Bismarck

A Persian cat lying weakly on the table spoke in a depressed tone.

The conference was over, but there was no result, so now we have to hold a small meeting... and the purpose of the small meeting is to solve the problems that were not solved by the conference...

"Well... apart from the one on my own body that can't be dismantled, I only have the small jammer on board..." Zeppelin, holding his chin with both hands, answered in a depressed tone: "I have to protect my body, and your and Tizi's bodies are both being repaired. Not only are those two sets of electronic jamming equipment difficult to dismantle, but they can't be easily known to others..."

"But this is the only way... Use electronic jamming and electronic deception to cover the unloading at night. Otherwise, during the day... The personnel are fine, but the material transportation... I'm afraid it will be paralyzed by air strikes..."

The Persian cat lying on the table spoke as he slightly opened his eyes and looked across at his own captain who was forcibly placed there to cover the loading and unloading at the port. It would have been fine if there were outsiders around, but now when a few people inside the Atlantic Fleet closed the door, the Ge You-like lying posture was comparable to that of his own sister.

After all, he was on the battlefield, and Alexander was under great pressure. Even the captain himself was no longer like he was in the Admiralty under Raeder, where he didn't care about business matters and only cared about the rules of hierarchy.

The battle plan is already a headache, and you can't just sit there and make yourself look like a wooden man after having a headache, right?

I feel a little relieved. The captain has also fallen. I don't have to worry about being scolded for this matter anymore~

However, the problem still needs to be solved...

"Four 5,000-ton transport ships... Even based on the experience of the past half month, fuel and food can be hoisted into the sea with hoses or tied to wood and then towed by transport boats, but ammunition boxes and various weapon repair parts are not so easy... Moreover, transporting these things at night, if you can't see clearly, it's easy to fall into the sea..."

Then the entire meeting place fell silent again.

Several grown men lowered their heads, saying nothing, but smoking cigarettes one after another...

Although the Persian cat couldn't stand the increasingly strong smell of smoke and felt that he was getting more and more headache, but...

Seeing that even the captain, who was famous for his seriousness, was lying like Ge You, Bismarck knew that the captain must have more headaches than himself.

But that's why I have to think more about my captain...

Please bear with the smell of cigarettes...

Ooooh...what a hassle...

"I said, how about this?"

Lindemann spoke. Several people turned their eyes away instantly.

"?."

"Hey, remember the Battle of Dunkirk that I participated in?"

Lindemann smiled, raised his thumb and grinned, showing off his good teeth.

Bismarck suddenly had the illusion of traveling through time and space: How could Lindemann, my sister's son, be so smart?

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p.s., unloading cargo under bombing... is difficult, there is no good way

Chapter 508: Walking into a Trap

Three days is neither long nor short.

At sunset on September 15, four transport ships, accompanied by six destroyers, appeared on the water horizon off the coast of Alexandria.

And a reconnaissance plane with a circular target-shaped logo painted on it was also sneaking by in the eastern night sky...

Soon, the sun set below the horizon, leaving only a waning moon hanging obliquely in the western sky.

But at major airports in the UK, intensive preparations have just begun...

"According to the weather, the moon will sink below the horizon before midnight. A moonless night is not conducive to our air strikes...According to Admiral Arthur Tedder's order, tonight we will be covered by electronic jammers! All aircraft that can carry radars must be dispatched in full force to blow up their port..."

At several airports in the UK, the captains of each flight squadron were gathering their men and giving pre-war speeches. Behind these pilots, ground crews were on the tarmac, conducting the final inspection of the handsome twin-engine fighters and Wellington bombers that were neatly lined up and ready to go before departure.

The scale of nearly two hundred bombers is not just for show.

Soon, a large group of planes took off from several airports and assembled over the Nile Delta, and then flew towards Mersa Matruh and Alexandria! Among these planes, there were several special ones flying at the front of the entire formation. In their bellies, there were not explosives, but some large iron boxes that made a buzzing sound and had antennas sticking out from under the bellies. In addition, bundles of tin foil that had been cut into small pieces and tied together were piled everywhere in the fuselage.

