Bismarck

"Grapes!" The Persian cat was both angry and amused, and stopped her sister's nonsense. The Queen of the North shrank her neck after being stopped, and still muttered unwillingly, "...It's like this. Besides, even if they have those ships, planes, and supplies in the Mediterranean, without those two bitches like Warspite and Vanguard, can they beat us together?"

With a pat, the hamster's pink-haired head was patted by the Persian cat.

On the other hand, the captain of the Gneisenau, who was being scolded, touched his head and smiled awkwardly - he actually forgot about "their" strength. It's just... as a colleague, would it offend others if he said something xenophobic like "you ship girls"?

However, at this moment...

"Hmm? Report! Everyone, I noticed something was wrong!"

A little blond rabbit that was sitting obediently at the side suddenly raised its head, and its two long braids drew a half circle in the air as its head turned: "Sister, Top, Commander, there seems to be a submarine right in front of us!"

"Submarine?" Several people in the conference room looked at each other. In the eyes of others, they saw full of surprise and vigilance.

Especially Lütjens! As the commander of the Evil Fleet, he knew the abilities of the girls under his command. In terms of anti-submarine capability, Eugen was actually the strongest in the fleet. But the distance at which she could detect submarines would not exceed 25 kilometers. Although his own Bismarck and Tirpitz could also detect submarines, their detection distance was closer than Eugen's.

Moreover, as far as Lütjens knew, Britain and the United States were now equipped with new torpedoes that used hydrogen peroxide as an oxidant to drive turbines, with a range of 13000 meters at a speed of 18300 knots and a range of meters at knots. Although their performance was not as good as the oxygen torpedoes equipped on German submarines, and the gas turbine power could not achieve the most critical bubble-free track and deep-sea launch, the threat was still great if it was right in front of their own fleet!

Therefore, Lütjens, who was the first to react, shouted without saying a word: "The formation urgently evades with full right rudder - the ship girl controls her own body remotely, without the ship girl... Bismarck, you immediately send a signal to Gneisenau, Hindenburg and Ludendorff, asking them to turn the rudder together!" Then he asked Eugen: "Eugen, are they sending a telegram?"

"Commander, they are sending a telegram!" Eugen nodded vigorously with a serious look on his face, and the two long braids on his round little head jumped up and down.

"I understand... Eugen, you immediately guide our helicopter to blow up that submarine! In addition, the carrier-based aircraft of the Zeppelin and Gneisenau are ready to take off immediately, and they will be under the unified command of Bonte and Zeppelin!" Lütjens nodded to Eugen, indicating that he understood. He also knew that the other submarine's telegram was most likely to call for an air strike. But before he could say anything, Tirpitz on the other side also interrupted: "Commander, their planes are already gathering. There is a large fleet of at least 300 aircraft 200 kilometers to the south of us, and there is also a group in Tangier and Gibraltar ahead - I have a ground wave radar on me, so I can see them secretly gathering in the distance."

"Really? They're coming really fast! It looks like they've been prepared for a long time. I'm afraid there's going to be a fierce battle..." The flagship under his feet had tilted due to Jin's quick turn of the rudder to avoid it, just like the current situation, giving people a feeling that it was about to fall. But after hearing Tirpitz's report, Lütjens looked accustomed to it and smiled calmly.

He straightened his military cap and ordered the captains below: "The enemy will be here soon. Since everyone has no doubts, let's adjourn the meeting! - Get on the helicopter and return to your warships immediately to prepare for the air raid!"

A group of captains and shipgirls stood at attention and saluted without any hesitation. After a uniform "Yes, sir!", the shipgirls disappeared instantly, and the captains were also busy but not chaotic, automatically sorting out the order and walking out of the meeting room one after another.

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"This is Zeppelin, command: Zeppelin GR-186 carrier-based aircraft wing, take off!"

"Roger that, this is Globe, Gneisenau Naval Aviation Wing 3, take off!"

Following Zeppelin's Globe's orders, thirty fighter planes lined up and took to the catapult takeoff positions, flying one by one from the flight decks of the two aircraft carriers into the bloody sky that was gradually approaching dusk. At the same time, the eight fighter planes that were originally patrolling in the sky also split into two teams and joined Zeppelin and Globe's lineups respectively.

only……

Qiberin, who had just climbed to a high altitude and used his perception ability to monitor the situation on the surrounding battlefield, suddenly changed his expression!

