Bismarck

Lindemann's tone was not very harsh, with a hint of helplessness, but the unhappiness inside was obvious. He could allow Tirpitz to be lazy at ordinary times, but at this time...

"Uh, I was wrong, I was wrong." Realizing that his captain was very unhappy, Tirpitz was shocked at first, and then quickly apologized, "Lindmann, don't be angry... I'll turn around now."

This...it seemed like this was the first time that Lindman was mean to her.

Lindemann glared at her, causing her to shrink her head, stick out her tongue, and act cute.

But soon, Lindemann did feel that the huge battleship under his feet began to twist slightly...

The battleship is still very obedient.

Lindemann touched the back of Tirpitz's head with relief, and then - he touched nothing.

Tirpitz rolled her eyes at him and turned her head to avoid the dirty hands. Although what Lindemann said was right, it was also true that he was mean to her!

She decided to show her displeasure through action.

In the brutal air battle, he actually found time to tease his own Tirpitz grape, but was actually despised by Tirpitz...

Is this also a way to find joy in misery? Lindeman, who was a little speechless, couldn't help but comfort himself, and he rubbed his chin silently.

"Send a signal to the Hipper following behind, and prepare to follow our ship's turn and switch to firing at the enemy planes in front of it!" They were still on the battlefield, and after calming himself down, Lindemann returned to his commander's state and gave orders to the communicator.

"Ok!"

Five minutes ago, on the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, which had just launched the 3rd Fighter Squadron.

The fighting in the sky was going on fiercely, with traces of scattered shells everywhere. At the same time, the command cabin of the Zeppelin, which served as the command center of the entire battlefield, was also not idle.

One piece of battlefield information after another was transmitted to Bismarck and Bonte through various collection channels, and then handed over to Lütjens for summary.

At this time, the new message processing center on Zeppelin played a big role.

Although most of the news was bad, the battlefield situation was reflected very intuitively on the map board, and under the comprehensive command, countermeasures could be quickly put forward after comprehensive consideration of various factors. Finally, they were broadcasted almost in real time by various radio equipment - the microphone of one of the high-power radio stations was now in Bismarck's hands.

"It's really worthy of being the command, control, communication, and intelligence center... This command efficiency is really convenient..." What no one expected was that Lütjens, who was sitting upright in the main seat with a dignified and serious face, was actually a little distracted at this moment - although he was completely shocked by this command efficiency - even though the news coming from all around was actually bad...

The processing of this information was also being handled by different people. The atmosphere in the headquarters was grim, but also orderly.

"Report! At 300 degrees west by northwest, a medium-sized enemy fleet has approached to 100 kilometers. It is expected to engage our fleet in 20 minutes!"

"Roger that, cartographer, mark the map! Operations staff, please include the time information in the decision-making information table! Please feel free to add any new information!"

"Wait, let the last BF109T temporary team take off first. If too many planes land, we won't have enough time."

"understand!"

"Report! At 225 degrees southwest, there are two small enemy aircraft groups, 150 kilometers away. We expect to engage in battle in 30 minutes!"

"Got it, cartographer, operations officer, let's mark it together..."

"Yes!"

"Three more planes requesting to land!"

"Understood. Let them circle twice. We need a few minutes to release the last BF109T temporary squadron and the reconnaissance JU87Cs. Let them line up in the fifth area and wait for landing. It will only take a few minutes anyway."

"Okay! I'll go signal them right away."

"Report! The enemy aircraft will reach our ship in five minutes!"

"Received. Order all departments on the ship to step up alert! Prepare anti-aircraft guns and damage control and repairs!" This was Bangtai's voice.

After all, he now roughly understood the fragility of the aircraft carrier. As long as the deck was hit by a bomb, it would even lose its combat effectiveness. So he looked solemn and did not dare to take it lightly.

At this moment, Bismarck seemed to have thought of something and spoke: "Commander, Captain Bonte, I want to go to the navigation bridge to control the steering gear! Just now she asked me to help her control the Zeppelin..."

Although Bismarck's words were rather vague, Lütjens and Bonte both understood them.

The captain glanced at Bonte and said, "I think it would be more appropriate for Bismarck to go."

After all, her global observation can more easily judge battlefield dangers and make it easier to avoid them.

