Bismarck

"Um...how do you know that we hit it?" Someone was puzzled: "The turret on the other side is more than 30 kilometers away from us, and we can't see it at all (because of the obstruction of the earth's curvature)..."

"Stupid! The secondary artillery position can hear the gunner in the fire control command post talking!" A man rolled his eyes in disdain. An old soldier with a stubble on his face, who was standing firmly in front of the microphone, looked at the questioner with a look of contempt: "If the secondary artillery position passes the message to us, we will know... Wait! It seems that another artillery position has been destroyed!"

"Really?! That's great!"

The sailors were all very excited, and even the gunner's firing command post was filled with a joyful and funny atmosphere. After all, this was a one-sided fire suppression, and "they" provided guidance services. The entire artillery department, including the four squadrons of the four main turrets, now only had to operate and fire according to the rules!

One after another, the artillery batteries in the distance were detonated under the bombardment. Although the target below the horizon could not be seen directly, the current artillery command was actually directed by "the well-known 'them'" - as long as the target was destroyed, the artillery would "automatically" switch to the next target! The gunnery team was basically operating the entire Bismarck battleship like a fool in such an atmosphere, it was extremely easy!

Compared to their counterparts in America or Britain, these artillerymen felt that they were really too comfortable.

(In the fire scene, the Persian cat and hamster, who were struggling to push the heavy-duty high-pressure foam sprayer out of the pump station while switching between artillery fire, raised their heads at the same time and gnashed their teeth: "Fuck you!!")

Apart from……

"This won't work, the speed is still too slow..."

Wearing headphones, Lütjens looked at the forts disappearing one after another on the nautical chart, then looked at the wall clock, and after calculating the average time it took to destroy a fort, he shook his head in dissatisfaction...

Although there were guided shells, it still took several minutes to knock down a turret - there were thirteen 152mm coastal defense guns on the opposite side of the first line of defense, and another turret of the Tirpitz was destroyed... Considering that it was not enough to just bombard the turret, what was needed was to completely destroy the turret and make it impossible for the other side to simply repair it and revive it, and considering that the shells took more than 120 seconds to fly in the sky... Lütjens made a quick estimate and found that even with the girls' corrections, it would still take more than three minutes, that is, two to three consecutive rounds of bombardment, to ensure the complete destruction of a turret...

Even if we don't count that Tizi has already lost a main turret, it will take more than twenty minutes to deal with these dozen coastal defense guns!

Not to mention, behind these dozen 152mm coastal defense guns, at least ten kilometers away, is the core position of the Bermuda Fortress - even if Zeppelin can use the thing called "anti-ship missile" by its own Persian cat to destroy most of their heavy fortress artillery, there are still nearly fifty coastal defense guns left - and this does not take into account the threat of the Allied fleet that has not yet participated in the battle!

This time, I ordered the fleet to sail northwest by west. It was not a blind command. Although it would be far away from the entrance of the island group, it would expand the vision to the northwest as much as possible. Zeppelin reported that the location of the US fleet was west of the Bermuda Islands. If they wanted to join the war, they would only go this way.

However, until now, there has been no trace of the other party - this makes Lütjens feel a little uneasy...

"The longer time goes by, the worse it will be for me...but these guys...will they really become some kind of variable?"

A drop of sweat flowed down from the corner of his eye, and his irritated eyes felt a little uncomfortable. He reached out his hand to wipe the corner of his eye, and the veteran who had experienced many battles continued to think about the sea chart - it was obvious that the enemy commander had also predicted that he would be short of fuel, so he not only blew up the oil depot, but also moved the entire garrison fleet to the periphery. Judging from the situation, this fleet would never participate in the battle until they ran out of ammunition and support!

As for abandoning the fortress and chasing after this fleet... do I have that much fuel? !

It was already 4:20 in the afternoon, and the remaining fuel was only enough to fight until 6:00 in the evening. After this time, the fuel would run out and the combat effectiveness would be completely lost! If this group of American fleets kept cruising around the periphery of the battlefield, it would be a very serious threat.

Moreover... this Allied fleet is their last source of fuel... Just in this sense, they cannot be allowed to continue to be out of their control of the situation.

We have to lure them over, but not lure them over when we are at the most disadvantageous time... With this level of control, there is no room for error.

So, the only solution now is...

Indeed! This is the only way to do it now!

But before that, we have to find a way to take down the Bermuda Fortress as soon as possible!

Thinking of this, Lütjens looked back behind him again. The Prince Eugen, which had been blocked more than 381 kilometers away by the 234 and mm coastal artillery "anti-access/area deterrence" on the British fortress due to insufficient artillery range and power, was now desperately rushing to the range because of its insufficient range.

