Bismarck

"Hehehe, it's almost there, but I don't care about the things on it."

"What about damage control?"

"In terms of damage control, the core compartment suffered little damage because the armor-piercing shells did not cause much damage. One shell penetrated from the side, but it's not a problem. The water ingress and damage have been basically controlled."

"That's good." Lütjens sighed and touched Bismarck's forehead.

"Is this where you were hit?" he asked.

"Yes." Bismarck nodded.

Lütjens walked with her to the edge of the bridge and looked forward. Although he could not directly see the traces of the hit, he could clearly see that the surrounding armor plates were distorted and deformed. That was nearly half a meter thick armor.

Imagine a shell weighing more than one ton flying at you at high speed, and then being blocked by Bismarck with his own body.

"Thanks to you." Lütjens is still scared when he thinks about it now. During the battle, the only thought in his mind was to kill the opponent. Only when he calmed down did he realize that he had been at the gates of hell.

"Fortunately, I have strengthened my armor, otherwise it would be hard to say..."

"So it's all thanks to you." He smiled, "You don't know how many times you've saved me."

"As long as you are fine." Bismarck didn't say much, but reached out and hugged his captain.

"By the way, I want to know what happened to the rudder. We were at a great disadvantage facing the British with only the emergency rudder. If it weren't for this, you would have been able to avoid a lot of shells just now."

"Can't be repaired?" he asked.

"The steering room was hit by Rodney's shells. The damage is quite serious, but it can be repaired. It's just troublesome." Bismarck scratched his head. "They have been repairing it since they separated from Rodney. It should be usable in a few hours."

"Didn't you throw away your rudder?"

"More than half of the rudder was thrown into the sea before, so now I can only rely on the emergency rudder and the rectifier fin to control the heading stability... But the repair crew hasn't discovered that my rudder is missing. I will use my ability to control metal to make a temporary rudder on the steering gear. But I guess the effect will be just so-so. But it's better than the emergency rudder..."

Speaking of his injuries, Bismarck sighed lightly.

"It's not bad... We are now 500 nautical miles away from France, and we can be home in about 15 hours." Lütjens was also slightly relieved. Anyway, now we just have to survive these last ten hours.

"Forget it, I hope I can go back safely." Bismarck left the broad embrace.

"Captain, I'm going to the military doctor. There are more casualties this time."

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This was a rare period of free time, and the crew members took advantage of the time to go outside the cabin and clean up their assigned areas. No one knew whether the British would show up again, so all they could do was to be ready for battle at any time.

The reconnaissance plane in the sky had not left yet. Lütjens looked at the nautical chart and studied the route carefully.

"In five hours we will be within 330 nautical miles of the Bay of Biscay, where our air force is. If we get closer, we can advance under the cover of the air force, and our safety will be guaranteed," said Lütjens.

"The combat radius of the bomber is about 200 nautical miles." After completing the task of helping the military doctor, Bismarck returned to the bridge.

"Yes, so we still need to go some distance."

"A flight of four or five hours should be no problem," said Bismarck.

In this time and space, the relationship between himself, Zeppelin, Lütjens and Goering is still acceptable, and they should not sit idly by and watch themselves being attacked.

"I will send a telegram to Zeppelin now and ask her to coordinate the Biscay Air Force," said Bismarck.

"That's fine." Lütjens thought for a moment, "I'll send a message to the Atlantic Fleet later, asking them to be ready for support. Although the British fleet hasn't appeared yet, we still need to be prepared. Let Tirpitz leave the port and wait, and notify Dönitz to let the nearest submarines come to our route..."

"Speaking of submarines, I suddenly remembered U556." Bismarck suddenly laughed. It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but now that he had to mention it...

She was familiar with the story of U556. It was there when the Bismarck sank, but it had no torpedoes. She just didn't know where U556 was this time?

"Hahaha, you still remember it." Lütjens also thought of that "little brother".

"It seems you still remember it very clearly."

