Bismarck

Inside the hotel.

Bismarck's face turned red as he retracted his mental power.

"But Tizi, how can you be so skilled..."

Chapter 181: Filming and Books

The next morning, the photography crew left the hotel and headed for the naval port a few kilometers away. The Tirpitz, which had just returned from a battle, was quietly anchored in the port. Workers and sailors were busy coming and going, carrying out supplies and repairs.

The two buses stopped at the dock one after the other, and then Bismarck and Director Asilau got off the bus.

In the previous conversation, Asilau learned that the captain of Tirpitz was Bismarck's former first mate and they had a good relationship. He was originally worried that the filming would cause dissatisfaction to the captain, but now he was relieved. This way, the filming would go smoothly.

The two of them got out of the car and waited at the dock for a while, then saw a man and a woman getting off the boat.

The man was probably the captain of Tirpitz. In Arcilau's eyes, Lindemann was the standard image of a German soldier, serious and earnest. Of course, Arcilau didn't know that this was just Lindemann's pretending. He had no chance to see the funny look of Lindemann in private. The woman following behind the captain was extremely beautiful, with long pink hair and a dark short dress. Her curvy figure was not inferior to Bismarck.

However, the girl was obviously not as confident as Bismarck. She clasped her hands in front of her stomach and looked slightly at the ground, seemingly a little afraid of strangers.

Asilao watched the two of them coming down the gangway and couldn't help but go up to them.

"I'm the director assigned by the Propaganda Department this time. My name is Asilao. May I ask who you are?"

Asilao had already judged the identity of the visitor, but he still wanted to confirm it, as it would be embarrassing if he recognized the wrong person.

"Hello, Director. I am the captain of the Tirpitz, Lindemann."

"Hello, Captain Lindemann." Asilao smiled and extended his hand.

"Isn't your sister happy that she is here?" After exchanging greetings, Lindman turned to his own battleship and asked curiously.

Wasn't this little girl so happy to see Bismarck coming before? Why is she hiding behind me this time, looking so scared?

"She has done something wrong." Bismarck, who had been standing nearby, snorted lightly.

I must find the picture drawn by this little girl myself!

"Something you feel guilty about?" Lindemann asked doubtfully. Looking at Bismarck's depressed look and Tizi's gloomy expression, he felt that this was something between the two sisters and he felt embarrassed to get involved.

"Forget it, you two sisters, handle it yourselves." He said helplessly.

"Two sisters?" Asilao asked in surprise.

"Yes, my secretary is a sister of Bismarck." Lindemann smiled.

No wonder both of them have outstanding looks, they turned out to be sisters, Asilao suddenly realized.

"By the way, Director Asilao, if there is nothing else, I will go first. We have just returned to Hong Kong and have a lot of things to do..." Lindman said, looking at his watch.

"It's okay, it's okay, Captain Lindemann, go ahead and do your work." Asilao said quickly.

"How about this, I'll leave my secretary here, and you can ask her for help during the filming. She can basically help you solve any problem. I wish you a smooth filming." Lindeman said.

"Thank you for your support, Captain." Asilao said with a smile.

After Lindemann left, Acilao, who had been allowed to board the ship, went to ask everyone to move the equipment, leaving Bismarck and the Tirpitz sisters behind.

"Tizi, don't you have anything to say to me?" Bismarck snorted and approached the cautious Tizi.

"Ah? Sister, what did you say..." Tirpitz raised his head with an innocent look on his face, blinking his big "confused" eyes.

It seems that his sister is well aware of the principle of leniency for those who confess, but a life sentence. Bismarck smiled in his heart. Grape, who was pretending to be stupid, was really cute.

But you still have to look serious.

"Cough, cough." Bismarck coughed "seriously".

"Don't you know what I said? Don't play dumb." Bismarck confirmed that Tirpitz had sensed his mental power.

"Sister, you wronged me." The hamster blinked his eyes, dizzy and about to cry, "I really didn't draw a picture of you!"

"Hey, how did you know I was going to ask you about painting?" Bismarck snorted, "And you still say you don't know! I don't believe that you didn't know my spiritual power came yesterday. You are just quibbling."

