Bismarck

I controlled the 105's long-range gun and took the lead in attacking. The deafening sound of the guns resounded across the sea. Lines of fire cut through the sky. The bombers began to evade and fired back with their own machine guns. Of course, I was not afraid of machine guns. The sparks flew all over my body with the clanging sound.

"Begin evasive maneuvers!" the captain ordered.

"Understood, S-shaped maneuver begins!"

At this time, my speed had reached 32 knots and was still rising. The direct consequence of the S-shaped maneuver was that under the huge centrifugal force, the people in the boat were shaken back and forth, and could only stand firm by holding on to objects.

The 37mm gun also started firing, and together with the 105mm gun, it formed a fire network that prevented the bombers from getting close. In addition, my evasive maneuvers made bombing even more difficult.

My mind was locked onto them, and I slightly adjusted the gunner's angle of direction.

"Bang--" Suddenly, a burst of fire burst out from the right wing of one of the bombers, and the sailors of the anti-aircraft guns immediately cheered, it was hit.

"Chiu——" It let out a scream, and then headed downward with thick black smoke. But - looking at the direction, are you trying to learn Japan's Kamikaze?

I saw the pilot struggling to maintain the plane's attitude in the air, thinking only of my tail approaching. I sneered and turned the rudder to draw an arc, avoiding its dying impact.

The plane desperately plunged into my white trail. Seeing the sea getting closer and closer, the pilot subconsciously covered his head with his arms. "Ah--" he shouted, but then the surging sea water broke the high-strength glass of the window, drowning out his voice.

"Boom——" a ball of fireworks exploded on the sea.

A bomber suddenly accelerated desperately and flew straight through my fire net.

"Bang, bang, bang--" In an instant its belly was shot into a sieve, thick black smoke came out, and iron fragments fell everywhere from the sky.

Another plane started to fall

"Go to hell!" I heard the pilot curse with a grin - he pressed the bomb button at the last moment.

"Crack" the bomb fell off, aiming directly at the bridge.

"Full right rudder!" Lindemann yelled, and everyone grabbed the handrails nervously.

My ship tilted towards me instantly, and the bow created a huge splash of water. The bomb above my head made a sharp sound as it rubbed against the air, and it was getting closer and closer.

Chapter 36: Stuka's Feast

"Boom--" the bomb exploded about ten meters away from the side of my ship. Dozens of tons of water were thrown into the air, and the splashes soaked me completely.

I groaned and subconsciously covered my stomach. It felt like I had been punched in the abdomen.

"What's wrong?" The captain grabbed my arm to stop me from falling.

"Ahem, it's okay, it's just a near miss." 600 kg of explosives exploded more than ten meters away from me. Its energy was partially transferred to my body through the water, which inevitably had some impact on me, but there was no danger at all.

Before I could finish my words, the shot down bomber also came down towards me. Under the threat of the bomb, I had to turn the rudder to the right, so it also crashed to the right.

"Full left rudder!" I suddenly shouted to Lindemann, and at the same time turned the rudder fully.

All of these people have the potential to be Japanese pilots?! I fired wildly at the bomber in anger, and the entire nose of the bomber was shattered - along with the pilot inside.

But that couldn't stop it from falling.

"Pah" A flower of blood suddenly splashed on my arm held by the captain, splashing on his white shirt, and a dark wound appeared on the originally smooth skin. At the same time, a huge explosion sounded on the middle deck, and I felt in pain that a piece of the deck edge with the railing was knocked off.

"Hiss——" I took a breath subconsciously

pain--

The captain's eyes narrowed when he saw my wound.

"Captain, the enemy plane crashed on the middle deck," Lindmann said loudly after receiving the report from the damage control team. He looked at me worriedly.

"The damage control team has gone to put out the fire."

"I'm fine," I said, almost gritting my teeth, "It's just a minor injury, there are still two more."

The bomber lost its bomb and was almost broken into pieces by me. The remaining wreckage could not have any damage, just a big fire caused by the aviation fuel, but this was my first injury!

I took my arm out of the captain's hand, wiped the blood off carelessly, and vented my hatred on the thing above my head with all my heart.

