Bismarck

"Our main areas of activity will be moving westward. The Baltic Sea is basically under our control. As for the Mediterranean, we have Italy. We can rest assured for the time being. How about this? You consider the possibility of gradually moving the main fleet to the Atlantic. Dönitz has already inspected the submarine base in France and found a good place."

"Oh? Is it the Normandy Dock in the Port of Saint-Nazaire?" Lütjens said after a little thought.

"Yes, that dock is very large and can be used as a repair base for our large warships." Regler nodded.

Normandy Dockyard?

Bismarck said he had heard of this place.

Her memory of the dock came from a crazy collision with a British destroyer.

There were many crazy deeds done by British destroyers in World War II. In addition to the Firefly that sacrificed itself on the Hipper, there was also the Campbelltown.

After the Normandy dock fell into German hands, the British were afraid that it would become a forward base for the German navy. After all, a dock that could repair large warships was a strategic goal, so they decided to destroy it completely.

However, the Germans had set up a heavy defense line beside the dock. If the Allies sent troops from the road, they would inevitably suffer great losses. Therefore, the Allies made a plan to destroy the dock from the sea. The Campbelltown, fully loaded with four tons of explosives, served as the main attacker of this suicide mission.

A fleet led by the destroyer "Ebelton" with the German flag on its mast, followed by two destroyers and 2 torpedo boats, set sail. The fleet deceived the German army along the way. After arriving at the port of Saint Zenar, the German port garrison used searchlights to illuminate the ship and found that it was flying the German flag. They mistakenly thought it was their own "hero" type destroyer and let the fleet enter the port.

Then there is a sad story that makes men silent and women cry - when the Germans fenced the excavation as a trophy, the four tons of explosives on the excavation exploded...

The Normandy dockyard was completely destroyed and was not repaired until the end of World War II.

"We want to use this dock to repair large warships. The British must have guessed that this must be a key target. I suggest building air defense positions around it to prevent air raids by the Royal Air Force."

"Well, we will definitely need air defense facilities when we decide to use them." Regel nodded. "There will be army defense along the way, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Hmm, it seems that the captain and his men didn't consider attacking from the sea like in history?

"Captain, I have a suggestion!" Bismarck suddenly said.

The two people in front turned around.

"I think you have missed one aspect regarding the dock issue," Bismarck said.

"Missed? What kind of problem?" Regler asked puzzledly.

"You have considered the threats from the air and land, but you don't seem to have mentioned the threats from the sea."

"At sea?" Regel smiled. "We will have a fleet stationed there. They must first pass the fleet's interception, and then the concentrated fire of land artillery before they can enter the attack range of the dock. Unless it is a fleet, it cannot be done."

"But, Marshal," Bismarck explained, "if the British do not use battleships, but use submarines to attack, the gate of the dock is underwater, and if they use torpedoes..."

Bismarck re-described the historical event. Because it really happened, even though it was unbelievable, Reger and Lütjens still felt a little worried, and it left an impression in their hearts.

"Okay, your suggestion makes sense. I will consider it." Regler said after thinking for a while.

"Any other ideas?" he asked.

"Not for now." Bismarck "shrank" behind Lütjens again.

"Haha, Lütjens, your secretary is really capable." Reger said, "Goebbels even wanted to ask me for your secretary. If he really left, it would not be a loss for our navy."

"Yes." Lütjens also responded with a smile.

Bismarck's abilities refreshed his impression time and time again.

"After France surrendered, the Führer promised them that they could keep their fleet. They should have been inclined towards us, but they plan to remain neutral and are not prepared to cooperate with us. You can try to win over the French fleet, which will be very useful to us - after all, their new Richelieu-class battleships are still very good - at least don't be our enemy." Regel said lightly.

"We already have evidence that the British are very likely to attack the remaining French fleet after France surrenders. The Führer has also informed the current French government, but it doesn't seem to be of much use. See if you can contact them," he continued.

