Bismarck

"What did you just ask Torvi and what did he say."

"I asked him if he believed that a battleship had a soul... He said that the life and soul of a battleship was the glory of the Royal Navy..."

"What a ridiculous answer." Bismarck said angrily, as if he was standing up for his best friend, totally unlike two people who were about to go to war.

"Yes." Elizabeth responded.

"It's okay. You can communicate with him later. I tell you, a captain will be very happy to know that his battleship is a beautiful girl." Bismarck said with an experienced look, "What can be closer than your own battleship?"

"How did you let Lütjens know at that time?" Hood asked curiously.

"I acted decisively and turned on the main engine. All the engine operators were not there at the time. He had no choice but to believe it. Then I sealed the room and he believed it."

"awesome."

"A lot of things happened later. As his battleship, I experienced everything with him. Plus, he was very handsome, so I gradually fell in love with him."

"Hood, I've said that the captain is someone I want to protect with my life, so I won't hold back later. It's up to you to fight with your own abilities." Bismarck declared.

"Yeah..." Hood responded softly, and then silence fell.

Bismarck thought the other party didn't want to talk anymore, but after a while he heard another "bless you."

The tone is sincere.

Bismarck looked at the completely silent space with a complicated expression, remembering Hood's last lonely expression.

Anyone who has played that game knows that Bismarck and Hood are a pair of good friends who love and hate each other. Of course, I know this too. And ironically, my current behavior seems to confirm this.

In fact, this girl with glasses is really good, with a lonely and melancholy temperament, a literary youth with British style.

But Bismarck turned around and looked at Lütjens and the entire ship of sailors. Who was wrong?

Different camps are destined to kill each other.

There was nothing more to say. Let's just treat this as the last conversation. If Hood didn't leave, one of them would sink in the Atlantic Ocean.

It can only be her...

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"Since the commander said that the life and soul of the battleship is the glory of the Royal Navy..." Elizabeth, no, it should be called Hood now, she made up her mind secretly.

But at this moment, a ray of light seemed to flash in the distance ahead?

"Everyone, pay attention! The Bismarck is firing!!"

The secretary at the window shouted, and the others reacted instantly. Even Tovey rushed to the window, grabbed the telescope and tried to look in the direction of Bismarck. However, the first thing he saw was eight tall water columns falling from the sky, densely surrounding the Hood.

In Hood's perception, the Bismarck seemed to have slightly deviated its course to the left, intending to seize the T-head before he completely overtook her?

"Distance 29700 yards! Our ship is heading 120 degrees southeast by south! Speed ​​45 knots! The enemy ship's position is at one and a half points (300 degrees) of our coordinates! Our ship is at the eight o'clock direction of the enemy ship! The enemy ship's speed is about thirty-three knots, and the range change rate is about - yards/minute!"

The conscientious secretary put aside all the random thoughts in his mind and began to report the tactical parameters immediately. His sophistication made Tovey stunned: It is three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is in the west, and the Germans are in the mist further east, and they are so far away...

Tovey was still a little hesitant, but soon, the feedback from the radar and other optical observation instruments showed that the parameters reported by his secretary were actually very accurate!

"Not bad? You've worked hard on the naval business!" Tovey, in a good mood, couldn't help but praise his secretary. However, his usually gentle and intellectual female secretary just turned her head slightly, and then continued to stare at the direction of Bismarck opposite.

Even in his words, there was a hint of determination...

"Thank you for your compliment, Commander. But... let's deal with this Bismarck first!"

Bismarck, since you have taken action, I will not hold back!

"Yes! You're right, now is not the time to talk about this!" Tovey seemed to be infected by the fighting spirit of his female secretary. He nodded vigorously, stretched out his hand, and opened the microphone cover: "Order! The entire fleet continues to move forward!"

"To defend the glory of the Royal Navy! Hood, attack!"

ps: Let me explain why the first few chapters are relatively short... Of course, the word count is absolutely enough, but I have always been lazy in the past, and I combined two chapters into one chapter, so the previous ones were longer... For example, this chapter is 3000 words...

ps: I think I can still hold on~ I still owe one and a half chapters~

Chapter 347: Battle with Hood

"Bismarck, you can fire now." Looking at the time and the distance between himself and the British, Lütjens decided to open the situation by firing first. Although firing at this time was largely just a test, after all, at this distance, and with the special shells used up, hitting a warship thirty kilometers away still required a lot of faith.

"Seize the T-front position, and open fire at all gun ports!"

