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Jung Weber, Colonel of the Imperial German Navy, November 4, 1944 - November 12, 1944 (death in action)

"Where is my tmd?" Zhang Qi covered his head, curled his body into a ball, huddled tightly behind a seaplane catapult that had been blown up, and did not dare to stick out even a little bit of his body.

It's definitely the ghost of that stupid system. Otherwise, how could I have been sitting on a warm and comfortable private plane one second before and suddenly appeared in this ghost place the next second.

The whistling of the fighter jets and the screams of the bombs were mixed with the random firing of antiaircraft artillery and the screams of the sailors on board. A depth charge exploded in the sea area on the right front side, and in a terrified scream, several men dragging water pipes to rescue the damaged turret behind Zhang Qi were swept directly into the sea by the strong wind.

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, Zhang Qi cautiously stuck out half of his head and began to observe the battleship carefully.

8 4 double-mounted artillery, the visual diameter should be more than 300 mm, the length of the hull is about 250 meters, and the obvious radar antenna can be observed.

"This is World War II"?

Just when he was puzzled, a Lancaster flying in the sky loosened the hook of the bomb, and a "goblet" relied on its own inertia to draw a beautiful arc in the sky, straight. Straight hit the mantlet of a turret. Fortunately, the thick armor and German meticulous craftsmanship allowed the bomb, which was enough to turn the battleship into an active volcano, to bounce off at a tricky angle. But more unfortunately, the bomb flew towards Zhang Qi's face at the speed of a bullet.

The physical fitness of mixed races is much higher than that of normal humans, but this does not mean that they can easily dodge bullets.

Oh, except for a certain vengeful goddess.

Zhang Qi only had time to show a terrified expression when a bomb was called on his face.

The "Goblet" passed through his head at a speed of 250 meters per second, and fell into the sea water under the side string with a thud.

Mission refresh: "The Spectator"

Mission: Bystander

Tip: You are in a quantum state now, so don't worry about being suffocated by bombs.

A string of green Chinese characters suddenly popped up in front of him, Zhang Qi blinked his eyes slightly uncomfortable, and couldn't help laughing at the warm reminder in the last line.

"You said it earlier"... Zhang Qi, who jumped up and jumped on the deck, patted the non-existent dust with his hands, and said with lingering fears.

The bomb just now can leave a psychological shadow on him for a lifetime.

"Boom"! Another goblet, the bomb smashed through the thick armor and detonated the ammunition depot. The No. 3 turret was deformed in the flames like plasticine in the hands of a giant, and with a loud noise, countless fragments mixed with the stumps of the sailors were thrown into the air. Cries, shouts, and calls for help were endless. In the eyes of bystanders, there were only two colors left in the whole world: the gray black that was splashing everywhere and the dazzling bright red mixed with it.

A surviving arm fell to Zhang Qi's feet, and the watch pointer under the broken glass on his wrist pointed to 9:40.

"The damage control report shows that the ammunition exploded in the No. 3 turret, and the fire is spreading in an all-round way."

"The left string was hit by the bomb, and the engine room has lost power."

"The generator is damaged"...

Jung Weber clung to the combat conference table with both hands, his knuckles pale from the force, and his eyes focused on a small box on the table.

In the narrow coffin-like bridge, countless people focused their attention on his face. Some people's faces are blackened, some people's faces are bloody, and many people have been neatly placed on the deck ~www.readwn.com~ The dazzling golden eagle on the cap badge is so dim at this time. The Iron Cross, which originally symbolized supreme glory, burned his chest like a red-hot iron. Jung Weber had never felt so afraid of the eyes of his crew.

After a long time, he sighed.

"All Abandon Ship".

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The expected scene of countless crew members fighting for a lifeboat did not appear.

That's because the people on the battleship are almost dead, and the small boat that was not enough for everyone to evacuate now appears to be extremely empty. The faces of the sailors had lost their fear and turned to numbness and sluggishness. The surviving people sat silently on the boat, watching the distant warship that symbolized the glory of the German Empire sinking slowly.

"Please evacuate with us, Colonel." The chief engineer who lost his left arm was begging bitterly, and at the same time frantically pounded the door glass of the conning tower with his only remaining right arm.

"Keep the little box I gave you, Sergeant Clifford Holder." Jung Weber, who had put on a brand new military uniform, smiled and saluted the old chief engineer through the glass, and then drew his pistol from his waist.

Clifford Holder walked down the conning tower in despair, and there was an inaudible gunshot behind him.

Sitting on the evacuated lifeboat, the aged chief engineer opened the small box in his hand, which contained a brand new Iron Cross, First Class.

With a bang, the battleship in the distance was completely upside down in the water, and then slowly sank under the Norwegian waters.

"Sister, I'm here to accompany you"...

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