Bismarck

"You, notify the deck crew to release smoke!" Gerard ordered.

"Yes!"

"Target enemy cruiser, prepare to launch torpedoes!" He rubbed his dizzy head and shouted.

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Compared to the tense atmosphere on the Firefly, the situation on the Hipper seemed quite relaxed. Having hit the opponent's bridge in the fourth round, they were confident that they could sink the small destroyer immediately.

Helmut Heyer had expected that the enemy's destroyer would lose its ability to command if its bridge was hit, but after his initial joy, he soon discovered that the destroyer on the other side did not behave as he had imagined, but continued to flee and began to release smoke.

The smoke in the sky quickly blocked the lookout's view, and visibility was only a few dozen meters.

"Captain, should we continue the pursuit?" asked the helmsman.

"Edmund!" Helmut Heyer shouted.

"Here, Captain!"

"Will your radar pick up that damned expulsion?"

"It's all right, Captain!" Edmund shouted. "It can't get away!"

"Very good!" Helmut Heyer nodded. "Keep going and point the bow at it."

"Yes, Captain!"

Gerard originally wanted to avoid Hipper's bombardment by pulling smoke, but unfortunately, the naval gun controlled by the fire control radar was not affected by the smoke and it accurately grasped the target. Even when the Firefly was traveling through the smoke, shells still exploded around it from time to time. One of them hit its deck and almost detonated the torpedo.

"Damn Germans!" Gerard couldn't help cursing. His last disguise method didn't work, which put Firefly in a very dangerous situation. He now had only three options: one was to rush up and fight the damn cruiser in close combat, the second was to run away at high speed until it was out of the cruiser's range, and the third was to wait for the arrival of the Renown...

Escape at high speed? The speed of the German heavy cruiser was 32 knots. It was simply a pipe dream to escape the range of the heavy artillery by relying on the speed difference of a few knots. As for waiting for reinforcements, it was even more impossible. The Renown was still more than a hundred miles away, and it was too late!

In front of him, the only option was close combat.

Gerard spat, "Today either you sink or I sink!"

"Are the torpedo tubes ready?"

"Captain, everything is ready!"

"Great, let's rush back!"

Gerard shouted, and under his command, the Firefly bravely turned around and rushed towards the smoke area again.

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"Captain, the enemy is getting closer to us!"

"How far is it?" Helmut was stunned when he heard it. Could it be that the opponent was rushing over?

"Three nautical miles, two and a half nautical miles, two nautical miles!"

"We're out of the fog!" the lookout shouted even louder.

When Helmut looked up, he found that the destroyer that had been chasing him for a long time suddenly appeared on his port side, and it was less than a nautical mile away!

"Full left!" Helmut suddenly shouted.

"Full left!" The helmsman turned the rudder to the left without any hesitation.

"Point the bow at it!" Helmut stared at the destroyer. 800 meters away, it was already within the range of the torpedo.

As soon as the voice fell, the lookout reported again, "Torpedo found!!!"

Thanks to the timely reaction, Hipper safely avoided the five torpedo salvos from the Firefly. The angry Helmut ordered all guns to fire. At this time, the destroyer had entered the range of the 105mm secondary guns, so even the secondary guns joined the battle.

Eight hundred meters, for a naval battle, can basically be regarded as a boarding battle. Various shells hit the Firefly accurately. Explosions frequently sounded on its hull. Its front and rear main guns were hit one after another, blowing up into the sky, and the radio room was also destroyed. Later, even the mast was hit and fell down.

The bridge of the Firefly was hit again, and the shock wave threw Gerard away fiercely. But he was not hit by the shrapnel. He stood up with difficulty, pushed away the dead helmsman, and then realized that hand-to-hand combat had also failed.

"You're lucky, Germans! But the Royal Navy won't give up easily!" he yelled.

If there is no torpedo, then the firefly is a huge torpedo!

Come on! Let me show you the spirit of the Royal Navy!

Let you tremble!

Long live Great Britain!

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"Captain, it's coming towards us!"

"Damn it, what does he want to do!" Helmut was stunned, the telescope in his hand froze in mid-air. In his field of vision, the destroyer covered in black smoke rushed towards him regardless of his fierce artillery fire.

"He's going to hit us, turn left!!!" Helmut shouted.

600 yards, 500 yards...

"Damn it, hurry up, hurry up!!!"

400 yards, 300 yards...

When they were three hundred yards away, the buildings on the opposite side could be seen clearly, but Helmut did not have the leisure to do so now, because as they turned left, the expulsion troops on the opposite side also began to turn left, and the distance between the two sides was rapidly closing.

That's too late.

"Prepare for impact!!!"

