Bismarck

"How are the gunners?"

"…They are fine…The main director is on top, and it is protected by armor, so there is no direct hit…But it is no longer safe there…The gunner and his men are moving…"

The shaky main director did not fall down only because I tried my best to control it. But when the gunner and his staff left, my weak mind could no longer control the repair of the metal. I withdrew my mental power, and with a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting and tearing, the director rolled down from mid-air and hit the lower part of the chimney horizontally.

With a huge crash, the entire horizontal armor suffered a huge impact.

"The command instrument is gone." I smiled bitterly.

"Where are the gunners?!" the captain asked after a moment of surprise. He also felt the shaking.

"They're fine, coming towards the bridge," I said.

“It’s good that you’re okay…” The captain was relieved, but he had no other choice but to hold my head in his arms: “Just hold on a little longer… We’ve already forced them to change their course, just hold on a little longer and we’ll be able to break out!!”

"Well! I will make sure everyone is fine..." I struggled to stand up in the captain's arms.

Everyone is here, I absolutely cannot fall down!

However, having said that, we really can't underestimate a battleship. The Nelson on the opposite side is only slowing down now, and the rest of its main weapons and equipment have not suffered any particularly serious damage. In addition, the Rodney behind it will soon turn out. At that time, at such a close distance, if the two battleships shoot at the same time...

I'll be hit directly by most of the shells.

Can't let them do this!!

How could I let them be so complacent when I saw the Nelson, whose speed had slowed down but whose firepower was still fierce? With a loud bang, six rounds of 380 with high charge rushed towards the Nelson in my inductive aiming field of view! At this distance, with high charge, my trajectory angle was very straight...

Six golden lines smashed forward with unstoppable momentum.

The front main turret of the Nelson opposite was adjusting, as if preparing for the next round of shelling at me. I could even see its black muzzle facing me, but at this moment, a 380 armor-piercing shell rushed straight over and pierced into the A main turret of the Nelson!

A violent collision of metal against metal!

Please, my eyes are red, I must——

It penetrated!!!

A fierce fireball exploded brilliantly on the main turret, with a force far greater than the charge of my 380 main gun. It seemed to have caused a secondary explosion? My artillery fire detonated the shell in the barrel, and with such a violent explosion, turret B could not fire.

Nelson was stunned by this round of artillery fire and did not open fire.

Now every round of shelling is a race with death for me. Only by pouring out as many shells as possible can we escape!

The captain next to me saw this scene and hugged me tightly, saying

"Well done, well done!"

The feeling of surviving a disaster... I can relate to that when I'm in a broad and solid embrace.

Since we have forced the British to change their course, Cape Hellnar is ahead. We can bypass Cape Hellnar and rush into the vast Arctic Ocean in less than ten minutes! We have severely damaged the Nelson. Due to the speed difference and the change of course, the two British battleships that were originally facing us have been thrown to the side and rear without knowing it. With a speed difference of more than ten kilometers per hour between us and them, we can completely leave them behind with just a little more effort!

In another hour, we will be able to completely escape the range of the two British battleships! And we are still dragging smoke, as long as we have our backs to them, even the British, who have the world's best radar technology, can't rely on radar aiming to accurately shoot at this time! !

Can we say that I have one foot out of the grave now? Then I will continue to work hard!

ps: Do you think it would be that easy? ! It's so easy to escape the encirclement ~ Is being in the Royal Navy just for a living? ! Too Yong ···

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Chapter 115: Duel (III)

Soon, the gunners came down with a mixture of shock and excitement. Before they even entered the room, they could hear their excited and agitated voices. Although the director was gone, none of the personnel on the main director were injured or killed. This was simply a miracle.

It's a blessing in disguise.

When the captain heard the sound, he knew they were about to come in, so he quickly let me go. Then he wiped his face, grabbed the telescope, and looked outside as if nothing had happened.

"Ahem, Captain, you are looking in the wrong direction..."

I pointed out his mistake helplessly.

The captain's face flashed a suspicious red - was he shy?

Well, as a good secretary, I should have turned a blind eye to the commander's embarrassment.

"Captain!" the gunner saluted him.

"No need to say anything, I know." The captain nodded and interrupted him, "I'm glad you're all okay."

"But without the director, our artillery fire will probably be more difficult." The gunner said with a wry smile.

"Don't worry about this, I have a way." said the captain.

He was right. My artillery fire was all based on instinct. I rarely went through the parameters of the director. All the parameters had long been integrated into my intuition. So it really made no difference to me whether I had a director or not.

Just saying it out loud would probably hurt the gunner's feelings.

