Bismarck

The hamster wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes secretly. He turned around and continued to follow a group of staff officers to draw a sea chart. Lindemann said: "You are making indirect accusations and you are so fierce... Next time, be careful or I will draw you and the bad guy Tovey together! Humph! "

Looking out the window again, the British destroyer approaching secretly under the cover of night was completely invisible to her perception...

"You are the enemy? How boring..."

The small hamster slightly corrected the error in the gunner and the gunners' artillery parameter settings, and then secretly started to daze amid the thunderous sound of the big hamster's artillery...

Although, the four British destroyers facing the dazed Tirpitz were unlucky...

In the eerily silent night, fierce artillery fire suddenly appeared. The rain of bullets with tracers was like hail, covering the British destroyers head on, and it even felt like the rain of bullets was more violent than the storm on the sea... and the four British destroyers lined up in a row were immediately covered in dense water columns.

Under the sudden attack, the British destroyer squadron commander was in disbelief before he even had time to think about how he was exposed. And before he could react, his ship, the HMS Hero, was hit by a 150mm high-explosive bomb...

"Report! The main gun in front of the bow is destroyed! The deck is flooded with water and cannot be controlled!"

"Tsk, damn bastards!" Looking at the increasingly violent wind and rain outside the window, and the huge waves that were three or four meters high blown up by the wind, hitting his side one after another - fortunately, in order to take into account the critical side angle of 70 degrees, he had adjusted his course. Now the destroyers are facing the turbulent North Atlantic wind currents with their sides and rear, otherwise the consequences would be even more serious.

However, that’s about it!

Another round of artillery fire came over, this time it was a salvo from the four 380mm front main guns and six 6mm secondary turrets of the Tirpitz! The middle deck of the Hero was hit by another 150mm secondary gun. The fierce westerly wind blew up the turbulent sea water, and a huge wave more than three meters high hit the low rear deck of the destroyer and poured into the hole!

But the Hero was not the most unlucky one. The HMS Hurricane, which was also an H-class destroyer and followed the Hero on the left, was hit by a 20000mm new CRH380 high-explosive bomb that only hit at an angle of 8 or 64 degrees even at 1940 meters! In the desperate eyes of everyone, a red tracer flew over the sea like a comet, and directly hit the Hurricane, which was struggling desperately in the rain of bullets and water columns! The kg high explosive caused a huge hole with a diameter of or meters in the side hull of its central engine room. The seawater poured in violently, and the destroyer began to tilt and sink rapidly. But before it capsized, a terrible sympathetic explosion occurred at the torpedo tube above the engine room! ! After a huge fireball, this brand new destroyer that had just been commissioned in had disappeared in the stormy night that had returned to darkness again...

In just two minutes, one of the four destroyers sank and one was seriously damaged...

The commander of the British destroyer squadron could no longer care about anything else. The combat effectiveness of these damn demons in the open sea was far beyond what was previously imagined...

"This is Somerville! The 7th Destroyer Squadron will retreat immediately! All other destroyers, please take note! No one is allowed to get within 27,000 yards of the German fleet without new orders!"

"Everyone! Retreat immediately!!...Damn it!!!" In the command tower of the Hero destroyer, the unwilling commander of the destroyer squadron gritted his teeth and finally shouted retreat in humiliation... On the other side, several destroyers that rushed over from the cordon one after another also began to pay attention to keeping a distance from the Bismarck.

According to Lutjens' previous order, in order to keep his actual detection range secret, Lindmann did not order a fire pursuit. He just breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the little hamster in the corner.

And a certain grape...stretched, changed its position, and continued to lean on the cushion and started to laze...

"...How boring..."

ps: It's really boring...

Chapter 387: Using the Secret Weapon

After firing two more rounds, all of which were empty, Lindmann ordered to stop shooting again.

"Captain, the destroyer has run out of range, and Lindemann has ordered to stop the shelling." Bismarck reported to Lütjens in a timely manner.

"We are almost at the strait. Tell them to prepare our equipment and take action immediately once they sense the fortress' radar!"

Bismarck looked at the gradually shrinking coastline in front of him and nodded.

The order was issued immediately.

"Captain, the commander has given the order."

After listening to Bismarck's retelling, Zeppelin walked up to Bonte.

"Very good, let's get started. Then it's up to you."

