Bismarck

However, this wave of bombers went directly behind the wave of attacks that the Germans had managed to avoid before, not even giving them a chance to catch their breath.

"Bontai! Watch out for what's above you! They have at least a squadron of dive bombers heading for you!"

"Tsk... This level of continuous attack really thinks highly of me..."

Hearing the warning from the headset, Bangtai did not bother to distinguish whether it was Lindemann or Top who was shouting this sentence from the other side of the radio in the noisy environment. The steering wheel in his hand turned desperately towards the left full rudder position like a windmill, and his eyes were also looking at the sky above his head with worried eyes. The sky, which was originally the scorching sun at noon, was now blackened by the dense smoke of anti-aircraft guns...

In the dense anti-aircraft smoke, a rain-like anti-aircraft fire network came from the direction of Zeppelin's three sisters, and under the control of the ship girl, it swept back and forth!

The tracers of the anti-aircraft shells drew out lines of smoke that intertwined into a large net. In the sky, a dozen or so small black dots were chased by this fire net. From time to time, a few of them turned into a rolling and falling black smoke, or a brilliant flame in this fire net...

However, even though the extremely accurate anti-aircraft firepower of the three surrounding ship girls was so fierce, the British dive bombers, who were blinded by killing, still struggled hard to break out of the fire net.

Seeing that damn Evil Spirit-class aircraft carrier was already close before them, the dive bombers that were strafed back and forth by the anti-aircraft fire net and were in a very miserable state suddenly perked up. They re-formed into a column attack formation, and after flying over the Zeppelin's head, they aimed at the wide flight deck of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier that was doing serpentine maneuvers on the sea with white smoke dragging behind it. They pushed the joysticks while screaming, and dived down one after another against the howling wind during the dive bombing!

Even among these dive bomber pilots who were also blood-thirsty, there were quite a few who didn't even think about returning alive, and even pushed the throttle to the bottom! Transformed into the British Kamikaze, they had completely ignored their own lives, stared at the Zeppelin aircraft carrier with red eyes, and crashed directly into the direction they judged to be the most threatening!

In an instant, he turned into a cherry blossom suicide plane, ready to die together with Zeppelin.

"Charge! To avenge our fallen comrades in the Royal Navy!"

"Go to hell! Evil spirit!"

"Brothers! Charge!"

"It's dark, load up! Long live the British Empire!"

The dive bombers, which were originally flying in a straight line at a speed of only 300 kilometers per hour at high altitude, lowered their heads and, with madness and determination, accelerated directly to a speed of 500 to 600 kilometers per hour, which was no less than that of fighter jets with the help of the earth's gravity!

Although the anti-aircraft gunners on the three battleships Bismarck, Tirpitz, and Prinz Eugen, as well as the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, fired desperately with nervous and even fearful eyes, they were unable to stop the bomber from accelerating in its dive...

"Zeppelin, be careful!" Bismarck's terrified voice rang out from space.

This was a rare occasion when Zeppelin heard Bismarck speak in such a tone.

She looked back and saw that scene, but she had almost no time to react before a series of bullets pierced the side of her canopy!

One after another, 454-kg penetrating bombs and one after another SBD dive bombers that chose the ramming tactic, smashed down on the Zeppelin, which was dodging left and right but had no way to escape, in the eyes of the equally bloodthirsty British pilots with deep hatred!

"Damn it... turn the rudder! Full right!"

The steering wheel in Bangtai's hand turned like a gyroscope, and under his control, the Zeppelin aircraft carrier drew an almost perfect S-shaped arc. If it was a steering test, it would definitely be a full score.

Under the cover of the smoke screen, which was only slightly better than nothing for the dive bombers, they tried their best to avoid this attack.

The first bomb was avoided by the sharp S-shaped turn, and the second bomb fell into the sea close to the side of the ship - the explosion of the near-miss bomb cracked several parts of the side of the ship. The third and fourth bombs that followed were also missed one after another due to the interception of surrounding anti-aircraft fire.

But there was no time to catch their breath. The fifth, sixth, and seventh planes dived straight down overhead! Behind them, the eighth, ninth, tenth, and eleventh planes had already broken through the anti-aircraft fire network and started diving on the 4,000-meter-high attack route!

Listening to the reports from the air observers on the top of the bridge, Bangtai was suddenly shocked!