Especially since the British had placed their 381mm heavy artillery at the outermost positions of the front line, it would take at least 152: for Eugen to reach the shore artillery! Even so, the maximum range of Eugen's guided shells was only kilometers, which was comparable to the range of the mm shore artillery on the opposite side. In other words, if Eugen engaged in the artillery attack, he would be in great danger of getting hurt!

Although under the current circumstances, I have no choice but to harden my heart and bring up the cute twin-tailed bunny, but...

"Tsk... the lack of range is a fatal flaw..." Lütjens shook his head helplessly, but soon, Top's call request came through the headset:

"Commander, we still have at least a quarter of an hour before we can start the artillery battle. Eugen said she wanted to go to the oil depot to help Bismarck and Tirpitz rescue the oil. She told me that Bismarck and Tirpitz found a large fire-fighting pump station that had not been destroyed in the oil depot, and they are now preparing to put out the fire there..."

"Did they really find the fire pump station? And it's usable?!" Hearing Top's report coming from the headset of the close-range tactical channel, Lütjens was slightly stunned, and then even his usually expressionless face couldn't help but show some joy: "Okay! I agree that she should go there immediately... Wait! You want her to come to me before she goes. I have a plan that may not be safe on the radio. I'll tell her later and ask her to tell you in person..."

"understand!"

Chapter 718: Fire Fighting Sisters

The raging fire of over a thousand degrees rolled up billowing black smoke, and the outline of a tornado began to form in the sky above the fire scene; the rising air currents caused by the baking drew in the air from the direction of the sea with the unique salty and fishy smell of the sea breeze, which mixed with the disgusting and pungent smoke from the burning heavy oil, making it even more suffocating.

In this scorching and depressing fire scene, a dizzy Persian cat and an equally dizzy little hamster were dragging with some difficulty two mobile fire foam water cannon trucks painted in a dazzling bright red, with long water hoses and large iron cans, and were moving them towards the two large oil tanks that were burning fiercely behind the pumping station.

In the blinding red light of the fire, both of them now had a bit (@_@;) in their eyes - after all, one moment they were in front of the blinding flames of the fire scene, the next moment it was the artillery parameters of the firing director on the main body, and then the next moment it became the enemy's artillery position, and it switched several times in a minute!

This feeling is really a bit... dizzy... (@_@;)

Moreover, even though they were projections of large battleships with 15 horsepower of power, they still felt their bodies becoming a little soft after being baked in such a blazing fire for so long - the continuous baking at a high temperature of over a thousand degrees was enough to cause even the best armored steel in World War II to deteriorate or even soften.

"Ah, sister... this thing is so heavy..." The otaku mouse, who doesn't exercise often, has blurry eyes, a swollen head, and is almost roasted by the high temperature of the fire. She looks exhausted, sticks out her tongue and pulls at her collar, panting heavily: "It's so heavy, sister... Is this thing okay..."

"Let's try it first..." Bismarck was also very hot, and even took off his hat to fan himself constantly - although the sea breeze was attracted by the rising air currents from the fire, in such a high temperature environment, even the sea breeze was scorching hot...

He locked the wheels of the two foam water cannon trucks and aimed the water cannons at the oil tanks in the grease trap that were burning fiercely and almost collapsed. Bismarck gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Grape, turn on the tap!"

"Okay, okay..." The pouting little hamster grabbed the switch of a water pump with one hand and turned it hard.

A moment later, fresh water pumped from the deep wells in the ground continuously rushed out from the nozzles of the two water cannons, while a small amount of water was diverted into the foam tank. When the foam water mixed with the foam mixture burst out from the outlet of the foam tank, it was controlled by the merging valve and mixed with the fresh water dragon surging out of the main pipe. Under the control of Bismarck, it sprayed towards... Uh? Why did a pink-haired head suddenly stick out? !

Bismarck looked closely and found that it was a hamster who had stretched her head over and rubbed her head with soap! But the girl relied on her face made of KCNA armored steel, which was 320 mm thick, and washed her head comfortably. Before Bismarck could react, the girl shook her hair maliciously, splashing the foam everywhere, including her sister. Finally, she wiped her face, squinted her eyes, and smiled brightly:

"Wow... It feels so cool. I'm finally saved..." (/≡ω≡)

"Ti!l!bits!" The Persian cat, whose body was splashed with foam, got angry on the spot.

"Eh?!" The hamster, immersed in the coolness of shampoo, was startled back to his senses by a resentful scolding. He turned his head and saw the Persian cat, who was splashed with water by a hamster that was shaking its fur, holding a water cannon in one hand and looking at his hateful sister with a bad face.