You know, when it comes to electronic jamming technology, Britain actually started much earlier than Germany.

However, certain things also require consideration of the course of history.

"Report to the leader, we have received the navigation signal! We are still forty kilometers away from Alexandria, and we are now over the city of Damanhur. OVER!"

"Roger that. How's the jammer warming up?"

"It's ready. We can start it and release interference at any time. OVER!"

"Very good, stand by! Release the electronic jammer upon my command!"

"Report to the leader! The radar station at Damanhur Airport sent an emergency report. We have spotted a group of aircraft thirty kilometers ahead of us heading towards us. We expect to engage in combat in two minutes and thirty seconds!"

"Hmph, the German night fighters? Handsome Warrior fighters will intercept immediately! The jammers will start releasing jammers in one and a half minutes... I will make the radars of their night fighters deaf and blind!"

"Yes!"

"Very good, the handsome warrior has already rushed up, jammer, turn on!"

"Wait! That's..."

"NO!!!"

In an instant, several blue tracers suddenly appeared from the front and below of the fleet!

Like a sharp knife flashing from bottom to top, sparks burst out from the fuselage of the jammer! The two engines and the jammer antenna under the belly of the jammer, which was originally made of steel and very sturdy, were all smashed to pieces, leaving smoke and fire! The entire plane lost control in an instant, swaying, and began to fall headfirst to the ground...

"The jammer... the jammer is gone?"

"What...what's going on?!"

"Damn it! How could I have forgotten! It's the Edelweiss Witch!"

“…Everyone, pay attention! Bombers, fly in a group! All the rear machine guns of all planes, keep alert! Stay alert!”

The British leader's reaction was not slow, but just as he was shouting at the top of his lungs on the radio, he suddenly realized that all he could hear on his radio was a chaotic rustling sound, and the radar screen in front of him was full of green snowflakes.

These Germans! They brought jammers too!

The radar of a night fighter is designed to detect forward, so if the jammer releases interference from behind the fighter, it will not be able to interfere with its own people.

But for the British on the other side, that's unfortunate...

And now, the distance between the fighter jets of both sides is rapidly shortening with time, and now it has been shortened to about four kilometers!

At the speed at which the fighter jets of both sides collided head-on, a distance of four kilometers would only take a dozen or twenty seconds.

Even if the British radar was designed with a simple anti-jamming system, in such a short twenty seconds, there was no time for the British to react...

"...It's over... I hope the damage isn't too severe..."

The British captain closed his eyes in pain, unable to bear to watch his men being slaughtered! And in the next second, the sharp blade tore through his escort fighter fleet without any hindrance...

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"The first echelon of the British fleet has been intercepted! But they are still moving forward! They are now heading in our direction, 20 kilometers away!"

"…The second wave of enemy aircraft has appeared! Azimuth XXX! Seventy kilometers away from the port of Alexandria!"

"...Wait! There was a signal from the south just now!"

"…disappeared? Has the signal from the south disappeared?…"

"The South? They want to bypass us and bomb Matruh! Notify Matruh and order them to be on high alert!"

West of the Borg el-Arab temporary airport, on the top of a hill about 70 meters high, facing Lake Mareotis across the "Western Highway" from Alexandria to Cairo, a radar vehicle is working. This is one of the few radars Germany has in North Africa. And now, Marshal Kesselring is personally in the forward command post near the radar station, planning the battle situation tonight!

However, even he was a little unsure...

"It seems that their first wave is planning to come from the direction of Lake Mareotis... Lütjens, your method... whether it will work or not depends on you..."

Marshal Kesselring turned around and continued to issue new combat orders:

"Send the signal of the enemy's first wave of aircraft to all anti-aircraft artillery positions! Order them to prepare for attack!"

The moon had followed the sun and descended below the horizon! Only dim starlight flickered in the sky, and the land was dark except for the port of Alexandria and the mountains in the south, which were still under fire! The only thing the British aircraft group could rely on during this night bombing was their own radar...

