Bismarck

"How's the sea?"

"The wind is due west, with a speed of 105 meters per second! The wave height is 1.8 meters! The wind pressure is kilograms per square meter, and the visibility is less than one nautical mile. The wind speed is still increasing! The azimuth of the ocean current is degrees, which is the same as the heading of my fleet! The current speed is about knots! Report completed!!"

"Everyone, please keep on course. The British will surely come to intercept us again. And the turbulence after entering the channel area will be even greater than it is now. We don't know if the British have laid minefields or something. If so, it will be even more troublesome!"

"But... isn't this Spain's territorial waters?" Bismarck was a little stunned.

"This is Spain's territorial waters, but have you ever seen the British care about the attitude of a small country?" Lütjens smiled contemptuously. Wasn't the previous Icelandic naval battle fought in this way?

Bismarck nodded to show that he understood.

"Also, order the fleet to turn right 30 degrees. We will be most vulnerable to attack when we enter the strait. Let's get rid of those destroyers on the left first!"

"Yes!"

"Got it~!"

Zeppelin's voice came from the WIFI. As an aircraft carrier, her center of gravity is too high, so it is a bit difficult to operate...

Bangtai had already stood on the steering wheel himself. And Zeppelin…now had no time to stabilize her body, she still had to install the jammer's cable. Although the dishes of the jammer antenna had been installed in advance, for the sake of confidentiality, the internal equipment could only be installed temporarily - but fortunately she had installed this thing a lot in the past few days, and as long as it was assigned to the battleship, it was considered a ship girl's thing.

As for Professor Wolf? He was actually holding on, but when the wind and waves got stronger, his true form was revealed instantly, and he vomited something with a sour and bitter taste directly onto Zeppelin's shoes...

Zeppelin almost kicked him away.

In fact, even some of the sailors couldn't stand it anymore...

If the shipgirls were not able to freely operate their own equipment, the sailors would have turned green and covered their mouths tightly, and it would have been great if they hadn't been hit on the head by the heavy equipment boxes...

Looking at this group of people and thinking that he couldn't be exposed, Zeppelin sighed again...

"Forget it. If it hasn't flipped over yet, it must be stable. I'll do the rest. You guys help Professor Wolfe go out and take a rest..."

Before Zeppelin finished speaking, there was a whoosh, and the former captain's lounge, now the electromagnetic interference equipment room, was suddenly empty. Except for Zeppelin, who was holding a tool in his hand and looking confused, there was only a door that was still shaking back and forth, telling the sailors' psychological feeling of amnesty...

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The three warships began to turn with difficulty in the storm and current. The rudder efficiency was obviously reduced when the wind and the current were favorable. Turning was difficult for aircraft carriers and warships, and now it was even more difficult to turn after turning the rudder for two or three minutes.

Especially for the Zeppelin, which had a high center of gravity and was already tall, the hull was most susceptible to wind when turning. The strong wind caused her to tilt too much when turning, and she could not turn the rudder fully, and could only "move" slowly little by little - even an old sailor like Bonte who had been "educated" by the rough waves in the harsh sea conditions in the North Sea could not bear it.

Zeppelin had already dropped the jammer whose fixing screws she had instantly installed using her ability, and came to the bridge to help with the steering. But even so, after completing the turn, Zeppelin's position had already been pulled to the outside of Tirpitz, and was about three or four kilometers behind Bismarck and Tirpitz.

Fortunately, the ships were arranged in a triangle formation with a distance of more than 2500 meters, and the observation range of the ship girls was not affected by bad weather and interference. In addition, the two British destroyers chasing behind the Zeppelin were too far away, so there were no accidents that we like to see...

As one of the battleships with better stability in World War II, Lütjens on the Bismarck was not so embarrassed. However, if Zeppelin really had an accident, Lütjens would probably be greeted by Goering and Raeder, the biological father and stepmother...

"Tell the Zeppelin to come over quickly." Lütjens looked at the Zeppelin that was beginning to fall behind and gave a faint order - after all, he knew that even without using its abilities, the Zeppelin's speed was actually 35.6 knots!

Moreover, there may be even bigger troubles ahead...

"As expected of the British Royal Navy, which has rich combat experience... They noticed it as soon as I turned..."

More than half an hour later, on the nautical chart in front of Lütjens, the distance to their British destroyer had not shortened at all.

