Bismarck

I met the gunner and his men on the way. I don't know what the captain said to them, but when they saw that I had regained my calm, they all greeted me enthusiastically, but while they were greeting me and the captain, they all looked at me and the captain with extremely ambiguous eyes.

"What are you doing?" The captain looked at his men strangely.

"Look at our heroic battleship and his captain!" The gunner led the laughter, and anyone could hear the metaphor in his tone.

"Hey!!!" I was so angry that my teeth were grinding. "You want to fall down the stairs, right!!!"

As he was speaking, the gangway where the gunner was sitting shook without warning, and he was so scared that he quickly grabbed the handrail.

As soon as he looked up and saw my slightly "malicious" smile, he quickly surrendered with his hands.

"No, no, no, let's not talk about it anymore. Aren't you afraid of the captain's battleship?"

A bunch of bastards deliberately emphasized the two words, and it was not until the captain coughed twice that the bastards ran away with laughter. I glared at the captain and shook his arm in dissatisfaction: "You just watch them grab me and beat me up, right! Captain, you can't be so biased!"

"That's good. It means that everyone likes you and accepts your existence, right?~" Who would have thought that the captain, who was pretending to be serious in front of his subordinates just now, would now learn to put on a shameless face, look up at the sky, and have an expression as if it was none of his business.

Look at my joke! I was so angry that I stretched my hand to his waist, grabbed his waist muscle and twisted it hard!

Very good, I nodded with satisfaction, and as I wished, I saw the captain's face suddenly turn red.

"My strength is 150,000 horsepower." I hummed a little tune as I walked past him, ignoring his helpless smile.

Lindemann and Tizi should be on duty now, right? I walked into the command tower with the captain who looked miserable, but saw Lindemann standing at attention and saluting hurriedly, while Tizi was sitting on the fire control director with a red face, pulling (adjusting) the corner of his clothes...

I was stunned. What was going on today? So many things happened...

PS: Well, the battle is over, and it's time to relax after being tense for so long, don't you think? Come on, give me more monthly tickets, and I'll start to lose my moral integrity.

Chapter 120: Homeward Journey

"you!"

"what are you doing!"

There weren't many people on the bridge at this time, and before I came in, there were only Tizi and Lindemann, which made me wonder if there was something going on between them...

"Lindmann, are you bullying Tizi?!" I stood between Lindemann and Tirpitz without any hesitation and protected her behind me.

"Hey, hey, hey... I didn't... What's going on?" Lindman waved his hands in confusion, "I was just telling Tizi about my past..."

"You think I would believe it?!" I turned my head and glared at her. "Anyway, I saw Tizi tidying up her clothes just now. If you hadn't done anything... you are a major suspect!"

"I really didn't..." Lindman was about to cry: "It's unfair!!"

"Hmph!" I snorted. "You bully my Grape, now you decide what to do! Don't think you can do anything to her just because you are the captain of Grape?! Grape is still so young, your behavior is simply..."

Animals!

"Cough cough cough." The captain coughed lightly at me a few times.

I glanced at him and made a twisting gesture.

"!?" Lindemann and Tizi looked at my actions without reacting, but the captain next to them almost covered his face with his hands, and then "dared not" say a word.

Of course I believe in Lindemann's character. Besides, Grapes was originally his battleship. Even if he had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to do anything to Grapes. But I only have this one sister in my two lifetimes, and she's about to be taken away by someone...

"Lindeman, if you want to take away our lovely grapes, shouldn't you also show some appreciation?"

"Ah? What do you want me to say?" Lindman asked dazedly.

Tizi tugged at my clothes and said weakly, "...Sister, don't bully Lindeman..."

"Hey, they say girls are outgoing. We haven't even reached the port yet and Tizi is already helping Lindeman." I walked to Tizi with a mixture of anger and amusement, ruffled Tizi's smooth hair, and rolled my eyes at Lindeman, "Don't you want me as your sister?"

"No way~" Tizi hugged my waist and said, "Sister is the best, but my clothes were a little messy just now, Lindeman helped me tidy it up a little."

"I don't care. Let's put it this way, Lindemann, you have to treat us. There aren't many people, so how about just me, the captain and Tizi?" I said, patting Tizi's little head.

"..." Lindemann surrendered with his head down and a painful look on his face, and secretly glanced at the captain with a sad look. However, under my glare, he rubbed a part of his waist where I had just turned the switch 180 degrees, and the captain also looked up at the sky.

I smiled and pinched Tizi's face: "If you want to drive our lovely Tizi away from the shipyard so easily, you should at least give me some appreciation~"

Our Grape is still the cutest. Even though he is my brother-in-law or something, he still needs to be criticized.

