Bismarck

The others - Top, Zeppelin, and even Bismarck - all looked at Lütjens who was sitting in the main seat.

After all, he is the commander of this fleet.

"Hmm..." However, after just a brief thought, the always cautious - or to put it bluntly, cowardly Lütjens quickly made up his mind: "Lindemann, we'll gamble with you this time. Anyway, we have nothing to be afraid of now..."

What does it mean to risk one's life in order to survive? If there were any other options, Lütjens would definitely not do so.

But once he made the decision, he knew he had no choice but to do it.

This is their situation now.

“Hehehehe…” Lindeman touched the back of his head and smiled with a pointed face.

"Yeah, Lindemann, this time it depends on whether your judgment is correct!" Hearing that the commander had also made up his mind to fight, Top stood up, walked to Lindemann's side, and slapped Lindemann on the shoulder! "If we lose the bet on our lives, you will be beaten on the road when we go down!"

"Then I won't have any problems either - if I'm lucky, I still have 24 planes left, which should be enough to hold off Cricket's entire airport, right?" Zeppelin smiled and stood up, his eyes full of eagerness. After all, everyone knew that Zeppelin, who looked cold and arrogant, was actually a battle maniac - after all, the Edelweiss Witch's 320-plus kills were not in vain.

"Well, let's do this!" Lütjens finally nodded slightly and looked at his secretary cat: "By the way, Bismarck, you said before that the sailors were a little unstable... Well, go and help me write a draft of the mobilization order. When the assault begins, I want it to be broadcast to the entire fleet!"

"Yes! Okay!!" The secretary cat who graduated from the "Foreign Languages ​​Department (Chinese) of Berlin University" nodded obediently - after all, she studied liberal arts even before she traveled through time, and she had been stained with the blood of soldiers after years of fighting, so she still had some knowledge.

Besides, if that doesn’t work, there are still some works I’ve seen in my “previous life”.

I have memorized 300 Tang poems by heart, and can recite them even if I can’t write them. Could this little thing be difficult for a young man of the 21st century like me?

After taking on the task, Bismarck immediately ran back to his room and began writing furiously.

While writing, I feel fortunate that although I am now becoming more and more like a science student, my writing skills have not declined.

She bit the tip of the pen and moved her hands quickly.

So, a few hours later...

Bismarck excitedly stuffed a piece of paper into Lütjens' hand with a smug look on his face.

"The crew will definitely be encouraged after hearing this!" She looked at the captain expectantly.

"…The rise and fall of the empire depends on this battle. I hope you will fight bravely???" Looking at the draft in his hand and the silly-smiling secretary cat in front of him, Lütjens instinctively felt that something was wrong...

"It's written with great vigor. Why... it feels a bit like the brainless Showa era in Japan..."

ps: I recommend a racing novel, [Urban Mustang-stars], although it doesn’t have many hits, it feels very informative…

Chapter 707: Mobilization

In the gradually darkening night, the four huge ships slowly turned their bows and began to sail southwest towards the Bermuda Islands.

At the same time as the shipgirls turned, their boilers and steam turbines also began to operate at full capacity. The last remaining heavy oil fuel, which was originally extremely sticky, was completely melted under the heating of the heater, and was immediately pumped into the boiler by the high-power fuel pump, and then sprayed into the combustion chamber, turning into a blazing flame to heat the high-purity boiler fresh water into high-temperature and high-pressure steam at nearly 500 degrees. In the end, this high-pressure steam will be turned into shaft power on the impeller of the steam turbine, driving the warship at the highest speed it can now reach, and began a nearly desperate charge towards the predetermined target...

Such an obvious acceleration and turn, not to mention the nearly 10,000 officers and soldiers who lived on the warship and spent every day with it, even the officers and soldiers of the former Socotra Island Garrison who boarded the ship halfway, and even the submarine soldiers who were rescued, all felt that the originally cold and warm warship under their feet began to roar that the battle was about to come!

"This...are they preparing to take action?"

"This is the full left rudder. It looks like it's heading southwest..."

The sailors looked at each other and whispered.

"Don't talk nonsense! If there is action from above, we must pay more attention to discipline!" Seeing the sailors talking, the officers immediately began to suppress the whispers out of their own accusations - although the officers themselves were also full of doubts. It was just based on their duties as officers that they did not dare to show it in front of the sailors.

