Bismarck

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However, the situation is indeed not as easy as imagined.

While looking at his arrogant secretary cat baring his sharp fangs and calculating the battle position for him angrily, Lütjens couldn't help but think.

The fleet is now in the middle of the North Atlantic, 1800 kilometers from Ireland and Reykjavik, Iceland, and 2150 kilometers from Cape Festra in Spain, the southern border of the Bay of Biscay.

According to intelligence, Cunningham's forces on the opposite side had been defeated and three light aircraft carriers were sunk by Kumetz in the previous Battle of Cape Festra. But even so, the Allied Combined Fleet, which had rested and replenished on the mainland for a week, can still be considered fully equipped and staffed - even without the Giant-class light carriers with a maximum speed of only 25 knots, which obviously dragged down the formation, with the performance of the armored aircraft carrier HMS Vengeance, it can at least muster 72 carrier-based aircraft.

Although we got the fuel replenishment, we had no choice but to stop the ammunition and the planes!

Warships are oil-guzzling. Even though the 18,000 tons of fuel obtained from Bermuda have been burned up, there are only 12,000 tons left, but it is only enough for their own warships to attack at full speed for two or three days.

The ammunition was even less! Bismarck and Tirpitz only had 380 rounds of 203mm main gun shells left, Eugen had 105 rounds of 50mm shells, and each ship had only 37 rounds of mm anti-aircraft shells. The mm and mm anti-aircraft shells were almost completely used up. Adding up all the shells for these two types of anti-aircraft machine guns, there were only rounds on each ship, barely one-eighth of the rated ammunition!

As for the aviation force, although there are still some Zeppelin aerial bombs and aerial torpedoes, there are only about twenty carrier-based aircraft left in the GR-186 wing on this long journey! In the Battle of Bermuda, in order to cover the Prinz Eugen, one of Zeppelin's best ace pilots, Hans Marseille, was killed!

Even though he was a naval admiral, Lütjens was very concerned about Zeppelin's carrier-based aircraft wing! Even if he had not died in order to protect Eugen, Marco, who had won the Diamond Knight's Medal, could be called a true hero! He personally attended Marseille's funeral before the fleet withdrew from Bermuda and delivered a eulogy!

(PS: Historically, when Marseille died, it was Marshal Catherine who attended and delivered a eulogy.)

Now the fleet has only a few ammunition left, and there are few planes left! Although the victory of the Long March is in sight, the closer the victory is, the more we cannot let our guard down! There are too many famous generals and battles in history who fell at the last moment before victory and ended up with regrets for the rest of their lives!

After all, this operation was a major breakout across the Indian Ocean and even the Atlantic Ocean after the Indian Ocean theater had to be abandoned. It was a 25,000-kilometer long march with life and death, a desperate struggle to break through...

In particular, Tovey, his old rival, has six battleships in addition to air force. Not to mention, he can also get intelligence support from long-range reconnaissance aircraft from Iceland, the Faroe Islands, the Shetland Islands and even the British mainland, as well as destroyers and frigates in the Atlantic!

Although the vast Atlantic Ocean appears to be two or three thousand kilometers long and wide, a real calculation will reveal that the number of ships needed to set up a blockade is far smaller than most people imagine.

The current position of their fleet is already at the edge of the British reconnaissance line.

If the British wanted to detect their position, they only needed to calculate the distance between Tovey's position and the Faroe Channel and the Bay of Biscay, and then compare it with their speed to calculate the position of their detection line. If Tovey deployed his fleet in Ireland, the Faroe Channel and the Bay of Biscay would be only 500 nautical miles away, based on the British mainland. If they calculated the position of their detection line based on Tovey's 27 knots and their 32 knots, the British detection line would be about 800 nautical miles away from Tovey! In this way, even if they were at full speed and had the advantage of the inside line, Tovey, who could take a shortcut, could stop them!

I am only 1800 kilometers away from Ireland, which is a little over nautical miles! So the British reconnaissance line should be not far ahead of me!

Thinking of this, Lütjens continued to look at the nautical chart in front of him - speaking of which, the drawing and calculation abilities of this ship cat of his had been trained now, and she was so proficient in naval business that the calculation results were almost the same as what she expected: under her red and blue pencils, a blockade line started from the southernmost tip of Greenland and went all the way to the Azores, which was probably the location of their first reconnaissance line.