Sneak attack...Bismarck immediately thought of the Richelieu and the Hood.

Hood... She sighed slightly.

Because of his scumbag behavior of stabbing his ally, Hood lost all his luck, and then he was shot by himself...

"I understand." Lütjens nodded.

"That's it." The two of them had already walked to the side of the car. Reger patted Lütjens on the shoulder, then turned around and got in the car.

"Captain, shall we go back?" Bismarck asked, standing behind him.

"Well, let's go too." Lütjens turned and walked towards his car, and she hurried to follow.

"How long can we stay in Paris? When will you go to William?"

"I can stay until you have explored Paris." Lütjens smiled and said, "Let's go."

"OK!"

ps: The captain has been promoted to the commander of the great fleet~ Okay, please give me a monthly ticket, please, please, if you give me a lot of monthly tickets, I can also make women's clothing!!!

Chapter 188: Focus

Along the way, because of Hitler's arrival, there were obviously a lot more patrolling troops on the road. From time to time, Bismarck and his car would pass by a team of fully armed Wehrmacht soldiers. The soldiers were holding submachine guns, walking slowly on both sides of the road, with proud smiles on their faces, looking at the passers-by - the French citizens who were stared at by the soldiers would shudder all over, then lower their heads and walk past quickly.

It was almost dusk and the curfew would begin soon. There were very few pedestrians on the streets. Although the Germans did not need to obey the curfew, the streets without people were meaningless. Bismarck decided to go back to the hotel and go shopping during the day.

The car stopped in front of the hotel.

As Bismarck passed the lobby, the captain who had advised them not to go out yesterday stopped them.

"Excuse me, are you General Lütjens of the Navy?" the captain asked respectfully, holding a small notebook.

"Huh?" Lütjens stopped and asked in confusion, "I am. What's wrong?"

"General, the Führer will visit Paris tomorrow morning. You are invited to attend. A car will pick you up at the door at around six o'clock," said the captain.

"Six o'clock?" Lütjens nodded. "Okay, I understand."

Then he looked at Bismarck beside him, "Can I bring my secretary?"

"Yes, yes." The captain nodded quickly. "Secretary Bismarck is also invited. She can come with us."

"Huh?" Bismarck asked incredulously, "Am I invited too?"

"Yes, you are the only secretary invited, and I heard that you were appointed by the Führer." The captain said this with some envy.

It is such an honor to be remembered by the leader... But the girl in front of me didn't seem to have any special expression.

"Well, I should be happy." Bismarck said helplessly, without much surprise on his face - to be more precise, he was surprised but not happy.

Is it really good to be remembered by this guy with a mustache who loves black technology - even though my identity has not been exposed?

But what if the guy with a mustache suddenly wants to ask me to do something important, and then checks my entire family? Wouldn't that be a complete disaster?

"Captain, I think I should call myself sick."

"It's okay." Lütjens patted her back comfortingly. "Then just follow me and enjoy the scenery."

"Okay, I got it, thank you," he said to the captain and walked quickly to the elevator.

"Strange, why is this secretary unhappy?" The captain looked at the backs of the two people and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

The next morning, when most Parisians were still asleep, Lütjens and Bismarck arrived at the door on time after breakfast, and the driver took them to the meeting place.

Bismarck did not expect that the gathering place was in the square under the Eiffel Tower. After getting off the car, he looked at this relatively new famous building with some excitement. The towering spire reached the sky. It is said that in today's era, the Eiffel is the tallest building in the world.

How can you come to Paris and not visit the Eiffel Tower? Bismarck had always wanted to take photos under the tall iron tower in his previous life. Now he was here, but unfortunately he didn't have a mobile phone or a camera, so he couldn't even take a selfie with his scissors hand.

"There will be a photographer to take pictures of us later." Lütjens knew what her battleship was thinking when she saw her expression. She didn't know how she developed this habit, but every time she went to a famous place, she always liked to make a scissors hand gesture and let people take pictures of her - although Lütjens didn't want to admit that it was really cute.

