Bismarck

"No major problems reported!"

"Let the destroyer fleet get closer to us - never mind, by the time they get closer the fighters will have arrived, let them keep maneuvering!"

"Yes!"

"Full right rudder!!!" As the communications officer had just left the room, the deputy captain, who was observing the situation, saw through the telescope a black figure suddenly swooping down from the sky above the bow of the ship.

Stuka!

The warship, which was sailing at full speed, suddenly turned to the right. The starboard side was lifted up high due to inertia. All the people in the bridge grabbed onto fixed objects to avoid falling to the ground.

"Boom——" A huge splash of water exploded from the left side of the bow.

The Hood tried its best and finally avoided a bomb.

————————————Tirpitz, the lucky one——————————

Lindemann said that he no longer had any hope for the gunnery of his own battleship. Although he was very pleased with Tizi's sudden change of attitude, he also painfully realized that what was the use of apologizing and expressing determination!

Now when I need her, she is still useless...

After firing several rounds of artillery shells, the best result was a near miss!

Lindemann was embarrassed that a main battleship could only disturb them instead of attack them. Although the distance was very far, he admitted that the shells would take a long time to fly in the air, and any change in the flight time would cause the target to be missed. Hitting the target depended entirely on faith and luck...

but!

It’s not like her sister Bismarck had never hit the enemy at this distance before.

"Now that I've apologized, I must practice hard when I get back." Lindeman thought silently in his heart.

Lindemann was unhappy, and Tizi was also feeling aggrieved. The little girl's ahoge hair stood up to its maximum length, but there was nothing they could do about it as they just couldn't hit her.

"I have no way to control the shells once they fly out." She raised her little fist behind Lindmann, secretly expressing her protest.

No matter how you look at Lindeman's expression, it seems like he is unhappy with me. I thought he was a nice guy just now, but now he is so hateful!

Of course, she didn't dare to tell Lindman what she was thinking, because once she did, Lindman would definitely follow up with the following sentence - Where are the guided shells your sister asked you to make? ! And then he would look like he was disappointed with her, which was really annoying.

She already knows that her laziness can kill people, and she's going to change!

"Ah, I missed again," she let out a small sigh. It seemed she had to wait for the next round...

"--Huh?! No, no!" Tirpitz was shocked to find that the trajectory of a shell that was originally intended to be straddled suddenly became correct - or rather, that damn Hood crashed into its own shell.

"It's going to hit, it's going to hit! Lindemann!"

"What's wrong?" Lindman turned around in confusion.

Tizi's voice was a little unclear due to excitement, and with the noisy background noise outside, Lindman didn't hear it clearly, but he saw that his own battleship's face turned red and his little hands were clenched into a ball.

"Hit!" Tirpitz's mouth opened in disbelief, turning into a small O shape. She watched the lucky shell draw a graceful arc, as if in slow motion, halfway over the highest point, falling down and down - and then slanting into the port side of the Hood.

"You hit it?" Lindman finally heard it clearly.

“Yeah, yeah! I hit it!!!” Tizi nodded suddenly and looked at Lindeman with stars in her eyes, like a little girl expecting to be praised - well, she was a little girl expecting to be praised.

But she wouldn't say that it was the Hood that hit her on its own - they were both hit, so what's the difference?

"Okay, you did a great job, keep up the good work..."

Lindemann wanted to say "You finally hit the target" but decided to encourage her instead...

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"Damn it, what's going on!" Tovey, who hadn't stood up yet, was knocked to the ground by the sudden vibration. Compared with the centrifugal force when the rudder was fully turned, this vibration was more terrifying, because in an instant, the entire bridge was filled with crackling sounds - as if someone was outside shooting with a 7.62mm machine gun.

No one answered, but Tovey, who was helped up by his secretary, saw the scene himself - there was a big hole on the port side of the Hood, and a piece of the wooden deck was gone, revealing the hideous steel underneath, and thick smoke was billowing out.

"General, there was a bullet on the port side near the waterline!" After a while, a phone call came from below and knocked down the bridge. The captain picked up the call and reported to Tovey.

"Is the damage control team putting out the fire?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me the situation!"

"Because the bow had no armor protection, a hole was torn open, and the damage control team said it would hit the waves!"