"If he drives you away so easily, what will he do if he bullies Tizi in the future? What do you think, Captain?"

"......Sister... Lindemann...he won't do that..."

Tizi's head is getting lower and lower, his face is getting redder, and his voice is getting smaller and smaller. He seems to be shy.

"Okay, okay, sister won't bully him anymore. Our Grape is shy." I waved my fist and gave Lindeman a look that said, "If you dare to bully Grape, you'll be in trouble."

The two big men on the opposite side stared at each other, smiled bitterly, and surrendered...

"What's going on now?" After joking, the captain started to ask about serious matters.

"In the past 12 hours, Tizi has gradually sealed some damaged areas, and those large breaches that cannot be sealed have been initially repaired by the damage control team. Some water-logged areas have been sealed and the water has been pumped out. The speed has now returned to 29 knots. Although the No. 150 boiler room on the port side and the right auxiliary engine room can no longer be used due to water ingress and damage, resulting in insufficient power supply for the entire ship, the living area has now been cut off from power, and the power supply for combat and navigation is concentrated... In terms of firepower, the main gun and 105 secondary guns are not easy to repair, but a 2 anti-aircraft gun and two 37 secondary guns have been repaired on the port side, and the port side anti-aircraft firepower can now be temporarily made up..."

The captain nodded and signaled Lindemann to continue.

"We have passed Iceland now and are less than 500 nautical miles from Stavanger." Lindemann opened the nautical chart and pointed to several locations marked on it. Then he took out a piece of paper and handed it to the captain: "The Admiralty just sent a telegram, reporting and commending our performance in the Icelandic naval battle. At the same time, they said that three hours ago, Bonte had led Lützow, Scheer and eight destroyers from Bergen to meet us. However... Tizi said that since we broke through until now, there have been Swordfish following us, and there have never been less than two... Even the shift change is two by two. It is estimated that the British have not completely given up, and there may be another battle to fight later. I have asked the sailors to maintain the second-level alert. Above." Lindemann saluted, stood aside and picked up a notebook to record the order.

The captain didn't say anything, just stared at the nautical chart for a while, then picked up the ruler, compass and two-color pencil and gestured a few times, muttering as he gestured: "Calculate the time, they are almost here. There are a British team of heavy cruisers and a team of light cruisers in Narvik, as well as other warships and even British submarines. The British here have at least one aircraft carrier and two city-class ships. We don't know if there are other forces... Our main and secondary guns have limited firepower, and the combat radius of fighter jets can only guarantee 100 to 150 nautical miles offshore... Now is... 18:17 Central European Standard Time, which is 23: local time, and the current course is southeast... The sun will set after :... It looks like we can almost reach Bonte before the sun sets?... Lindemann! Bismarck!"

As he was talking, the captain seemed to have made up his mind to fight and began to issue orders: "We have to hold out for at least another six hours! This is the last six hours! No matter what, we must hold out until we meet up with Bangtai!! We will be safe by then!! Tell the sailors the same thing..." Before he could finish his words, Tizi spoke up: "Captain! Sister! British cruisers have been spotted in the northeast and west!!"

The three of us looked at Grapes together.

"Are they here? How many are here?!" asked the captain.

"Well... there are two ships in the west with four turrets and 12 guns, two ships in the northeast that are similar to destroyers, and three ships with gun barrels that are thicker and 8 guns! And the planes are following us! They must have been attracted by the planes!..."

After listening to Tizi's report, the captain slapped the chart table and stood up: "This is the last obstacle for us to go home! Bismarck, prepare for battle!!"

"Yes!!" I, Tizi, and Lindman stood at attention and saluted at the same time. The shrill battle alarm sounded on the scarred body...

ps: Please let me write one more chapter. The plot of the war is over and I need to think carefully about the next development. Well, the number of words is relatively small, please don’t mind... If possible, I would also like to shamelessly ask for monthly tickets

Chapter 121: Interception

When the operation to encircle and suppress the Bismarck failed again, Tovey on the Nelson almost vomited blood.

"What did you say? Bismarck broke out of the encirclement?!" He looked at the communications officer with red eyes, and his fierce expression scared everyone on the bridge.

"Yes... yes!" the communications officer stammered.

"What's going on?!" Tovey shouted, "How could Bismarck get away?!"

"Bang!" The white navy hat was thrown out by him fiercely, rolled several times on the ground, and was covered with dust.

"Report... General! News came from the cruiser ahead that Bismarck avoided most of the torpedoes and was hit by only one. But it did not suffer serious damage... and has now disappeared..."

"What?! Is this possible?" Tovey was shocked.