"Bang!" With a loud collision sound, the Firefly crashed into the ship heavily. Admiral Hipper's ship, which weighed more than 10,000 tons, was shaken violently. A crew member at the bow did not have time to grab the objects around him to fix himself, and was knocked away directly.

The bow of the Firefly hit the position behind Hipper's front anchor. After a collision, there was a teeth-grinding "squeaking" sound of steel friction and twisting.

Because the angle of the collision was not 90 degrees, the destroyer's keel was broken by the huge stress at the beginning of the collision, the entire bow was torn off, and the rear hull rubbed against the side of Hipper, leaving shocking scars on the hull, but the most serious was the impact area. The armor of Admiral Hipper was penetrated and a large amount of seawater poured in.

With a grim face, Helmut ordered the damage control team to stop the leak and drain the water. With such serious damage, he knew that his ship could no longer fight, which meant that he would not have a share of the glory of this battle. What a shame for a naval officer!

All this is thanks to the destroyer on the opposite side!

I really want to sink it... Helmut thought bitterly as he looked at the floating destroyer.

Then he took a deep breath and calmed himself down, "Now, get ready to rescue them!"

"Rescue? Who?" the adjutant asked in confusion.

Hellmuller looked at him speechlessly and said, "Who else? Of course it's those damn British people!"

"Ah? Yes!" the adjutant responded loudly.

Although the British caused him heavy damage and even forced him to withdraw from the battle, Helmut still admired the captain very much. He did not give up the fight until the last moment in a desperate situation and even regarded himself as a bullet. This was the highest embodiment of military honor. If possible, he still wanted to meet the "damn" captain...

However, this will never be possible.

A huge explosion came from the Firefly floating on the sea - its boiler exploded, and the explosion directly penetrated its hull. After a burst of scattered debris, it quickly sank to the bottom of the water, taking with it 109 crew members and his captain...

Helmut stood on the bridge and watched the brave destroyer sink. After a while, he took off his hat.

"salute!"

Ps: There has been a debate in history as to whether the fireflies collided intentionally or had to collide because of rudder damage. I have chosen one of the two options.

Ps: Maybe the recent plot is a little boring. Qianqiu apologizes here first, because my original intention of writing this novel was not for pure cuteness and moral integrity (I would say that I wanted to write about the heroine in World War II at the beginning, but then I failed?!) Because it involves World War II, and I am also interested in World War II, there will inevitably be many stories about World War II mixed in. For some classic and touching ones, I hope to restore them as much as possible through my words (although many people may have much more historical knowledge than me). It can also be regarded as a disguised popular science (fog).

Don't worry, the Persian cat will come out soon~

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Chapter 29: Look! Nelson at knots!

"It's so peaceful." Bismarck stood on the bridge, his eyes fixed on the sea.

She had been monitoring the sea for several hours, but the imagined British fleet did not come, the sea and sky were still calm, and even the carrier-based aircraft attack a few hours ago seemed to have never happened.

"What's going on? Is there anything wrong?" Lütjens walked over and stood beside her.

"No, it's too quiet." Bismarck shook his head. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal, especially at such a critical moment in the war. Bismarck felt like he was out of the battle.

Does feinting really work?

"The British have discovered us for a long time, and their reputation and counterattack should have arrived." Lütjens said to himself, he was also confused. If the feint had achieved its goal, Bismarck should have been "interacting in a friendly manner" with the two high-speed ships, but now -

"You continue to monitor and report immediately if there is any situation." Lütjens had no other choice but to continue.

"Yes." Bismarck nodded.

Lütjens turned and walked back to the bridge, but before he sat down, his communications officer gave him very bad news - Admiral Hipper withdrew from the battle due to heavy damage.

"What's going on!" Lütjens frowned. Before the battle even started, a heavy cruiser could not participate in the operation.

"Captain, the telegram didn't say that. It just said that it was hit during a close combat with a British destroyer and the ship was severely damaged..."

"British destroyer?!" Lütjens' face suddenly turned pale.

"Captain, what's the matter?" Bismarck also came over.

"The feint plan failed."

After a while, Lütjens sighed.

"Send a telegram to Reger. I request a change in the action plan. From now on, the Bismarck will head for Narvik at full speed!"

"Captain, what happened?" Bismarck asked puzzledly.

"The fleet heading to Narvik was discovered by British destroyers." Lütjens said, "The British will definitely think that our combat target is Norway, and Narvik is a must-go place."

"Then isn't Bangtai's destroyer fleet very dangerous?"

"Yes." Lütjens nodded. "And the destroyers of Bonte cannot leave there easily. If the main force of the Home Fleet attacks..."

History repeating itself? This is the word that flashed through Bismarck's mind.

After Reger received the message from Lütjens, he immediately convened several staff members for discussion. Half an hour later, the order was issued again, agreeing that the Bismarck should go to Narvik to reinforce Bonthe!