"In the direction of Gibraltar... two Lancaster squadrons with 38 planes, six Spitfire squadrons with 26 planes, 17 Dragons, and Mosquitoes leading the way. In addition, in the direction of Tangier, there are two squadrons of P- and American light bombers, which look like B- Invaders! As for the direction of French Morocco in the south... what is this...? One, two... five... ten... fourteen squadrons of Mustangs, and ten squadrons of American heavy bombers!? Further away... there are two squadrons of Mustangs, as if they are protecting... huh? Why are there two big plates on the backs of the two B-s at the back? Wait, that's not right, those two plates are radars! Are they moving the radars onto the heavy bombers to serve as airborne command posts? And... in the direction of the Gibraltar Fortress, there are more than anti-ship missiles?!"

Looking at the huge fleet of hundreds of aircrafts gathering in the distance under the setting sun, Zeppelin could no longer sit still! He switched on the radio and shouted to everyone: "Attention everyone! They have a lot of aircrafts, in the direction of the Gibraltar Fortress in the east and the Rabat-Casablanca base group in the south, and the Gibraltar Fortress also has anti-ship missiles! The detailed enemy situation is... In short, now I order: Globe, you take your twelve aircrafts and four patrol aircrafts to deal with the east, and I will take my eighteen aircrafts and four patrol fighters to deal with the main enemy forces in the south!"

As they were climbing, they were assigning tasks. Even though Zeppelin was a veteran in many battles, he couldn't help but feel a little unsure - the enemy numbers were an overwhelming advantage, and this could not be solved by a simple performance advantage!

In fact, both Zeppelin and her ace pilots knew very well that for jet aircraft, a reasonable tactic was actually similar to flying a heavy fighter, maintaining high speed, focusing on BZ, and never dogfighting - but could it be so smooth?

The targets of interception - that is, those bombers - except for the B-26 Predator light bombers and the Wyvern fighter-bombers carried by light carriers, the average speed of the heavy bombers was only about km.

The twelve short-range anti-aircraft missiles mounted under the wings of the Ta-183 can receive the echo of the airborne radar to attack the target "semi-actively". However, it is a rocket after all, and its maneuverability is relatively poor. Moreover, the semi-active mode requires the carrier to continuously illuminate the target - if it is forced to evade the attack during illumination, the rocket will be directly shot away. Therefore, most of the time, the 80mm guided rocket can only be used against bombers.

Apart from the rockets, there were only two 20mm machine guns and the rounds of ammunition they carried - this firepower would be no problem for a dogfight with enemy fighters, but it was far from enough to deal with the tough and sturdy heavy bombers!

So whether it is radar-guided rockets or machine gun fire, in order to shoot down these tough and thick-skinned air fortresses, the Ta-183 can only give up its speed advantage and fire at the "air fortresses" under the cover and pursuit of enemy escort fighters.

However, since speed is given up, and the maneuverability of jets is no match for propellers, the result is that jet fighters cannot take advantage of their high speed and will instead be restrained by more flexible propellers!

In fact, it is not as easy as imagined for the first-generation jet to hit the last-generation electric fan! Especially the US military's Lao Gan Ma and the British Hispano, their effective range of 1000 meters poses a serious threat to the first-generation jet!

Even if the propeller cannot catch up with the jet, considering the maximum speed difference between the two (about 60-120 meters per second), since the effective range of the M-2 and Hispano is as far as 1000 meters, even if it flies at full speed, it will take ten to twenty seconds to escape the opponent's range.

而且这还没考虑规避对方火力的动作导致速度骤降（PS：连米格-15和F-86在狗斗的时候，能保持的速度都只有360甚至240左右！更不要说速度更慢的Ta-183了）

Of course, when flying straight, the acceleration of a propeller is far inferior to that of a jet. But it is also a situation where you are forced to dogfight if you accidentally make a sharp turn.

(PS: In dogfights, the hair dryer's high speed and acceleration are completely unavailable! So this is actually the real reason why many World War II veterans can't get used to flying jets!)