"Professor Wolfe, then I'll leave the loading and debugging to you. Just don't expose the electrical signals in advance."

"Don't worry, I know this, leave it to me." Wolfe patted his chest.

The two of them walked out of the bridge and began to walk towards the hangar, where the treasure was sealed and hidden.

"Professor Wolf, why are you alone? Where are the other air force technicians?" Zeppelin asked curiously. Apart from the naval officers and soldiers who came to help, there was not a single air force person in the hangar. She remembered that there were quite a few people when they boarded the ship.

"Well, they haven't gotten up yet."

Professor Wolfe could only laugh awkwardly when talking about this. Before going out to sea, his colleagues were full of confidence, thinking that it was just going out to sea, not a big deal, and nothing to be afraid of. However, after going out to sea, they were like dead mice, all of them kicked their legs and lay on the bed, refusing to get up, and were laughed at by the navy crew for many days.

During this period, there was a period of calm weather, and some people gradually adapted to the sea environment. Unexpectedly, they encountered strong convective weather with strong winds and waves not long after, and those who thought they had adapted fell down again...

Now, he was alone.

"Oh, so that's how it is..." Zeppelin then looked at the cabin of the air force technicians, and sure enough, they were all lying dead on the beds.

"Don't you need to call them?"

"No need. Given their condition, it's no use having them come. I might as well do it myself. Everything has been installed anyway. I just need to debug it." Wolf said with a smile.

"But professor, don't you get seasick?"

During the removal process, Wolfe was directing from the side, constantly shouting at them to be gentler. His energetic appearance was in stark contrast to the other Air Force technicians.

"When I was young, I loved the sea. I often went out to play and took a cruise. My contact with the ocean was - be gentle, don't bump into anything!"

He smiled apologetically.

"I have been in contact with them a lot. Besides, Marshal Goering personally put me in charge of this voyage. How could I dare to get seasick? I don't have the time to get seasick at all. Hahahaha."

"That's true." Zeppelin nodded. "Once you get seasick, we won't be able to do this here. Captain Bonte also said that you won't get seasick if you focus on doing one thing."

"That's the truth." Wolfe agreed.

"So, those people are just too idle." Zeppelin commented bluntly.

"Maybe they just can't adapt." Wolfe laughed awkwardly again. Zeppelin could say it so unreservedly, but he couldn't. Although he also felt that those people really had nothing to do...

Due to the workmanship and power issues, the jammer was very large and filled several boxes. It was also very heavy and inconvenient to carry. Zeppelin could have easily carried it to the bridge, but this was too abnormal. In order not to undermine the dignity of the sailors, she had to watch them carry the boxes one by one into the bridge.

His face turned red, which was caused by holding his breath and exerting too much force.

"What? We're going to use this on the bridge?" Bangtai saw a group of people moving a lot of things in with great fanfare.

"It's more convenient up there." Wolfe said, "Captain, do you think there's anywhere I can put it? I don't want anyone to disturb me when I'm operating it later."

The implication is that it is a place that needs to be kept secret.

"Why don't we go to my room?" Bangtai thought about it and decided that the only confidential place on the bridge was his own bridge lounge. Once the door was closed, no one would enter.

"My room is behind this." He pointed. "You move these boxes to my room."

"Yes!"

The sailors moved the jammer into the room.

Unfortunately, the box was too big, so poor Bangtai had to dismantle his makeshift bed and throw it in the aisle to make room for the jammer.

"Captain, I'm sorry to have wronged you. Haha." Zeppelin said with a smile.

"Isn't it just a bed? Do you need any other help?"

"No need, no need." Wolfe said quickly, "I'll start debugging now."

The important point about this jammer is that it must be close enough to the command so that adjustments can be made in real time.

"First the box needs to be grounded... then the wiring needs to be shielded and sealed."

Wolfe picked up an electric drill and asked, "Zeppelin, Captain Bonte won't mind if I make a hole in his room."

Just as Zeppelin was about to ask the professor with a smile what he wanted to do, his smile froze halfway.

He doesn't mind that I do!

Seeing that Wolfe was about to drill the drill into his head without waiting for an answer, Zeppelin became anxious and reached out to grab the drill.

"???"

"Professor, let me do this. I'll lay the lines and stuff. You just go and debug the machine... I really can do it." She said "with a smile".

