Bismarck

"…There are still so many people who need my protection, so many people have expectations of me, and there are still many things that have not been done!" she muttered to herself.

I can't lose!

I absolutely cannot lose!

and so!

I!

The flagship of the Greater German Navy, the Bismarck! How could they lose in such a place?

"Captain! Leave the rest to me!" Bismarck's eyes gradually became firm. Although he was still pressed on the chair by the captain, his captain could feel the firm and fighting spirit in his eyes, the fighting spirit and will of a real battleship.

"Bismarck, now it's all up to you!" Lütjens nodded to his secretary ship with full of confidence. "Remember, only by defeating the Hood can we survive!"

"Well! Watch me... Wait! Artillery fire! Pay attention!"

Before he finished speaking, the Hood fired another round of salvos. However, this time, the Bismarck barely managed to avoid it!

The eight tall water columns of the British 15-inch guns had not yet dissipated, and the three remaining main turrets of the Bismarck were already pointing in the direction of the Hood! The six sturdy main guns facing the gradually slanting pale sunlight from the west, although stained with traces of sea fog and gunpowder smoke, seemed to reflect a hint of cold light...

"Sorry, Hood, it's my turn now!"

Enduring the pungent smell of gunpowder in the turret, the conscientious young sailors, under the command of officers and sergeants, operated the mechanical equipment to load the heavy CRH8 new 380 armor-piercing shells from the ammunition well, along with the silk cotton-wrapped propellant bags and brass cartridges, into the sturdy gun barrel. The heavy vertical wedge breech block fell down, locking the breech of the gun.

At the same time, the six main guns began to raise their elevation angles in accordance with the firing parameters transmitted by the fire control director, after the turret commander's correction!

With Bismarck's intervention and correction, the fire control instrument's observation and aiming even seemed to be a little faster than usual. However, whether it was the officers and soldiers on the ship or the Persian cat himself, they had only one thought in their minds: "Hood! You should take my bullet too!"

"Target! The flagship of the British fleet----Hood! Fire!"

As the three main turrets of the Bismarck began to fire in succession, six bright white tracers divided into three groups, covering a large area where Hood was advancing in turn, and flew towards the shadow on the sea and sky line in the distance!

At the same time, Hood, who was standing in front of the window, suddenly changed his expression...

Perhaps Bismarck's determination moved God? This round of shelling was very accurate after the ship stabilized again.

After all, it is an attack between ship girls, and the mutual accuracy is still very high.

Damn it... this round of attacks... can't be avoided! Hood soon discovered it.

"The Bismarck is firing! Attention everyone!"

ps: Okay, the debt is paid off~

Chapter 351: Gladiators' Death Battle

Hood only had time to shout this and tilt his ship as much as he could. Then, two 380mm shells hit the Hood one after another!

The power of the Bismarck equipped with heavy shells at a distance of 20,000 meters cannot be underestimated. If it were an ordinary battleship, one shot would cause serious damage. However, the Bismarck and Hood are much more capable of enduring the damage.

"The secondary armored area of ​​the middle deck in front of the port side and the rear bridge were hit! The hull was flooded by the waves! The two 102mm secondary turrets were destroyed! The damage will not affect the battle!"

Shortly after being hit, the female secretary reported the injury situation with gritted teeth, and even Tovey was stunned by her quick reaction.

But there was no time to think more! The two battleships and flagships of the British and German navies were now 24000 yards (22000 meters) away, heading southeast and starting a brutal battle!

After they both entered the same heading, their full-gun bombardment of each other became increasingly intense.

One is running away, the other is blocking, back and forth.

Three hundred nautical miles ahead is the French port of Brest, and even just another 100 nautical miles ahead will put us in the control zone of the German Air Force!

Knowing this well, both parties, with different purposes in mind, put all their efforts into attacking the other's flagship!

"For the glory of the British Empire! Attack!"

"Although you are a good opponent, I absolutely cannot lose... Target the British Navy flagship Hood! Fire!"

The British fleet was faster, but it didn't have much of an advantage in artillery battles! However, with a faster speed, the distance was getting closer little by little, and the number of shells hitting them gradually increased...

Both sides were waiting for the other side to collapse first, and it seemed that they had entered a brutal war of attrition. The warships were the objects of consumption. Every time they were hit by a shell, a huge wound appeared, and then a bunch of parts flew into the sky. The casualties of the crew were also very serious.

"The starboard waterline armor was penetrated! Although it was blocked by the dome armor, the water inflow was serious... Hood, you will also have to taste the taste of the shells!"

"Hit the Bismarck! They seem to be a little slow... Dangerous shelling! Damn it! The rear deck was hit!"

"Damage Control! Control the flooding!"

This is the era of big ships and big guns!

This is the stage for Steel Monsters!

Billions of turrets, billions of glory!

The pale blue and bright white tracers of gunfire went back and forth. In the rain of bullets and dense water columns, even a giant warship felt insignificant and could be abandoned by fate at any time! The fierce firepower even forced the three British cruisers that were originally following Hood to distance themselves from their flagships. If any of them were careless, Bismarck's shells would miss and hit the cruisers, which could directly damage them. This level of battle was no longer something they could participate in. All they could do was to be spectators.

