"Oh my god, kill a destroyer as soon as you come up?" German Major General Rutte's eyes widened, with a look of disgust on his face. To be honest, if it were replaced by their Bismarck battleship, in terms of power, it could indeed sink the destroyer in an instant. But the problem is that the accuracy is not very good, so it is really more accurate than this salvo. The ability to hit and kill a destroyer is not that powerful. Especially when he watched the opponent easily take out one of the opponent's destroyers with just such a salvo, not to mention the jealousy in Major General Rutte's heart, it was very satisfying. You know, the German army also really wants to improve their shooting skills, but how can this thing be successfully trained in a day or two? It takes a long time of accumulation, continuous practice, and exploration to slowly improve your accuracy. "With a 380mm main gun and armor-piercing projectiles, this is simply massacre." The adjutant next to him also looked envious and couldn't help but exclaimed. In their hearts, the cannon is the symbol of the battleship. Although their own battleships are also equipped with 380mm naval guns, the huge gun body is quite scary when it is swung there, but the hit rate is not good. It can only be used to scare people. "Rear Admiral, don't be envious, I believe our warships can also reach this level." The adjutant said quickly to cheer up, trying to comfort the somewhat disappointed Rear Admiral Lutte. After hearing this, Major General Rutte said nothing, but still stared at the Richelieu battleship in the distance that was pouring out its anger, with a trace of unwillingness and expectation in his eyes, looking forward to when the battleship on his side would also What an outstanding performance. At this time, the entire Gibraltar was shrouded in smoke and was being bombarded by German and French warships. Under the attack of the cannons of the battleships, Gibraltar seemed like a trembling poor creature, unable to fight back.
"Where are the coastal defense guns? How come they never fight back?" The British Governor watched helplessly as a destroyer was sunk. He was so anxious that he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Your Majesty the Governor, part of the coastal defense artillery was blown up immediately, and the remaining coastal defense artillery did not dare to fight back." The chief of staff next to him explained bitterly, with a look of helplessness on his face. You know, the most important defensive force in the Strait of Gibraltar is coastal defense artillery. In the past, it was the large number of coastal defense artillery, with rows of black muzzles pointed at the sea, that kept the fleets of the four nations from taking a step too easily. But this time, from the beginning, the four fleets focused their firepower on the shore defense artillery. Although there are many coastal defense guns hidden inside the rock mountain, some of which even have a caliber exceeding 300mm, their power is quite impressive. But the key problem is that the backup generator set has not been repaired yet. You can't let the coastal defense artillery fire artillery shells by manual loading, right? Those large-caliber coastal defense artillery ammunition are all packed in separate packages. One warhead alone weighs almost half a ton. If you just rely on manpower to stuff such a big thing into the gun barrel, wouldn't everyone be exhausted? Therefore, when coastal defense artillery is usually fired, electricity is required to drive the hoist and load the ammunition. After all, it’s not just about firing one shell and it’s over. You have to keep shooting for a long time. After all, manpower is limited. Once you fall down from fatigue, you won’t be able to carry the heavy ammunition, let alone the heavy ammunition. As for things like explosive packs, basically every time a shell is fired, everyone has to suffer so much that they are so tired that they fall over. "Asshole, where are the coastal defense guns in Yanshan? Why didn't they fire?" The British Governor was so angry that he shouted with a red face. The caliber of Yanshan's coastal defense gun is 356mm. This gun can definitely tear apart the defense of the battleship. This is why the British Governor is excited. "The battery hasn't come yet. Just rely on manual loading and you won't be able to fire as soon as you finish firing." The chief of staff explained in a low voice, with a sense of grievance in his voice. He was also anxious, but there was no battery. Indeed, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Hearing this, the British Governor's face was filled with black lines, and he could only roar angrily: "Trash, a bunch of trash, shit, haven't you repaired the backup generator yet?" He paced back and forth there, anxious but indifferent. way. "No matter what, fire immediately, reload manually, as many rounds as you can." The governor gritted his teeth and said harshly. He didn't care about so much at the moment. He couldn't just wait for a beating. "Yes!" The coastal defense artillery officer who received the order also had a black line on his face, and he was complaining in his heart. Manual loading would not exhaust them to death. However, they also understand that the current situation is really critical. If the electricity still does not come, the defenses on Yanshan's side may be breached, and the consequences will be disastrous. "Order, reload manually." The officer gave the order bravely.