When the ship is sailing at full speed, seawater will continuously pour in. Although the wound is not underwater, the amount of water entering is also considerable. Over time, when the water enters the ship, it will accumulate and affect the maneuverability of the warship.

"Five vehicles, four vehicles!" Tovey ordered. "Slow down the ship first, and seal the cabin after they have finished repairing it!"

"Yes!"

"I actually forgot there was a Tirpitz... I really gave her a chance." Tovey thought about it and knew who fired the shell. If it hadn't been fully ruddered, it probably wouldn't have hit me. But how can I say this? If I didn't turn, I would have been blown up.

I had to retreat anyway, but it was a pity that the battleship was hit by a cannon just when it was about to leave. Even if it was not a big problem, it still affected my mood.

"General, our plane has arrived!"

"Very good. Pass on my order. All warships, abandon your current targets and retreat to the southwest according to your current positions!"

"Yes!"

ps: Ahhhh, I promise not to play Ark anymore!!! What a waste of time!!! I need to write!!! Please give me a monthly ticket!!!

Chapter 245: Fall

The German air raids were still going on. The entire sky was filled with the soul-stirring screams of the Stukas. Explosions continued to occur on the water, and of course, occasionally on British ships.

But most of the bombs still missed their targets.

Although the two British main battleships became the main targets of the German warhawks this time, their resistance was beyond imagination. The dense anti-aircraft guns were simply a nightmare for the pilots, especially the British Navy's flagship Hood. Even though it was hit by two bombs and its bow was hit by the Tirpitz's naval guns, it had no effect on it at all. Its counterattack was as fierce and accurate as at the beginning.

A Stuka bomber was preparing to dive-bomb it, approaching from the starboard side, but just as it entered the dive route, several anti-aircraft guns exploded next to it. The Stuka was so accurate that it didn't even have any time to react, and it lost control.

The pilot tried to hit Hood at the last moment, but failed. He crashed dozens of meters away from the side of the ship, leaving only a high splash of water.

This is the fourth one already!

Zeppelin counted silently.

In other words, the Hood had shot down four Stukas that attacked it while being besieged, and it did not suffer much damage.

This result made all the pilots involved in the operation angry, and the bomb-carrying Warhawks raised their altitude again and prepared to dive again.

But they don't have much time left.

Zeppelin was constantly monitoring the position of the British aircraft group in the distance, and more than half of the maximum time limit of five minutes had passed.

The attack on the two battleships did not achieve much success, and the results were minimal. However, the air raid on the British destroyer fleet sank an unlucky destroyer - an armor-piercing shell hit its torpedo tube, causing a chain reaction and sending it directly to the bottom of the sea.

"Captain, you don't have much time!"

Another minute later, Zeppelin turned on the radio and solemnly reminded that she saw that the commander did not seem to want to retreat.

"Hurry up, boys! Their plane is coming!"

After receiving the report from Zeppelin hovering in the sky, the officer in command of the operation saw that a group of dark shadows had indeed appeared on the horizon and were approaching rapidly. Only then did he give the order to retreat with some heartache.

Who wants to retreat? I'm afraid most pilots think the same way. The loss of six fighters only resulted in such a painless victory over the opposing battleship. It's a shame for the Stuka squadron no matter how you look at it!

But what else can we do if we don't retreat? Our side is full of bombers. If we encounter those fighter planes, what use will those self-defense machine guns with limited firing range be?

"Everyone retreat!" he ordered loudly.

"understand!"

Most of the planes that had dropped their bombs did as instructed, making circles in the distance and flying back in the direction they came from. They would fly over their own fleet, allowing the fleet's air defense to delay the British for a while.

"Freeman, what are you doing! Retreat!"

Suddenly the captain's surprised voice came from the radio.

"Captain, I still have a bomb! I can't leave!"

A stubborn young male voice answered.

Zeppelin clearly saw a Stuka suddenly begin to climb in altitude, and it seemed that it was planning to launch an attack.

"You're crazy! Come back!"

"Freg is dead! He was taken down by it! I will have my revenge!"

Zeppelin didn't know who Frege was, but from the conversation, it seemed that he was a pilot who had been shot down by the Hood during the operation. She sighed, thinking of the novice pilot and Flensburg not long ago. Such scenes of friends being separated by life and death were not uncommon on the battlefield.