No matter whether it was the Bismarck or the Hood, no matter whether the opponent was of the same kind as themselves or not, under the Union Jack of the British Empire and the Swastika of the Third Reich, the two warships carefully avoided the opponent's artillery fire while pouring all their attack power towards the opponent!

Although both sides would be hit by shells from the other side from time to time, bursting into fierce flames and smoke, the two ship girls gritted their teeth and held on to their respective beliefs, still fighting to the death on the battle line, and neither of them was willing to retreat a step!

"This level of damage will not stop me... for the glory of the Royal Navy!"

"I absolutely cannot lose! I must bring everyone back to Brest safely!"

……

Above the cruel smoke, clouds and tracer bullets on the surface of the Celtic Sea, there was only the pale sun that was gradually setting in the west, trembling in the sky in the southwest direction, like a helpless eye that had grown tired of the vicissitudes of life, silently watching the desperate fight between the two steel knights between the waves of the North Atlantic blown by the westerly wind...

The battleships' death battle was so cruel, yet it seemed as if one could feel a hint of sadness...

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The sun was setting over the Celtic Sea, and the vast sky, sea, and the smoke on the sea were all dyed blood red. The two battleships, already covered with scars, were still fighting a brutal death battle, just like the gladiators in ancient Rome, waiting for one side to fall first under this sky.

The distance between the two sides has been shortened to 23000 yards (21000 meters), which is quite close for both Hood and Bismarck. Under the powerful mental perception, it seems like a boarding battle...

There is no room to hide, and with the shells flying for more than ten seconds, even the ship girls cannot make much evasive action. What's more, when both sides fire, they will consciously cover a large area, so no matter how hard they try to hide, they will be hit.

The shells flew back and forth like meteors, and even the two remaining 150-gun turrets of the Bismarck and the six 6-guns and twelve 203-guns of the three British cruisers joined in the bombardment.

Under the setting sun of the Celtic Sea, the two sides fought hard.

Except for the command tower which was still intact, the rest of the Bismarck's superstructure was basically destroyed. It was completely unrecognizable and there were shocking holes everywhere. Seawater kept pouring into the large holes where the armor belt was pierced. The bow was almost beaten into a sieve and the entire upper deck had been lifted up. It was a horrible sight.

Another round of blue tracers came crashing down on him. Although there were only eight shots, they carried an overwhelming momentum!

Although Bismarck tried his best to avoid the bombardment, there were always some shells that he could not avoid...

A shell penetrated the water not far from the side of the Bismarck, but continued to move forward due to the powerful impact and penetrated the underwater armor.

Bismarck immediately felt a pain in his waist, and then a cool feeling appeared.

She knew there was a leak.

The sea water rushed in violently.

Who is the lucky E? He even hit the underwater bullet.

"…Damn it, it was an underwater bullet! I didn't dodge it, I was careless… The starboard underwater mine protection area was hit! The No. 5 boiler room was flooded! The roll reached thirteen degrees…"

Thirteen degrees is already very obvious to those on the bridge. They have to turn sideways even when standing. Once the ship tilts to a certain angle, all the ship's guns will become useless. If the propeller is exposed above the water, it will lose power. The general practice is to sacrifice buoyancy in exchange for stability - although this will further reduce the speed of the Bismarck.

"Damage control team, start reverse flooding! Keep the ship level!" This was the captain's order.

Although Bismarck was in charge of the artillery battle and no one else could intervene, there were still many things that the captain and sailors, as human beings, could do for the Bismarck.

Feeling the captain's support, Bismarck turned around and smiled at the captain, then turned around and went all out to deal with the Hood. Although the hit caused Bismarck to lose a boiler room, and the water inflow and flooding also increased her weight and reduced her speed to 27 knots, as the pride of the German war navy, how could Bismarck be so easy to deal with?

"Hood! Take my blow too!"

With anger and determination, the bright white main gun shells, like the heavenly fire in mythology, smashed straight down in the direction ahead of the Hood's course.

"The Bismarck is firing! Everyone, pay attention!... Damn it! The main turret A was hit! This Bismarck is really accurate..."

The Hood, whose main turret was destroyed, was immediately engulfed in flames, and its attack power was suddenly suffocated...

"Great! You hit it! Just keep hitting it like that, keep attacking!"

Seeing the shelling hit, Bismarck, who was already beginning to feel a little exhausted from the long battle and injuries, was also encouraged. More shells hit the Hood one after another.

Soon, another 380mm armor-piercing shell hit the bow of the Hood, blowing a large hole at the waterline. The injured Hood's bow sank immediately.

The Hood, which had been wounded many times, was also slowly decreasing in speed. She was taking on water and tilting, and the problem of water filling and balance was happening to her. The speed reached 28 knots - of course, still faster than Bismarck.

"Huh...Huh...the ammunition depot was almost hit..." Hood breathed a sigh of relief.

At the last moment before being hit, the Hood suddenly and strangely changed its course. Because of this turn, the shell that was originally going to hit the front main gun ammunition depot just missed the armored bulkhead in front of the front main gun ammunition depot and only hit the bow.