"Sister, don't be angry." Seeing that he couldn't escape, Ti Zi immediately put on a smiling face and begged for mercy in Bismarck's ear in a coquettish voice.

But Bismarck didn't buy it. He crossed his arms and said, "You can draw my pictures. It's ok to just look at them yourself, but it's so revealing..." Bismarck blushed slightly. "What if Lindemann and the other crew members see it?"

"Lindemann is not an outsider..." Tirpitz said aggrievedly, then he looked up and saw Bismarck's staring almond eyes, and immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "Sister, I was wrong..."

"Put your head down!"

"Oh." Ti Zi said in a muffled voice and did as he was told.

"Ouch——" Soon she felt the hair on her head being pulled.

"This is your punishment for not listening!"

"Yes..." Although it was painful for Daimao to be pulled, when he thought that his sister was no longer angry, Tizi became happy again and started to talk happily around Bismarck.

"Ms. Bismarck, let's get started." Asilo, who had everything ready, came over and said.

"Okay," Bismarck nodded.

In order to cooperate with the shooting of promotional photos, Tirpitz also provided a lot of cooperating personnel. At least Lindemann picked out all the handsome crew members and put them at Asilau's disposal under the leadership of the deputy captain.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Bismarck?" Ti Zi's deputy captain watched with interest as the liaison officer from last time stood in the duty booth beside the gangway wearing "normal" clothes.

For this scene, Asilau mainly wanted to capture the sharp contrast between the towering hull of the Tirpitz and the people below, so Bismarck, as a model, and a handsome sailor stood in a sentry box close to the wall of the ship, each holding a submachine gun in his hand.

"Very good!" Asilao shouted excitedly and got into working mode.

He had found a spot in advance when he was arranging the battleship. Looking forward from this spot, he could just see the bridge of Tirpitz and the two huge cannons in front. The sun was rising slowly at seven or eight o'clock, and the sparkling sea surface made the entire battleship shine brightly, which was extremely majestic. In addition, compared with the huge size of the battleship, the people on the dock looked like a god of war!

Such a scene will make people's blood boil at the first sight!

"That's right! That's it. Lift your chin a little! That sailor! Look sharper! Bismarck is good, keep it up!"

"look here!"

"Look over there for a few more!"

"Very good! Let me take a few more!"

The sound of snapping is endless...

Having just finished a wave of shooting, Bismarck could finally relax. She felt her face was stiff - even though she had no muscles.

"Asilao, can you show me how the film is?" Bismarck walked over.

This can be regarded as the only photo taken in this world.

Asilao gave her a strange look and said, "Ms. Bismarck, you can only see it after I develop it. I don't know how it will turn out now, but it should be very good. I can guarantee that."

Bismarck was stunned for a moment, then he realized that there were no digital cameras in that era, and photos had to be developed in a darkroom to know the final effect.

"Okay." She said sheepishly, muttering, "Not having a digital camera is a hassle!"

"What?" Asilao asked curiously, "What is a digital camera?"

"Nothing, I just said it casually. If there's nothing else, I'll take a rest first. Call me later."

"Ok."

Asilao looked at the scene in front of him again. The picture that he was satisfied with just now seemed to be missing something. In fact, it should be more majestic. What went wrong?

He thought about it, then focused his attention on the two turrets in front...

"Miss Grapes!" He slapped his head and said, "I have a request!"

"Ah..." Tizi was startled by Asilao's action. "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"I want to turn the two turrets in front toward the dock, okay?" Asilau found that the scene just now lacked a bit of murderous aura, because the two turrets were facing forward. If the turrets were pointed diagonally forward, the effect would be quite good! He explained to Tirpitz.

Tizi didn't understand this, but she was told to cooperate as much as possible, so she immediately told Lindman about it.

Lindemann is quite straightforward. Isn't it just rotating the turret?

change!

At the command, the two huge turrets slowly turned 60 degrees towards the dock driven by mechanical gears. Now the front end of the gun barrel has protruded from the hull.

"Sure enough! This is even better!"

Asilao immediately called on the models to go back on stage. In the current scene, the gun barrels protruded horizontally from the hull, which not only gave people a greater visual impact, but also made the whole picture more murderous and made the entire warship look even larger.

It's just that poor Bismarck was laughed at for another ten minutes...