The latter frowned, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

ps: Continue to update

Chapter 216: Battle of Newcastle (10)

On the flight deck of the Zeppelin

Because there was no time, and also because they were prepared to use reconnaissance with bombs for the first time in actual combat, at the same time, four JU250Cs, still carrying 87KG bombs, were lifted onto the flight deck from the tail elevator.

Four pilots and four rear-seat radio operators came out of the pilot standby room at the bottom of the bridge and began to climb into the plane one by one.

Hans Rudel, who was walking at the end, was not in a good mood and kept muttering to himself as he walked.

"What the hell... I signed up for dive bomber training in order to go to the battlefield, but why am I still doing reconnaissance work here..."

Well, poor Rudel, he was a member of the reconnaissance team during the air raid on Newcastle the day before, and was unable to catch up with the actual combat. Now he had the critical task of locating the enemy's aircraft carrier, and he was selected by Flensburg because of his previous reconnaissance aircraft experience.

Although he remembered what Flensburg had just said, this mission was very important, and the life and death of the entire fleet was directly related to the shoulders of their crews.

And although his plane was still carrying 250KG of bombs, he was fully capable of launching a surprise attack in an emergency...

But... he still wasn't happy with his ambition to be on the front line and the harsh reality of carrying out the reconnaissance mission...

Just when he was feeling depressed, a fighter plane with several bullet holes in it landed on the flight deck. Although it was difficult to operate due to the damage, it jumped over two arresting cables, but it still hooked the third one and stopped quickly. After the engine stopped making noise, a cheerful voice shouted.

"Rudel! Your Lord Buckhorn was awesome today!" Buckhorn yelled as he jumped off the damaged BF109 fighter, trotting towards his friend, then hooked his arm around Rudel's shoulder. "Today! I shot down a Jaeger! Even though Grislavsky was covering me, it's still my achievement!"

"What's there to brag about? It's just one plane. Look at the bullet holes on your plane. You look so miserable..." Rudel said sourly, "From the way you looked just now, you thought you shot down five planes."

"Well, you can't blame me. The Jaguar's rear machine gun was a little fierce. I almost couldn't dodge it. Haha..." Buckhorn scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Tsk." Rudel snorted, "It's good to be back."

"So how are you?" he said to his good friend.

Rudel, who was feeling depressed, complained directly to his bad friend: "Hey, don't mention it. I was on reconnaissance again today... It's been two consecutive times. Seeing you all going up to fight the British, I really..."

I feel really screwed...

"Reconnaissance is good. When the time comes, our bombing of the British will depend on your reconnaissance, so your mission is very important!" Buckhorn said with a smile, but Norton's meaning was self-evident.

"Good at reconnaissance? Then can I switch with you?" Rudel looked at him unhappily. He was talking about something irrelevant. He wanted to find someone to complain to, not to be joked with!

"Okay, okay." Seeing that his friend was indeed unhappy, Buckhorn put away his smile, patted his friend on the shoulder, and consoled him, "We are all following orders. Just do what the superiors tell us to do. It won't be wrong. Complaining won't solve the problem. Just try to do your job well."

"I know what that means..." Rudel sighed, but how could others understand his gloomy heart?

"Besides, you still have a bomb hanging on it, so you can blow him up at any time if you detect him. This is your own idea. So people should be optimistic and not unhappy. Smile for me... Ouch! You are murdering me!"

It turned out that Rudel was so angry that he gave him an elbow.

At this moment, the loudspeaker on the deck sounded: "Attention all personnel! The fighter emergency team and the reconnaissance team on the deck are ready to take off!!"

"Tsk, what a hassle..." Rudel spat and walked towards the plane that had been pushed onto the runway by the ground crew...

The British fleet had come within 15 kilometers...

With a loud roar, Tirpitz's 380 main gun fired another round of salvos.

Eight 800KG high-explosive bombs were like an invisible net that covered a group of sneaky Jaguars that were sneaking up from the side, covering them in the flying flames and steel rain. The leading Jaguars were directly blown to pieces, and the remaining planes were also seriously damaged. Several of the seriously damaged planes had to drop their bombs, dragging thick smoke, and staggering away from the attack route.

As the distance between the large battleships and the destroyer fleet grew closer, the firepower of both sides began to cover each other's skies.

Under Top's command, the five remaining destroyers dispersed and formed a fan-like formation on the port side of the Tirpitz and Hipper, while the Zeppelin aircraft carrier sailed between the destroyers and the two large battleships and began to prepare to launch reconnaissance aircraft and the last team of fighters.