Although coincidentally, according to the submarine activity information received from Dönitz, this is actually the main activity area of ​​German submarines. However, this coincidence may mean that the Allied navies, which have completely cleared the country, may transfer most of their escort ships to launch a search network!

The width from Greenland to the Azores is about 2,400 kilometers.

It looks very wide, but as long as the Allies can find sixty ships, the distance between two adjacent ships will not exceed forty kilometers, and it will be easy for them to communicate with each other. Currently, the Zeppelin only has the last JU-87 electronic jammer that can be carried, and it cannot interfere with such a large area!

Moreover, whether it is an air strike or a battle fleet, they will be discovered and alarmed by these interconnected interception lines! Even if Zeppelin's anti-ship missiles can be fired one at a time, if the number of missiles fired at a time is limited, there will always be ships that have not been hit that will sound the alarm!

The patrol ship was 1600 kilometers away from the mainland, and the maximum reconnaissance radius of the Allied large seaplane was about the same! As long as the patrol ship successfully sounded the alarm, the Allied reconnaissance planes would swarm in - now all the convoys in the North Atlantic were cleared of their territory, and the Allied forces, without the pressure of escort, could completely draw on the reconnaissance forces of the entire North Atlantic to search for themselves!

Then, what awaits him is his old rival Tovey...

Although the British Isles are just a few large islands, their geographical location can block the Atlantic Ocean routes from the Bay of Biscay to all the Nordic countries! Coupled with Gibraltar, Malta Fortress and Suez Canal, which are also British-occupied territories, the British Empire at its peak was definitely able to strangle all European shipping on its own!

Moreover, Britain has actually strangled a number of maritime power challengers, including the German Second Empire 25 years ago!

In fact, even the current Greater German Empire cannot say that it can get rid of the influence of Britain's geopolitical location on its own maritime power! Otherwise, the heads of state would not please Spain, Portugal and Turkey, and would even rather be slaughtered at high prices in the international market to obtain import resources for themselves through them.

Even from this perspective, the breakout deployment cannot be a simple escape, but must also take into account the possibility of another attack in the future - Biscay Bay is too close to the British mainland, and the Kumets fleet now needs repairs. The route back to the country from Norway will be even longer, and the fuel must be controlled very accurately. At the same time, more importantly, if you go through Norway, you will have to break through the GIUK blockade of Greenland-Iceland-British mainland again!

If I go back this time, the girls will need a major overhaul - even Raeder has arranged a transformation, but if it takes a few months to go back and forth, the combat effectiveness of the Allied fleet will be greatly enhanced! Especially after Bismarck and the others went to the Bermuda Fortress to mess up the scene, the Allies will most likely develop new weapons to deal with me...

As for the fact that their ammunition and aircraft were basically exhausted and they were all injured, how could they fight to the death with the Tovey Fleet, which had two aircraft carriers and six battleships, and was supported by the British and American base network in the entire North Atlantic and the large-scale sea control and guarantee of light escort ships...

"Tsk... It's a pity that after five consecutive battles, everyone is out of ammunition and planes..."

Lütjens smacked his lips and put away this unrealistic idea.

Most people only know about the magnificent decisive battles with big ships and big guns, but as an admiral, Lütjens knew one thing clearly: the so-called sea control is not a simple decisive battle between the main fleets, but a mobile main fleet, a base network as a support point, patrol, reconnaissance and light warships to ensure sea control, and even submarines and minelayers that destroy the enemy's sea control, etc., through a certain division of labor and cooperation to jointly control the control of an area of ​​sea.

Against the backdrop of the Allied forces building up their navy, the British and American Combined Fleet can actually attack or defend, and has the initiative in combat no matter what happens, or even if it stays at home - this is a matter of national grand strategy, and it cannot be easily shaken by a fleet of ship girls running out of ammunition and food!

Even if I rely on the speed and anti-ship missiles, I am still somewhat confident of the chances of breaking through, but what is the next step after breaking through... Emmmmm...

Lütjens instinctively picked up the cigarette and fell into deep thought. However, before he could think for long, he was interrupted by the meow of his own secretary ship:

"Captain! Zeppelin said that an enemy reconnaissance fleet was spotted 200 kilometers ahead of us! They are all frigates!"