"Yes, I understand." Bismarck was stunned for a moment and quickly responded.

The battleship turned around and no longer forced itself to move straight, with its gun muzzle slowly pointing in the direction of Hood.

"Hood, I said I would not hold back." Bismarck briefly mourned the friendship that lasted only a dozen minutes, then suddenly opened his eyes.

"Bismarck—all guns, fire!"

The ship shook violently, and the moment the shell was fired, Bismarck wondered what Hood was thinking at this moment?

Sadness or relief?

This round of artillery shells was like a flag, which suddenly sounded the clarion call for attack for both sides. As Bismarck fired at the Hood, the sky over the Celtic Sea was suddenly filled with tracers of artillery shells flying back and forth.

The roaring muzzles were accompanied by blazing flashes, emitting cloud after cloud of thick, inky black smoke that covered the light. Even the strong winds from the Atlantic Ocean could not blow away the smoke covering the battleships for a while.

The Bismarck's salvos screamed with death, scattered around the Hood at a distance of more than 29,000 yards, some in front and some behind, which was a "perfect" straddle. However, at this distance, although it was a straddle, the error dispersion of the artillery itself was also very large.

Hood's commander, Tariq Tovey, completely ignored Bismarck's artillery fire and sneered.

"Are you planning to force us to change our course by grabbing our T-head? You can't hit us from such a long distance! ... And, with your current course, Lütjens, do you want to sail the Bismarck to Ireland and surrender? If so, I would be happy to do so."

"Order: Hood, open fire! Exeter, Galatea, and Aurora, follow behind Hood, left echelon! In addition, all formations continue to move forward!"

"Yes!" The staff officers and assistants on both sides received the order and went to carry it out separately.

Only Hood at the window was silent for a moment...

This moment inevitably arrived. If the conflict could be eliminated, it would be very pleasant to chat with Bismarck, but she was Bismarck.

This time, I can only let you sink.

"Bismarck, although we are of the same kind, we are also sworn enemies." Hood thought silently. "Then, there is no need to hold back...On the battlefield, it's either you die or I live!"

When he looked up again, there was no so-called sadness in his eyes, replaced by determination and courage.

"For the glory of the Royal Navy! Hood! Attack!"

At a distance of 29000 yards, the Hood's four front main guns, raised high, burst into an earth-shaking roar!

This is the glory of the British Empire for three hundred years!!

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As time went by, the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Even though Bismarck changed its course, creating a T-like advantage, Hood on the opposite side had no intention of changing his course and continued to rush straight over!

The Bismarck's change of course actually brought the two sides closer together faster...

"Captain, they did not change their course!" In the command tower of the Bismarck battleship, a secretary was also reporting the battle situation to his commander.

“…Sure enough, this old devil Tovey is not so easily fooled!” The original order was to turn and seize the T-head, but another consideration was to force the British fleet to turn so that the two sides could distance themselves again.

But now it seems... a failure, Tovey saw through his thoughts.

Fortunately, he did not put all his hopes on this strategy.

Lütjens looked at the sea chart with a worried look on his face. The current situation was indeed very unfavorable to them.

"...Our current position is actually west of Ireland. The original southeast course can ensure that we can reach France. Now we turn to the T-shaped course, which will not reach France... If Tovey calculated this correctly and did not turn, when they get closer, they will probably turn south and continue to suppress our return route..."

"Also, if the British mainland is to the west, will they send reinforcements? If we get closer, we will be threatened by British bombers."

Just as Lütjens was thinking, in the northwest sky, four blue tracers emerged from the pale clouds in the sky, and after a sharp sound, they hit the vicinity of the Bismarck battleship!

"The Hood has fired!" Bismarck reported in a deep voice.

"It's okay. We can't hit them at this distance, and they can't hit us either."

Lütjens also just glanced at the distance of the water column outside the window and ignored it.

However, the worry on my brows has never been dispelled...

"Their speed is two knots faster than ours, and our rudder is an emergency rudder that Bismarck temporarily repaired... At this rate, we will get closer and closer, but we are not out of the dangerous waters yet..."

"We are still at least 330 nautical miles away from Brest, and it will take another three hours before dark. Even if it is dark, Hood still has the ship girls. The impact of darkness on the ship girls can be ignored. If Hood was an ordinary battleship, Bismarck would definitely be at home when it is dark, but now..."

“…That is to say, there is no way to escape! Then, we have no choice but to fight!” After calculating over and over again, there seemed to be no good way, and Lütjens quickly made a decision in his heart.

If you want to fight, then fight!

