Bismarck

Before he finished speaking, Lütjens discovered that the steering gear in his hand seemed to be out of control.

"Bismarck, is it okay for you to be like this?" Lütjens asked his battleship while looking around.

"It's okay. I've been correcting the bombardment parameters before. I can still do it at this distance."

The voice in his ear chuckled, and Lütjens felt that the warship under his feet was gently changing its course.

The huge but severely damaged warship tilted its body and slowly changed its trajectory on the sea. However, Lütjens, a general who had drifted on the sea for thirty years, had an inexplicable and very smooth feeling in his heart.

This is the instinct of the battleship. Even though an auxiliary engine was damaged more than a week ago and has not been repaired yet; even though the battleship is so badly damaged that even the trim and roll cannot be guaranteed, as long as it is still in the sea, it can continue to sail like the shark - but this fish seems to be very heavy.

Bismarck's right propulsion shaft was damaged. If it relied on the center and left shafts alone, its course would inevitably deviate to the right. Moreover, the water-intake tilted and tilted bottom of the ship, the speed difference between the sailing water flow, and the Bernoulli principle produced a complex fluid force field, not to mention that the hydrological conditions of the offshore beach were complicated. The waves hitting the shore not only pushed the warships toward the shore, but also created whirlpools in front of the complex and changeable seabed terrain near the coast. However, the most troublesome thing was the seabed terrain. Even though this was an alluvial plain formed by the complex water system of the Nile Delta, there was still no guarantee that there would be no protruding reefs or anything on the seabed.

If the ship was really hit by a reef at this time, with a hull of more than 50,000 tons and nearly 10,000 tons of water entering, the inertia of a full 60,000 tons would be all pressed on this one point on the reef. The hull structure would definitely be greatly affected, and it would become the Titanic.

Even though Lütjens was an admiral with rich sailing experience and had almost the same sympathy with Bismarck, he was still nervous when operating a damaged warship of more than 50,000 tons.

By feeling the inertia and steering torque from under his feet, Lütjens instantly determined that Bismarck was turning the rudder to the left to balance the right yaw torque caused by the thrust imbalance. She also changed the rudder angle slightly from time to time while maneuvering, balancing the complex underwater flow field very accurately and skillfully.

As for the complex underwater terrain, it was basically visible to the ship girl! Lütjens knew very well that even with the best sonar available, there was absolutely no way to map the underwater terrain.

Although the ship girl's underwater detection is not very far, it is not deep sea now, but shallow water, so it is not a problem at all.

Lütjens's manipulation is really not as good as Bismarck's own doing.

"Bismarck is worthy of being the battleship itself."

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Lütjens couldn't help but feel emotional in his heart. It was really every commander's dream to own such a warship, not to mention being able to communicate so closely with the warship.

Just as he was feeling emotional, the slight vibration under his feet suddenly disappeared. Lütjens almost immediately determined that the power of the main shaft had been disconnected.

The battered warship relied entirely on its own inertia and quickly slowed down in the face of the resistance of the sea water - at this time, she was still carefully controlling her steering gear to fine-tune the angle.

I suddenly felt a little panic for no reason.

"Bismarck! Bismarck!"

He shouted a little louder with a panicked voice, and several passing sailors looked at their captain, their fleet commander, in confusion.

Lütjens also saw the surprised looks of the sailors, but he could no longer care about anything.

"Bismarck! Are you there?"

He turned his back to the sailors and spoke in a lower voice, but his anxious tone was even more panicked.

"Captain... I'm fine..."

An almost inaudible voice whispered into the captain's ears!

"Captain, it's ready. We can land on the shoal soon..."

She paused, as if taking a breath.

"This is a blind spot. After the bow's trim is fixed... just head forward to the left and you'll be able to get out of it."

Suddenly Bismarck talked a lot about the subsequent manipulation process. If it were usual, Lütjens would not care at all, but now, it was as if he was explaining his last wishes.

"Bismarck, what's wrong with you?" Lütjens, who had a bad intuition, asked immediately.

She didn't feel anything else, just that she was becoming more and more drowsy. In fact, this feeling had been lingering since a while ago, but it had been supported before, but now it had reached its peak.

"I'm very tired now and want to take a nap," she said weakly.

Bismarck's voice was very small, but it was this small voice that struck Lütjens' heart like thunder.

As a veteran of many battles, he certainly understood the consequences of taking a nap when one was so weak. Many people died in their sleep.

Will it be similar for KanColle?