She could understand Freeman's emotions, but disobeying orders on the battlefield was not allowed. The British fighter planes had already arrived, and when he finished dropping the bombs, he would definitely be in the attack range of the British fighter planes. It was almost impossible for him to escape, which was equivalent to a suicide operation.

The leader seemed to know that his persuasion was useless. They were already halfway there and it was too late to say anything. In the end, he just said, "Good luck to you."

Zeppelin hid in the clouds high in the sky and watched the Stuka fly under him again and began his attack.

The young man named Freeman was very lucky. He managed to dodge the anti-aircraft fire of two battleships and threw an armor-piercing shell, which hit the edge of the rear main gun ring of the Renown. It penetrated the upper horizontal armor and exploded, and the aftereffect seemed to jam a ship's gun.

Zeppelin was somewhat speechless when he realized that perhaps their greatest achievement this time was created by Freeman...

However, he would then face pursuit from dozens of British fighter planes.

Freeman had just pulled up when a group of aggressive British fighter planes swooped down on him, and all kinds of bright lines of fire covered him in an instant.

"Should I go and rescue him?" Zeppelin in the clouds was thinking about this question.

She was now in the clouds, no one could see her, and the battle was taking place right below her. She had an absolute geographical advantage. If she rushed out and caught them off guard, she might be able to buy some time for Freeman...

But the other party will be caught up by British fighter planes because he violated military discipline. Is it worth her saving him?

Besides, she is not a god, and if she is besieged by British fighter planes, she may not be able to return safely.

going or not?

Once again Freeman passed beneath the Zeppelin, followed by a group of British aircraft.

It has been such a long time and has not been shot down yet. It is quite lucky.

Zeppelin pushed the joystick hard, and Edelweiss suddenly jumped out from the clouds, aiming directly at the British aircraft group that was determined to kill the Stuka.

No one thought that there was a fighter plane hidden in the clouds, let alone that there was only one!

Zeppelin locked onto a British fighter plane, brought it into the aiming circle, and then opened fire instantly.

"Boom boom boom——"

Unlike the crisp sound of the British fighter's 7.62mm machine gun, the slightly dull Edelweiss 20mm cannon spoke.

A string of shells falling from the sky caught the British off guard. The two Hurricane fighters had their wings and engines broken before they knew what was happening, and they fell into the sea one after another, trailing black smoke.

The British pilots only saw a German fighter plane passing through their formation at a high speed and almost vertical angle. The fighter plane just flashed past their eyes and then was below them.

"Down!" The British commander said only two words, and then six Hurricanes followed Zeppelin down.

One and six, they really think highly of her.

Zeppelin smiled slightly, and then began to make large-scale maneuvers again. Without the fragile human body, overload was almost out of her consideration. All she had to worry about was whether the body could withstand it.

She did what she had to do, and the rest was up to the boy himself.

Zeppelin bridge.

Bismarck watched nervously as Zeppelin and six Hurricanes fought each other, and she clenched her fists in worry.

She was afraid that Zeppelin would be shot down.

Of course, she was not afraid that Zeppelin would die after being shot down, but her current location was still quite far away from the fleet. According to the current retreat situation, Lütjens would never send a warship to rescue her. Zeppelin could only rely on himself to come back - so this was the problem. A person who had been dead suddenly appeared on the ship again. Wouldn't this scene scare everyone...

"Zeppelin, how are you?" Bismarck asked.

"The pressure is a bit too much." Zeppelin replied quickly.

Bismarck angrily asked, "What are you doing here? Who do you think you are? Can you fight a group of people alone?"

"As you can see, I'm saving people - pull up!" As soon as Zeppelin finished his words, he suddenly pulled the joystick upwards, and then a series of bullets passed under the belly of the plane.

Before she could recover, another string of bullets came from the right. Six planes attacked her from all angles, making her feel quite stressed even though she could see all directions.

"I've been bitten." Zeppelin said, looking at the two Hurricanes behind him.

"I see three more fighter planes coming towards you, be careful..." Bismarck said.

"I saw it. I think we're in trouble this time." Zeppelin calmly dodged another long burst of fire, as if he was chatting about today's weather.

What a pity - the weather is not very good today.

"Save people, and then save yourself... Come closer! Even if you are going to be shot down, you must land within our range!"

"I'm coming closer." Zeppelin replied.