Zeppelin, who didn't want his beautiful forehead to be cut, immediately rushed to work - although a small drill would have no effect on a warship, but when he thought that it was his own body that was being drilled, Zeppelin felt distressed.

"What a hard-working girl." Wolfe sighed.

The Persian cat had already bent over with laughter on his own bridge.

Zeppelin pretended to start the electric drill, then drilled a hole in the ground and buried the ground wire in it.

After a short period of preparation, Bangtai reported to the flagship that everything was ready.

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Located in the Gibraltar Fortress's sturdy underground bunker, in a temporary command post converted from a conference room...

"How is the situation now?"

Sir Riddle's voice came from behind Samoville, who was commanding the fleet to deploy interception defenses.

"It's not easy... The destroyer HMS Wyvern (some say HMS Wivern) that issued the first warning on the cordon has been confirmed dead. Now the four Tribal-class destroyers of the Fifth Destroyer Squadron and the Australian destroyer HMS Vampire are gathering and following them..." Samoville rubbed his aching temple and reported to Sir Riddle with a sigh.

"…The German Atlantic Fleet is too powerful, and its battlefield perception is particularly abnormal! Just now, the 22000th Destroyer Squadron was planning to ambush them at Cape Faro, but even in this weather, and with the th Destroyer Squadron on the other side of the open sea, the th Destroyer Squadron was still defeated at around yards... I have now ordered the th Destroyer Squadron to keep a distance from the Germans."

"Now the 7th Destroyer Squadron can no longer be relied upon. One destroyer was sunk and another was seriously damaged. In order to escape the range of the German fleet's artillery fire, they turned around and evaded. Now their position has been pulled away by the Germans, and their speed is slower than the Germans, so it is impossible for them to catch up..."

Looking at the wry smile on Sommerville's face, Sir Riddle, who was originally from the army and half-believed in the legend of the German Navy's Atlantic Fleet, now couldn't help but start to believe it a little...

"What should we do now?" asked Riddle, who was not very knowledgeable about naval battles.

"Let's implement the second plan. Have the destroyers withdraw to the Strait of Gibraltar and prepare to intercept with the large battleships of Fleet H under the cover of the fortress batteries."

"Okay, I'll go give the order to the fort's artillery. Anyway, the Gibraltar Fortress and the garrison fleet have fought together more than once... By the way, where's Tovey? When will the Home Fleet arrive?"

"Well... their speed is at least five knots slower than Lütjens, and they don't have enough troops. They have been hiding from Lütjens before..." Speaking of this, Samoville's face was a little ugly. But this is the fact, and you can't hide the truth just for the sake of face. This is fatal on the battlefield! !

"How could this happen? When we were chasing Lütjens in the North Atlantic, didn't he have three high-speed battleships and three aircraft carriers?"

"Well... it's like this. Because there are still two Scharn-class battlecruisers with modified 380 main guns in Germany, the Home Fleet must arrange at least one garrison fleet. This fleet is currently composed of King George V and Ranger. They cannot stray too far from the homeland - they can still follow Tovey in the North Atlantic, but Tovey now only has two large battleships, Prince of Wales and Renown, and two aircraft carriers, Glorious and Indomitable."

"This force has no advantage over Lütjens' Atlantic Fleet. The only advantage is that we have more destroyers and light cruisers than the Germans. In fact, if we didn't have the Americans to help search for them when they went out to sea, it would be hard to say who would fight whom in the North Atlantic..."

"Yes..." Sir Riddle also fell silent. After a while, Riddle put down the pipe in his hand and nodded helplessly.

Although they were in different branches of the military, both the former Undersecretary of the Army and the current Governor of Malta and Commander of the base had access to this information and were visionary enough to see the danger... "Actually, you're not bad. At least your opponent is a pig. The commander-in-chief of the German Navy, I think his name is Raeder, he's just an idiot. If I were him, I would send other large German warships to the Atlantic Ocean together with Lütjens! If the German Navy commander-in-chief really did that, Tovey would be exhausted..."

Not to mention running around, if you're unlucky, you might even be defeated one by one! Samoville thought of his previous disastrous defeat in the Mid-Atlantic Battle, and scratched his head in frustration.