The sudden collision and huge explosion caused the dense anti-aircraft firepower to pause for a moment. The two bombers passed through the gap like they had seen a bloody wolf. I sneered and directly controlled several 105mm anti-aircraft guns in the middle, concentrating firepower on one of them. It was caught off guard, and several shells passed through its body, exploding into pieces in the air, and scattered with black smoke.

The last plane was hit in the belly by 37mm cannon, but it didn't seem to have suffered any serious damage, and it struggled and flew away from my sky.

"Captain, the last enemy plane is moving away. Hey, Captain, what are you doing?" I just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to report the situation, but I was "shocked" by the captain's behavior.

"Stab--" The captain tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his shirt with an expressionless face and bandaged my wound without saying a word. In front of so many people, my face turned red all of a sudden.

"Captain, I'm fine," I whispered.

"What are you looking at? Go back to work. Do you think the Poles have left?" Lindemann shouted, chasing away those who were looking forward to the show. Lindemann gave me a metaphorical look. It was really embarrassing...

"Shut up." The captain glanced at me, still working carefully on his work. He carefully wrapped the strip of cloth around my arm twice, pressing the wound tightly, and then tied a knot on the strip of cloth with the remaining two ends. The captain tied the knot very quickly, and soon completed a perfect hand bandage. However, my wound was a feedback of the damage to the hull. If the damage control of the hull was not completed, my wound would not heal. The blood kept seeping through the cloth and there was no effect at all.

"Call the military doctor," the captain frowned and said to the orderly.

"Captain, don't," I hurriedly stopped him, "Let them put out the fire first, everything will be fine once the fire is out."

The orderly was there, so I couldn't say anything, so I could only wink at the captain. The captain soon found out the reason, "Doctor, you don't have to go, go to the middle deck and tell them to put out the fire quickly."

"Yes"

I returned to the port of Danzig before dawn. There was a large blackened area on the middle deck on the starboard side, and a row of railings was missing. These injuries were reflected on my arm. After the bleeding stopped, a piece of charred skin appeared.

Well, it doesn't hurt anymore, but it just looks very ugly. Although they promised to paint it for me, I guess I have to wait until after the action.

I curled my lips and looked at the captain's profile. He had changed into his usual formal clothes, but when I thought of the scene just now, my face still felt like it was about to turn red.

I had no choice but to turn my head and look out the window.

Slowly sailing into the port, it was just daybreak and many soldiers had already gotten up and started to eat breakfast, as the offensive of the next day was about to begin. The battle last night must have woken everyone up, because as soon as I emerged from the horizon, many people leaned on the railings, looked at my ship, and pointed at the charred black.

Okay, okay, I know it’s ugly, please stop watching, okay? Don’t you feel ashamed for so many people to watch a girl? ! !

The dawn appeared in the sky and a new day began.

The dawn was supposed to be a new beginning, but many people were destined to fall on this morning, whether they were Germans or Poles. My naval guns began to "speak" again, and dense shells rained down on the Polish fortress, rubble flew, and smoke and dust scattered. The army pushed the position to the foot of the fortress before stopping, and then set up more than a dozen mortars to bombard it, but it was the same as my situation - the power was not strong enough. Even my 150 shells couldn't do anything to its tortoise shell, let alone the 80 mortar?

We all know that the defense of this fortress is impenetrable, so we are waiting for an opportunity.

We didn't have to wait long for this opportunity. Before nine o'clock in the morning, planes appeared in my range. They were naturally our own people - the support the captain requested yesterday had finally arrived, fourteen Stuka dive bombers that became famous in later generations!

The Stuka bomber is famous for its high-precision bombing, and the shrieking sound it makes when dropping bombs at a 90-degree vertical angle is the easiest way to identify it. It is the nightmare of tanks and is called the tank coffin. If you hear this shrieking sound on the battlefield, the tank driver will probably pray. Now, each of these excellent bombers is carrying 1800kg heavy bombs under their bellies and is flying straight towards the fortress.

It was obvious that the fortress had come to an end and the Polish army's hold on had come to an end!

The Stukas flew over my head and soon reached the top of the fortress. The Polish army had no heavy anti-aircraft firepower and could only use their machine guns to shoot in vain. The Stukas circled in the sky, probably looking for the best place to drop bombs, and then began to climb.

The show is about to begin!

The weather today is very good, with high cloud base, which makes the Stuka's characteristics more fully demonstrated.