"What do the Captain and the Commander plan to do this time?"

Whether it was the officers who suppressed the whispering or the soldiers who were suppressed because of whispering, each of them was full of doubts in their hearts.

Fortunately, everyone is an old friend of this fleet. Under the leadership of Commander Lütjens, the sailors who have fought side by side with the warships for many years, although they have some doubts and some may even be a little panic, everyone can stick to their positions because they believe that their own warships and their own commanders can lead everyone to create miracles again!

The captains and commanders did not let everyone continue to wait with questions. Soon, the internal broadcasting systems on the four warships suddenly sounded! The sailors and even officers who were originally whispering in various corners suddenly became quiet when they heard the sound test of the broadcasting system. Everyone was holding their breath and waiting for their commanders to give everyone a

After a rustling sound test attracted the attention of all officers and soldiers, a calm and serious middle-aged male voice soon came out from the speakers scattered all over the four warships:

"Soldiers on the warships! Comrades who have been through life and death together! This is the headquarters of the Eastern Expeditionary Fleet. I am Gunther Lütjens, your commander..."

"…The supply operation in the Azores Islands failed, and everyone has personally experienced that brutal battle… At present, many people may be worried about the current situation of our fleet, and as the fleet commander, I do have the obligation to let everyone know our true situation…"

When Lütjens said this on the radio, everyone on the scene was almost bursting with surprise, confusion, even panic and frustration. The four ship girls standing next to Lütjens, who were closely monitoring the movements of the officers and soldiers on the four warships according to the division of labor agreed in advance, also changed their faces when they saw this scene.

This is too horrible.

But before the doubts and panic below could completely erupt, the voice on the radio suddenly rose octaves!

"Soldiers! Our situation is extremely dire, so we only have one way to go, which is to keep moving forward! Only by defeating the enemy can we have a chance of survival!"

The sound that was octave higher could even be described as a deafening shout, and the chaos that was about to break out was instantly suppressed by the even louder volume from the loudspeaker!

The sailors, overwhelmed by the sound of the broadcast, were unable to speak a word and could not help but look at each other in bewilderment.

While the sailors were somewhat stunned, the speech on the loudspeaker continued. In fact, the volume of the broadcast seemed to be three times louder than before...

"Comrades, our situation is indeed quite difficult! Except for the ammunition of the main guns and secondary guns, which are still sufficient, the ammunition of the 105 and 37 anti-aircraft guns has been consumed by nearly half, and the entire fleet has less than 50 anti-aircraft shells. There are only planes left, and the fleet does not have much fuel..."

"But! We must go back! We must return to the embrace of our German motherland! And now we have at least one last chance to fight for it!"

Lütjens' speech on the radio was like a string of cannonballs, and under the dual influence of the noise of the radio and Lütjens' prestige, the sailors finally suppressed their doubts and anxieties and stood in their positions, listening quietly.

"In fact, there is no need to worry, because Britain and the United States have long been scared of us! Do you remember what we did at the Cape of Good Hope Fortress half a month ago? We rushed in and smashed their entire fortress, killed their garrison commander, and towed away two oil tankers in front of them! So, now, they are the ones who are afraid of us!"

After hearing the speech of their captain, Persian Cat saw that the sailors who were originally a little restless had now calmed down and seemed to have fallen into a deep thought.

Although this was actually an impromptu speech by the captain himself...his Showa speech was not even good enough...

Bismarck stood aside, feeling a little embarrassed as he watched his captain speak without a script...

The captain's voice, full of rhythm and fighting spirit, continued on the loudspeaker:

"Although our supply operation was put on the defensive because of their last ambush - but who are we? We are the Eastern Expeditionary Fleet of the Greater German War Navy! We are the ones who broke through Gibraltar.

, captured El Alamein, killed Somerville in the Indian Ocean, and even seized the Cape of Good Hope Fortress alive, the invincible Eastern Expeditionary Fleet! "

"In the past few years, I have worked with you all to defeat the once arrogant British Royal Navy, which once dominated our navy, with one victory after another. Now they have no choice but to beg the Americans for reinforcements. In their minds, our fleet is the devil's fleet. When they talk about us, they even have to draw a cross in their hands to pray for God's blessing!"