After taking the overall photo, the photography team carried their luggage onto the Tirpitz. In order to find a better location for the photo, they visited the Tirpitz, the largest battleship except the Bismarck, under the guidance of Tizi. Bismarck also talked about the origin of the bullet holes and the number of casualties - because she was on this ship during the Battle of Dunkirk.

Because it had just returned from the battlefield, one side of Tirpitz still had bullet holes of various sizes, and charred marks of fire appeared from time to time. Even though the sailors had been busy repairing and cleaning, they still couldn't wash away the smell of gunpowder.

The models who had just boarded the ship were inevitably excited at first, and gathered together to talk about this huge battleship. However, as the traces of war became more and more numerous and shocking, their faces gradually became solemn, and a few timid girls even turned pale - even though they did not directly participate in this war.

Asilao always looked awed. He looked carefully at the traces blackened by the war, and sometimes even touched them with his hands.

"What a heroic ship," he sighed.

"Actually, if you've been on the Bismarck, these things on the Tirpitz are nothing." Ti Zi said embarrassedly.

"I originally wanted to go to the Bismarck this time..." said Asilau.

"I wonder if these wounds will affect your filming?" Bismarck said. "Because of the location of the battle at that time, Tirpitz's artillery fire was concentrated on one side. If you want to shoot, I think it might be better to go to the other side."

“No, no, no.” Asilao flatly refused. “At the beginning of the journey, I was worried that the traces of fire and so on would be difficult to photograph, but now I have changed my mind. The most proud thing about a warship is her wounds! This is her honor!”

"I want to shoot on this wound!"

"The boys will get excited after watching this!"

These words made Bismarck respect him deeply. This Asilau was indeed a man of great insight.

The second scene was chosen next to an anti-aircraft gun destroyed by artillery fire. There were black burn marks and twisted gun barrels, but the crew members still looked at the distant sky with unyielding eyes, as if waiting for the next attack.

This scene was all taken by sailors on the ship. After all, they understood the situation at the time better, and it would not be appropriate to have a girl in this photo with smoke as the main theme.

Bismarck was relaxed and happy, watching them filming from the side.

"How is it? Your injury doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" She and Tizi leaned on the railing and touched her head.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Tizi looked at the Persian cat and smiled happily.

Bismarck touched his face curiously, but there was nothing...

"What are you so happy about?"

"I really like the scene where my sister was standing guard for Tizi with a gun just now." Tizi said shyly, "My sister was so beautiful just now."

"You mean I wasn't pretty before?"

"No! That's not what I meant~" Grapes flattered, "Sister is the most beautiful~"

"Well, no matter what you say, it's useless. I'm going to ask you to get those paintings tonight. Humph, you better be ready!"

"Woo..."

Tizi originally wanted to please his sister and escape the disaster, but how could such a small skill deceive the Persian cat's sharp eyes - it could see the essence through the phenomenon and get to the point directly.

After filming this, the group came to the bridge again, and Lindemann happened to be sitting idle in a chair.

Asilao went forward to discuss with Lindemann and wanted to shoot a scene in the bridge. Lindemann thought about it and told the duty officer to assemble all the bridge personnel.

Soon, the originally empty bridge was filled.

Asilao looked at Lindemann with gratitude, and the latter smiled and waved his hand, "You're welcome. Since this is a collaboration between the Navy and the Propaganda Department, we will naturally give our full support. But I hope you can make me look more handsome in the photo, hahahaha."

"sure."

"Everyone, return to your positions. This is your chance to be on camera. When the promotional photos come out, you might be seen there, so cheer up." Lindemann said with a smile, "Maybe you're looking for girls because of this!"

Everyone laughed.

"What are you laughing at! Be serious!"

"Director, can we start?" He turned to Asilao and asked.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Click, click, click! Several photographers took dozens of photos from different angles and adjusted the best timing.

"Bismarck, please send that document to Captain Lindemann." Asilau said after thinking for a while.

"Yes," Bismarck nodded.

In the picture, Lindemann stood in the center of the bridge, surrounded by a group of busy sailors, as if he was really in a battle. Lindemann looked out the window with a serious face, holding a telescope in his right hand and taking the document from Bismarck with his left hand...

Click, click, click - a series of camera sounds.