The blazing 105mm secondary guns of the two large battleships, together with the remaining 127mm anti-aircraft guns of the destroyers, formed a crossfire network that covered each other. The existence of VT fuses made the long-range anti-aircraft artillery bombardment, which was originally just a harassment to destroyers, begin to pose a certain threat. Although there is no record of direct shooting down due to the performance problems of the 127mm gun, it is true that several have been seriously injured in the dense fireworks ceremony - and there will always be some that are shot down. Just look at this, a skua that was staggering to escape with thick smoke in the previous bombardment did not fly far before its wings broke in the face of strong air stress, and then the dive bomber completely dived towards the cold North Sea...

However, the British suppression was equally fierce and brutal.

"Report! The destroyer Z6 Theodore Riddle has sunk. Now we only have four destroyers! And they are seriously damaged. Now the Z5 Paul Jacob only has a speed of 20 knots..."

After hearing the report from his secretary ship, Lütjens looked solemn...

At the same time, the enemy's fleet was very close...

"Very good, the front group is about to enter 10km, Tirpitz! Start turning!"

ps: Here comes the second update. Basically, after this naval battle, Eugen will also be out, and then Bismarck will be repaired. Be patient~ Please give me your monthly vote

Chapter 217: Battle of Newcastle (XI)

"Got it!" Tirpitz muttered, and turned left to create a firing angle for his starboard anti-aircraft gun.

The well-prepared sailors quickly aimed their anti-aircraft sights at the enemy planes that were now in front of them. Although there would be a large pitch angle and error when turning, "probably the powerful Lindemann" quickly shot down another Jaeger with a salvo of 105mm, which made the Hipper in the rear envious. If they also opened fire at this time, they would definitely hit it by chance...

"Don't worry! Enter the data according to the parameters provided by Tirpitz, and you can open fire once the ship stabilizes! 8 kilometers is the effective range!!..."

In Hipper's bridge, Captain Heyer, who had been numbed by the unscientific sister ships Tirpitz and Bismarck, had no choice but to ignore the Tirpitz's artillery performance. He was worried about the enemy planes' upcoming attack, and consoled himself by saying, "There's no need to compete with that perverted Lindemann..."

If Lindman knew what Haye was thinking, he would definitely say innocently, it’s really none of my business.

On the other side of the sky, Zeppelin had already engaged the British.

In the sky full of flying shells, a fighter plane nimbly shuttled through it, performing maneuvers that were difficult for ordinary pilots to understand. If a pilot made such a large turn, he would probably be knocked unconscious by the powerful overload, but that plane seemed to be unaffected...

Zeppelin quickly put a British fighter plane into the sight.

"Very good, come on! Come on, let me see what you are so great at!"

As the battle became more and more intense, all the emotions buried deep in Zeppelin's heart were vented out. The curve of the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and the hand holding the joystick was trembling slightly.

This sky is my glory!

She wants to use war to prove her worth and wash away the shame!

A female voice that seemed to be obsessed with something kept coming out of the radio, and the pilots couldn't believe it. Was this the usually cold and aloof Major Zeppelin?

Not only the pilots, but even the people on the bridge felt very strange. Bontai looked at Bismarck beside him with some concern and asked her what was going on.

"Qipelin's mood is a little unstable." Bontai said, "I have never seen her like this before. Do you know why?"

"I don't know either..." Bismarck looked helpless. She was also shocked. Zeppelin looked like he had taken ecstasy. This was probably what stimulants would do...

"But it should be fine." Bismarck paused for a moment, "It didn't affect her battle."

"Let's ask her the specific reason when we get back... Let's see how the battle goes first."

Indeed, although it could be heard that Zeppelin's mood was very unstable, it did not affect her operations at all. As the female voice rang out, two Jaguars fell down with thick black smoke, and finally turned into a column of water in the rough North Sea. Behind her, other BF109Ts were also trying their best to drive away the dangerous Jaguars.

After one round of attack, a total of nine Jaguars were turned into roasted chicken wings in the dense fire net of BF109T and anti-aircraft guns. However, even so, since the distance was close to about ten kilometers, the remaining thirty Jaguars still summoned up their remaining courage and tried their best to pull the lever to climb to an altitude of more than 4000 meters to get out of the firing height of the 37mm anti-aircraft guns. ----At this distance, because of the concern for accidental damage from their own anti-aircraft firepower, the BF109T had no way to catch up.

