His opponent should be the "Veneto" class battleship, this type of battleship has three triple 380 mm guns, and his "Paris Commune" battleship has four triple 305 mm L52 guns, and the "Veneto" class is barely capable of fighting.

The only question is that there was only one battleship of the "Paris Commune", and how many battleships did the Italians on the opposite side have? One? Two ships? Or three?

At this time, regardless of how many battleships the opposite "Italians" had, the Black Sea Fleet could only fight to the end and could not retreat.

Who made the battleship "Paris Commune" a "veteran ship" that began to serve at the end of 1914 and has been in service for 29 years now.

The maximum theoretical speed of this "old ship" is 23 knots, and after 29 years of service, it cannot run at this speed at all because of the aging of parts due to "old age and decay".

At a speed of more than 20 knots, in the face of the enemy's cutting-edge battleship, it will not be able to run away no matter what, and can only make a final desperate resistance, striving to be able to kill a few more enemies before being sunk.

With the determination to sink with the ship, and with the belief that the "Paris Commune" would be a place of burial, Vice Admiral Okgabrisky commanded the fleet to respond calmly to the battle and make the last resistance.

Four turrets, 12 305 mm guns fired non-stop, firing shells at the enemy in the distance.

The light of the fire from the bow guns and the fierce roar that came into the bridge round after round made the vice admiral's blood boil, especially when he saw a large enemy battleship in the distance being hit, and the narrow hull was covered in billowing black smoke.

"We've hit it, keep firing at it, we've got to sink it." The lieutenant general shouted excitedly.

As soon as the lieutenant general's excited shouts exited, he saw two tall white water columns rising from the bow of the "Paris Commune".

A cloud of fire carrying black smoke rose from the foredeck of the battleship, and a violent vibration was transmitted to the conning tower, forcing the lieutenant general to have to

Hold on to the railing to steady yourself.

Soon, the report of the damage management department reached the bridge, and the A turret was pierced by the enemy's armor-piercing shells, and the turret could not turn and temporarily lost its combat effectiveness.

Having lost one turret, the "Paris Commune" lost three main guns, leaving only nine 305-mm guns that could still fight.

At this time, a shocking news reached the bridge of the ship.

"The enemy on the opposite side is not Italians, but Germans. The opposing side had two battleships, which were supposed to be of the Bismarck class. ”

German? Why did the fleet of the Germans appear here?

What kind of rubbish information does that damn submarine provide?

The lieutenant general cursed in his heart, but quickly adjusted his mentality.

I mean, when did the Italians become so brave and warlike? It turned out that he recognized the wrong person.

No matter who the enemy is on the opposite side, treat them equally in front of the naval guns of the Black Sea Fleet.

The remaining nine 305-mm guns on the battleship "Paris Commune" stubbornly continued to fight, however, while Vice Admiral Okgabrisky was engrossed in staring at the starboard side of the battleship and directing the fleet to fight, in the direction of the starboard side of the battleship, in the darkness beyond the light coverage of the flares, a battleship ghostly pierced through the darkness, stepped on a light "step", and rushed to the port side of the battleship "Paris Commune" at a very high speed.

It was the light cruiser "Sipione Africano" commanded by Lieutenant Commander Russo, the flagship of the Italian transport fleet, who bravely rushed to the battleship "Paris Commune".

Under the command of the quick-witted Lieutenant Commander Russo, at a super-high speed of 40 knots, the light cruiser "Sipione Africano" made a big circle, went around the back of the Black Sea Fleet and rushed straight to the battleship "Paris Commune".

Inside the bridge, Lieutenant Colonel Russo's eyes stared directly at the giant ship in the distance, and his eyes shot a bloodthirsty light.

Be witty when you should be witty, take risks when you should take risks, this is the style of a naval officer.

Only now, Lieutenant Commander Russo was faced with a very awkward situation, he did not think that the slender 135mm guns on the light cruiser he was on could cause any fatal damage to the battleships in the distance.

Forced into desperation, he chose an extremely risky tactic.

Rush up and take him out with a torpedo.

At this critical moment, the naval artillery is a bad seed, and the torpedo is a hero!

The captain who dares to use torpedoes in hand-to-hand combat is the real tough guy.

The light cruiser "Sipione Africano", in which Lieutenant Commander Russo was riding, had just burst out of the darkness when it was spotted by the nervous crew on the port side of the battleship "Paris Commune".