"Hey...sister, I didn't mean it..." The hamster said.

"I know you didn't mean it, because you did it on purpose!" A cat-like spirit began to appear behind him, which was very scary for small rodents. The hamster, whose face turned pale with fear, pointed at his arm and began to beg for mercy: "Sister... my arm is injured... okay, okay, can you hit me a little more gently..."

The voice became quieter and quieter, and the head lowered. The Persian cat was getting more and more annoyed, but... she was actually a little reluctant to hit this little sister who would act cute when she made a mistake.

"This girl..."

But at this moment, a piece of iron from the Prinz Eugen heavy cruiser began to vibrate in Bismarck's pocket. Even this familiar vibration reminded Bismarck, who had traveled through time for many years and almost forgot her past life, of a mobile phone that she carried with her in her previous life.

It was not until Bismarck raised the piece of iron to her ear and almost said "who" to the patch that she remembered that the piece of iron in her hand was the "positioning coordinates" that Eugen wanted to get, not the mobile phone she carried in her bag in her previous life...

Under the gazes of Bismarck, who was in a complicated mood, and Tizi, who was looking at him with a look of arrogance, Eugen, who had twin ponytails like bunny ears, also jumped out from the position of the iron sheet:

"Sister Bismarck! Sister Grape! Just now... Wow! It's so hot in here!!"

As soon as the little rabbit came out, he was choked by the heat wave and pungent smoke. Before he could finish his words, he hurriedly grabbed Bismarck's clothes.

"Eugen, you're just in time!" He looked at the fire in the fire tank that was sprayed by the two water cannons and only slightly slowed down - although the water cannons that fired foam could isolate oxygen and produce a flame retardant effect, the fire area was too large and the fire was too fierce, so much water was evaporated by the high temperature air halfway through the flight! Although the two water cannons had good spraying capabilities, under such a fire, it was a bit difficult to just suppress the isolation pool around a burned oil tank.

Bismarck began to wonder whether she should add another water cannon... But just as she was thinking about how to rescue the oil faster, Eugen tugged at her sleeve:

"Sister Bismarck, Sister Tizi, the commander just gave us some instructions... This is probably it, asking us to be careful of their cruisers or something..."

"I understand. But if the captain determines that their cruisers are still outside and will not come over for the time being, we can continue to rescue the oil depot..." After listening to Eugen's words, Bismarck, who was facing another round of artillery fire, nodded and looked back at the little hamster standing aside, who thought he had escaped the disaster: "Grape, go and drag out another water cannon!"

Rat was dumbfounded: "...Ah?!"

The cat glared: "Huh?!"

Dala: “Woo…”

Eugen: (0_0;||)?!

-----(Girl putting out fire)----

"It's half past four... Radar soldier, haven't you spotted their fleet yet?"

"No, Commander... We haven't found them yet..."

"Really? It looks like they are also deliberately keeping a distance from us... Send an order, the fleet turns around! Turn southeast by south 160 degrees - we continue to attack their artillery! After we have destroyed the artillery, it won't be too late to deal with these American cruisers!"

"Yes!"

The Bismarck battleship began to turn around under the command of Lütjens, and Lindemann's Tirpitz battleship followed closely behind. At this moment, the artillery batteries on the front line of the Allied forces were now riddled with holes...

"Report... The German ship's firepower is too strong, we can't withstand it... (Boom!)... Number three! Number three! Number three gun position! What's wrong with you? Say something!!"

"…Forget it, stop shouting…those damn German sailors!"

"But... our 152 coastal defense guns don't have enough range! What should we do now?!"

"Don't ask me. I can't help you either... Forget it. Let's call the headquarters and ask for emergency combat guidance..."

"Report! It's bad! Their heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen is now 25 kilometers away and has started shelling us!"

"What? Why don't you fight back right now?!"

"Yes! (BOOM!!) Huh? Gun position?!"

Twenty-five kilometers away, on the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen, Top held onto a telescope and looked at the crumbling British front-line artillery with a sneer on his face:

"You're doing great. Now it's our turn to open fire! The commander said they have too many artillery batteries and he's afraid they won't be able to finish firing before the fuel runs out at six o'clock. Now it's our turn to go into action!"

The only problem is that when Eugen launches guided shells, its range is not much farther than those fortress guns.

In other words, it seems that you have to protect your own cruiser yourself.

Thinking of this, Top put down the periscope, walked silently to the helmsman, patted the helmsman on the shoulder, and took the steering wheel...

"Everyone, pay attention! I'm steering the ship myself now! Order the gunner to concentrate all manpower to ensure the main gun fires - he doesn't need to worry about the hit rate, just fire at full speed!"