"Ride hard left now! Damage control team, get ready to rescue immediately!"

With the resistance and steering torque brought by the steering of the servo, the aircraft carrier's heading, speed and centrifugal force inclination changed again.

However, the aircraft carrier, with its high center of gravity and inflexible turning ability, could no longer avoid this round of attack!

Before the sailors on the hull could stabilize themselves on the hastily turned aircraft carrier, a heavy 45-pound aerial bomb hit the front elevator of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier! A huge fireball suddenly burst out from the flight deck, accompanied by a loud bang, and a huge hole was torn in the mm Krupp WsH high-strength homogeneous armor around the elevator. The tens of tons of front elevator was even blown up!

"Damn the British... Damage Control!"

The bulletproof glass in the armored command tower was shattered everywhere. Bangtai, whose face was red from the blazing fire outside the window, gritted his teeth. While calling the damage control team, he continued to steer the steering wheel to evade.

The aircraft carrier, trailing thick smoke, stubbornly continued to turn left, and two bombs fell into the right side of the aircraft carrier along with the wreckage of a downed SBD dive bomber.

But... there are still four dive bombers in the sky!

"Damn evil spirit! Go back to hell! That's where you should be!"

Four bombs whizzed down, and two dive bombers with their flaps and speed brakes retracted, smashed madly towards the wide hull of the Zeppelin!

Although Bonte tried his best to command the Zeppelin aircraft carrier to dodge two bombs, and a Great Britain Kamikaze was torn into pieces by the furious Tirpitz in the angry anti-aircraft fire net of the three evil sisters around the Zeppelin, but in the desperate eyes of Bismarck, Tirpitz, Prince Eugen and Bonte himself, the flight deck next to the bridge of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier and the three 105mm anti-aircraft guns behind the bridge were hit by two bombs respectively!

The three anti-aircraft guns were blown into pieces and flew into the sky along with their gunners!

And this is not the most serious loss. The most serious one is the bomb next to the bridge!

It was a 1000-pound armor-piercing shell—

The armor-piercing projectile with a delayed fuse penetrated the 20mm WsH armor steel and the double-layer hangar, and then exploded in the floor of the lower hangar!

Along with violent vibrations, a few wisps of flames and thick smoke suddenly spewed out of the chimney of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, and its speed slowed down on the spot!

"Oh no! Something must have happened to the power unit! And the flight deck... Damage Control Team! Repair it immediately! And fix my flight armor..."

There were damages and cracks everywhere. Bangtai called for the damage control team again and again, but it was obvious that the damage control team could not have so many people. Now all the crew members who were not on the ground were involved in the rescue, trying their best to save the aircraft carrier.

Bangtai, who had been paying attention to the damage to the aircraft carrier under him, roughly determined the location of the damage when the battleship suddenly slowed down. Before he could stand firm from the violent vibration of the battleship, he quickly turned on the microphone at hand and was about to speak.

but……

An SBD Dauntless that had dropped bombs retracted its flaps and speed brakes, ignoring the fact that its fuselage was already badly damaged in the fierce anti-aircraft fire. Determined to transform into Great Britain's kamikaze to defend the British Isles, the pilot completely ignored the wailing and trembling of the fuselage at a speed far exceeding the prescribed speed of 650 kilometers, and dived straight towards the bridge of the Zeppelin, dragging thick smoke!

Six hundred and fifty kilometers per hour.

Although the Zeppelin's bridge and command tower also have 150mm armor, it is designed to defend against shelling from the side. As for attacks coming from overhead, its defense effect is naturally imaginable...

Before they could finish shouting "Fix the flight deck", the Zeppelin aircraft carrier's bridge command post was engulfed in flames as the dive bombers struck hard...

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Zeppelin, who was fighting hard in the sky, suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body...

First, her shoulder hurt, and then her legs and chest suddenly hurt! Before she could check her body, she suddenly felt a hard blow on the back of her head, and suddenly there were stars in front of her eyes.

Besides this, she suddenly felt panic in her heart.

Something happened to my own body!

With a quick glance of his mind, Zeppelin was horrified to see that his body had been injured and slowed down, spinning on the sea like a headless fly!

What made her even more panicked and angry was that Bangtai was lying on the side of the steering gear, covered in blood and unconscious, and was being bandaged and rescued by several medical soldiers...