They climbed rapidly, reaching an altitude of 4000 meters, then suddenly made a 360-degree turn and rushed straight down.

Vertical! 90 degrees!

The scream of death appeared

"Beat --" and just as Doppler's "description" said, it became sharper and sharper, casting an indelible psychological shadow on the enemy. Probably anyone who has seen the Stuka will never forget it in their lifetime.

In the blink of an eye, 3500 meters, 3000 meters, 2000 meters! At 1500 meters, its dive speed had reached 540 kilometers per hour, and then it opened its arms and threw the devil's seeds into the enemy's arms.

The 1800-kilogram bombs hit the fortress at an alarming speed. The entire port fell silent, and everyone watched the Stuka hunting ceremony intently.

There was no gorgeous fireworks display. "Bang!" The bomb penetrated into a bunker and exploded. The ground bulged slightly, but only a puff of smoke and dust came out. However, it was already like hell inside. The shock wave and fire instantly killed all the lives in the bunker.

What a pity, it didn't hit the ammunition depot, I thought with some regret.

This is only the power of the first Stuka, there are thirteen more to come, and my regret will be made up for by someone soon.

The second, the third, and the sharp cries echoed over the entire port. The explosions were accompanied by smoke and dust. My ship's guns temporarily stopped bombarding, and the stage was handed over to the Stuka. Bombs drilled into the ground one after another, blasting the originally solid fortifications to pieces. The Polish army did not dare to go to the ground, because they would only die faster there. They could only wait desperately for the last moment in the remaining bunkers.

I "came" to the inside of one of the fortifications. The soldiers had already lost their fighting spirit due to the bombing. Some of them leaned against the wall in a daze, and their guns were thrown on the ground casually. After the friendly positions were destroyed one after another, they all realized that the final moment had come.

One of the officers called his superior, the Polish major who had negotiated with the captain, and strongly demanded surrender and refused to fight.

"The High Command asked us to hold on for 12 hours, and we have done it, Major! Fighting any further will only result in the sacrifice of soldiers' lives! We can't win..."

Bang—He raised his head suddenly and looked at the top in despair.

"Boom--" The explosion interrupted his unfinished words forever. A bomb penetrated the bunker and exploded beside me, not even a few meters away from him. The flames and dust blocked my vision. When I could see the scene inside again, I found that there was no one there. Not to mention people, even the corpses were gone. It was a mess.

I withdrew my consciousness, and before I could react, another bomb hit the fortress. However, this time, the entire fortress was like a lit torch, with flames flying dozens of meters high. The huge explosion exceeded all the previous ones, and I could even feel the vibration at my location. I realized that I had won the jackpot.

The ammunition depot exploded!

"Well done!" Lindemann had been observing with a telescope, and he couldn't help but punched hard with joy when he saw this scene. The huge explosion destroyed almost all the surface and shallow underground fortifications of the fortress, killing and wounding most of the personnel, and its resistance immediately collapsed.

Soon after, a white flag was raised over the ruins of the fortress, our attack was halted, and a signalman came out with an order signed by Major Sukalski announcing the surrender of the Polish garrison.

There were only a dozen Polish defenders left, and they walked out of the ruins of the fortress dejectedly. They were taken to the prisoner camp under the guard of our soldiers. Danzig finally fell into the hands of Germany, and we won - even if it was not as perfect as expected.

The soldiers finally had smiles on their faces. This afternoon was the rest period for the troops. They would rest in Danzig for a day and then continue to move inland to cooperate with the German operations on the Western Front. Taking advantage of this period of no combat, the captain ordered the crew to repair and repaint my middle part as soon as possible. He attached great importance to it and even went down to check the progress twice in person. I have to say that I dissuaded the captain from doing this, but I was indeed very touched in my heart.

It feels good to have someone who cares about you like this.

"Pull up your sleeves," the captain glanced at me.

I said "oh" and rolled up my sleeves, revealing my fair arms. The wounds had already healed. My bleeding stopped when the fire was put out, and the black skin left after the paint was re-sprayed turned white again - but there was still a piece of flesh missing, because there was no way to fill in the piece that was hit by the bomber at this time.

"Captain, I'm fine." I took my hand back and said embarrassedly, "I didn't perform well in this air defense operation."