After all, maneuvering consumes a lot of energy, so if the opponent's long-range firepower is very accurate, evasion will lead to energy loss, and the result is that you will be unable to escape the pursuit and fall into a passive position.

So the key is to maintain your energy and never get into a dog fight!

But even so, the enemy is still too numerous! Especially now that Zeppelin has discovered that they still have the command of the "air radar station"! With the enemy's numerical advantage, even if the jet has an advantage in climb rate, acceleration and maximum speed, in order to intercept the bomber, the energy advantage cannot be brought into play! And maneuverability is precisely the shortcoming of the jet - after all, as long as a tactical action is made, energy is consumed! The opponent can completely rely on the absolute advantage in manpower, command each squadron to take turns to seize the height and accumulate energy, and then use continuous rounds of attacks to exhaust themselves who cannot take advantage of the high speed to death!

To the south were fourteen Mustang squadrons with nearly 150 aircraft, and to the east were six Spitfire squadrons, one Mosquito squadron, and two squadrons of Twin Demons, totaling 110 aircraft - an absolute force advantage of more than six to one! Not to mention that these fighters relied on their large numbers to pull out several waves of battle lines from afar and firmly control the sky dozens of kilometers ahead of the bomber group!

With this kind of lineup, even if they force their way in, there is a high probability that the jet's energy will be consumed!

But... there is no choice now!

Behind the 258 fighters were 208 heavy bombers and 68 light bombers! Even if the fleet still had 300 long-range anti-aircraft missiles, it would definitely not be able to deal with such a large number of enemy planes! Not to mention, in order to ensure that Gibraltar would not be sunk in the port after being occupied, and to be able to deal with Cunningham's counterattack, the ammunition could not be consumed too much!

Close your eyes and step on the accelerator. Things have come to this point. There is no point in saying more. Only the battlefield can tell the truth!

The roaring jet engines spewed out whistling flames and strong winds, carrying 38 jet fighters to meet the eastern and southern lines of the opposite side, excluding the early warning aircraft and the early warning aircraft direct guard team. A total of 328 plus 202 aircraft...

As for those 64 anti-ship missiles...

"Bismarck, Tizi, Eugen, my true form depends on you three!"

"I know, don't worry!"

Hearing the response from the silly girl on the WIFI behind him, he turned his head slightly to look at the fan-shaped formation behind him with a distance of eight kilometers - which happened to be the maximum range of the light anti-aircraft guided rockets of the same type under his wing after the revision. Zeppelin sniffed and snorted lightly, his solemn brows relaxed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up to reveal a war-like smile. He instantly transformed from the cold and aloof ice queen like the main peak of the Alps into the Edelweiss witch who rose into the sky, danced in the sky, and soared up to 90,000 miles.

"Isn't it just 38 planes against 530? Guys, climb 11,000 meters, and charge with me!"

Pushing the accelerator hard, a brilliant flame burst out from the nozzle of the jet engine, and she led the way, roaring towards the battlefield above the nine heavens. Behind her, 186 jet fighters were automatically divided into five four-plane formations. Soon, they were well-trained and arranged the four-plane formations according to their positions and combat sequences. Led by Rear Admiral Zeppelin, the commander of the German Navy's carrier-based aircraft force, Colonel Heinz Barr, the former commander of the "Europa" aircraft carrier-based aircraft wing, who now asked to serve as the deputy captain of the GR- wing, and Major Hermann Graf, a rising star of the carrier-based aircraft wing and the captain of the fighter squadron, they arranged two eight-plane formations on the left and right, and a four-plane formation following Zeppelin and his wingman, roaring towards the deep sky under the sunset - and the direction of the enemy forces on the other side of the sky, which were inferior in performance but had an absolute advantage in numbers!

The white smoke is thousands of feet high and the wind is howling, and the setting sun is burning with blood-red light!

Explain the battle situation

Someone raised a question: What if the protagonist is Warspite, and the Persian cat uses the current tactics and methods in the book to deal with her? How can Warspite defeat the Persian cat?

The answer is – there is no solution!

