The icy sea water poured into the Hood's cabin from the hole, and the three Yarrow heavy oil boilers that were roaring and burning burst their pipes one after another, and the steam jetted into the sky; A dozen British stokers screamed, their flesh was charred and cracked, and after a moment they staggered to the ground, swallowed up by the howling waves that swept over.

The waves were rolling and quickly filled the wide boiler room nearly 4 stories high, but only a few members of the damage management team of the Hood came to the rescue, because just over half a minute after the No. 2 boiler room was damaged, another water bullet thundered through the TDS armor of the engine room dozens of meters away, and there was a violent explosion that shook the whole ship. When the double-decker bottom of the Hood landed, a twisted hole of more than ten square meters was torn out by the air waves, and the surrounding bulkheads were also broken and burst away like mud and paper paste. The surging waves seemed to burst the embankment in an angry tide, and its terrifying momentum made the British damage management team members who rushed to the scene pale, and almost immediately had the urge to abandon the ship and escape!

There was a thrilling tearing sound from inside the Hood of the "Glara ......", and the massive hull rapidly decreased in speed and began to tilt slowly towards starboard. Cannonballs thundered like lightning against her superstructure and the side of her deck, stirring up thousands of debris and flames. The frontal armor of the bow A turret was split by a huge projectile, and the violent explosion caused the entire turret to explode like a watermelon; The sturdy and towering rear mast collapsed with a bang, crushing the bridge below into a pile of debris. In less than five minutes, the 260-meter-long ship was in flames, and the waves easily soaked the aft deck and spread forward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Fire! Fire hard! "Bloody Commander Tari, Captain Cole roared almost hysterically, his eyes bloodshot and his teeth biting his lip to blood.

In the first few shots of the Hood, Cole was still trying his best to deploy damage control forces to contain the ship's injuries, but as more and more heavy shells thundered, the drastic deterioration of the damage made all salvage futile, and the soldiers' efforts could not keep up with the fraction of the damage caused by the German battleship. The power of the 450-millimeter bomb can split mountains and seas, and it can easily sweep thousands of cubic meters of cabin space; The shells exploded and the waves of air were reached, the steel was shattered, the sea water broke through the walls and poured wildly, and the flesh and blood were torn apart inch by inch and rushed away, like waves of wheat under the sickle harvested in pieces!

Faced with this situation, Cole no longer had the luxury of salvaging his ship. He had only one obsession, that is, before the Hood sank, he could pull the henchmen of the British Navy on the opposite side to be buried together!

"Boom!" Red light spewed into the sky, and the remaining four main guns of the Hood let out an unwilling roar like a trapped beast, and the port side hull of the Bismarck exploded with thousands of fragments, and the flames rushed wildly. However, both in terms of the destructive power of the air wave and the explosive flames generated, the 381-mm shell was much inferior to the 450-mm shell. At this time, although the Bismarck was hit by 11 large-caliber shells, a quarter of the power was lost, and only 4 main guns were still usable, the total amount of water entering the ship was only more than 3,000 tons, and many of them were masterpieces of the Devonshire heavy cruise. The Hood, which had been hit by 14 shots, had been flooded with more than 8,000 tons of seawater, and the defeat was inevitably revealed.

In contrast to Cole's anger and anxiety, Tovey was always calmly observing the battlefield. The Hood's decline was entirely unexpected, and even Tovey was somewhat glad that his ship's ammunition depot had not been visited by German shells. Tovey was waiting for the last chance to turn the tide with a torpedo on the Dewenshire Heavy Cruiser ahead.

At this time, after nearly ten minutes of close combat to the flesh, the open-air unarmored area of the German battleship had been seriously damaged, especially the rapid-fire fire of the British heavy cruiser had washed the upper deck of the enemy ship, and the soldiers who stayed in the open-air anti-aircraft gun position were almost completely killed and wounded. In such a situation, the enemy's ability to react to torpedoes is bound to be greatly reduced, because the number of people watching the sea has dropped sharply. If the Devonshire can seize an opportunity for the opponent to be shot and the view is blocked, it will be very likely to be fatal with one blow!

As the Hood opened fire, a huge fireball suddenly exploded from the bow of the Bismarck, and the hot air wave instantly ignited a large amount of combustibles in the nearby sailors' cabins, causing the flames and smoke to rush more and more violently. Seeing this scene, Tovey did not hesitate any longer, and immediately shouted: "This ship has torpedoed and ordered the Devonshire to shoot later!" ”

"Phew!" The high-pressure air roared sharply, and two thick torpedoes burst out of the opening of the upper armor belt on the starboard side of the Hood, and the water sprayed out on the sea surface, and then a white track appeared more than 100 meters away. Due to the shrapnel on the deck, only a few of the German sailors who suffered heavy casualties were left to hold on, and it was not until the torpedo was less than 500 meters away from the Bismarck that there was a shout of surprise from the deck. In an instant, the ship's alarm bell sounded, and the sailors who were close to the direction of the torpedo rushed desperately behind them; Lindemann calmly ordered the steering room to fill to the left immediately, and the damaged ship began to slowly glide in an arc.