Looking at the two British destroyer squadrons plotted on the chart table, the five destroyers to the south cunningly turned right as soon as they saw me turn, always keeping parallel to my course - both sides were sailing at a speed of 36 knots, even if the destroyer towing behind seemed to be only at 34 knots, it would not be able to catch up in a short time...

Moreover, the two destroyers behind did not seem to give up and followed closely...

"It's already half past nine. We are not far from the entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar. And if the entrance is only 40 kilometers wide..." Thinking of this, Lütjens seemed to have some bad ideas in his mind...

He called his own secretary over and said, "Bismarck, order the entire fleet to return to the original course in five minutes. Also, notify them, wait, like this..."

"Okay~" Bismarck was stunned at first when his captain whispered in his ear, then he understood and nodded with a smirk on his face.

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"The destroyer Vampire reports to the headquarters and informs the brother ships! The Lütjens fleet has turned! The new course is 105 degrees southeast by east, and the speed is 28500 knots! It is probably located about 1 nautical miles due west of the fortress! In addition, one of the large targets is slow to turn, lagging behind the other two ships by about or kilometers. It is suspected to be the Zeppelin! Our ship is yards due south of the enemy, and the th Destroyer Squadron is about nautical mile due south of our ship! The current course is due east, with a speed of to knots. Request for the next combat instructions!"

The call of the Vampire destroyer was heard from the radio station of the Gibraltar Fortress Command Post.

"Fifty nautical miles..." Somerville also groaned. With the Atlantic Fleet's speed of 42 knots, this distance is already quite close. And the fortress is only kilometers away from the entrance of the strait. However, thinking of the width of the strait and the minefields in the strait, Somerville's face changed.

"If the strait is only 13 kilometers wide and there are minefields, our light cruisers and destroyers in the strait may not be able to operate..." Thinking of this, Somerville rushed directly to the chart table, looked at the chart, and calculated the time with his fingers: "Well... it's 9:40 now, there is still time... order..."

"Report!" A report interrupted Somerville's order. The communications staff grabbed a telegram and handed it to Somerville, who looked annoyed, and then hurriedly retreated. Somerville, who was originally a little angry because his order was interrupted, grabbed the telegram and looked at it. His face unexpectedly turned from gloomy to bright - "To Sir Riddle and Vice Admiral Somerville, the main force of the Home Fleet has now taken a shortcut and has arrived at Cape St. Vincent. It will arrive at the entrance of the Strait of Gibraltar in four hours at the latest! ! - Admiral Tovey, Commander of the Home Fleet!"

"Great! Lütjens, let's see how you can escape now!" Somerville was so overjoyed that he almost jumped up. He handed the order to his confidential secretary and ordered: "Inform the entire army, the reinforcements will arrive in four hours at the latest! Pass my order! The three and six destroyer squadrons on standby in the strait and the four Leanders will form a task force and attack according to Operation Plan No. 3!"

The night off the coast of Spain was stormy and the thunder was getting louder and louder. Even though the arc of lightning was covered by thick fog and rain, one could still see the flashes of light from time to time in the sky that was covered by dark clouds, rainstorms and sea fog. There were even a few thunders that seemed to pierce the dark sky, rushing down from the thunderclouds in the sky, hitting the sea or somewhere else, making a loud noise like the wrath of heaven.

Looking at the thunder and rain outside the window, a certain Bismarck who had traveled through time couldn't help but think half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Which Taoist is going through the tribulation here? What if he doesn't do it well and accidentally travels through time?"

"Stop being in a daze, where are we now?"

"Well... we are now about 25 kilometers southwest of Conil De La Frontera, Spain. According to the nautical chart, we are already northwest of the entrance to the strait, about 37 kilometers away from the entrance."

"Well, where are the enemy destroyers?"

"The destroyers in the south are now divided into two groups. One is 26 kilometers away from us, and the other four are 28 kilometers away. They are all heading due west. The speed is 155 knots except for the one closest to us, which is knots." Bismarck observed and reported while picking up a pencil to mark the enemy situation on the nautical chart: "The team that attacked us before has reached our nine o'clock position when we turned south. It is about five kilometers west of the Coni de la Frontera coastline and a little more than kilometers away from the Tirpitz. Heading , speed knots, and the coastline is just beyond them."

Bismarck wanted to laugh when talking about this team. And the same was true for the other team in the south on the nautical chart - if they continued to sail for less than 20 minutes, they would have run aground on the beach of Spanish Morocco!

The captain is really amazing! Bismarck looked at his own captain and had to admire him.