"What? Finally found it?!" After hearing the report from his own ship cat, Lütjens, who was smoking and analyzing, couldn't help but stare. After a little thought, Lütjens made a decision:

"It's noon now. We are sailing at 16 knots. 200 kilometers means the sun sets at 7 pm. We can break through at night... Bismarck, tell Zeppelin to let the reconnaissance ship go - we will maintain a cruising speed of 16 knots and continue to move forward! It won't be too late to shoot them down after we enter the artillery range!"

Chapter 730

"Captain, which way are we going to go home? Through the Bay of Biscay or Norway?" Bismarck asked.

"It's hard to say. It depends on the situation. You guys are in a bad situation right now. Not only are you out of ammunition, but Zeppelin's injuries in the Battle of the Azores have only been controlled. If we really fight, she can't withstand even one attack!" Lütjens pinched his chin and pondered, "GIUK's current defense and reconnaissance capabilities are no longer what they used to be. And if I'm not mistaken, Tovey will definitely wait for us with the advantage of the interior! If they have the advantage of reconnaissance and the interior, even if their speed is slower than ours, our fuel will only last for the last three days. It will still be a bit troublesome to get rid of them..."

Lütjens still has a good idea of ​​the current situation. Although it is not a good idea...

"Then...what should we do?" The Persian cat was a little dumbfounded.

After all, this is the sixth consecutive battle...

Even though she had been through hundreds of battles, and even her current fame was gained by stepping on the wreckage of half of the Allied Navy, she probably couldn't learn the kind of strategic planning that her captain could do even when faced with a catastrophe.

"… Let's see how the British react. Bismarck, draft a telegram now and send it to the Air Force Ministry, the Navy Ministry, and the Wolf's Lair Headquarters. Send it when we break through the blockade."

"Telegram?" Secretary Cat was a little puzzled.

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Lütjens closed his eyes slightly and shook his head. Although his face was calm, his hands were constantly tapping on the chart table...

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At seven o'clock in the evening of June 1942, 6, the setting sun had not yet completely sunk into the horizon. The Lütjens Squadron, led by the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen, which still had enough 15 mm shells, and covered the two wings with Bismarck and Tirpitz on the left and right, was like a triangular goose formation covering the trailing Zeppelin aircraft carrier. After delaying until the sun set, they drove at a high speed of 203 and a half knots (60 kilometers per hour) and rushed straight towards the frigates on the search line!

The poor British frigates had a speed of only sixteen knots and were only equipped with small-caliber artillery and depth charges sufficient to fight against submarines. They were no match for the "evil spirits of hell".

However, even under Prince Eugen's surprise attack, Bismarck's suppression, Tirpitz's electronic interference, and even Zeppelin's missile night attack, these dedicated night watchmen, at the last moment of their lives, still used the never-fading radio waves between heaven and earth, and the flares rising slowly in the sky, to convey the enemy's beacon fire lit by their lives one after another to their friendly patrol boats!

"(BOOM!!)...Captain, the flooding in the diesel engine room is completely out of control!"

"Okay, stay calm, the signal has been sent. They... (BOOM!!) Ugh!!... Ahem... Are they going to die? But it doesn't matter... Lütjens, you can't run away... Ahem... Long live the British Empire..."

At the same time, on the battleship Bismarck, a secretary with waist-length blonde hair stood beside Lütjens' seat and reported to his captain and commander on the completion of his mission.

"Captain, the telegram has been sent!"

"Well, now we have broken through their search line. Next, it's my turn to compete with Tovey..." Lütjens, who was sitting in front of the chart table with an expressionless face, nodded slightly, adjusted his reading glasses, and continued to concentrate on holding the red and blue pencils and using the navy's special ruler to continue calculating nervously on the chart table. While calculating the possible positions of the opponent, he continued without raising his head: "Bismarck, as long as you have information about Tovey's fleet, report it immediately!"

"Got it!" Seeing the captain absorbed in calculating the position, Bismarck, knowing that the situation was not easy, responded and quietly retreated - as before, she was still holding an empty coffee cup in her hand...

The news of the battle between the Evil Spirit Fleet and the Allied reconnaissance and search team shook the entire North Atlantic theater!

In order to save or eliminate Lütjens, both sides began to deploy troops in a hurry.

The capital of the United Kingdom, London...