"Where's the swordfish? Bring it to me!"

"Many Swordfish were shot down by Bismarck, and the number is seriously insufficient..."

"Damn it..." Tovey muttered.

He held a telescope and looked in the direction where Bismarck disappeared, like standing like a statue. Careful sailors found that their general's hand holding the telescope was shaking constantly...

After a while, Tovey swallowed his saliva. He knew that the Royal Navy had really lost face this time. The two Big 7s attacked together but failed to stop the Bismarck, which was seriously lacking in firepower. Instead, both were severely damaged... This was something that no one could have imagined at the beginning.

Tovey felt overwhelmed when he thought about the international turmoil that the invasion of Iceland would cause.

"Pass on my order. Order the remaining Swordfish to form groups of two and immediately monitor the Bismarck. Don't get too close. Just monitor from a distance!"

"Yes!"

"Then report to the local fleet and request that a fleet be organized immediately to intercept!"

"Yes!"

"Go ahead," Tovey sighed, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He slowly picked up his hat and walked to his seat.

"Have the landing troops come ashore?" He sat down on the chair, looking at the busy repair scene outside, and remembered the important purpose of this trip.

"Report to the general, although the artillery fire in Bismarck caused us some losses, our troops have successfully landed and now control the Icelandic government..."

"Tell the landing officers and soldiers not to do anything excessive to the Icelanders. Try to keep a low profile as much as possible and don't draw attention to them!"

"Yes!"

What Tovey didn't know was that while he was saying this, gunshots had already been heard on Iceland...

In the waters near Bergen, a fleet of German warships is heading north.

"How much time do we have left to meet the Bismarck?" Bonte looked at his watch. It was already seven o'clock in the evening, but due to the high latitude, the sky was still bright.

This season is not suitable for a breakout... Bonte is a little worried about his old boss. Based on the information he got before, he knows that the Bismarck is now at the end of its strength and basically unable to fight again, while the waters around Narvik are still in the hands of the British. If they meet again...

"Based on our current speed, it will take at most four hours, General!" the staff officer replied.

Bangtai was about to nod when the communications officer rushed out.

"General! A telegram for help from the Bismarck!"

"What?" Bangtai was surprised and took it.

"Damn it, I encountered it again!" He frowned and looked at every word on the telegram with a serious expression.

"General, what should we do?" asked the staff officer at the side.

"What else can we do? Signal Officer!"

"To!"

"Telegram to all ships, all units advance at full speed, and be sure to support the Bismarck!"

"General, if we move forward rashly like this, we might run into the British..." the staff officer reminded

"So what?" Bangtai replied calmly, "Don't forget our mission."

"Don't worry, the enemy's attention is now on the Bismarck. No one will bother us until we catch up with her!"

Absolutely... we cannot let the Bismarck sink on our doorstep.

Bismarck--------

"They are getting closer, Captain!" Bismarck stood on the bridge, calmly observing the situation around him.

The sailors returned to their positions and were ready for battle. The damage control team members were also prepared for the upcoming battle. The prisoners were rearranged in cabins. They had also suffered heavy casualties in the last breakout.

Everyone had a solemn look on their faces, knowing that this was the last battle. If they won, they would survive, but if they lost, they would sink!

"Is the output power at its maximum?" Lütjens frowned as he looked at the open sea ahead.

"Yes, it's already the maximum speed now, 30 knots." Bismarck nodded. This is the highest speed she can take now. Although compared to those cruisers and destroyers...

"It's still not enough." Lütjens sighed, "Now the distance is 25000 yards, and nearly 5000 yards per hour is already very uncomfortable. At this rate, we will soon be within range."

"Don't worry about the ones at the back for now, just bombard the ones in the northeast first!" Lütjens thought for a while and said.

"understand!"

"Sail 45, disengage at full speed!"

"Yes! Captain!"

Bismarck quickly adjusted the rudder angle. Although the direction it was pointing to would be closer to the British mainland than the original course, it could at least avoid the fleet in the northeast for a period of time.

At the same time, her only three remaining naval guns also began firing.

After a loud bang, three guns fired at once, and the shells flew towards the target in a sparse trajectory - and then all fell into the water.

Bismarck began his next preparation without any concern. His original intention was not to hit it, but just to disrupt its actions through artillery fire.

The cruiser on the opposite side twisted its body as hard as it could, and its speed naturally dropped.

"Has the telegram to Bonte been sent?" Lütjens called the communications officer and asked.

"already sent."

"How did he say?"

"Coming at full speed!"

"Very good, continue to communicate with him."

"Yes!"

"Bismarck, what's the distance now?"