For a moment, the threat faced by this group of skuas was greatly reduced!

Although the anti-aircraft firepower around Zeppelin became more and more accurate as the distance got closer, and several of the thirty planes were lost in the dense fire snakes and fireworks, the target was already in sight!

Under the rising sun in the east, even on the sea surface, one could seem to see the skua's wings reflecting dazzling golden light.

In the communication channel of the British fleet, the British leader's voice was heard with gritted teeth: "Continue the attack! Ten kilometers is just a matter of two minutes! If we can hold on for these two minutes, we will win!!"

The remaining twenty or so Jaguars were divided into four teams and flew towards the Zeppelin aircraft carrier tenaciously. Moreover, those Jaguars that had been beaten to pieces, or those that were trailing smoke, emitting fire, and were seriously injured, were also desperately pulling the joystick to keep the planes gliding towards the Zeppelin aircraft carrier...

And Tovey, who was hundreds of kilometers away, was already sweating profusely...

In the early morning on the sea, the sky was sparsely dotted with low clouds - it would be a magnificent sight in peacetime, but it was not good weather for avoiding air raids by dive bombers!

Although the distance was a little far, and the skuas ten kilometers away could not be seen for the time being, everyone knew that the damn British planes were not far away from them - the smoke in the sky was moving quickly in their direction...

Bismarck controlled the huge Zeppelin to turn to the windward direction, wishing that the eight planes could take off a second faster...

After all, the enemy was right overhead. The sooner she took off, the sooner she could turn and evade.

But there was no time to complain, so he could only try his best to do his best. Bismarck calmed down and said to Flensburg: "The course adjustment is complete, and the plane can be launched."

Flensburg nodded and grabbed the microphone: "All planes on the deck, take off immediately!!"

With an order, four BF109T fighters and four JU250C dive bombers carrying 87KG bombs on reconnaissance missions left the flight deck one after another.

The BF109T fighters that flew out quickly began to climb, and the JU87C that took off behind them found a low-altitude corner and began to quietly fly in the direction of several British dive bombers that had just bombed the destroyers and were gathering together to return home. ----Just as Rudel and his men had just left the flight deck, a BF109T fighter that was seriously injured and had only one landing gear lowered staggered onto the deck in a hurry, with its landing hook hanging on the arresting cable and tilted to one side.

Although the fuel tank capacity of the BF109T has been improved and the aircraft carrier is fighting around it, fuel is not a problem for the time being. However, in such a fierce air battle, there are always injured aircraft requesting to land. Some aircraft that don't even have time to return to the flight deck simply find an opportunity to make an emergency landing on the sea near the destroyer. Although the air attack is so fierce that the destroyer has no way to rescue these pilots for the time being...

"Stop landing operations and prepare for evasive maneuvers!" Bangtai turned on the microphone and gave orders as the captain of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier. Bismarck, who was controlling the Zeppelin, was staring at the order of the incoming British aircraft in her "perception", estimating the timing and direction of the turn.

A large battleship has a very large turning inertia, so judging when and in what direction a battleship should turn is a test of the captain's operating experience. Therefore, Bonte, who had just taken over this large battleship for a month and had not yet fully transitioned from operating a light and flexible destroyer to a large battleship, simply entrusted all operations to Bismarck.

And now, Bismarck was standing on the bridge of the navigation ship, standing in front of the window sill, pretending to look at the approaching fireworks in the sky outside. Although she did not need the prompt of the anti-aircraft artillery barrage, she could accurately see that the flocks of skuas were splitting into several directions and flying towards her and the Zeppelin aircraft carrier under her feet.

A distance of several kilometers is just a blink of an eye. The skuas at an altitude of four thousand meters quickly entered the attack position. Facing the fierce firepower of the Tirpitz and Hipper escorting the Zeppelin, they began to dive towards the Zeppelin!

The BF109T fighters on the periphery were afraid of affecting the efficiency of their own anti-aircraft firepower, so they could only anxiously look for an approach route outside the anti-aircraft gun firing range, and for the time being, they had no way to catch up. The BF109T fighters that had just taken off also had to avoid their own anti-aircraft gun firing range, and they had only taken off for a short two minutes, so the climbing height was not enough!