Soon, the sirens of the port side spotting the enemy ship spread throughout the battleship "Paris Commune", and eight 120-mm secondary guns on the port side opened fire one after another, intending to intercept the light cruiser approaching at high speed.

One shell after another fell on the sea around the light cruiser, and Lieutenant Commander Russo turned a blind eye to the sight of the battleship "Paris Commune".

During the charge, the two 135-mm twin main guns in the bow of the light cruiser "Sipione Affricano" opened fire one after another, and under the command of Lieutenant Commander Russo, the shells were fired at the buildings on the deck of the "Paris Commune", and the tall boilers were the preferred targets.

An armor-piercing shell hit the No. 1 boiler room near the bow, piercing the fragile chimney in half, and billowing black smoke billowed out of the bullet hole and enveloped the middle of the battleship.

Not having time to admire the majestic posture of the "Paris Commune", Lieutenant Colonel Russo shouted: "Release the torpedo······ ······ to release torpedoes"

The torpedo room in the bow of the battleship received an order to open fire, two quadruple torpedo tubes opened fire one after another, and eight 533-mm torpedoes rushed out of the launch tubes and rushed to the port side of the battleship "Paris Commune" with a white trail.

Sensing the approaching danger, the battleship "Paris Commune" made an emergency left turn, but avoided only five torpedoes, three of which hit the ship's amidships and the hull of the left rear side one after another.

The aging battleship, despite its double-decker hull to protect against torpedo and mine damage, was unable to resist torpedo strikes.

The fragile armor of the portside waterline section, which was only 230 mm, was torpedoed like a piece of paper with three wounds of about 4 x 4 meters, and the sea water poured into the hull, and the tall battleship soon leaned heavily to the left.

It's over, it's all over!

Feeling the vibration of the torpedo hitting the hull, Lieutenant Admiral Okgabrisky lamented in his heart.

This old battleship, which had a full load displacement of only about 25,000 tons, could not withstand torpedo damage at all, and the combat career of the battleship "Paris Commune" has now entered the countdown.

"General, let's transfer." Adjutant Major Kurbsky said eagerly.

"I'm not going anywhere, this is my grave. I'm going back to my bedroom and going to spend my last days. You're still young, run for your life, and leave me alone. ”

After speaking, the vice admiral turned to the captain of the "Paris Commune" and said: "Order, transfer the command of the fleet to the 'Voroshilov', you continue to persist in the battle, and if the damage management fails, remember to give the order to abandon ship in time." ”

"General, don't worry, I will accompany you soon." The captain said

Vice Admiral Okgabrisky nodded gloomily to the captain, turned and let go of the railing, stepped on the heavily left-leaning floor, and staggered towards the hatch.

Seeing that he was about to reach the hatch, a violent tremor came from the soles of his feet without warning, and the lieutenant general's body flew out involuntarily, and his right forehead slammed into the hard wall.

It was dark, and the lieutenant general lost consciousness.

After finally getting up from the left-leaning floor, the adjutant, Major Kurbsky, barely stood firm, and was a little overwhelmed when he saw the lieutenant general fainting to the side.

"Take the lieutenant general away, run for your life, the battleship will not be able to support it, and it will be too late to leave."

"However, he said that he would live and die with the battleship·····" Major Kurbsky said.

"Now that you have the final say, take the vice admiral and transfer to other warships, maybe there is hope."

Hearing the captain's shout, Major Kurbsky also noticed that the angle of the battleship was getting bigger and bigger, and immediately stopped talking nonsense, and hurriedly set up the unconscious Vice Admiral Okgabrisky with a staff officer and escaped from the bridge.

Having just stepped onto the deck, on the port side of the battleship, the sailors huddled in a heap, operating a crane to lower a lifeboat to the surface.

"Let the general go first, let the general go first." Major Kurbsky, wielding a pistol, and his staff officers forced their way into the crowd, squeezed a road, stuffed the lieutenant general into a lifeboat, and jumped on it himself.

The lifeboat was then lowered to the surface by a steel cable, and without being urged, the sailors on board rowed their oars to steer the lifeboat away from the battleship.

In the midst of the pent-up tension, and not knowing how far the lifeboat had rowed, Major Kurbsky suddenly heard an unprecedented explosion behind him.

Looking back, the battleship "Paris Commune" was almost lying on its side on the sea, and the central rear orientation was broken in two.

"Ammunition depot, it should be the ammunition depot that exploded······"