"I've heard a joke that goes like this, our 'evil spirit fleet' can now be used in Britain to cure children's night cries!" Having said this, Lütjens even had the mood to pause for a moment, and in Bismarck's eyes, some of the sailors who had begun to listen attentively couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Look, they are so scared of us. So, we don't need to be afraid of anything!" The captain, who had just started his speech, said this with a hint of disdain in his usual calm tone: "Besides, although we are in trouble now due to their ambush, aren't they also afraid that we will continue to seize their fuel?! Otherwise, they wouldn't have stopped all the escort teams and concentrated the fleet on the east coast of the North American continent to guard against us!"

The sailors below were completely attracted by the speech. They looked eagerly in the direction of the loudspeaker and listened attentively with their ears pricked up. Seeing this, Bismarck finally felt relieved. He looked around and saw that Zeppelin, Tizi, Eugen and the others had similar expressions and seemed to be talking to Lindemann and Top. Seeing this, Secretary Cat couldn't help but smile.

It seems that the sailors' emotions and morale have now stabilized!

On the radio over there, the speech was still going on, and the captain's speech was completely smooth and he struck while the iron was hot...

"…Because they are afraid of us, they have deployed heavy troops to defend the coastline of North America - but! In this way, there is still a place where they cannot effectively defend!"

"The Bermuda Islands are a British colony for three hundred years, and they even gave it the nickname 'Gibraltar of the West'. The problem is that it is more than nine hundred kilometers, nearly a thousand kilometers, away from the North American continent, which means their reinforcement fleet can't come that quickly!"

"It is impossible for planes to fly over for reinforcements - and if their reinforcement fleet and planes cannot come... you know, our Eastern Expeditionary Fleet has even come to the real Gibraltar Fortress. How could they be afraid of these small broken volcanic islands? Do the British really think that calling themselves the 'Gibraltar of the Atlantic' can really be compared with the Gibraltar Fortress?!"

As Lütjens' voice rang out from the loudspeaker, the sailors burst into laughter again. Bismarck, seeing the morale was good, was excited and even raised a fist with one hand and made a V sign with the other.

Seeing the body language of his secretary cat, Lütjens relaxed a little.

It would be nice if the sailors responded well. After all, as a general who had experienced the defeat of Jutland and the Second Empire and fought his way out of the raging waves of the Atlantic Ocean, Lütjens knew deeply that the so-called desperate situation was actually largely because his subordinates had completely lost their will and confidence!

But now, there is no need to worry about this anymore.

"Let me tell you a story from the Far East."

Lütjens said that he had heard this from Bismarck, and since he was a student of Chinese, he did not think much about it.

"In ancient China, there was a general named Xiang Yu who led an army of only 30,000 soldiers to attack an army of 400,000 soldiers for the sake of his country... This story is called "burning the boats and breaking the cauldrons" - I won't say more! Now we are about to turn to this 'Gibraltar of the Atlantic' - we are expected to arrive at the Bermuda Garrison at 2 pm tomorrow afternoon. By then, it is time for us to unite as one! The key to whether we can return home lies in this battle!"

"Should we die like a salted fish on the beach of Bermuda, or should we fight with all our might and burn our boats to break through this so-called 'Gibraltar of the Atlantic' and grab the fuel! Break through the siege! Return to our motherland Germany! It all depends on tomorrow's decisive battle!!"

"We only have one night and one morning left. Those who are not on duty should take a good rest, and those who are on duty should make good preparations for the battle. Tomorrow, let us face our future together!"

The captain's last words were powerful! And what Bismarck saw was that the nearly 10,000 officers and soldiers on the four warships - whether they were sailors, pilots, rescued submarine soldiers, or staff of the Socotra Island Garrison and the Marines... were all jubilant.

However, Bismarck also knew that for a battle, simply boosting the morale of the soldiers was just the beginning.

After all, combat is a serious matter, so the captain will be assigning tasks soon, right?

Sure enough, the captain who had turned off the radio microphone had stood up, turned around, and said to Lindemann, Top, himself, and several other sisters with a serious face: "Now, it's time for us commanders to arrange the specific plan of the combat operation!"

"Dönitz's submarines have been wreaking havoc here for a full six months. There will be no shortage of reconnaissance and patrol planes in Bermuda. Zeppelin, your mission is the most important! First, the night flight planes should be equipped with radars and ready. We must not let their night flight reconnaissance planes discover us in advance tonight!"