"How can it not be deep?" Bismarck said angrily. "Captain, you have seen the picture drawn for me by its captain. A torpedo hit my stern. Although it was a cannonball this time, the position is the same."

"I see." Lütjens smiled and touched the cat's head, taking this as the girl's nature.

"By the way, Captain, your room was also affected by a shell. I cleaned it up for you," said Bismarck.

"I didn't expect you could tidy up your room?"

"Why can't I do that?"

"I was the one who cleaned up before. Every time you came, the mess was gone."

"I clearly didn't touch your things... why are you in such a mess..."

Well, the topic began to develop other directions. The gunner and the navigator looked at each other, chuckled a few times, gave each other a look that said you know what's going on, and left tactfully.

The Persian cat was left wondering how he could be such a sloppy person!

"Report speed and course!"

"Well... the current speed is 120 knots, heading degrees southeast... we are moving at full speed."

"There is no other situation." asked Lütjens.

Every ten minutes or so, he would routinely ask about Bismarck's sailing conditions. The seas had been calm for the past few hours.

until--

"Wait!" Bismarck was reporting her speed and direction when she saw several targets suddenly appear within her "perception range"...

"Captain! We have spotted an enemy ship 20 nautical miles to our left rear, at seven o'clock!"

"What?! The rear?"

Lütjens was also shocked. "We were traveling at 33 knots, how did they catch up?"

In Lütjens's conception, he had only made a full estimate of the danger ahead, because even if the Bismarck's speed had dropped, it was still as high as an astonishing 33 knots, and no one except the destroyers could catch up...

"Is it a destroyer?"

If it was expulsion, there was no need to worry, but if it wasn't... he couldn't imagine it.

"That should be it..." Bismarck's heart skipped a beat. The distance was too far. She hurriedly responded, "Wait, let me take a look!"

At this glance, you can see the entire picture of the opposing fleet.

"Captain... I saw two Linxian-class light cruisers and one York-class heavy cruiser..."

"How is that possible? These ones only have thirty-two sections?" Lütjens asked in surprise.

"No, wait... there's a ship behind us... is that... the Hood?!"

Impossible...Bismarck murmured.

"How can it be!"

"Hood?!" Lütjens's expression was also shocked: "Isn't the maximum speed of Hood only 31 to 32 knots? We are also 33 knots now!"

"And...Captain! Their speed is thirty-five knots!" After Bismarck continued to observe for a while, he came to a conclusion that seemed unbelievable!

Thirty-five knots! And the entire formation is thirty-five knots!

"Thirty-five knots? How is that possible? How can a battleship reach thirty-five knots... unless -" Lütjens, horrified, suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at his own secretary ship in shock. What he saw was Bismarck's equally shocked expression.

"...Unless there is someone like me on the Hood!" Bismarck also figured it out.

No wonder the Hood was so powerful in the Battle of Newcastle before, and could even suppress the Grapes. Moreover, now it can lead a formation to run at a full formation speed of 35 knots!

"Wait... let me ask." Bismarck was shocked but decided to confirm the matter.

Zeppelin, Tirpitz, even Eugen all have a common "channel" with me. I wonder if this Hood, if it really exists, should also be possible...

But before she could speak, a voice came to his mind. It was that of a soft and gentle girl, with a warm voice that sounded like the soft Wu dialect that Bismarck loved most in the past.

She asked this question, which should be considered as an affirmative question.

"Are you the German Navy's flagship, the battleship Bismarck?"

Elizabeth, dressed in a beautiful military uniform, stood behind her commander, elegantly holding a cup of black tea, but her thoughts drifted to who knows where, perhaps to the Bismarck dozens of miles away.

At the same time as this voice sounded, a girl appeared in Bismarck's mind. She was wearing a pair of red-rimmed glasses, had golden hair, was wearing a sky blue waistcoat and short skirt, white socks with blue rims, and was holding a cup of black tea in her hand. She looked like a gentle and delicate young lady, but also had the heroic image of a warrior.

