Chapter 331: Thunder (6)

The artillery fire broke through the air and roared, the light and flames burst into the sky, and there were constantly towering silver-white water columns rising from the sea surface, which was as spectacular and dazzling as a divine war. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 The scene of the iron-blooded duel between large-caliber heavy artillery and armored steel reminds people of the Battle of Jutland 24 years ago, which gathered all the elites of the British and German navies: although the lineup and total tonnage of the two warring sides today are far from their peaks, the final victory and significance of this battle will also directly affect the future and destiny of the two world-class industrial powers of Britain and Germany!

"Boom!" There was another violent tremor from the Bismarck's hull, and a huge explosion sounded like a Poseidon drum hitting the eardrums of all German sailors. This time, without the need for a report from the damage management department, Captain Lindemann saw an overwhelming wave of fire burst out from the front of the B turret, and even inside the 400-millimeter-thick conning tower, the high temperature and air waves rushing through the observation port still made Lindeman's breath choke and the pain was uncontrollable.

This was the 11th shell hit by the Bismarck, and this shell was the masterpiece of the Queen Elizabeth-class ship behind the Rodney by the firing node. By the time it entered the effectiveness phase, the Queen-class battleship had already made seven direct hits in 14 salvos, with an additional four close misses from the German ship's perimeter explosion. Considering that the distance between the two sides is still 17,000 meters, this is definitely an excellent hit rate, and the Bismarck relies on a rangefinder with a baseline of 14 meters and the latest shooting machine computer, which is only at this level in daily training!

Viewed from the air, the German naval flagship, which had been handsome before the battle, had become as miserable as a newcomer coming out of a felony prison. The deck and bridge were littered with charred remnants of fractures: the hull was cracked and rolled up, the interior was in shambles, and the red flames raged and raged, and the thick black smoke produced rose to a height of more than 1,000 meters. Braving blazing flames and deadly smoke, the soldiers struggled through the crumbling and ruined chambers; The ground was sometimes wet and sticky, with slippery foreign objects on the soles of your feet - none other than the undried blood of fallen sailors, and broken tissues and organs!

Below the waterline, the Bismarck did not hold intact either. A 406-mm shell from the Rodney did not roll unsteadily when it hit the surface of the water due to its small landing angle, but formed a directional underwater projectile like a torpedo. After traveling more than 50 meters in the water, the shell plunged headlong into the port side of the Bismarck 7 meters below the water, and effortlessly pierced the outer 12 mm thick hull.

At this time, the double-layer TDS structure designed by Fang Yan with the best of history played a vital role in resisting the shell from entering the core module: the outer layer of medium-thick armor blocked the armor-piercing projectile that had been seriously stalled, and did not even use the inner sheet to absorb the blast energy and shrapnel. After this was supposed to be a fatal blow to the main generator room, the Bismarck was only filled with more than 600 tons of water and lost about 200 tons of fuel oil.

At the same time, thanks to her light armor belts covering the end and end, the shrapnel from the British near-miss shells was almost completely ineffective against the buoyancy consumption of her reserves; The Bismarck, which had been bombed by 11 bombs, had less than 1,000 tons of water intake at this time, and the core module was still operating at full capacity.

"It was reported that the hydraulic pitching machines of guns No. 2 and No. 3 in turret B were damaged by the explosion. At present, the mechanic is working hard to repair it, and it is expected to be completed in 20 minutes. As soon as he recovered from the air waves, Lindemann heard the report from the damage management department in the intercom. Lindemann was shocked when he heard this, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or anxious. Fortunately, this shell did not penetrate the 70+330 mm stripping cap armor combination on the front of the ship's main turret, and hundreds of people in the entire gun crew survived; However, the anxiety was that the shell detonated after the failure to penetrate, and the energy aftermath of its action on the turret still caused considerable damage.

Everybody knows that the pitch mechanism of the gun is broken, which means that it cannot be aimed at the target by adjusting the elevation angle, and the hit rate is straight to zero. At this time, it was the white-hot stage of the artillery battle between the two sides, and the main gun fire of the Bismarck was reduced by two, which was definitely quite unfavorable for her combat goal of destroying the Rodney!

In a hurry, Lindemann grabbed another microphone connected to the central fire control room and said loudly: "Otto boy, can you give me a careful aim at the British warship on the opposite side?" Now you've only hit a total of 4 shots on the opposite side, so I'll get all the forms of training back! ”

"Bismarck's firepower has finally weakened!" Seeing the seven roaring surging silver pillars rising in front of the side of the ship, Forbes breathed a long sigh of relief and almost cried with joy. The two sides have been fighting for less than 15 minutes, but Forbes feels like hell for half a month; Every wave of giant shells from the German ship came at angrily, and Forbes frantically crossed his chest asking God forbid, not to hit the core compartment of the Rodney, especially the ammunition depot.

What made Forbes even more anxious was that the German battleship, with its high speed of its guns, seemed to be strong in defense: the ship and the Warrior had hit each other more than 10 rounds in total, and the latter did not have the momentum to lose its strength. Now, Forbes has finally seen some glimmers of victory: as long as the ship and the Warrior work harder and really beat each other to the bone, he can let the cruiser take the destroyer to collect the head!

As he longed for a better future, Forbes found another volley of enemy ships in the distance. At a distance of 17,000 meters, the huge light of the 450-mm cannon when it fires is particularly dazzling and dazzling. Raising his binoculars and staring up, Forbes was even able to lock on to the high-speed cannonballs with his naked eye: they were like black wine bottles in the distant sky, flying like lightning in a parabolic line with terrifying kinetic energy.

However, although the shells can be seen visually, this does not mean that the warship can effectively evade them by maneuvering - after all, no one can determine the specific landing point of the shells from a long distance, and there is no point in moving around. And when the shells are close, it's too late to turn the rudder: you haven't even passed the inherent reaction time of the warship's rudder, and the opponent's cannonball is already riding in the face. Therefore, except for a very few special circumstances, warships have their eyes closed in the face of incoming shells, and if they really want to be hit, they will not be able to die, and there is no need to mention anything else.

Twenty seconds later, Forbes heard the familiar screech of the cannonball's fall; It is like the howl of a terrible ghost, in a hysterical madness that wants to take the lives of the living. After a while, Forbes' pupils suddenly contracted violently, and a cannonball flew like a comet, and the end of its falling route was actually the area where he was!

"It's really going to be over this time......" At the moment when he squatted down with his head in his hands, Forbes subconsciously had this thought in his mind.