As he spoke, he turned the rudder with his hand, and a shell flew past the bow of the Prinz Eugen with a sharp whistle. The first-line artillery positions of the British army on the shore had been destroyed, and the speed of the few 152mm coastal defense guns at this distance was not obviously higher than the speed of sound, and they also dragged long tracers. For a veteran captain like Top, who had experienced many battles, it was really certain that he could dodge this sparse and slow barrage of bullets...

The Prinz Eugen dodged a shell, and everyone on board was full of confidence in their captain, Top. Top was not idle either. He paid a little attention to the scattered water columns around him, then he smiled and turned on the microphone in front of the steering wheel and shouted:

"Brothers, their artillery fire density is not enough! Gunner, keep firing!"

"Understood! Captain, just watch!"

As the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen joined the bombardment, the British artillery, which had already lost sight of the other under the guided shells of the two battleships, suddenly felt like crying. Seeing that the British artillery on the front line had been completely suppressed by their own artillery fire, Lütjens still did not dare to relax, but he still felt a little relieved:

"Order, Bismarck and Tirpitz slow down to 234 knots to save fuel. Also, contact Zeppelin on the radio so I can ask her to assign the next wave of targets... We will deal with the four 186mm guns of the Hungry Bay Battery, and the remaining ten heavy guns of their naval base battery and Fortress Hill Battery will be dealt with by the GR- Wing..."

In fact, the entire fleet was completely convinced by this "anti-ship missile" that had only appeared for a day. After contacting the radio station to allocate firepower, Lütjens looked at the Bermuda Fortress on the other side, which was already in a mess with thick smoke, and began to think in his heart that when he got the fuel and returned to the country for a major modification, he should "give full play" to the guidance capabilities of his girls and completely missileize the entire fleet of ship girls...

"As long as there is control and guidance, if we can do anti-ship, can we also do air defense? Can we load the entire ship with anti-ship missiles, and then launch a saturation barrage with the Zeppelin fleet at any time? Can we... Emmmmmmm......"

"Come to think of it, if that's the case, maybe this thing could be a new round of naval warfare revolution..."

Lütjens, whose imagination was boundless, was no longer calm...

Just as the usually serious Lütjens could no longer control his imagination, the six FW-190s and four BF-109s with "missiles" hanging on the deck of the Zeppelin aircraft carrier were pushed onto the take-off line by the ground crew...

"Target - the heavy artillery positions of the British Naval Base Battery and the Fortress Hill Battery... GR-186 Wing, attack now!"

Ten minutes later, the British heavy artillery was...

-------at the same time--------

In the casualty cabin of the temporary field hospital on the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, Major General Friedrich Bonte, who was weak from surgery and had been in a coma for a long time, moved his fingers slightly and opened his eyes in confusion...

Looking at the familiar cabin layout on the warship he commanded, Bangtai, who had just woken up and was a little confused, thought about it and remembered where he was.

"Is this... the Zeppelin's... wartime hospital...?"

"I...seem...to have delayed...for too long..."

"Someone come here!" Bangtai, lying on the hospital bed, shouted, "Someone come here, report to me what the current situation is!"

(With pictures, thanks to the spoof by book friend "Captain Lutte of Ruffian Mai Drowned")

Chapter 719: Important Moment

The fierce battle is still going on, and the hands of time are moving slowly step by step...

A faint dusk had already drifted across the sea, and the setting sun made the blood-red color of the battlefield, which was already filled with smoke, even more dazzling. Wave after wave of guided bombs and rounds of artillery fire, with exploding fireballs, hit the speechless British positions directly.

Forts and artillery positions were destroyed one after another, and the Allied fortress defenders were extremely anxious...

"Fortress Hill! Fortress Hill! Talk back! Talk back!"

"Damn it! We can't contact Smuggles Battery..."

"Report, the Five Star Island Fort and Saratoga Fort were bombed by them with missiles!"

"Come here! Pass the order! The headquarters said that the brothers should evacuate the artillery positions and hide in the anti-gun holes until they are within range!"

"Yes!" (If there is amnesty*N)

"Pembroke Battery, Pembroke Battery, do you hear me? They say you're to fall back to the anti-gun (BOOM!)...beep...beep...beep..."

"Commander, the people at Hamilton Battery and Stowell Battery have been evacuated, but those fortress guns may not be usable later..."

"Forget it, as long as the person is saved..."

The British commander could only look up at the sky with a melancholy face in silence to comfort himself.

After all, those shells with eyes in the sky were as terrifying as if they came from hell, and almost destroyed the British people's fighting will.

Just imagine the fear in the hearts of the remaining people as they hear friendly units around them being destroyed one after another.

Meanwhile, in the Governor's Mansion...