The reason why I spent half a year writing this battle (well, I was really busy, not giving up, starting a business is too tiring…) is because I actually have a huge advantage in this battle! 99% of the chances of winning are for those who are tired of fighting.

In fact, Warspite was invincible at the beginning: it was in a pincer position with Gibraltar + the upwind position was suitable for attack + the fortress and fleet were able to attack from both sides + the Mediterranean Air Force could be reinforced at any time

Lütjens himself had to "seek battle first and then victory" under the strategic requirements of his superiors, and he was in a downwind position before crossing Cape St. Vincent (carrier-based aircraft need to be deployed against the wind, so the aircraft carrier cannot attack when the wind is downwind)

During the previous day (in the book), Lütjens and the Persian cats could not even get past Cape St. Vincent. They were all running tactically like crazy. They had to open up tactical space to defeat them one by one. They even once hoped that the submarines would gather together.

But in the end, Cape St. Vincent was passed.

In fact, once they passed Cape St. Vincent, even if the submarines were not assembled, Warspite would not be able to launch an attack alone.

The reason is explained in the book, the wind is against the Cape of St. Vincent to Gibraltar (suitable for carrier-based aircraft to attack). And Warspite is the pursuit party, and the battle in the pursuit state is against the T disadvantage.

The enemy's missile range is +30KM, our range is -30KM, a difference of 60KM in range is the unilateral bullying in missile warfare.

On the other hand, although the British anti-ship missiles have 344 rounds, the key is that the TA183 is basically a bloodbath when it comes to the Spitfire.

Even if the missile war between Warspite and Cat turns into mutual violence, as long as the German aircraft carriers are not damaged, the British can only be killed by air strikes.

In air combat, they cannot defeat Ta183. If they attack, they will be attacked by anti-aircraft missiles. If they cannot occupy a position, they will not be able to form a joint attack with Gibraltar.

Even if they forcefully attack and conduct shuttle bombing, what if the enemy comes back with a surprise attack? The defeat of Warspite is also the loss of British naval supremacy.

Moreover, although the range of long-range missiles is close to that of carrier-based aircraft, their actual flexibility in use is far less than that of carrier-based aircraft!

Missiles cannot find their own targets (missiles have limited field of view and need to spend a round to find their targets before they can attack, and they cannot make any mistakes during the whole process)

The pilots can search by themselves - it doesn’t matter if they can’t find it, they can just return and wait for the next mission.

What about missiles? Every time we fire one, there's one less...

This is also the basis of Lütjens' previous series of tactical moves!

The description of those movements may not have been very clear before, but in fact, every time Lütjens made a movement in the book, he could force Cunningham to follow him - otherwise it would be a decisive battle in advance and it would be a counter-naval battle at a disadvantage.

Then both battleships were damaged, Zeppelin launched an air strike, GG

Taking advantage of this, the tactical posture was used for deterrence (especially the reconnaissance and missile anti-naval warfare posture), and finally forced Cunningham away, running out of a favorable position suitable for attack and defeating one by one.

The British positions were divided and unable to form a joint force. Even if they fought hard, Cunningham would lose.

Running out of this situation is itself a transition from offense to defense where the initiative changes hands

That's probably it.

I haven’t said anything for a long time...I suddenly wanted to write something.

The reason for cooing is of course not because I want to skip, but because I am too busy. After graduating from university last year, I became a working person. Of course, working people are not as relaxed as students, and they can type every day. Moreover, I set up a company later, which made me even busier. The kids in the group know that I don’t show up much.

Now I go out early and come back late every day, doing one thing after another. It is tiring, but I still like this kind of life. After all, working for myself gives me a sense of satisfaction, unlike working for others, where I will feel irritated when a little of my rest time is taken up. (Cracked voice, the feeling of making money is really great!) I wonder if there are children like me who feel satisfied watching the numbers on the bank card increase. After a year of hard work, my income is now considerable. As a college student, I can be considered to have completed a counterattack (of course, I can't compare with the big guys, but now it's better than working 23333)

Rely on family support and relationships with relatives and friends.

However, the people I want to thank most are all the readers who support me.

Why? Looking back at the novels I have written over the past few years, to be honest... if it weren't for the royalties, I wouldn't have the start-up capital to start a business, let alone dare to do this kind of thing.