The artillerymen waiting on the side were stunned for a moment. You looked at me and I looked at you, and they were a little at a loss. However, the military orders were overwhelming, and they still had to bite the bullet and carry out the orders, so everyone went shirtless and used all their strength to shake the winch. The scene was very strenuous to watch. "Asshole, the electricity hasn't come yet." After a few shakes, a soldier couldn't help but rub his sore shoulders and cursed. "These **** haven't fixed it yet." Another soldier also complained. Everyone was feeling angry, tired and angry. "Stop talking and keep shaking." The British sergeant scolded from the side. Although he was very tired himself, he could only urge everyone to continue working hard. Everyone was sweating profusely, and the sweat was dripping down their bodies like rain. Finally, after everyone worked together and exhausted all their efforts, the heavy warhead was stuffed into the barrel of the gun, followed by the medicine bag. This medicine pack can be divided into several types: full charge, half charge, strong charge, etc. Anyway, an artilleryman has to learn a lot, from loading ammunition to adjusting various elements, and then to the final Launching requires proficiency in every aspect. It’s no wonder that illiterate people cannot learn artillery. This artillery job is tiring and complicated, and it does require a certain reserve of knowledge and skills. This is why artillery is so popular in the army. "Target, Richelieu-class battleship." After taking a long time, he finally stuffed the medicine bag into the gun barrel. The gunner wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to everyone. "Adjust Zhuyuan!" "Adjusting!" "Adjustment completed!" "emission!" Following the order, the coastal defense artillery roared and the shells roared out. Although the momentum of the launch was quite high, the accuracy was somewhat poor. The shells directly missed the target and flew towards the sea not far away with a "swish". "Boom!" A huge explosion sounded on the sea, causing high splashes of water. Many tuna instantly floated on the sea. They were frightened and jumped around on the sea. They were also frightened by the sudden explosion. arrive. "Damn, it's a coastal defense gun, with a caliber of more than 300 mm according to visual inspection." The observer on the battleship Richelieu roared loudly when he saw the power of the explosion. While roaring, he stared nervously at the rock mountain, ready to watch at any time Prepare for shells that may come again. "Target Yanshan, raise your head and shoot at Zhu Yuan." Marshal Darlan stood in the command position and said calmly, with a cold look in his eyes, preparing to counterattack Yanshan's coastal defense artillery. They must not be allowed to do so easily. It poses a threat to the warships on his side. … "Come on, Gibraltar is ahead." The German colonel stood on the bumpy truck, staring at the looming rocky mountains in the distance, with a trace of uncontrollable excitement on his face, and yelled at the top of his voice. . This journey is really not easy. The road condition in Spain is really bad. Not only are there potholes, but they are also full of rocks and pits. When the truck is driving on such a road, the shock absorption effect is not very good. Every time it passes a pothole, the body of the truck shakes up and down violently, and it feels like it will knock people apart. Moreover, the seat was still hard and made the **** hurt. The colonel felt as if his **** was no longer his own. But looking at the infantry on foot behind them, the situation is even worse. The trucks were commandeered by the commandos, so they could only run forward on two legs. Although they are all elite divisions and well-trained on weekdays, their manpower is limited after all, and the journey is so long. Running for a long time is too much for even their iron-clad bodies. "Follow everyone, don't fall behind. Anyone who falls behind will be shot immediately." Behind the team, the officer responsible for supervising the battle shouted at the top of his lungs. The voice was particularly harsh in the marching team. At this time, he had already taken off his stiff military uniform, and even unbuttoned several buttons of his shirt, with his arms open, looking extremely hot.
If you look at him from a distance now, he looks just like a group of bandits. There is no trace of the majestic image of an officer. "Sir, I can't walk anymore, I'm too tired." A soldier in the team shouted feebly. His steps became heavier and heavier, and every step he took seemed to use up all his strength. "Sir, let us rest for a while." Several more soldiers echoed, their faces full of exhaustion and helplessness, and their eyes showing the desire for rest. "Yes, sir, let's take a rest." More soldiers responded. Everyone was really tired. The feeling of this armed forced march was really unpleasant. At this moment, a straggler recruit fell to the ground like a log and shouted loudly: "I'm too tired." At this moment, he really didn't have any strength at all. He just wanted to lie down on the ground and take a good rest. He thought that even if it was just for a short rest, he really didn't want to run anymore. This armed forced march is really too tiring. Although each person carries not much ammunition, they can't bear the long distance and long running. My legs have long been sore and weak, and I feel that time is no longer my own. Who can bear it for a long time? "Hurry up and run for me. We are the National Defense Forces. We are the most elite troops. We can bleed, but we can't say we are tired. Stand up." The supervising officer behind him saw the new soldier falling to the ground and rushed forward with a sprint. He walked over, dragged the recruit who fell to the ground, and said angrily. He couldn't tolerate his soldiers giving up so easily. In his eyes, as an elite unit of the National Defense Force, they should have a will of steel. How could they lie down just because they were tired? Unfortunately, no matter how hard he dragged or roared, it had no effect at all. The recruit was still lying on the ground like a dead pig, unwilling to get up. He just looked at the supervising officer angrily, with a hint of stubbornness and dissatisfaction in his eyes. "Asshole, trash, we are an elite force, not a second-line garrison. You worthless trash, get up quickly. If you don't get up, get out of here and go to the second-line force." The war supervisor officer was so angry that his face turned red, and he fiercely He kicked the new soldier twice and roared angrily. He felt that this new recruit was simply embarrassing the elite troops. It was so shameful. "What are you looking at? Do you want to beat me up? Then stand up like a man. This is war, not playing house. Come and follow the team." The war supervising officer glared at the recruit and said viciously. "If you want to beat me, then follow me. A waste like you will never beat me in this life." After the war supervisor glanced at the recruits who were still lying on the ground, he felt angry and finally decided to give up on these recruits. He thought to himself that it would be better to eliminate these weak-willed guys now than to let them go to the battlefield and die. If this happens on the battlefield, not only will the enemy show off his achievements, but he will also have to pay a large pension. "Son of a bitch, these are a bunch of trash. I don't know how the reserve force recruited these people. They can't last even a hundred kilometers. Such people are worthy of joining the elite army." The war supervising officer muttered as he walked. , full of disdain and anger. In fact, although they are pure infantry, they also have their own pride. Who says infantry must have poor combat effectiveness? As long as they have a firm will and tenacious fighting spirit, they can also achieve amazing results on the battlefield. This 100-kilometer journey will pass if you grit your teeth and persevere, but there are still many people who just don't want to go on, which is really annoying and hateful. The reason why we have to travel a distance of more than 100 kilometers is because there are no trains in Spain. The reason is also very simple, that is, he does not want the British army to misunderstand. Although they agreed to the German army's proposal, they would join the German army as long as they captured Gibraltar. But the premise is that they will not provide any help. In short, just one sentence, you can take advantage of it, but don't try to drag us into the water. Only after you actually win it will they consider real cooperation.
The Germans had no good solution for this. They had no choice but to accept it, so after entering the designated location in Spain, they had no choice but to get off the train and head towards Gibraltar. (End of chapter)