However, the fragile armor on the bow was immediately blown to pieces, and Hood's bow was also in a terrible state.

Although the power of the 18.4 kg TNT explosion was fierce, in addition to blowing up another circle of secondary armor plates around the hit position, the rest of the shock wave rushed out from the unarmored bow deck, opening a large hole in the bow deck, but in the end it still could not threaten the front main gun ammunition depot with heavy armor defense...

If it's a direct hit, that's not necessarily the case.

But the damage from this shot was not light... The Hood was also grimacing in pain.

"Elizabeth? What's wrong with you?" Tovey looked at the secretary beside him strangely.

"It's okay... I just feel a little uncomfortable." Hood replied.

She had never been beaten like this before, and her experience was not as rich as Bismarck's - the experience of being beaten.

When he was hit by the shell, blood spurted out from his waist, shocking everyone on the bridge. Hood, who was also frightened, ran back to his room and dared to return to the bridge after the projection was turned on. When Tovey asked, he just said it was a recurrence of an old injury.

Although Tovey had doubts, he didn't say anything and continued to give orders.

"Fire!"

ps: Should we update twice tonight? This is a question

Chapter 352: The Comatose Bismarck (Part 2)

Seeing that their flagship was severely damaged, the three British cruisers following the Hood immediately rushed forward, ignoring the Bismarck's accurate shooting, and closed the distance with the Bismarck. Six 203 and twelve 152 guns fired continuously at the Bismarck meters away to cover their flagship.

Although the cruiser's firepower can do limited damage to a fully defended battleship, it still poses a great threat to the superstructure and damage control team. Not to mention that the 203 is even powerful enough to threaten the secondary armored area. The most annoying thing is that the 203 has a fast firing rate, which makes Bismarck feel sick like eating a fly...

Before the Hood could be attacked again, the Bismarck was hit by several small-caliber shells, including the front bridge. The superstructure began to catch fire, and the Bismarck felt like a torch... Even a 203mm shell hit the waterline at the bow, penetrating the 60mm armor of the bow!

This is not a good sign.

Fortunately, although the bow waterline armor did not withstand the 203 mm shells, it was still a layer of armor and no larger hole was blown open. Only a small hole appeared. Bismarck did not report the situation, but quickly closed and sealed the damaged cabin with consciousness, while the damage control team blocked the damaged hole caused by shrapnel with a plug and dragged a water pump to start draining water.

For minor wounds, Bismarck's own repair was simply faster.

Bismarck's remaining two 150mm secondary guns were also firing at the cruisers. Bismarck did not want to use its main guns on these cruisers as it was a waste of time. The shells from its secondary guns were enough to deal them a heavy blow.

The trajectory of the secondary guns was very different from that of the main guns. Bismarck first adapted to it, and then began to strike more and more accurately. Soon, under the attack of Bismarck's secondary guns, the Aurora light cruiser was hit by several shells. Her thin armor could not resist at all. With the waterline pierced, the hull with a lot of water began to tilt and the speed was greatly reduced. However, the tenacious Chongqing still insisted on staying in the queue, following the large force, and fired at the Bismarck, which had been damaged and slowed down.

but…

Even though it was also seriously damaged, the battlecruiser Hood was still the pride and glory of the Royal Navy.

Hood immediately sealed her front main gun ammunition shaft to eliminate the risk of explosion. Under the command of Tovey and others, while the damage control team was sent to put out the fire, the Hood continued to fight back on the battle line.

"…Hood is firing! Everyone take cover!"

This is not a small water pipe for a cruiser...

Although Hood is usually a quiet and gentle lady, the injury caused Hood to burst out the warrior spirit hidden in the soul of the Royal Navy.

Hood's counterattack was fierce and accurate! Bismarck couldn't dodge in time, and a 381mm explosive shell hit her rear bridge!

The violent explosion destroyed the pillars, and the rear control instrument was blown into the sea on the spot! The officers and soldiers who survived climbed out of the control instrument only to find that they were already in the sea, and Bismarck could no longer stop to save people...

After the wreckage flew everywhere, the damage control team rushed up with the water hose. But at this moment, two cruiser shells also hit it one after another!

The damage control team, which was originally rescuing the fire scene under artillery fire, suffered heavy losses on the spot!

The scope of the fire continued to expand.

"Damn cruiser! I want revenge for the damage control team!"

The Persian cat exploded on the spot.

In the face of the furious Bismarck's counterattack, the light cruiser, which was only 380 meters away, had no human rights at all. A round of main guns covered all possible evasive positions of one of the cruisers, and then a 7000 main gun shell hit the boiler room in the middle of the Galatea's hull. This poor -ton reconnaissance light cruiser tilted on the spot, and then had to leave the queue crookedly, dragging black smoke towards the northeast...

But after all, it was one against four. The other three cruisers were fine, but the Hood was a formidable enemy! While the Bismarck was attacking the cruiser, another round of 381mm penetrating bombs with blue tracers came towards the Bismarck like a meteor...

"Bombardment! Danger!"

"She watched the shells head toward where they would land.