Although new large warships are still being built in full swing and the vast colonies are not short of resources, the country's strength has been extremely weakened in the previous twenty years of economic turmoil. Now it is relying entirely on selling its old assets in exchange for charity from the Americans to survive here...

Although there is support from the Americans and blood transfusion from the colonies, no one is worried about losing to the Germans. But...

Unless you are blind, you probably have no idea about the future of Britain...

However, at this point, the war between Britain and Germany had already broken out. Somerville suppressed his inner worries and reported his next battle plan to Sir Riddle:

"...There is too much fog and waves on the sea surface, especially in the strait area, and our torpedo boats cannot get out. As for the destroyers, there are only two ships in the 7th Destroyer Squadron that are still capable of fighting, and their speed is not enough. Now we can only follow behind and see if there is a chance to detect leaks later...But now the 5th Destroyer Squadron and the Vampire can still bite them. In addition, we now have two Queen-class battleships, two Fiji-class heavy light cruisers and four Leander-class light cruisers, as well as six destroyers from the 3rd and 6th Destroyer Squadrons."

"...The narrowest part of the strait is only 13 kilometers wide, and there are minefields at the entrance and exit of the strait. Even if the Fifth Destroyer Squadron has problems, our remaining forces can block the Strait of Gibraltar! - It is eight o'clock now, and Lutjens is expected to enter the entrance of the Strait of Gibraltar around eleven thirty. We still have three hours to prepare..."

In fact, although it was described in great detail, as a veteran general and one of Lutjans's old rivals, Somerville's inner worries actually increased. But even so, he had done all the preparations he could...

All we can say is that his current mood is to do his best and leave the rest to fate.

"...May God bless the king." After the report, Somerville couldn't help but worry in his heart, and drew a cross on his chest with 120% piety. And Sir Riddle followed him and drew the same cross...

"God bless the king, Amen..."

Outside the fortress, the night in the Strait of Gibraltar was getting darker, the sea fog was getting thicker, and the storm was getting stronger...

P.S. Am I too lame... Okay, okay, I know. I will start the assault tomorrow. Today is to debug the secret weapon. I will try to write the daily routine as soon as possible. Everyone likes cute daily routines. I remember it~

Chapter 388: Heaven and Earth Net

It seems that it is due to the trumpet-shaped terrain of the Strait of Gibraltar itself. The closer you get to the Strait of Gibraltar, the more intense the atmospheric convection in the sky becomes...

At the entrance to Gibraltar, which was originally filled with strong winds, fog and rain, and dark mist, and raging waves, a few hazy white lights suddenly flashed in the sky, and not long after, a loud rumbling thunder came from the thick fog in the sky...

Following the call of thunder, the streaks of rain that were originally rolled up by the strong wind and flying everywhere instantly turned into a dense rain curtain like a river bursting its banks. The torrential rain like a waterfall was carried by the wind and waves, like a huge whip between heaven and earth, whipping the steel body of the warship, making a crackling sound. As time went by, the strong wind became more fierce and rampant, the waves became more unbridled, the sea fog became more hazy and confusing, and the fierce winds became more violent, drowning the entire world into a chaotic water world where it was hard to tell whether it was under the sky or under the deep sea!

The storm in Gibraltar has really arrived!

It seems that the British have been very quiet for a while since the destroyer team was repelled by Grapes? But this only means that they are planning a bigger attack!

The British in the south gradually assembled five destroyers, which were now sailing parallel to him more than 30 kilometers away. Although the destroyer squadron that had ambushed him in the north had only two destroyers left after being beaten by Tirpitz, they were still following him with evil intentions.

And in the dark fog ahead, I'm afraid there is an even greater danger hidden...

Even though the west wind was blowing hard outside the bridge, and the wind and rain were cold, and even though he had been through many battles and was very experienced, Lütjens' palms were actually full of sweat...

"It's nine o'clock. Where are we now?"

Looking at the time, Lütjens asked.

Although he had been drawing sea charts, there was no way for him to accurately locate his position on such a terrible stormy night - you know, the terrain, sea conditions and even the enemy situation around Gibraltar were so terrible that failure to locate an accurate position would mean failure of the battle!

Bismarck closed his eyes and sensed for a while, then reported: "We are now less than 50 kilometers west of Cadiz, Spain, and only one hour and forty minutes away from the artillery range of the Gibraltar Fortress."