"Bontae?!"

The Edelweiss fighter, which was fighting with several British fighters, suddenly shook, the maneuverability of the fuselage suddenly stagnated, and a strange and incredible loophole appeared.

A British fighter following behind her was overjoyed! The pilot pressed a button, and a round of 20mm Hispano cannon fire shot off the tail rudder of the Edelweiss fighter in front of him!

Although the tail rudder is only a part of the vertical tail of the fighter, and the general operation of the fighter does not require the use of the tail rudder, the stability of the aircraft will be greatly affected if the tail rudder is lost, and operations such as oblique flight and spiral climb will no longer be possible...

"Hit! I hit the Edelweiss Witch!"

"George, well done! Brothers, go ahead! Kill the Edelweiss Witch and have chicken tonight!" The British pilots were overjoyed.

"Instructor! What's wrong with you? Are you okay?!"

Seeing that their instructor, who they thought was invincible, was also injured, several German fighter planes that were following Zeppelin and were also fighting hard were horrified!

"It's okay! Keep attacking! Hit them hard! Hit their last batch of bombers!"

The grinning Zeppelin's voice no longer had the coldness or fighting enthusiasm of the past, but was now filled with anxiety and anger.

As if the evil witch from hell pulled the joystick inward fiercely, relying on the coordination between the elevator and the roll aileron, even though the stability of the injured war eagle was greatly reduced, it could still pull out a barrel roll. Although this alone could not completely get rid of the British fighter behind him, as long as he followed him, that was enough!

The British fighter plane, confident of its performance advantage, followed triumphantly, but what it saw was the Edelweiss Witch, who was fighting desperately, suddenly sinking its nose and disappearing under its nose.

"Tsk, a negative-G escape? You've really run out of tricks! I won't follow you, I'll just pull up and turn around, and see what you can do!"

Seeing Zeppelin preparing to evade, the British pilot planned to pull up and circle to search for the target again according to his combat experience. As soon as he pulled the joystick, he heard his captain suddenly say in the headset: "George! Watch out for what's above you!"

George's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to look up, he suddenly felt the fuselage shake, and then his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness...

"Damn it! How could I have forgotten that the strongest point of the Edelweiss Witch is the coordination between the fighter planes under her command..." The British captain was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet when he saw George's canopy was directly blown up by another FW-190 that dived vertically.

At the same time, a voice that was usually smiling but now serious came from Zeppelin's radio: "Instructor, I shot down the plane behind you! But... Instructor, what happened to you just now? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine... Thank you, Buckhorn!" He seemed to have regained some calmness in the conversation with his own people, but Zeppelin, who was holding his chest, had even more anger in his eyes: "Everyone, gather the lines! They only have one last wave of torpedo planes left! We must stop this wave!"

"understand!"

Replies came from the last few remaining fighter planes - Barkhorn, Rudolf, Marseille, Grislavsky, Graf, and even Rudel, who was a dive bomber pilot but also flew a fighter plane to make up the numbers among the twelve FW-190 fighter planes that took off to reinforce...

The battle in the sky was extremely brutal. Previously, all of his 109 fighter planes were dispatched, but now, including himself, there were only the last four BF-190s and FW-s left...

Although the British fighters in the sky also suffered heavy losses after 20 minutes of air combat, some fighters that had run out of fuel had begun to gradually withdraw from the battlefield - even many of them had been seriously damaged and might not be able to fly back to their aircraft carriers more than 200 kilometers away.

but……

Shaking his head, Qiberin didn't dare to think any further!

Moreover, there was no time to think any more - just when his main body was suffering heavy losses in front of those dozen dive bombers, the last wave of British attack aircraft - sixteen torpedo planes, had already surrounded the position of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, which had lost its combat effectiveness, from both sides...

Great German Cross

As for what the Gross-German Cross is, I can only use a series of pictures to explain it.

Chapter 691: My Body, Your Barrier

Although it is summer now, the sea breeze in the northern part of the North Atlantic still gives people a cool feeling. With the bright sun hanging high in the blue sky, the warm sunshine, the cool sea breeze and the suitable temperature are definitely a refreshing enjoyment.

However, the fleet on the sea that is being chased and fleeing in panic doesn't think so...