Also, although novels are interesting, real life is more important. Study hard and make progress every day.

I wish all the students all the best.

Thanks again.

ps (Students engaged in advertising design can learn about the current new rural construction, you know.)

Chapter 886

"Lord Mountbatten? I am Royal Air Force Vice Marshal Arthur Cunningham. I am here to reinforce you with the Mediterranean Theater Air Force!"

"Great, you're finally here! The evil fleet's jets are so powerful that I almost couldn't hold on!"

A military "Big Plate Chicken" that had just landed stopped on the tarmac of the Gibraltar Fortress Airport. Lord Mountbatten, who had just woken up from crying in the toilet, rushed over with tears in his eyes and hugged Lieutenant General Arthur Cunningham, who was halfway up the gangway and still looked confused.

If there is a word to describe Lord Mountbatten's mood during the day, it would probably be "up and down": the air raid launched at 4:30 just ended dismally, and a large number of reinforcements arrived at the battlefield. Looking at the fleet of planes slowly gathering in the sky, covering the sky and the earth, Mountbatten always felt that it was unreal.

But this is real! Even Lieutenant General Arthur Cunningham, who was standing in front of him and had just gotten off the early warning aircraft, was real!

Lord Mountbatten, who was saved by God, at this moment abandoned his reserve, his demeanor, and the pretentious dignity of aristocrats, and cried bitterly, as if he was an "old" child in his forties with the rank of admiral.

"It's okay, we are here now... (Air Marshal Arthur Tedder, Commander of the Allied Mediterranean Theater Air Force, Royal Air Force) is here this time."

General Cunningham, who was born in Australia, grew up in Brisbane and even spoke with an Australian accent, patted the man in front of him who was a natural aristocrat, born with a silver spoon in his mouth and destined to hold a high position, and comforted him with a few words.

After all, they were officials in the same dynasty and were facing a powerful enemy. Although Cunningham himself was an air force soldier and had rarely seen the Evil Spirit Fleet, his immediate superior, the commander of the Allied Mediterranean Theater Air Force, Royal Air Marshal Arthur Tedder, had seen it!

Just two years ago, in the Battle of Alamein-Alexandria, when the British army had 100,000 heavy troops and had an absolute advantage in both manpower and defense, the evil spirit fleet still dared to attack the British army crazily! It forced the African Corps, which had only one-tenth of the British army, to enter the West Port of Alexandria alive... The result after that is well known: the Axis powers controlled the Nile Delta, and even the resurrected Auchinleck was forced to retreat to the Sinai Peninsula. If the Royal Navy had not paid a very heavy price, and even Admiral Somerville had risked his life to finally deliver the extremely precious 200,000 tons of supplies to the Middle East, and the German army had dispatched Rommel's African Corps to the Russian battlefield, so that they could take the opportunity to counterattack and cut off the Suez Canal, I am afraid that the evil spirit fleet would still be the hegemon of the Western Indian Ocean until now?

Looking at the sunset sky in the southeast, the red sunset glow in the sky seemed to indicate the smell of blood. Cunningham was startled, thinking that it was no wonder that Marshal Ted and Admiral Carl Spaatz (commander of the 8th Air Fleet of the US Army Air Force) attached so much importance to it. Not only did they send such capable forces as himself and Lieutenant General Jimmy Doolittle, but they themselves were now personally sitting on the early warning aircraft and personally supervising the battle under the cover of fighter planes.

And he's the type who won't listen to anyone's advice and even gets angry with you.

"Fighting an opponent like the Evil Fleet, even Marshal Cunningham's Allied Atlantic Fleet has been forced to temporarily retreat. Don't you know what's going on?!"

Looking at Cunningham, who was crying in his arms, and then looking at the only twenty-eight Lancasters on the empty airport that had just been put together - and it seemed that they were put together together with the carrier-based aircraft unit, forty-six of which were painted in navy camouflage, with Spitfires with tail hooks visible if you look closely, and thirty Flying Dragon carrier-based fighter-bombers that were only equipped by the Navy Aviation, Cunningham, with cold sweat on the back of his head, instantly understood why Marshal Teed and Admiral Spaatz were so cautious.