"No, it's none of your business." The captain sighed, and using his height to put his hand on my head again. "This time the Poles launched a surprise attack, and your reaction is already very good. If it were an ordinary battleship, it might have been sunk here. You performed very well."

"Although the 105mm anti-aircraft gun you controlled performed very well this time, it also exposed the insufficiency of anti-aircraft firepower. The last bomber was hit by multiple guns but still fled. It was really not ideal."

"I said last time that we wanted to upgrade our anti-aircraft firepower," I complained, "but the people in the Navy Department refused to approve it. Although there were no mistakes in the anti-aircraft firepower this time because of the four aircraft, I can't guarantee it in the future if it's a cluster."

"I will report it to the Navy Department again." The captain smiled and said, "Don't worry."

The modification plan that the captain promised to report has not yet been reported, but the order from the Navy Department has come down again. In the new order, I will be sent to the Hel Fortress in Poland to perform fire support operations. Our war there is not going well.

Chapter 37: Naval Battle

I left the port of Danzig at four in the morning and sailed across the Baltic Sea at a speed of 32 knots.

At this time, the Polish coastline was not under our control. For safety reasons, the captain ordered me to make an arc after leaving the port before heading towards Hel Fortress. This delayed me a little, but for my high speed, this distance was not long.

But I don't think there is anything in Poland that can threaten me.

I stood in the bridge and carefully sensed the surrounding situation, fulfilling my duty as a radar. Although my perception ability is not as good as the human eye's visual range when the sky is clear (but the visual range is only able to see, and it is still difficult to judge), this ability is still very useful at night.

A big circle of eighteen nautical miles was drawn, and then I sat on a chair and ate the midnight snack (breakfast?) that the orderly had just made. For my convenience, the captain specially added an extra chair for me in the bridge. Of course, I can't sit on it at ordinary times, only when I am working. Now it should be counted...

The captain went to rest for a while, and Lindemann was on duty. At this time, the ship was deployed at level one combat deployment. The atmosphere was serious, and people were always on guard against possible attacks.

The Gdynia naval base is not far from Danzig. I can reach it in less than an hour. Even my main guns can reach it at the maximum range. In Gdynia, as far as I know, there are some Polish warships in it, including a 7500-man garrison. Our army is attacking it from land. Although we have an absolute advantage in equipment over the Polish army, they are also facing a tough nut to crack.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, the weather was very good, with high clouds and clear sky, and a wide view.

I had already crossed half a circle, and at this moment a fleet appeared in my field of vision, or to be more precise, a formation.

"Captain, two unidentified ships were spotted 60 degrees to the left, approaching us! Speed ​​15 knots"

"All personnel in place! Level 1 combat deployment"

"Jingle Bell--"

I slowly reduced the speed. High speed was not suitable for fire control aiming. The ship's gun was pointed at the target under the "control of the crew". The black muzzle swayed up and down with the swaying of the ship.

A few minutes later, the two boats came into our sight. We discovered each other and quickly learned each other's identities.

"Wait, it's our ship." Lindemann took a look and immediately determined that it was the destroyers Lebrecht Maas and Wolfgang Zenk.

"Lebrecht Maas and Wolfgang Zenk?" the captain repeated. "I remember they should be supporting Hel Fortress now."

"It's not clear what happened, but it was definitely those two destroyers," Lindemann said.

"Captain, those two ships show signs of damage." I used my perception to investigate and found that the two destroyers that the captain mentioned should have been in Haier had obvious signs of gunfire burning. The starboard shell of one of them was completely lifted up, twisting the gun barrel.

"The starboard turret was destroyed, Xiaoba" I said the scene that Lindemann could not see "It should have just experienced a battle"

The captain thought about it and said, "Use the signal light to ask for the situation."

"Yes!"

On the mast of Bismarck, the signal light kept flashing, and the other side quickly flashed back. After a while, the signal tower called the bridge.

"Captain, the other side said that they encountered two Polish ships at Hel Fortress this morning. Their turrets were hit by shore artillery during the battle. One of them went to Danzig for repairs, and the other was preparing to return to Pillau." Pillau is another naval base, north of Danzig.

"Reply, we will go to Haier on their behalf," the captain said calmly.

"Yes, Captain," the communications officer returned.