Seeing the torpedo spewing bubbles through the water less than 20 meters to starboard, Lindemann's hanging heart finally let go, and he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat oozing from his forehead. The situation of the night scuffle is indeed very different from the situation of the daytime artillery battle, and the torpedo of the capital ship, which was almost ineffective, is very likely to become a sharp cold arrow to change the situation on the field. However, the Hood's final struggle ended there. Lindemann knew very well that even if the enemy ship was equipped with an expensive and complex torpedo reloading mechanism, the next wave of torpedoes would not be launched earlier than 5 minutes, and the ship could have resumed its original course during this time and inflicted heavy blows with its main guns!

Under Lindemann's command, the blazing Bismarck began to return to normal. However, due to the inertia generated by the left full rudder just now, the giant ship continued to sail to the left for dozens of seconds before it re-launched a surging wave on the starboard bow. As the flame in the bow of the ship gradually shifted, Lindemann suddenly saw a few silver threads swimming like lightning in the sea near ahead. There was a surge in his brain, and his pupils involuntarily dilated rapidly in panic!

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! When the air suddenly exploded with three terrifying loud noises like thunder, the Bismarck's hull shook violently in the sky-high waves. The hull of the ship more than ten millimeters thick was shattered in an instant, and the high-pressure water waves mixed with countless fragments swept across the cabin, raging and invading every inch of space within the reach of energy. The underwater area in front of the Bismarck collapsed like a causeway, and in the blink of an eye, more than 1,000 tons of seawater were poured in; The parts other than the TDS armor of the amidships were also blown to pieces, and a large number of watertight compartments were destroyed, and thick oil stains suddenly appeared on the sea.

Before the German sailors could recover from the sudden disaster, they struck them in the heart with a heavy blow. The heavy armor-piercing shell from the Hood slashed through the main armor at the A turret position, and the violent explosion reduced the ammunition-lifting equipment to a cloud of scrap metal, and the hot flames spilled through the holes into the shell magazine, burning the brass shells of each shell to a hot and red color. The gunner's commander urgently ordered the ammunition compartment to be filled with water, and the surging waves swallowed up more than 30 sailors who had not had time to evacuate, and the front deck of the Bismarck was less than 2 meters from the sea.

"Don't panic, she's far from sinking!" Hearing the damage reported by the damage management department, Lindeman exhaled and said loudly to reassure the officers beside him. The three torpedoes just now really caught him by surprise, but the damage caused was far from as heavy as he imagined: the two torpedoes that hit the amidships were almost perfectly blocked by the TDS, and the same as the torpedo in the bow of the ship, only the buoyancy of the reserve was lost. The Bismarck's core module was not shaken by enemy torpedoes in the slightest, and the real threat was the battered British battle cruiser 4 kilometers away.

Only now, the battleship could not afford too much damage. The Bismarck's intake has exceeded 6,000 tons, and the speed can only be maintained at 20 knots to avoid further flooding. Importantly, her underwater defenses had become ineffective under British underwater bombs and torpedoes, and if any more torpedoes hit the damaged area, the core module would have been in danger of being destroyed.

In the concerted efforts of the officers and men of the German ships, the newly excited mood of the British sailors fell to the bottom. With the repair of the hydraulic mechanism of the B turret, the Bismarck's firepower was restored to five, and the power of the giant armor-piercing shells shattered, tearing a large area of shocking damage on the already damaged hull of the Hood. The Hood tilted sharply to the right, the island was charred and twisted, and the waves easily rushed to the foredeck, smashing the inside of the only A turret that could still fire into a waterfall, and the scope was instantly destroyed and no longer usable.

"General, withdraw quickly, I will hold on with the warship until the last moment!" Amid the deafening explosion, Cole grimaced his gaze as he said his final goodbye to Tovey, who had tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth and turned his head a moment before walking briskly towards the still-intact transport boat on the port side. Tovey feared death, but by this time the Hood's radio and semaphore had gone out, and no orders from his commander could be communicated. For the sake of the next operation, Tovey had to say goodbye to his flagship and subordinates, and transferred to other warships to continue the fight.

The sea breeze was cold, and Tovey's face cracked like a crack, and after sailing more than 100 meters away from the Hood, he was finally able to get a glimpse of the current chaotic battlefield from the perspective of an onlooker. To his chagrin, the Prestige Cruiser was also beaten to pieces, and even if the flames of the two German ships opposite and behind her rose higher than the chimneys, it could not soothe Tovey's mood in the slightest. A few kilometers ahead, the battle between the light groups was still undecided: but the sharp-eyed Tovey could already see several fiery figures approaching the German battleship, which, judging by its course, was undoubtedly a British destroyer.

"Evil German, I don't believe you can withstand this wave of torpedoes!" Tovey flushed his face and roared in an almost beastly voice. However, after a few breaths, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a wall of fire rising in front of the hull of the Hood, which was no weaker than the surrounding water column......