Thinking of the consequences, Lütjens suddenly became afraid.

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"Bismarck! Didn't you say that as long as your keel is intact, you won't die?!"

Lütjens's face, which was marked by the years but still firm and stern, suddenly became red-eyed!

"Don't sleep! Bismarck!"

With a barely perceptible sigh, an almost transparent shadow with a little flicker and distortion appeared in front of the captain! Wearing a military cap of the German Navy style, but slightly modified by herself, her soft blonde hair, which was originally waist-length, only appeared to the shoulders, just like her body. Only that beautiful face, although transparent to the point of being almost invisible, but in Lütjens's eyes, those sapphire-like shining eyes looked at him affectionately,

At this moment, Lütjens could even feel that the main body of the battleship under his feet seemed to be still using its last strength. Even though it had slowed down to a speed slower than walking, the steering gear was still trying to use the last bit of rudder effect to desperately adjust the course.

"Bismarck?"

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but his hands just passed through the transparent phantom!

Lütjens' pupils widened violently with fear.

Bismarck had suffered heavy damage and disappeared once before, but never as serious as it is now.

Will he lose Bismarck just like that?

"Captain, I'm really fine, just taking a break."

In Lütjens's wide eyes, the phantom of Bismarck became increasingly faint.

Bismarck really wanted to sleep, but she didn't know if she could wake up. When she was finally awake, she said something.

"Battleship Bismarck, it is my honor to fight alongside you under your command. Goodbye."

The last sentence is very formal, but it really carries a lot of weight.

They are both comrades-in-arms and lovers.

Lütjens' tears finally couldn't be held back and burst out.

The voice and shadow became increasingly fainter and fainter, and after the last sentence was spoken, they all disappeared.

The bridge returned to dead silence.

"Bismarck!!!"

Lütjens reached out to grab it hastily, but only caught a ball of air.

The captain cried out Bismarck's name, half-knelt in agony in front of the still upright steering gear, and stretched out his hand, only to touch the cold, hard iron bracket of the steering gear, as if he were touching a tombstone.

At the same time, the body of the Bismarck battleship began to shake as if it had been rubbed by something!

The Bismarck battleship was at a small corner protruding outwards at the western port of Alexandria - also a dead end on a shallow beach - its keel scraped against the soft mud and sand accumulated on the seabed, and finally stopped and ran aground...

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Chapter 477: Covering the Sky and the Sun

"Bismarck..." Lütjens was at a loss. It was the first time he encountered such a situation.

It is indeed very rare to see such an expression in front of a battle-hardened soldier.

Even after Bismarck was badly hit, even though he was heartbroken, Lütjens remained calm, but now...

Half-kneeling in front of the Bismarck battleship's steering gear, Lütjens covered his face in pain and lowered his head, as if something wet had dripped onto the cold floor...

The floor beneath my feet was constantly vibrating, and there was a faint creaking sound. It was the Bismarck's hull constantly rubbing against the shallows.

The shaking of the beach caused Lütjens' hat to fall to the ground.

Bismarck has disappeared, and now the only thing left is the battleship Bismarck, right?

Like a body without life, the battleship Bismarck collapsed on the beach...

Although the Bismarck battleship and the Bismarck are one body, it should not die as long as the keel is intact.

Lütjens recalled that during the Battle of Iceland, Bismarck almost disappeared, but recovered after resting, though a little weak.

Will it be the same this time?

Thinking of this, Lütjens suddenly felt hopeful again.

Even if it's only one in ten thousand, you have to stick to it.

The Bismarck battleship that just ran aground had a very light impact... maybe the impact on the keel was not too great?

As long as the dragon's bones are intact and he survives, Bismarck should still have a chance to come back!

Yes, that must be the case!

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"Report to the commander! Radar has detected the enemy! Three British aircraft groups are gathering from the east, southeast, and southeast. They may attack at any time. Please give your instructions!"

The voice of the operations staff brought Lütjens back to his senses.

Just when he came back to his senses, Lutjans was stunned.

Usually it was Bismarck who reminded him of the situation on the battlefield. Now she suddenly disappeared. Lütjens felt a little uncomfortable listening to the reports from his subordinates.

He smiled bitterly, thinking that this was caused by Bismarck's spoiled behavior.

"Hmm? Radar?"

He raised his head and looked around. Apart from the sailors who were sweating and walking in a hurry, carrying fire extinguishers, fire axes and fire hoses in their hands, and passing by the conning tower while looking at him with idiot eyes, the only thing he saw was the conning tower, which was in ruins and covered with scars.