"Secondly, you have to go for reconnaissance in person early tomorrow morning! You must find out the specific defense deployment of Bermuda! Also, it is your mission to suppress the Bermuda airport... Maintain the aircraft well, arrange pilots to take turns, and have spare parts and even spare engines in place! As long as there is no fierce air combat that will damage the engine, you must make sure that the planes continue to operate even if the pilots rest!"

"Zeppelin understands!" When Zeppelin, dressed in white and cold and proud, heard the commander call his name first, his face immediately became serious. After listening to the task assigned by Lütjens, he responded with a standard standing at attention and a crisp military salute: "I guarantee to complete the task!"

Lütjens nodded, returned the salute to the Edelweiss Witch, and turned to look at Top and Eugen:

"Top, Eugen, I will arrange a rotation of guards later. The Prinz Eugen has a shallow draft, a moderately powerful main gun, and a fast speed. We will give you all the boats and marines then, and you will be in charge of Bismarck and Tirpitz's fire suppression turrets to seize their possible fuel storage areas! In addition, you must be more careful about this kind of thing. Be careful of their mines, and remember to clear their anti-infantry obstacles, minefields, and bunkers before landing. In addition, I will let Zeppelin give you most of her remaining fire-extinguishing foam, so you can be prepared for them to blow up the oil depot in desperation!"

Knowing that this was a critical moment concerning the survival of the entire fleet, everyone on the ship stood at attention and saluted without hesitation: "Top (Eugen) understands! We will complete the assault mission even if we have to do our best!"

"Pay attention to your own safety as well." Lütjens also returned the salute and instructed the next pair: "Lindemann, Grapes, they should have submarine cables in Bermuda, and their communication direction is not the same as our fleet, so I don't know if your electronic suppression can suppress their communication..." At this point, the captain also paused for a moment, but still said: "We may not be able to do anything about wired communications, but their wireless communications and radar systems must be suppressed! Especially Grapes, you must keep an eye on the radio channel! Got it?"

"I promise to complete the mission!" Lindemann had long since put away his cynical expression, and saluted with a serious face - and immediately turned his head slightly after saying it, as if he was still a little worried about his lazy and cute pet rat. But Lindemann didn't need to remind him, a certain "Queen of the North who is no longer alone" who only wanted to return home had already stood beside Lindemann with a cold face, stood at attention and saluted like Lindemann, and responded in a military posture: "Commander, Tirpitz promises to complete the mission!"

Although, Lindeman was a little surprised by Grape’s initiative...

In the Wifi, Grapes also said seriously that they wanted to protect everyone.

Seeing that Grape, who was usually the most lazy and gluttonous, was also active and serious this time, the captains looked at each other with smiles in their eyes. And the sisters in the WIFI had now gathered together...

However, Bismarck was not paying attention to the scene in the WIFI. Her captain, Admiral Gunther Lütjens, commander of the Eastern Expeditionary Fleet of the Greater German War Navy, was also looking at his warship.

"Bismarck..." Lütjens was also silent, but still raised his hand: "I won't say more. As the flagship, our mission tomorrow is to rush to the front - do you understand?"

Although his mouth was full of serious military orders, Bismarck, who was in tune with the captain, saw a hint of tenderness in the captain's resolute eyes...

Having been with him through life and death for many years, she understood this very well. Bismarck, with a look of determination and tenderness in his eyes, stood at attention, saluted in a standard manner, and replied in a crisp and clear voice:

"Fleet flagship, battleship Bismarck, understood!"

Following Bismarck's answer, under the vast night sky of the calm Sargasso Sea, the four warships accelerated to full speed in the southwest direction on this quiet Atlantic Ocean, sailing towards the depths of the night.

The future that is about to be faced is just ahead...

ps: Watching it with the BGM Yin Yang Za's Silk Bride may have miraculous effects.

Chapter 708: Missile Bomber

The Atlantic sky was vast with stars in the second half of the night, and under this night sky, the Bermuda Airport had begun to take off night patrol planes one after another.

For the British and American commanders who now form a coalition and jointly stationed in Bermuda, the brain is very big...

Since the United States entered the war, German submarines have been running rampant along the east coast of the United States and Canada. In order to intercept Germany's "evil fleet", the escort in the North Atlantic has been suspended, and a large number of troops have been piled up in the waters between Quincy Bay in Boston and Halifax. On our side, the task of searching for submarines within a radius of 1000 kilometers from Bermuda to the coast of the United States has become even heavier for our patrol aircraft.