This place is only a thousand kilometers away from the British mainland, and the British patrol planes that take off from the Northern Ireland base, which is even closer to this sea area, can already cover the safety of this sea area. No matter how rampant the German submarines are, they have to retreat in the face of the radar search, sonar buoys, Leigh searchlights and depth charges of the anti-submarine patrol aircraft.

The escort team, which had been moving around in the Atlantic Ocean for more than half a month, finally entered the safe sea area without any danger under the eyes of the Atlantic Sea Wolves who were frantically searching for transport ships. The commander of the escort team just wanted to say that he could finally take a breath, when he saw a large group of carrier-based aircraft with iron crosses painted on their wings flying in the north...

After finally waiting for the air raid to be over, the transport fleet, which had suffered heavy losses, had no time to regroup. After an observer on a ship shouted in fear, all the people could only watch in amazement as three large battleships circled to their northeast and rushed towards the nearest route back to Britain, with the intention of cutting off their return route!

Moreover, these warships flying the German naval flag were roaring at these poor transport ships and frigates with their terrifying cannons as they galloped...

"Hurry up! If we get to the east, we can cut off their way back home... If this transport fleet dies in my hands, the British will lose at least 200,000 tons of tonnage! Then let's see who dares to say that I'm a fool and can't fight! Guys, fight! Fight hard! Hahahaha!"

With Kumets' usual smugness and complacency, the few frigates were soon torn to pieces by the roar of the battleships' guns. After the frigates were eliminated as a prelude, a battleship massacre of transport ships officially began...

However, just as Kumets was standing on the bridge, punching the nursing home and kicking the kindergarten with "high spirits", showing off his "martial arts bravery", a shout from the signalman suddenly interrupted Kumets's fantasy of a long-lasting military fortune...

"Report to the General! The Marshal is sending an urgent message!"

"Tsk, what a bummer..." Muttering a complaint, Kumets, who had just come back to his original form from YY, snatched the telegram from the signalman's hand. He glared at the signalman with some dissatisfaction for daring to disturb his daydreaming, making the signalman look puzzled.

(Signalman: There's a telegram coming from above. Don't stare at me if you can't daydream...)

"Go down, go down!" Kumets waved his hand holding the telegram impatiently and drove the signalman out.

Then he opened the telegram in his hand and saw that it was a telegram telling him that Lütjens had been ambushed in the Azores and that he should roll up his sleeves and work hard in the North Atlantic to attract the British Royal Navy to come back for help, and the bigger the trouble, the better.

Moreover, the Marshal also suggested in the telegram that he should lead the fleet to attack in the southeast direction, enter the Bay of Biscay, cut off the return route of the British and American fleet, and force them to return.

"Tsk, it turns out that now we have to plan for the future. Even the marshal has to consider covering for this guy Lütjens..."

When Kumets thought of this guy Lütjens, he felt a little unbalanced - especially the Prinz Eugen of his own fleet, which would rather reject the new captain appointed by the navy and elope with Top to Lütjens...

Well, I have a deep understanding of Marshal Reder's feeling of forgiving his hat...

"Lütjens has finally met his end... But should I go and save him..."

After looking at the telegram in his hand that contained a heavy military order, and thinking about how the Field Marshal seemed unhappy but still wanted to protect Lütjens, Kumets felt extremely angry and confused.

Although he was an admiral, he knew that for the sake of the overall situation, he still had to rescue Lütjens, even though the Marshal was actually as conflicted as he was...

"F*ck, that bastard Lütjens... Never mind, I'll destroy this transport team first, and then think of other ways..."

He thought again and again, gnashed his teeth, and snorted for a long time. He finally suppressed the annoying chlorine gas that suddenly came out of his chest. Cursing, Kumets turned around and looked at his chief of staff:

"Which way is the British convoy heading now?"

"General, their escort team has now been dispersed and is fleeing to the southeast... General, now is a great opportunity to annihilate their escort team! Should we give chase?!"

"Wait? To the east and southeast?!"

Kumets suddenly felt a headache!

Theoretically, the escort team's shortest route home is the east, but he has already cut into the northeast of the escort team. Escaping to the east would mean sending them into the muzzle of his guns, so it is easy to understand why the escort team fled to the southeast.

but……

If they were to rescue Lütjens, they would have to head southeast, so wouldn't that mean...? !