"Order! Bismarck, attack with all your might! We have no way to retreat!"

Defeating Hood is their only way to survive!

"Understood!" Bismarck, who was standing next to Lütjens, responded. Her eyes were also fixed on Hood in the distance!

"Distance 27500 yards! Bearing 225 degrees to our port side! Target enemy flagship! Fire!"

Accompanied by smoke and flames from the muzzle, eight 380 armor-piercing shells flew towards the sea-sky line in the distant sky.

The target was naturally the Hood, which was chasing rapidly. However, accompanied by a cry of "Bombardment, attention!", the hull of the Hood moved slightly, and then a shell flew past the bridge of the Hood!

This kind of action is the maximum degree of control that the ship girl can have over the hull. After all, the hull weighs tens of thousands of tons, and it is very difficult to move dozens of centimeters. She can try her best to dodge the shells that are more off-center, but there is no way to deal with those that are too accurate.

"Phew, huh, that's dangerous!" Hood breathed a sigh of relief.

Tovey, who was almost knocked off his feet by a "sudden" shake, stood up in a slightly awkward manner. He looked through the armored window of the command tower at the tall column of water splashing not far behind the side of the battleship, and took a deep breath in his heart.

But... he turned his head and looked at Elizabeth curiously. How did she know about the bombardment?

ps: I will update it later

Chapter 348: C turret is destroyed! (Update 2)

Bismarck continued to occupy his position and continued to pour out his artillery shells.

"Commander! The Bismarck is almost right in front of our bow!"

His secretary's voice continued to be heard from the side, and Tovey quickly began to analyze.

However, there was no time to question anything at this time. As an experienced naval veteran, how could Tovey not know that the Royal Navy's Dreyer fire control system had a weakness in the frontal measurement of the distance change rate, which was seriously inaccurate?

This situation...

"What's the distance now? Also, the relative position of my ship." Tovey sneered and leaned over the chart table.

"Distance 27000 yards (24705 meters)! The enemy ship is in front of the right side of our ship, at one o'clock!" A female voice that was originally weak but now has a hint of strength rang out. The conscientious secretary stood in front of the porthole, looking at the enemy ship outside the window while paying attention to the indicators on the dashboard reporting various data.

Since she was around various dashboards, Tovey was not surprised that she could report the data. He was just amazed at Elizabeth's reaction speed, which was simply not something a human could do.

"27000 yards? That's enough! Order! Turn right two compass points! Keep chasing the Bismarck... Also, gunner, pay attention! After we turn, the Bismarck will definitely follow! Their steering gear is damaged, so they turn slower than us! Remember to suppress them at this time! Hit them hard!"

Tovey sneered while issuing combat orders.

"Lütjens, you are heading towards the British mainland now! If you want to return to Brest Port, you must turn southeast! But you can't open fire while turning - then we will suppress you and fight you!"

Pondering secretly in his mind, the battle-hardened Royal Navy veteran picked up the teacup and took a sip elegantly.

Perhaps the highest state of a general is to destroy the masts and oars in the midst of laughter and chatter... If Tovey knew this sentence, he would feel that he has this feeling...

Bismarck had already removed her emergency rudder and quietly replaced it with a rudder that she had grown herself. After a long period of emergency repairs, her steering gear room finally regained some function. Although its reliability was not very high, it was much better than the emergency rudder that could not be used at high speed.

If there is no damage, it should not be a problem to hold out until Brest.

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"Distance 26500 yards... Hmm? Captain, Hood is turning! Let's turn too!"

On the bridge of the Bismarck, the Persian cat who noticed the other side turning around asked his captain.

"Well, turn right! Head southeast 135 degrees and increase the distance first." Lütjens nodded solemnly.

After all, it was a high-speed ship... A high-speed warship always needs a minute or two before its huge and heavy body can start to turn the rudder. Not to mention, the Bismarck's rudder was a temporary emergency. I hope the steering gear doesn't break down again at high speed...

However, this rudder must be turned... All Lütjens can do is to remind Bismarck to pay attention...

"By the way, when we turn around, the British will definitely bombard us with all their might, so be careful!"

"Yes! I understand!" Turning the rudder later would be the most dangerous moment. As the main body of the warship, how could the Persian cat not know?

Now we can only hope that when both sides are turning, the drastic parameter changes can allow Bismarck to "hold on" through this round of turning...

The rotation speed of the three propulsion shafts of the Bismarck battleship began to change, and the makeshift rudder was adjusted to a suitable angle, and the huge battleship began a difficult turn.

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