However, Lütjens did not dare to be careless at all.

"What about the entrance to the strait? Is there any situation?"

Bismarck looked at the entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar to the limit of his perception, but even if he stretched his perception to the limit, he could only see the waves crashing on the shore, the black fog in the sky, and the flashes of thunder through the rainstorm blown by the strong wind. The scene in the depths of the strait, however, could not be seen at all...

"No enemy has been detected yet."

"Well, it should be soon. This is the best position to attack us from all sides." Looking at the watch, the calm Lutjans encouraged the nervous officers and soldiers in the bridge: "It's ten o'clock in the evening now. Everyone, make preparations for battle. Let's work together later. We can break through the Strait of Gibraltar tonight..."

Although it was actually a bad joke, everyone laughed.

Including another funny guy after Lindemann, the trainee captain Hyde.

However... although he tried his best to appear calm, Bismarck could still see a thin layer of cold sweat on the wrinkles on the captain's forehead under his military cap... The same was true for others...

Even though it's a damn storm with a cold front coming...

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"Report! The British destroyers on our left have started to turn! Heading 95 degrees, heading towards us! Range change rate is about -1000 yards/minute!"

The radar soldier's report startled Bismarck! The British were coming over now... were they preparing to attack? Before she could think carefully, Tizi started shouting on the WIFI: "Sister! Those guys are coming over now!"

"Where are the heading and range rate? You forgot about this again!" Bismarck was very angry. He was always too lazy to check the tactical parameters, and he always had to urge...

"Ah, let me see...range change rate -800 yards, heading 156.4 degrees, speed knots... wuwu...sister, I was wrong..."

While Bismarck reported the situation of the two British fleets to Lütjens, he finally put down his bruised fists over the WIFI... This girl is lazy all day long, which is really worrying.

"Also remember what I just told you! Hit me better!"

Under the command of Lindemann, the minesweeper Tirpitz began to fire at the two defeated ships that had entered the predetermined distance of 20000 meters.

Sure enough, Lindeman is more reliable than this dead hamster...

However, the level of this bombardment was obviously much worse than the previous one... The two British destroyers twisted their evasive tracks and avoided the rain of bullets again and again! Although one or two 150mm shells hit them occasionally, the British destroyers, who were so angry that they seemed to have burned their boilers to the state of strong pressure ventilation, and with the help of the strong current flowing from the shore to the Strait of Gibraltar (the wind-driven current plus the coastal current can actually reach a flow rate of about 2 knots!), they rushed towards the Zeppelin, which was towing behind the formation and chasing the two battleships, at a speed far exceeding knots!

On the other side, five destroyers, including the relatively slower Vampire, continued to squeeze towards the Bismarck!

Bismarck could even see in his perception that on the decks of the seven destroyers on both sides, at the control panel of the sturdy five-tube torpedo, there were sailors wearing raincoats, goggles and safety ropes, desperately turning the handwheels. Through their disheveled faces covered with water from the wind and rain, in their eyes through the goggles, there flashed a cold deep blue light that was almost the same color as the reflection from the torpedo head!

And at this moment, two formations of British warships suddenly rushed out from the left and right of the thick rain and sea fog at the entrance of the strait!

Four Leander class!

Six fleet destroyers!

"Captain! There's movement at the entrance to the strait!" Bismarck didn't dare to neglect it and hurriedly reported to Lütjens in a low voice: "Two teams of British warships, both 2 light cruisers and 3 destroyers, are sailing along the coast at a speed of about 28 knots! The distances are 25 and 27 kilometers respectively, but they are heading towards us! The distance change rate is very high!!"

"Twenty-eight knots? The current speed in the strait area seems to be at least 2.5 knots..." Lütjens was still in the mood to estimate the current speed in the strait. His leisurely attitude made Bismarck anxious: "Captain! They are all turning to prepare to launch torpedoes, and you are still in the mood to calculate this!!"

Bismarck glanced at the clock on the wall: 10 minutes after 22:00 in the evening...

Meanwhile…

"Lütjens's course and speed have not changed! It seems that this is all they can do!"

"We've already reached the preparation area, and the encirclement is almost complete. Moreover, they are still dragging the Zeppelin, a burden - I sincerely hope that when they turn to evade, they will crash into each other, hahahaha!"

"Don't be careless. The commander said that we should pay 120% attention, especially to watch out for the possibility that they might evade in advance!"