This image was so familiar to Bismarck that he had reviewed it countless times in his mind.

Bismarck couldn't help but exclaim: "Hood?!"

Lütjens was stunned when he heard Bismarck's words. He didn't expect that there would be a ship girl among the enemies. As long as Hood appeared, it would be a big trouble even if there was no such unscientific existence. If a ship girl appeared, the danger would definitely increase exponentially.

This time it might be very troublesome, and we might need to ask Tirpitz to come out and support us in advance.

He was thinking quickly about countermeasures in his mind.

At this time, the conversation in the ship girl space was still going on.

"It seems that you also know it. It's me, Bismarck. Although this is the first time we meet, I have heard of your name for a long time." Hood saluted Bismarck with the ladylike etiquette of a very literary girl. Her delicate posture was very consistent with her figure and voice, but the fighting spirit and anger bursting out of her eyes burned even more fiercely.

Bismarck saw it and heard the determination behind the voice.

"How do you know I exist?" Bismarck said coldly, like a Persian cat with its fur standing on end, exposing its claws without reservation.

"How do you know that?" Elizabeth asked with a smile.

"So are you here to intercept me?" Bismarck asked.

"I guess so, because I think that for the sake of the British Empire and to protect the glory of the Royal Navy, perhaps you are more suitable to stay in the Atlantic."

"We are all special. There are people like us in Brest and Germany. I think we should not kill each other." Bismarck said lightly.

"But you were the first to do it," Elizabeth said gracefully.

"I am for Germany."

"That's right, so I'm for the British Empire."

"So, you are determined to fight me to the end?" Bismarck said.

"I think you should ask General Tovey about this. However, General Tovey must be very eager for you to sink to the bottom of the sea. I will fulfill his wish."

"Haha, it's just luck." Bismarck sneered, "Well - come on, let's see which of us will sink to the bottom of the sea first!"

"Wait and see."

"All crew members, return to your respective posts! Level 1 combat alert!!!"

"Level 1 combat alert!!!"

Almost at the same time, shrill bells rang out on the warships of both sides.

ps: La la la la la ~ **e appeared, a necessary example of love and hate. Can Germany still run away when he sees people this time?

ps: 20,000 reward for one update, come on~ I don't know if I can withstand the tyrant's critical strike~

Chapter 344: The Disappearance of Heavy Oil (Part 1)

"Bonte, I order you to take full authority as the commander of the Atlantic Fleet. Get ready immediately and lead the Tirpitz and Zeppelin to the Bay of Biscay to help Bismarck. I will let you know the exact location on the way. We are in great trouble."

It was an ordinary afternoon for Zeppelin. After waiting for the pilots to finish their lunch break, she took them to the flight deck to do a simulated flight. However, she suddenly received a telegram from the Bismarck.

She was stunned when she saw the contents of the telegram.

"Today's training ends here. You can go back and rest first." The pilots were originally immersed in the offensive and defensive battles between the two sides. Suddenly, they heard the instructor's words and were a little confused.

"Not doing it today?" Bal asked puzzledly.

"No more." Zeppelin nodded a little impatiently, "I'm leaving first, you guys clean up here." Then she immediately put down the training in her hands and rushed to the bridge.

"Instructor, what's wrong?" The pilot looked at the other party in confusion.

"Bad Mood?"

"I think she's a little anxious."

Here, Zeppelin pushed open the door of the bridge with a "bang", startling Bangtai who was reading the telegram.

"Zeppelin, what's wrong with you?"

"Bismarck, how is she?" she asked.

"I'm still looking at it, but based on the commander's description, it doesn't seem very good." Bangtai shook his head.

"What do you mean not very good? Wasn't she in William? How could she be in the Bay of Biscay?"

"I'm also wondering why we haven't received any news about the commander going out to sea." Bangtai was also confused and didn't know what was going on.

Since Bismarck received the mission basically without any reason, it was normal for others not to know about it.