Without having time to inquire about the casualties, the captain's attention turned to the Nelson.

Unfortunately, after observing for a long time, we have not seen the legendary explosion until now. It seems that the British have learned from the experience and lessons of World War I, and the design of anti-simultaneous explosion is still quite thorough...

Just when I was considering whether to fire another round of salvos to expand the victory, the Rodney, which had come out from behind the smoke-filled Nelson, couldn't wait to fire at me without even turning fully.

The angle was wrong, so there was no threat to me. I just turned slightly and all the shells fell into the sea.

Is he trying to protect Nelson, or does he want me to avoid getting away with this?

Anyone who stands in my way will die!

The three warships of the enemy and ours held tit-for-tat targets and refused to give in to each other, starting a life-and-death fight! !

The tracers of different colored shells flashed back and forth like neon lights in the sky. The dull rumble of artillery fire could be heard throughout the bay.

The two sides were so close that even their secondary guns began to fire at each other - although compared to the powerful attack power of the main guns, the damage they caused was almost negligible.

The first round of shelling missed, but because of the evasive maneuver, my shelling also missed. Soon, the Rodney sailed out of the Nelson's cover position, entered the standard combat position, raised the gun barrel and started the second round of shelling, and at the same time I turned and aimed the muzzle at Rodney!

The two battleships started firing at each other almost at the same time! !

“Boom—Boom!”

My expression changed.

In fact, the moment the Rodney's shells were fired, I knew through ballistic calculations that the two 406 shells were flying towards my vital parts - the front main gun turret and the position below the waterline of the engine room!

But at such a close distance, there is no way I would have time to dodge!

"Got it! Hurry!"

I didn't care about the surprised look of the gunner in the command tower, and quickly shouted to remind them, and tilted the ship. With two loud noises of "Dang, DUANG!!", a shell hit the 130mm top cover of the main turret. However, due to the small angle, it bounced off and splashed on the sea surface in the distance. The other shell was blocked by my main armor belt, which caused some water ingress but was not a big deal.

At the same time, my counterattack made a big hole on the top of Rodney's bridge with a "boom!"

Since neither of us was seriously injured, we loaded the shells as quickly as possible, aimed at each other and were about to start the third round of shooting!

time is life!

But at this time, although the Nelson behind us had its chimney broken and could not catch up for the time being, it turned its huge hull and began to shoot at me with the remaining five 406 main guns.

A 406 armor-piercing shell hit my tail and easily destroyed the 150 gun next to the rear bridge, and the flames immediately began to spread!

"Damn it!" I gritted my teeth, notified the damage control team to put out the fire quickly, and at the same time, relying on my faster reloading speed, I fired a round of artillery fire before the Rodney opened fire.

Less than ten seconds after I fired, the Rodney also started shooting at me! !

My artillery fire accurately hit the middle deck of the Rodney, but the Rodney's return fire hit the seat ring of my No. 2 main turret!

The armor-piercing bullet penetrated my seat ring and entered the interior. The violent explosion spread the fire and the ammunition depot was engulfed in flames on the spot! !

The deafening explosion accompanied by the huge fireball shook the command tower even though it was protected by heavy armor. I felt a sharp pain in my left hand, and then it drooped down weakly.

"Bismarck (sister)! How are you?" The captain and Tizi came over together.

"Damage control team! Damage control team!" I heard Lindemann shouting loudly.

I temporarily blocked out the outside interference, covered my arm and tried to feel the damage. I also tried to get the turret moving again, but the gears made a squeaking sound. After trying for a while, there was no movement at all. It was completely stuck. In addition, the various internal parts were severely damaged due to the explosion. It would take a while...

“…The No. 2 main turret is out of service…” I gritted my teeth and finally said this.

Now I only have two turrets...how pitiful.

The captain's face suddenly sank to the bottom, and I could only smile at him apologetically.

"Captain, I tried my best." I said with a choked voice.

"It's not your fault." He sighed and hugged me tightly.

A battleship with only two turrets and a large group of pursuers, this is the ending...

Just now, I saw a seriously wounded soldier struggling through the flames in the blazing No. 2 main turret. He struggled to climb onto the sea valve, and with his last bit of strength, he used his body weight to turn the valve with difficulty.

The cold sea water outside immediately soaked him thoroughly. The sailor, who was no longer able to stand up, still gritted his teeth and turned sideways, pulling the sea valve as far as he could with his powerless hands... The sea water became turbulent and soon drowned him.

At the last moment, he still stretched out his hand to grab the sea valve and pulled it one last time. He looked at the place where he had fought, and a relieved smile appeared on his bloodstained face. Then his hand dangled forever on the rotating circle of the sea valve...