"Each of our two teams has 38 torpedoes at a time. There is no problem in laying out a six-kilometer-wide torpedo net at intervals of meters! In addition, the th Destroyer Squadron's torpedoes are cross-firing with us. If they want to avoid our torpedo attack, they can only turn south - but if they turn south, there are torpedoes from the th Destroyer Squadron's five destroyers! Hehehehehe!"

"Okay! It's time!"

At the same time when the second hand pointed to 0: past , except for the th Destroyer Squadron in the south, the commanders of the other three British destroyer formations issued orders at the same time:

"Torpedo fire! Send them on their way in peace to see God!"

One after another, the torpedoes, which still reflected the flash of thunder in the sky even in the deep darkness, were rushed out of the torpedo tubes by the high-pressure air, and plunged into the sea with the rotation of the propellers! And next to them were other launch tubes and torpedoes from other destroyers!

Under the thunder and rain in the sky, 78 torpedoes were arranged in three directions to form a huge attack surface, covering the front and right side of the German Atlantic Fleet like a net that could not leak anything! And if the German Atlantic Fleet turned to the left... the 50 torpedo tubes of the 5th Destroyer Squadron were ready to launch at any time!

At this moment, the British vowed to completely bury the German Atlantic Fleet in the deep sea shrouded in darkness!

"Hmph, Lütjens, let's see how you can escape now!" Samoville also took a deep puff of his cigarette, sneered, and muttered to himself in the direction of the entrance of the Strait of Gibraltar.

Dragnet!

Chapter 389: Three Minutes of Counterattack (Part 1)

Almost as soon as the torpedoes surfaced, Bismarck's mental power had already sensed something different on the sea.

Those things with white trails...

Suddenly, alarm bells started ringing in my mind.

Looking at the dense sea of ​​torpedoes that appeared and covered the entire waterway, even Bismarck felt his scalp tingling.

She believed that Zeppelin and Tizi felt the same way.

For no reason, she recalled the time when she was hit by a torpedo. It was her first experience, and it was so sour and refreshing.

"Captain! The British cruiser-destroyer formation ahead has fired torpedoes, and now they have turned back to the strait! There are... 70 or 80 torpedoes! Our front is full of torpedoes!"

Bismarck reported the discovery at the same time.

"They're laying mines head-on after more than 20 kilometers? This is to force us to turn..." Lütjens' expression remained unchanged: "The two mines on the left have also been laid, right?"

Bismarck monitored the surrounding scene in real time. Her attention had now shifted from the British warships to the sea, looking in the direction of the torpedoes.

"Yes, they fired, ten in total!"

"It's heading to the left of our current position! With the current sea conditions, the Zeppelins may not be able to dodge it - the five torpedoes on the right haven't fired yet, but they are probably waiting for us to turn and will fire soon!"

"Is this forcing us to turn right?" He pondered for a moment, then said, "Then let's turn right, since the steering effect is not good now anyway."

Lütjens sneered: "Tell Lindemann and Tirpitz that from now on, as long as the enemy's light battleships come within 20 kilometers, there is no need to hide! Use all her abilities. If she can't achieve a satisfactory result, she won't be able to sleep all day when she returns to the port. You watch her!"

Who are you talking to?

Of course it’s grapes.

Eating, drinking and having fun are her favorites. If she is not allowed to go out, she will cry to death.

"Yes, I will supervise her!" Bismarck said in a deep voice with a serious tone.

This ship girl won't show her due strength unless pushed. Since Lindemann won't play the bad guy, let the fleet commander play the bad guy role.

Soon, the girl in front knew the sad news...Sure enough, the girl gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously.

"Tirpitz understands!"

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"The torpedo won't hit us for ten minutes, so we have plenty of time! Now start to act according to the predetermined plan - turn the rudder first, try to make the route have a little angle, pull up the rudder effect, and turn right together in three minutes!"

Lütjens also stopped sitting. He stood in front of the bridge with a telescope in hand - although it was pitch black outside the window and he could not see anything.

But the tense atmosphere of the battle has already emerged.

"Hyde, you take the helm!" he gave the order immediately, which was equivalent to giving Bismarck complete control of the battleship, and she no longer had to worry about anything.

"Yes!" Hyde replied loudly, then went up and took over the steering wheel.

"Within three minutes! Kill these five destroyers on the right first!"

Lütjens made a phone call to the artillery, and the communications officer passed the news to Zeppelin and Tirpitz at the same time.

"Ok!"