"Damn it, luckily there is an anti-interference frequency hopping mode, now I can finally see things!"

"And fortunately, it looks like the German night fighters didn't catch up..."

The leader of the first-tier British bomber team, who had managed to survive the interception by German night fighters thanks to the sturdy structure of the Wellington bomber, finally breathed a sigh of relief after debugging the radar.

According to the signal direction of the navigation station, he should be above Lake Mareotis! And judging from his current position, as long as he turned northwest when he reached the west bank of the lake, he would be able to fly directly to the port of Alexandria and the direction of the temporary airport at the port!

He looked at the fierce fighting in the Alexandria area beside him. The flying bullets were still dragging tracers like meteors back and forth! Behind him, his subordinates who were regrouping in formation gritted their teeth and turned on the microphone:

"Brothers! Alexandria is right in front of us. Now step on the gas pedal to the max! Follow me! Charge forward together! Long live the British Empire!"

"Long live the British Empire!"

There were sporadic but still motivated voices coming from the radio, and all the British bombers began to push the throttle to the maximum.

But, in the next second, the anti-aircraft guns below opened fire.

A fire net with various explosion smoke clouds instantly appeared in front of the British aircraft group.

"Damn it, it's anti-aircraft guns!"

"Damn it, I was shot!"

"Damn it! They're too accurate...Everyone, pay attention, the Germans are using 37mm and 88mm anti-aircraft guns! Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly!"

"Avoid! Pay attention to avoid!"

"Help!"

For a moment, hysterical voices echoed throughout the radio stations of the British fleet...

And that’s not all…

"Hold on, hold on! I can see the sea! Turn on the airborne radar!"

What? What's going on?

As the British leader looked on in astonishment, N light spots of signal echoes appeared on the radar screen!

The British leader, unwilling to give up, turned off the radar transmitter, and the signals disappeared. But when he turned on the radar transmitter again, all the light spots appeared again.

The experienced British leader immediately had a few words pop up in his mind: Fake target!

Suddenly, huge clouds of smoke appeared on the coastline in front of us! Although it quickly dispersed in the sea breeze, more smoke continued to appear. I don't know what released it.

Soon, the dock and airport of West Port were completely covered!

"Damn it... I can't see again."

However, the anti-aircraft guns would not be so accommodating to the deaf and blind. At that moment, within a radius of several kilometers, several anti-aircraft gun positions concentrated their firepower under unified command and directed the British long-range aircraft formation, with a barrage of bullets covering them from all directions! !

The British captain saw a blur in front of his eyes, and a barrage of bullets covered him...

"Captain... Brothers, the captain is dead!"

"Damn it... I'm the vice-captain! I'll take over command and continue the assault!"

"But... we can't see anything..."

"Can't you judge the position yourself and throw it if you can't see it?"

"Deputy Captain! It seems that the Second Squad was beaten back by the Edelweiss Witch..."

"Shut up! If you disturb the morale of the army again, I will shoot you!"

The sky was suddenly filled with chaos.

But right at the dock, there was no boat at all! Only a bunch of angular reflectors, as if silently mocking something.

Only on the open sea, next to the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, Lütjens, standing on the side of the ship and enjoying the sea breeze, looked at the four transport ships that were transporting supplies to the large number of fishing boats plundered by Lindemann and Haye from Crete, Greece and the coast of North Africa under the heavy cover of the fleet, and then looked at the direction of the Alexandria Port in the distance, which was illuminating half the sky, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

A Persian cat next to Lütjens smiled slightly when it saw its captain's happy expression.

It was Lindman who came up with the idea of ​​luring someone into a trap.

It seems that the process of transferring to the dock tomorrow should be easier, right?

Chapter 509: Everything for Supplies

Lindemann's trick really caused the British some serious damage.

The British heavy fighter and bomber units, with nearly two hundred aircraft, were deployed in full force, but not only did they fail to bomb anything, but they were also severely ambushed by the long-planned German army.

Thirty-two planes were lost and nearly a hundred were injured!