The sun had already set in London at 8:00 Greenwich Mean Time, but inside the Admiralty building, behind the heavy curtains, the lights were bright, and there was even a sense of chaos...

"…Report to Marshal Cunningham! Urgent report from the Atlantic search line! At 8 pm London time (7 pm North Atlantic West Zone time), the Lütjens fleet was found in the XX sea area of ​​the frigate line!…Now they have broken through our line, and the last confirmed direction they are heading towards Iceland!…"

"Tsk, that old devil Lütjens might want to break through Tovey's interception at night... Never mind, in that case, then pass on my order: 1. Inform all units of the news of Lütjens' fleet! 2. Order Iceland Airport and Northern Ireland Airport to urgently dispatch long-range reconnaissance aircraft to search near the predetermined coordinates! 3. All ships on the search line must sail at a unified speed of 16 knots, maintain their positions, continue to guard the sea surface while moving toward the mainland - tell them to prevent Lütjens from changing direction and escaping, and report all targets to Tovey as planned after discovering them! 4. Tell Tovey to attack immediately according to the predetermined combat plan!"

"…What? A call from the Navy? Lütjens spotted?…Great, I got it! All ships, pay attention! I'm Tovey! The search team has spotted Lütjens' fleet. Now order: Atlantic Combined Fleet, set off!"…

On the other side of the English Channel, the German naval and air force leaders on the European continent who had been keeping an eye on Lütjens' fleet, after receiving the telegram from the Bismarck battleship that "our fleet has broken through the enemy's first search line, requesting support", regardless of their mentality, all took action...

"What?! Zeppelin and his men have already engaged the British blockade?! And they have also sent a telegram requesting our air forces in Norway and France to be ready for support?!"

At nine o'clock in the evening in the Berlin Air Force Ministry, upon hearing the news that Zeppelin had begun to break out, the fat Imperial Marshal Meyer instantly jumped up from the camp bed in the lounge - like an inflated ball, and shouted angrily to the communications staff in front of him: "Tell (German Naval Aviation Commander) Udet immediately and tell him that I authorize him to command all naval aviation forces in France and Norway, and let him fully cooperate with Zeppelin to break out and return home!"

"Yes! Your Excellency, the Imperial Marshal!"

Seeing the Imperial Marshal who was worried about his daughter, the communications staff officer did not dare to neglect and hurried down

In the Admiralty building on the other side, Raeder, who seemed to be working diligently but was actually quite dark inside, was still working at his desk. However, after hearing the news from the telegram from the front, he couldn't help but frown:

"... Damn it, Lütjens is a guy who brings bad luck to anyone he touches!... Forget it, at least he can't die now. Someone, tell the Lütjens the intelligence we have on the British fleet, and then tell Kumetz and Dönitz to do their best to help Lütjens."

"... The Marshal wants me to 'do my best'...? What should I do? The British have a Goliath-class aircraft carrier under the protection of the mainland, and it is now squatting outside the Bay of Biscay!... The aircraft carriers Europa and Bremen in my hands were just seriously damaged last week. There is only one dock in the Normandy shipyard, and it cannot repair two aircraft carriers... Go back and tell the Marshal that my Arctic Fleet is powerless and can only contain their Goliath-class aircraft carriers as much as possible. Also, I, Kumets, promise that I will do my best to provide intelligence to that old ghost Lütjens..."

At the dock of Brest Port, Admiral Kumets, who was bruised and battered by the bombing in the Battle of Cape Feistra, covered his face with tape, looked at the Hindenburg being repaired outside the window, and responded with some curses.

Also in Brest, in the heavy concrete dock shelter, Admiral Dönitz, who was about to rest by the camp bed, rushed to the operations room in his pajamas after receiving the telegram. However, looking at the submarine signs on the nautical chart, even the Sea Wolf King could only smile and sigh after thinking for a while.

Slow-speed submarines are not very good at dealing with the main fleet with tight escort and air cover. Although the submarines ahead can report from time to time that they have made contact with the enemy fleet and can summarize the enemy's patrol patterns, it is definitely not just the enemy's main fleet that patrols back and forth between the north and south ends of the blockade area!

Britain, with its profound naval foundation, and the United States, with its unfathomable production capacity potential, are not the upstart "ally" of the Third Reich in the Far East, which had a powerful main fleet but whose destroyers were already struggling on the shipping lines. Both destroyers and the anti-submarine aircraft base network are extremely troublesome enemies for submarines.

