"Boom!" The thunder exploded, the crimson flames surged into the sky, and the sea on the starboard side of the Bismarck suddenly set off a wide and vast cloud of fire, which was particularly dazzling in the night. Four huge shells burst through the air and roared, slamming into the vicinity of the British "Suffolk" at a speed of more than 600 meters per second, and in an instant, the surrounding ice ocean exploded, and a monstrous silver pillar three times the height of its mast was lifted into the sky.

"Well done!" Lindemann held up his binoculars and stared in the direction of the target, and couldn't help but cheer loudly with excitement when he saw the water column falling. The first half-salvo fired by the ship had already caught the target in the middle, while the Bismarck had only used three rounds of echelon firing to correct the landing point. Combined with the current visibility and distance, this is an excellent performance, and it is no less difficult than hitting a target from 20 kilometers away during the day!

"Colonel, I heard that your gunslinger and Jonas Jonas Jr. are the same rank as the alternate officer, and they are still the leader?" Kars asked with a smile on his face. Lindeman's face was full of joy, and he nodded: "Otto is the person with the highest graduation score in the 7th consecutive period of Milwick Academy, and even General Brom, who had completed naval engineering at that time, was squeezed behind him. The year before last, Otto had just been promoted to the rank of gunner, and he won the championship in the warship gunnery competition one year later, so he was transferred to serve on the Bismarck, and became the core backbone of my subordinates. ”

Kars was relieved to hear this. Although the navy had a bad reputation and a bleak future, it still absorbed and cultivated a group of successors who were enough to provoke the cause of their generation. And now is the stage for them to shine their own light. Just as he was sighing, an earth-shattering loud bang resounded in the sky again, and through the dazzling fire clouds and thick gunsmoke, Kars suddenly found that a large area of red and yellow fire bloomed from the distant target!

"Target hit!" As the gunnery officer's report came from the intercom microphone, the bridge of the Bismarck burst into jubilation. In addition to the excitement and praise of the extraordinary performance of their own artillery fire, the more important thing is the joy of destroying the enemy. Although the target had just been shot, the result was completely predictable: the British cruiser had been completely illuminated by the flames of the explosion, and the next 450-mm shells of the German ship were enough to easily tear it to pieces!

Kars was in a good mood, and his gaze was full of contempt as he looked at the enemy ships in the distance. Even if two of your own battleships were silent, the eight 283-mm guns on the Spees would be enough to clean up this paper-defended treaty cruiser. Suddenly, Kars's smile froze on his face. He suddenly found himself ignoring a very important question: where did the British cruiser come from?

During the entire day, the carrier-based planes of the German aircraft carriers had already reconnoitred the surrounding area of nearly 200 nautical miles with the movement of the fleet. Even if the planes began to fully return to the mothership from 6 p.m., this was enough to ensure that a large area in front of the fleet was calm and free of any hostile situation. Kars walked up to the chart in three or two steps, and his eyes quickly outlined the dynamic trajectory of both sides: the British could not have run in from outside the reconnaissance radius, and the speed was obviously not allowed; Therefore, it will only hide in the western rainy area and avoid searching.

Was it the telegram from the British submarine that brought it during the day? Kars's brow furrowed slightly. At 2 o'clock this afternoon, Bismarck did hear another encrypted telegram from the surrounding waters, but ten minutes later she ordered a change of course. Therefore, even if the British cruiser heard the news, the probability of accurately encountering the German fleet was very low. Combined with the experience of listening to the British submarine telegram twice during the day, Kars was always a little uneasy in his heart, his expression gradually turned solemn, and he couldn't help but clench his fists in his cuffs.

"Signaling to Zeppelin, the air fleet immediately slowed down and remained 12 kilometers behind the capital ship. The 2nd destroyer detachment was responsible for the escort. Kars ordered with a solemn gaze. The dutiful adjutant soon reached the communications room and the open bridge, where he was informed by the telegraph operator and the signal corps. With the click of keyboards and the orderly swinging of the baffle, trained German sailors sent a double message with telegraph and light, conveying Kars's intentions accurately.

"General, what are you ......" Lindemann put down his binoculars in astonishment and turned his head, full of puzzlement at the order. Kars spoke to him of his concerns, and said in a deep voice: "The appearance of this cruiser is really a bit strange, and I have to think about the worst-case scenario. Aircraft carriers can maximize their safety. If there is any situation here, Bomay can evacuate quickly with the boat. ”

The British cruiser Suffolk failed to perceive this movement. A 450-millimeter shell fired from a German ship dealt a blow that felt like a meteorite being struck: the shell easily pierced through the hull of a dozen millimeters on the front side of the port side, and then exploded into the cabin after a delay of 0.02 seconds. In an instant, the upper part of the Suffolk seemed to have a volcano erupting suddenly, and the surrounding armored steel walls twisted and blown away like mud and paper paste. The two forward turrets were instantly slashed by a blazing metal storm, and the radar on the bridge was sparkling and crackling, and large areas of the surface immediately turned black and broken.