But there are still a few devices working!

Including the radar display screen connected to the top of its main mast, which is still working!

Although Bismarck was temporarily unconscious, her body was still there and had to be protected.

I don't know why, but Lutjans suddenly felt a lot of hope in his heart...

Although no matter what, it is a bit of a last-ditch effort...

Lütjens wiped the liquid that accidentally flowed out of his eyes and stood up again.

He couldn't believe that Bismarck would leave like this.

After a brief period of sadness and confusion, the fleet commander returned.

"Order! Contact the Air Force immediately, prepare for camouflage and air defense and air combat guidance! All power systems are transferred to the generators, pump out water and repair them - do it now! No mistakes!"

"Eh?" The operations staff was stunned for a moment as they watched the commander, who was inexplicably sad a second ago, with his face still covered in smoke, but now stood up again...

"What are you waiting for? Go and do it!" Seeing that the combat staff was still confused, Lutjans glared and shouted.

"Yes Yes Yes..."

Seeing the communications officer running away in obvious shock, and looking at the confused sailors around him who were still watching the excitement, Lütjens was embarrassed and had to disperse the crowd. He smiled bitterly and wiped the dust on his face that had mixed with his tears and turned into mud...

"...I lost my composure and made a fool of myself for these bastards."

Looking around the command tower, which was badly damaged but still had equipment working tenaciously, Lutjens clenched his fists.

"...Bismarck, wait for me. I told you I will definitely rescue you!"

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"This is Lieutenant Colonel Zeppelin, the commander of the GR186 Wing of the German Air Force's carrier-based aircraft unit! Seven BF-109T2s and six FW-190Ts! Who is the highest-ranking officer in the air force right now?"

More than a dozen planes flew from the cirrus clouds formed by the evaporation of water vapor on the sea surface to the northwest of the battlefield, facing the wind direction that was beginning to change, and approached the Alam battlefield. In the fighter plane painted with white edelweiss, Zeppelin, who had his long blond hair tied up in a bun net in the pilot's helmet behind his head (PS: historically, German pilots at this time still wore leather hats with goggles), was asking on the radio about the command order of the air battle battlefield at this moment with a hint of arrogance in his coldness.

"You are the highest-ranking officer here, dear lady!" A gentlemanly male voice came from the radio: "Captain Edward Newman, commander of the 27st Squadron of the JG-109 Wing. On behalf of my BF-s, I salute you and your victories!"

"And me!" Before Newman could finish, a sassy and playful voice came from the radio: "Captain HELMAN STAIGER, commander of the 26rd Squadron of the ZG-110 Heavy Fighter Wing, and my eight BF-s salute you along with that guy just now!"

"I accept your greetings and hope that we can fight side by side later." Zeppelin chuckled and sensed the situation in the sky: "Well, I'll report the intelligence... They are coming from three directions, about 80 to 100 kilometers away from us, that is, Rashid and Damanhur Airport. They have already assembled. If we want to intercept them, we have to intercept them separately..."

Having said that, Zeppelin was actually very worried...

The Bismarck was seriously injured and her life or death was unknown; the Tirpitz had now run out of anti-aircraft ammunition, and except for a few hundred main gun shells, there was no more bullet that could be fired from the gun barrels; even the Italian Auspicious Sisters were probably running out of ammunition... The light cruiser and four destroyers around his main body did have ammunition, but in order to shake off the ambush and raid of the British cruiser fleet, they were forced to sail at full speed for six or seven hours in a row... With the amount of oil that the Italian destroyers and cruisers had only for activities in the Mediterranean, they could no longer sail at high speed - but with the British's crazy air raid density, if he and the Italians escorting Tirpitz wanted to exchange positions, they could not guarantee a safe exchange before the next wave of air raids if they did not move quickly!

Even if it was just me, there were only 30 fighter planes left that could be deployed... Even with these pitiful fighter planes, quite a few of them were actually pieced together from damaged planes in previous battles, with parts here and there...

But... right now, I am the only one who still has some anti-air combat capability here...

"No matter what, we have to survive today!" Zeppelin was secretly swearing in his heart, ready to fight to the death.

You can only succeed. If you fail, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Ms. Zeppelin, why are you silent? Is the enemy very strong?" Newman asked curiously.

"Uh..." After Newman's shout, Zeppelin came back to his senses and realized that he had been distracted.

This is really the first time this has happened.