Although he could indeed have the submarines set up a few ambush circles, the current forces on hand were much stronger than expected (historically), so he could completely squander them - the original shipbuilding plan compiled by the Navy Department, the average arrangement of ten submarines per month, was fundamentally alleviated after Speer came to power. But even so, with Dönitz's deep understanding of submarine combat power, he basically did not have any high expectations for the efficiency of these "mines drifting in the wind" in attacking the main fleet - slow speed, poor firepower, weak survivability, the only chance to attack the heavily guarded battle fleet is to preset the position and then make torpedoes first.

Even so, they could only "deal" as many as they could. As for wanting to escape in front of the Allied destroyers with rich experience in anti-submarine warfare, that was unrealistic...

Not to mention, before entering the position and launching the preemptive torpedo, one has to pray to God for protection, wondering if the Allied anti-submarine patrol aircraft and destroyer vanguard search team will catch them...

But, think about the overall situation, and think about this guy Lütjens...

Dönitz gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, endured the pain, and waved his hand fiercely: "...Forget it, order the two submarine groups on the east side of the North Atlantic to assemble and prepare to ambush the British and American battleships. Tell everyone, this action is for the overall interests of the entire navy. Even at all costs, I have to tear off a piece of their skin for me!..."

"Yes!"

Watching the messenger turn around and leave, Dönitz, who was in pain because of this decision, gnashed his teeth and began to mutter: "... This is all I can do. Consider it my repayment of your favor this time... Lütjens, you are always causing trouble and it really makes me worry..."

As orders from the decision-makers of both command posts were issued one after another, the military forces of both sides began to take action.

In this gradually deepening dark night, even the North Atlantic breeze seems to be a little more mysterious...

Chapter 731

"War-weary, where do you think Lütjens and the others will run to?"

The atmosphere in the headquarters was somewhat dull and even a little depressing.

With a stern face, Tovey looked at the man beside him, Ya Zhan, who was staring at the nautical chart more intently than himself, calculating the position and the probability of encountering the enemy over and over again. He couldn't help but ask.

"Lütjens and his men robbed about 18,000 tons of oil in Bermuda. Taking into account a week's loss, they should have about 45% of their fuel left." War-weary continued to measure and draw on the scribbled chart, and replied without even looking up: "Given their limited fuel and the lack of a large dock in Biscay Bay, they will most likely go back to Norway - Marshal Cunningham said so too."

When it comes to official business, even if it is an old sailor who has been with him for many years, War-weary still addresses him by his official title in a serious manner.

"Yeah, I think so too!" Tovey, who hated Lütjens for killing his wife, nodded slightly with a stern face and clenched his fists: "Lütjens is out of ammunition and food now. Now is the best opportunity!"

"Besides, there is a whole squadron of 40 'Mosquitoes' of the Royal Air Force at the Iceland airport!" Thinking of the embarrassment of the German crew on the opposite side who had no way to go in front and were pursued behind, War-weary sneered.

If the Germans wanted to break out, they had three options. In addition to returning to France via the Bay of Biscay, they had two options to go to Norway: taking the Faroe Islands as a shortcut, or bypassing Iceland via the Denmark Strait between Iceland and Greenland and returning home via the Arctic Ocean. Given their course and location, both of these exits were within their interception range!

The Faroe Channel is located between the Faroe Islands and Iceland, with a width of 460 kilometers. It is the shortest route for Lütjens to return to Norway. However, since it is located between the airport in Reykjavik, Iceland and the airport in the Faroe Islands, in other words, if you break through here, you will most likely be bombed by Allied planes on both airports!

Although the Denmark Strait is farther, it has to go around Iceland and is the longest route! A simple calculation on the map shows that if Lütjens has to travel 2100 kilometers to return home via the Faroe Islands, it will take at least 2500 kilometers via the Denmark Strait - and this is the shortest distance!

Furthermore, if we consider that the safety and ship repair capabilities of the Bay of Biscay are not guaranteed...

Cunningham, Warspite and Tovey all concluded that Lütjens would return home via Norway.