"Forget it, forget it. We are here now. We brought 460 planes this time. Together with the previous batch, the total force is 870. Together with your carrier-based aircraft, 900 planes are enough to give them a hard time!" Looking at Mountbatten, who had calmed down after a while, Cunningham introduced the scale of his reinforcements. But halfway through, his face became a little embarrassed: "Well... according to the relevant provisions of the 'Rules of Engagement' and the order of Marshal Arthur Tedder, you need to hand over the command of the air force to me so that I can unify the command..."

Cunningham couldn't help but feel awkward. He just comforted the other party and asked him to hand over the command. However, Mountbatten didn't care at all and nodded vigorously on the spot: "No problem! Marshal Ted is the highest-ranking officer now, and it is only natural for me to obey orders."

"Besides, now I know that I am not cut out to be a general and give orders. Otherwise, with more than 400 planes and the support of Sir Cunningham's Atlantic Fleet, the battle wouldn't have turned out like this..." Facing Cunningham, who looked stunned, Mountbatten spread his hands, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "So, I'd better focus on diplomacy when the time comes..."

Is this still the same Yanei who could have made a great success with his diplomatic talent, but just wanted to be a general?

Seeing that this second-generation rich man finally changed his temper in the face of the crushing defeat, Cunningham blinked and didn't know what to say for a moment.

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At dusk off the coast of Rabat, Morocco, two B-17 early warning aircraft with huge mushroom plates on their tops were escorted by two squadrons of P-51H Mustang fighters as they patrolled the surface of the Atlantic Ocean, which was reflecting red rays of light.

These two early warning aircraft modified from B-17s were directly under the Allied Mediterranean Theater Air Force Command and the Allied Northwest African Air Command.

Although the basic performance of the B-17 is slightly inferior to that of the up-and-coming B-24, the veteran who has been in service for many years also has its own unique advantages - a stronger fuselage structure, a longer vertical tail balancing torque, and a single vertical tail structure that can easily add two small vertical tails on both sides of the horizontal tail to compensate for the loss of flight stability after the installation of the radar disk, a larger interior space that can accommodate more personnel and equipment and a more comfortable internal environment... etc., so it was selected by the US Army Air Force and equipped with a long-range search radar, related mapping equipment and an array of very high frequency radios to form an airborne command post - thanks to the fuselage structure of the B-17 heavy bomber, after the bomb bay was converted into a radar equipment bay, the rear half of the fuselage can actually accommodate a command and communication team including a commander.

At this time, the commanders sitting in the two early warning aircraft were Air Marshal Arthur Tedder, commander-in-chief of the Mediterranean Theater Air Force, and Admiral Carl Spaatz, commander of the Eighth Air Fleet of the United States Army Air Force and Northwest Mediterranean Command, who had arrived earlier.

As the commander-in-chief with full authority, the main force under his command is not from his own country - the range of the Spitfire is too short to reach the front-line airport in one step. If this happened in the previous military alliance, it would be a bit embarrassing. However, Marshal Ted has always been nicknamed "pro-American", and the relationship between Britain and the United States has now passed the running-in period. Even if there are some disputes over personnel or political tactics, it has nothing to do with front-line soldiers like them.

After more than half a year of cooperation, Marshal Teed and Admiral Spaatz both recognized each other's abilities, and therefore their relationship was relatively harmonious.

However, the reputation and military exploits of the Evil Fleet were too great, especially since Ted was a witness to the defeat at the Battle of El Alamein. As the commander-in-chief, he always felt unsure if he didn't personally lead the battle.

After all, the Italian Navy surrendered very early, and the past four or five months have been mainly spent on bombing the Italian battlefield and the European continent. In addition, the main battlefield has long been transferred from French North Africa to Italy. Now reinforcements are hastily transferred from Italy. Even the large amount of fuel, ammunition, and even the most important anti-ship missiles for anti-ship attacks required for the large-scale deployment of the Air Force have not been gathered in time.

However, the evil fleet on the other side was well prepared! In particular, they also had anti-aircraft missiles and jet fighters...

It is better to be safe than sorry. If something happens in Gibraltar, the logistics of the entire Allied Mediterranean theater will be greatly affected!