Captain Ellis struggled to get up from the ground, pushed open the iron door and staggered out of the bridge, his face suddenly pale. Dozens of meters ahead, the surging flames soared hundreds of meters into the sky like torches on the top of Mount Olympus, and the foredeck was completely shrouded in flames and smoke, and it was impossible to pinpoint the specific damage. In the later position, most of the A turret has been torn off, the corpses are lying on the ground in a pool of blood, and the outer wall of the B turret has also been pierced with countless bullet holes of all sizes, and the situation of the gunners inside is completely conceivable!

"Put out the fire, quickly organize personnel to extinguish the fire!" Ellis rushed back to the command tower, shaking his broken subordinate and roaring loudly, waking the other party, he grabbed the microphone and ordered the steering room to quickly take a Z-shaped maneuver to dodge and escape. The hegemonic firepower of the German battleships had far exceeded his expectations, as if it was not a shell that hit the opposite side, but an aerial bomb with an extremely high reload factor! I don't know how many tons of water went into the bow of the ship, but one thing is certain: if he doesn't escape, this cold and biting sea of ice will be the burial place for him and the whole crew!

At Ellis's command, the Suffolk began to release a smoke screen in an attempt to turn away, but unfortunately, the flames from her bow were too tall and eye-catching. After the next two rounds of artillery fire, the Bismarck kept firing at the Suffolk, especially when the Tirpitz shot gradually accurately, and the British officers and men suddenly fell into a hellish situation. However, seeing the surrounding sea raging and the waves mixed with shrapnel swept over the deck like a torrential rain, the 13,500-ton ship was as fragile and weak as a flat boat in a tsunami, and could only use four 203-mm guns in the tail to make a weak and pitiful resistance.

"General Tovey is going to exchange fire with such an enemy, I'm afraid there is no other way than to rely on torpedoes!" Inside the Commander Tower, Ellis listened to the report of the damage management force in horror, and there was an irrepressible panic on his face.

The hit shot just now completely destroyed the front main gun at the same time, it also tore through a large section of the waterline steel plate, and now the bow of the ship has exceeded 800 tons of water, and it is still not controlled. Not only did the enemy ship's shells explode with great power, but also the shrapnel penetrated so much that ordinary watertight bulkheads were almost infallible in front of them, which made it extremely difficult to plug the leaks. Ellis now regrets that he didn't pull the smoke out of the first moment it was illuminated, but who would have thought that the Germans' gunnery would be so terrifying?

The battleship was up and down, as if the sharp screech of the train coming at high speed came again, and before Ellis could react, there was a shaking of the mountain under his feet, and he was directly lifted into the air. At the moment when his line of sight was level with the observation window, Ellis saw a picture that made him tremble and despair: in the cascading waves of red air, there was the wreckage of a thick chimney seven or eight meters long, which flew out from the bow of the ship!

"Boiler room, it's over......" Ellis had one last thought in his mind just before he smashed his head into the bulkhead and fell unconscious.

"The Suffolk is completely destroyed, and the report will fight until the last bullet. Order all ships to enter the first level of combat alert and avenge the warriors of Britain! ”

Inside the Commander of the Hood, Tovey's waist was straight, and his face was full of desperate determination. The people around them agreed, staring at the front to observe the thick night sky outside the window. According to the last telegram sent back by the Suffolk, the German ships were less than 25 nautical miles away from the group, and it only took another 20 minutes to intercept the enemy's advance from diagonal direction. The first shell had already been loaded into the fleet's hundreds of sea-facing guns of various calibers, and Nelson's Z-flag was flying high on the foremast of the Hood.

The hands ticked, and time seemed unusually long in the tense atmosphere, and I don't know how long it was before the outside of the Hood's radar screen finally lit up with a little white light. There was silence in the Command Tower, except for the radar detection parameters reported every minute from the intercom microphone. The two main turrets in front slowly adjusted their angles, filled with a suppressed and tense atmosphere, and the rolling white waves rushed across both sides of the bridge, clearly showing that the current Hood had driven at a high speed of more than 30 knots.

"The target's advance has slowed down, the distance is 16,000 yards (14.6 kilometers), and the bearing is 329!" The radar officer reported loudly. Tovey gritted his back molars and roared: "The destroyer fleet turns on the searchlight to search for the enemy aircraft carriers, and each ship gathers fire first in accordance with the regulations!" Don't destroy all German battleships tonight, never back down! ”(https:)

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