The islands and airports of the GIUK defense line were all under their control. Under the cover of the base's sea control, they could freely take the shortest straight lines while Lütjens would always go in circles! Even if the American battleships in their fleet only had a speed of 27 knots, they could still block Lütjens' way home! Not to mention, there were Allied planes at the airport waiting for the German ships to deliver the goods!

As for whether Lütjens really returned to his country via France... Tovey and War-weary were not worried at all.

First of all, this is the North Atlantic, the home of the Royal Navy for three hundred years! Especially now that the escort team has stopped operating, the Royal Navy, which has completely freed up its hands, has concentrated all the destroyers, frigates and maritime patrol aircraft it can mobilize, and even placed the Giant light aircraft carrier directly at the entrance of the Bay of Biscay to wait for the opportunity! Such a strict arrangement directly laid out a net that is not leaky in the entire North Atlantic! As long as you, Lütjens, dare to show your head, don't think about escaping the British sight from this big net!

Secondly, the battle-hardened Cunningham, Warspite, and Tovey could roughly estimate the current situation of Lütjens' fleet - it looked very impressive to break through two heavily guarded fortresses in a row, but it was ultimately a desperate struggle with a lack of supplies! The German fleet must have run out of ammunition, and even from the situation in the Battle of Bermuda, there were not many carrier-based aircraft that could take off from the Zeppelin aircraft carrier...

The third, and more favorable, is the wind direction and ocean currents here!

The ocean currents in the deep North Atlantic Ocean have only one direction before entering the Arctic Circle - from the coastal areas of the North American continent in the southwest to Iceland, the United Kingdom and the English Channel in the northeast, and finally rushing through the Arctic Circle in the northern North Sea and entering the North Atlantic warm current along the coast of Norway!

Lütjens' current location is just south of Iceland. If he wants to return home, he must run all the way along the direction of the North Atlantic Current.

However, for an aircraft carrier to take off and land a fleet of carrier-based aircraft, it must be against the wind - the lift of the wing is proportional to the relative speed of the airflow, so it is common sense that aircraft must take off and land against the wind.

If Lütjens wants to return home now, he can basically have a smooth journey by going from southwest to northeast, and the wind speed in the North Atlantic is relatively strong - in other words, unless Lütjens turns 180 degrees against the headwind to deliver the goods to the door, basically no plane can take off!

But what about me?

The Giant aircraft carrier was squatting in the Celtic Sea outside the Bay of Biscay, which was against the wind. As long as we could block the leeward position of the Faroe Channel, it didn't matter if you were an Edelweiss Witch or not, as long as you couldn't launch the plane, you would be a phoenix!

Arranging in advance is the right time, favorable wind direction is the right place, and everyone is united in their desire for revenge is the right people. Now, the right time, right place, and right people are all on his side!

"Torvi, I've figured it out. If Lütjens really wants to take a shortcut through the Faroe Channel, our current course will allow us to get ahead of them and occupy the leeward position by noon tomorrow!"

War-weary, who had been writing furiously at her desk, now gently put down her pencil and naval drawing ruler, stood up from her seat as gracefully as a queen, and said in a very elegant but sinister way, "When that time comes, I will let that German Persian cat know what it feels like to be defeated by a weapon she designed herself!"

When talking about this, War-weary could think of the fact that the fortress artillery he had trained with in Alexandria was completely useless. He also thought of why the several fortress garrisons were heavily guarded but there were no light bulbs or puffs. Thinking of the fortresses destroyed by Bismarck and the soldiers who died in the battle, the Royal Navy's flagship could not help but gnashed his teeth: "I said that no matter how much I practiced, I could never have a 5% hit rate when shooting at fortress artillery. It was not until I saw the report on the Zeppelin copycat missile last time that I realized what the bastard used: using the 'own' shells and bombs to add a control surface, so that certain corrections can be made directly at the end of the bombardment to ensure the hit rate!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that evil spirit is such a genius with a weapon brain!" Tovey also sighed and said slowly: "The intelligence collected by MI5 said that the Bismarck ship has developed a lot of new weapons in Germany in the past few years, and it seems that she has also invested in Krupp's technology - the German VT fuse, magnetron radar, electronic interference and so on are all developed by her, and Eugen also has guided torpedoes. Although we are also developing this thing now, we didn't think too much about it at that time. The problem is that she even guided the artillery shells! If you hadn't seen their copycat missiles, I'm afraid we still don't know it now!"