But in fact, before the order from the Admiralty came down, the Bismarck was already on its way to Narvik, and was running at a speed of 32 knots...

In the early morning of April 4, under the dark clouds, the two battlecruisers Scharnhorst and Gneisenau were patrolling the rough seas. Further inside Narvik, Bonte's 9 destroyers loaded with 10 German troops were heading towards Narvik.

"It's half past four..." The radar operator on the Scharnhorst yawned and muttered softly.

"Don't talk, keep quiet!" The officer on duty who happened to be behind him patted him on the head.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Not yet." The radar soldier replied with a wry smile.

"Keep alert and be vigilant. We need to cover the landing of the destroyer behind us."

The officer nodded in satisfaction and was about to leave. But at this moment, the radar soldier suddenly discovered a very obvious echo signal in the distance. It was different from the large-scale echoes from the islands, and also different from the chaotic and fleeting echoes affected by the climate. This echo signal seemed to be very stable and was rushing towards the Scharnhorst.

The radar soldier immediately said to the officer: "Report! Something's happening! An unidentified ship is approaching us quickly!! Direction 230!! Distance 21000 meters!!"

"What?!" The officer rushed back and stared at the screen for more than ten seconds: "They are not friendly forces! Send a combat alert and notify Gneisenau and the destroyer fleet at the same time! Immediately!!!"

The unidentified target on the screen was the Royal Navy's battlecruiser Renown. As one of the fastest warships in the Royal Navy, she and Counterattack first rushed to the place where Firefly sank to search for the German fleet, but by the time they arrived, the German fleet had already disappeared, so they formed a formation and headed north, preparing to search for the German fleet near Narvik. In order to increase the search range, the two battlecruisers searched separately.

Just now, not long after searching, two big guys were found on the radar——

"Captain, the target begins maneuvering!"

It seems that they have also started to maneuver, and they must have discovered me. The captain of the Renown sneered: "So Scharnhorst and Gneisenau are hiding here. Report to the Admiralty and notify the counterattack. I found Scharnhorst and Gneisenau in the waters southwest of Luften. They are ready to engage the enemy. Please come closer to me quickly! In addition, go full speed! Fire flares! Attack!!!"

The Renown's huge body was running at full speed, rushing towards Shane and Gnay. Soon, a row of flares rose from the battlecruiser's gun barrels, and then Shane and Gnay saw that the originally gloomy sky suddenly became as bright as day, and the bright light illuminated the two battlecruisers against the dark blue sea and sky background. Before the commander here could react, a bright fire flashed in the distance from the observation window of the command tower, and several fire lines gushed out.

Shane's captain gasped, "They're firing! Three to five, full speed! Turn right one compass point! Now! Measure the firing parameters for the main gun! Quick!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw six tracers rushing out of the clouds and hitting Gneisenau behind him, creating six tall water columns around her. Seeing the six water columns, the captain of Shane's face changed drastically. He looked back at the radar signal with an unbelievable look in his eyes: "It is approaching at high speed, but...how can there be six water columns? British battleships only have four main guns in the front? Except..."

Before he finished speaking, six more shells came crashing down. But this time there were only five water jets, but at the same time, a violent explosion erupted from the rear main turret of Gneisenau...

"Nelson... Nelson!!!" The two captains of Shane and Gnay were shocked at the same time. Soon, shells with tracers fell from the sky one after another. The momentum of the god of war was like the heavenly fire that judged the world in myths and legends, and it fell around Shane and Gnay like a meteor. In less than a quarter of an hour, the Gnaysenno was hit by three shells. The rear main gun and the main director of the bridge were completely destroyed. Shane in front of her was also severely broken by a shell. Although Shane and Gnay fought back desperately and hit the Renown with several shells, the power of 283MM was not strong enough.

And that's not all. This time even the Repulse came to join the battle... In the invisible electromagnetic space, the trembling telegraph code was shouting at the top of its lungs in a language that only the telegraph operator could understand: "Nelson! Nelson at 29 knots! Two!! Rushed out of the storm!!!..."

The captain holding the telegram had a dark face, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. Why did Bismarck suddenly feel maliciously that his face and eyes seemed to be a little embarrassed?

Ps: Hahaha, this 29-knot Nelson joke is actually Lütjens's dark history, but the captain didn't make such a mistake again this time, because he has Bismarck as his wedding ship! Please vote and reward~ There may be two updates in the evening (if I don't visit relatives!), I didn't even play World of Warships because of writing =. =

Chapter 84: Move against move, hit the target!

Two 29-knot Nelsons!

Although the ridicule of friendly forces in times of crisis had a bad impact, Bismarck really couldn't help it. If Lütjens hadn't glanced at her, she would have burst out laughing on the bridge.