“…I must posthumously award this soldier a medal…” The captain was silent for a moment, then sighed.

ps: Monday is full of classes...Please forgive me, I'll see if I can update another chapter in the evening. Of course =. = Please give me a monthly ticket, I was raped by the kid below!!!

Chapter 116: Duel (IV)

I was indeed shocked and saddened by the soldier's behavior, but at this critical moment, the damn British would not give me time to grieve. Now, nothing was more important than firing my shells.

I have to fire as many shells as possible at the opponent in a shorter time!

The flying artillery shells did not pause for the slightest because of this episode. A man is insignificant in the face of war.

"boom--"

Nelson's shell hit my rear secondary protection area again, penetrating, exploding, flames and wood chips scattered, and the steel turned red. To be honest, I was already immune to this level of pain, but I felt the stern sink a lot all of a sudden. At the same time, Rodney started to fire another round at me!

An armor-piercing shell hit my seaplane hangar, which had no armor to begin with, so it went through and destroyed a 105mm anti-aircraft gun and a 150mm secondary gun on the starboard side. Mottled and broken parts mixed with blood and flesh were all over my deck.

Due to multiple injuries, many bullet holes appeared below the waterline, and seawater inevitably poured in. Coupled with the accumulation of water in the ammunition depot, although the damage control team was trying hard to drain the water, the hull was now tilted five or six degrees, and the draft of the stern became deeper, as if it was being dragged in the water.

A wave came and directly flooded the quarterdeck.

At the same time, the speed began to drop further due to water ingress and damage, and has now dropped to 27 knots. However, Rodney's speed and firepower behind have not suffered any major losses, and it is still following closely and pursuing relentlessly.

Next to me, Tizi continued to operate the two remaining 2mm anti-aircraft guns and two 105mm secondary guns on the port side, firing desperately at Rodney's bow waterline, making holes one after another on the bow waterline that was not protected by an armor belt, but the amount of water entering was not large.

Now I can only rely on my 380mm main guns! I turned the remaining four 380mm main guns around and aimed them at the Rodney. "Let's see where you'll be unlucky this time!"

But at the moment of firing, my right hand hurt!

Then there was a loud explosion on the front deck, and the smoke directly blocked the entire bridge.

Three shells flew out in a spin, and there was another one...

The 380mm main gun on the left side of turret A exploded due to the impact of turret B being hit and the continuous use of high-charge...

Under my repair capabilities, this situation would not have occurred, but now the entire body was in tatters and I no longer had the energy to concentrate on the turret, and after long-term overload use, it exploded.

However, just when I was about to faint from the pain, I only saw in my mind that one of the three shells in this round of firing hit Rodney's bow waterline! This warship, which had no defensive armor on the bow due to concentrated protection, had a big hole on the spot, and seawater immediately rushed in, causing it a lot of trouble with the increased resistance.

Rodney began to slow down gradually.

"Well done! Bismarck!!"

"Hahaha, you can fight against two Nelsons like this, you are worthy of being the strongest battleship in our German Navy!!" Lindemann patted my shoulder hard and laughed.

You bastard! My arm is still hurt!

"Hiss - be gentle!" I rudely slapped Lindman's pig's trotter away with my other hand.

But this is not the most important thing, what is important is...

I could sense that the gunner, radar officer, and their subordinate operators were looking at me in complete bewilderment...

"Lin! De! Man! Did you just say something you shouldn't have said?!!!" If we weren't in a fight, I would have rushed up to beat him up.

"Um... I... this, that... cough cough." Lindemann looked at me, then looked at the eyes of the gunners and the others behind him, and began to panic...

"Ahem, Chief Gunner, listen to me..." I was about to say something awkwardly.

"Bismarck! Pay attention to Nelson's bombardment!!" The captain who had been observing the enemy reminded me.

I quickly shouted, "Everyone hold on tight!"

I forced myself to change my course, and the wounds all over my body ached from the strong torque and the impact of high-speed water flow. However, apart from one of the five 5 armor-piercing shells fired from the tail that hit the empty mainmast director and caused a pain in my eyes, there was basically no greater damage.

However, the main director was stuck between the bridge and the chimney by the shell, so I don't have to worry about it falling into the sea during the violent maneuver...

Having said that, I am fortunately an integral part of the warship. I actively rub against the shells that I could have dodged, or use relatively unimportant compartments to bear the damage. But even so, I have been hit by more than ten or twenty shells. If it were an ordinary warship, it would have lost power and counterattack firepower long ago, and could only float on the sea and slowly wait for death...