overall battle situation was clearly in favor of the German Air Force, and even the fighter planes' fulmars were so weak, not to mention the group of stupid skuas behind the fulmars' cover.

The maximum speed with a light load is 360LM/H. After hanging a 500-pound bomb, the normal flight speed is only around 109 kilometers. When the throttle is opened to maximum horsepower, the speed is only a little over 109. The clumsy Jaguar is still a bird even compared with the historical Bf109T. How can it be an opponent of the BF109T, which has been modified by Zeppelin and Messerschmitt? Even Messerschmitt plans to use Zeppelin's improved ideas on the BfF. The speed is almost twice as fast as theirs, and the performance is a whole level stronger than the BFE currently in service in the German Air Force?

Thirty skuas and eighteen fulmars, a total of forty-eight planes, were chased by only twenty-four Nazi Goshawks. Every now and then, an unlucky one would fall down with a trail of black smoke - and one after another. The skuas that had not been shot down yet could only hide everywhere.

In just five minutes, seven Fulmars and fourteen Skuas of the first echelon were shot down or damaged by the fighters of the German fleet. For a while, the bulky and ugly British fighter planes were either dropping their bombs and fleeing in panic, or diving into the sea with black smoke.

Under the constant harassment of the German Warhawks, the bombardiers of the Jaguar were obviously under great mental pressure. The bombs they dropped during the maneuvering process repeatedly missed the target, and only caused bunches of "welcome" splashes on both sides of the destroyers that were evading on the left and right - they were of no use.

Even the nine Fulmars and sixteen Jaegers that were still capable of combat were chased away by the Messerschmitts - the heavy losses resulted in only four Bf109Ts being shot down and another four or five being injured, that was all.

But in just five minutes, the distance between the British aircraft group and the Zeppelin was shortened from 70 kilometers to 40 kilometers. At the same time, the distance between the German destroyer fleet and the three large battleships was shortened from 30 kilometers to 23 kilometers, and they could already see each other's masts.

On the Tirpitz, Lindemann looked at his watch and asked his staff the real-time position of the British aircraft fleet.

After learning that they were only 40 kilometers away, he walked up to Tirpitz, who was sitting idle on the windowsill, and patted her with a smile, signaling her to get up - she had been maintaining this posture since morning, staring at the window with lifeless eyes - in short, in a daze.

"Don't be in a daze, get up quickly, the British plane is coming."

"The anti-aircraft guns are ready." Tirpitz turned to look at his captain and blinked his blue eyes. "I'm ready for everything."

"You have to cheer up even if you are ready." Lindemann grabbed his own battleship's little hand and pulled her up from her prone position.

It seems that I am still very strong, Lindemann thought as he looked at the reluctant and pouting Tirpitz - after all, I pulled up the 50,000-ton battleship with my own hands...

But now is not the time to joke. Lindemann's face turned serious and he gave Tirpitz a combat order.

"Your sister has taken over the aircraft carrier. The primary goal now is to ensure the safety of Zeppelin at all costs. If necessary, you will take Zeppelin's place to attract the bomber's firepower..."

"I know, I know..." Tirpitz interrupted Lindemann with a confident look on his face. "Although these planes are annoying and troublesome... I am also very capable. With me here, Sister Zeppelin's safety will definitely be guaranteed!"

"Why don't I believe what you said?" Lindemann rubbed his chin and looked Tirpitz up and down.

"What, what's wrong? Lindemann?" Tirpitz said with a blush after being looked at by Lindemann.

"Isn't Zeppelin your sister? Why do you say she's your sister?"

"Don't you know that Zeppelin is taller than me? Isn't the taller one my sister?" Tirpitz said as a matter of course.

"Ok."

Speaking of which, Zeppelin was taller than Bismarck. Could it be that in Tirpitz's heart, Zeppelin was older than Bismarck? Lindemann shook his head. Perhaps Bismarck would not like to be a sister - although in his heart, no, not just in his heart, it should be said that in the hearts of Lütjens and Bonte, Zeppelin should be the elder sister. After all, that aura is there...

"Okay, no more talking." Lindeman waved his hand. "Come on, if you do well, I'll treat you to a meal when we get back to Hong Kong. Anything is fine."

"No, no! Would I, Tirpitz, sell out my battleships just for food? You can't buy me off, Lindemann!"

After Bismarck's brainwashing education, Grape finally understood the necessary conditions to be a lady - first of all, you must not let food tempt you, and you must not show your hobbies on your face, even if you are a captain!

However, her acting skills are obviously too poor...

"Tazi, I'm really surprised by what you said..." Lindman was stunned for a moment, then said jokingly, with this expression on his face, and you still say no, tits tut tut.

"Really?" he said casually.

"Never!"

A hamster, with a suspicious blush on his face, slowly turned his gun muzzle and silently loaded the high-explosive bomb...

"Forget it, it saves me money." Lindemann left his battleship with a wicked smile, leaving Tirpitz with a regretful look on his face.

Woohoo — Her delicacy...

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Chapter 212: Battle of Newcastle (VI)

And at the same time...

"A bunch of trash!!"

Admiral Tovey, who was in charge of the Glorious, was furious when he heard all kinds of hysterical cries for help coming from the radio. His brows were wrinkled into a Chinese knot.