Moreover, what we are searching for now is not just submarines!

According to notification from superiors, Lütjens' evil spirit fleet is lurking nearby - although their exact location is unclear, and the British and American joint fleet led by Admiral Tovey defeated this group of hateful evil spirits once a few days ago - but, this group of lingering evil spirits eventually disappeared into the vast ocean!

According to the joint analysis and judgment of the Admiralty and MI6, this evil fleet, which has run out of ammunition and support, may attack ports along the Canadian and Newfoundland lines in a last-ditch effort. However, even so, as an important island jointly garrisoned by Britain and the United States and the headquarters of the British West Atlantic Garrison, the British and American troops at the Cape of Good Hope Fortress still do not think they can relax a bit.

After all, although it is known as the "Gibraltar of the Atlantic" and is guarded by twenty-five fifteen-inch (381 mm) fortress guns, fourteen 9.2-inch (234 mm) fortress guns, and as many as forty-five six-inch (152 mm) coastal defense guns, it is also an isolated stronghold outside the American continent.

The Evil Spirit Fleet's glorious military exploits are too terrifying, and there are records of them escaping desperate situations many times. Even the real Gibraltar Fortress was breached once. Therefore, the British and American commanders here dare not be careless at any time.

However, the current situation is very embarrassing. The once invincible British Royal Navy has been chopped into pieces by the evil fleet. What about the United States? It has abundant resources and strong production capacity, but since it took the initiative to join the war, although the government and the chaebols have been very active in war profits, the anti-war forces at the bottom of society are strong. Until now, the production capacity has not been fully utilized, let alone the transition to a wartime economy. If the national industry cannot be switched to a wartime economy, there is no way to guarantee the number of reconnaissance aircraft in frontline bases like Bermuda.

For example, the U.S. Navy has always envied the Air Force's B-24 Liberator bomber. However, the current B-24 production capacity is far from meeting the Air Force's own needs. Where can they get the planes to be converted into PB4Y privateer long-range reconnaissance aircraft for the Navy?

Although Bermuda has a regular large airport and a seaplane base, the British and American commanders felt a little sad when they saw the airport become empty after a few PBY Catalinas and PV-1 Venturas flew into the night sky.

"Sixteen planes are needed to survey the entire 180-degree fan-shaped area from northwest to southeast covering an area of ​​1000 kilometers. I always feel that this troop density is not enough..." The British commander shook his head in frustration. For some reason, he was always a little worried.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Be optimistic. Sixteen planes searching at a 180-degree reconnaissance density is enough." The American general with a strong cowboy vibe next to him was very open-minded and comforted his British counterpart with an optimistic face.

"Just think about it. 16 planes can conduct 180-degree reconnaissance within 500 kilometers, which can absolutely guarantee no gaps in reconnaissance! Even if they want to conduct reconnaissance for 1000 kilometers, they only need to search less than 200 kilometers at the end of the route. Then they can just move horizontally. Now the airborne radars of our two countries can search a radius of 2500 kilometers at an altitude of 50 meters. In addition, there are passive signal receivers. As long as those guys fly strictly according to the reconnaissance schedule, there will be basically no omissions!"

As he spoke, the American general patted the British officer on the shoulder optimistically and dragged him back:

"Come on, buddy, stop looking so sad. It's time to go back to the Joint Command for duty. Besides, I have good news for you. The first batch of pre-production models of the MK7 'Bat' anti-ship missiles that we jointly developed with you have arrived. When the time comes, when you see the performance and power of that thing, you will know that those evil spirits will be in trouble from now on..."

As the American general was speaking, he dragged the British general away on the other side.

As the two Allied generals walked into the command post, the Bermuda airport under the vast night sky returned to silence...

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At ten o'clock in the morning on June 9th, the sun was shining brightly over the North Atlantic.

The BF-109 fighter plane painted with edelweiss flew back from the southwest of the fleet and landed neatly on the flight deck. Before the ground crew could come over, Zeppelin opened the cockpit and jumped down with an aerial camera. Not long after, she appeared in the combat command center of the Bismarck, right in front of Lütjens, Bismarck, Lindemann, Top and others, marking and drawing on a Bermuda chart.

(The BF-109 fighter can also serve as a tactical reconnaissance aircraft, with the camera hanging on the front windshield)