"There's no Meitu XiuXiu, and I can't even position it at 45 degrees..." Bismarck muttered.

Lütjens said he did not know what these terms meant.

"Lütjens, you're here quite early." A car stopped and Admiral Reger came out. He smiled and shook hands with Lütjens.

Although there were occasional frictions between Reger and the captain over the issue of the air force, their overall relationship was still okay. After all, they had been superiors and subordinates for a long time and were more like friends. Bismarck watched the two of them chatting and thought that he had been worried that the captain would be "attacked" by Reger because of his insistence on joint sea and air operations, but it seemed that he was overly worried.

"Bismarck is here too." Reger turned to her who was standing nearby.

"Good morning, Marshal." Bismarck bowed and greeted her, then his eyes quickly focused on her.

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As the only female among a group of men, Bismarck said to Alexander, "I am only 20 years old. I should not be stared at too much, especially in front of such a group of men whose average age is definitely over ." I guess everyone is wondering why this girl appeared in this occasion... After all, the mission of this copy is that the mustache takes his generals to tour Paris, and it is not appropriate for her to appear here.

The problem is that it wasn't what I wanted to do... Bismarck greeted various generals and marshals with a stiff smile, while looking forward to when this would end.

However, her pressure soon eased - because the Führer arrived.

Hitler and a man got out of the car together, and the generals surrounded them.

"Captain, who is that man?" Bismarck asked in confusion. Being able to ride in the same car with Hitler, their relationship must be unusual.

"It seems he is an architect?" Lütjens said softly from behind. "I don't know the details, but I heard about him from Reger."

"This is the famous architect Speer..." Hitler was introducing the identity of the visitor to his generals, and it was exactly the same as what Lütjens said.

"Paris is a beautiful city, but when the war is over, I will build a city in Germany that is more prosperous and more spectacular than Paris. I even have a name for it." He laughed.

"Führer, what is the name of your new city?" Goering responded with a smile.

"Germania!"

Then Hitler said, "Speer, study the architecture of Paris carefully and come up with a plan for me when you return."

"Yes!"

"Let's take a group photo under the Eiffel Tower and then start this morning's tour. I hope you have a pleasant journey."

After Hitler gave the order, Bismarck followed the crowd and walked towards the Eiffel Tower. Then the group stood in two rows under the huge iron tower. With two clicks of the photographer, the shooting was announced to be over.

Sure enough, how could he make a scissors hand gesture at a time like this? Bismarck curled his lips.

Everyone started to walk out. Reger walked very close to Hitler intentionally or unintentionally. As a general of the Navy, Lütjens must have followed Reger, so Bismarck also walked to the side of Hitler unconsciously, although there were still a few people between them...

Hitler attached great importance to the development of the navy. As mentioned earlier, he liked big ships and big guns, so when he saw Lütjens coming, he naturally asked about the Bismarck. In this case, the captain could not say anything, but just said that the repair progress of the battleship was normal.

"I am very satisfied with your previous performance. After the Icelandic Battle, I instructed Goebbels to report on you. Now the whole of Germany knows about it." Hitler smiled at Lütjens.

"We have to thank the Führer for his propaganda," Reger said.

"Yes."

"You're welcome. Your navy's performance is so good now, it's normal to publicize it." Hitler said, "Speaking of publicity..."

It’s over. Bismarck’s heart tightened. This association must have applied to himself.

as predicted.

The mustache thought for a moment and said, "I remember asking the lady from your Admiralty to come. Where is she?"

Woo...The Persian cat meowed.

"Haha, she's here too. I'm very happy to hear that the Führer personally appointed her to participate in this event." Reger said with a smile.

"where?"

Bismarck walked out helplessly from behind the tall Lütjens. He had originally wanted to use the captain to block the attack, but now it was probably no use.

"Hello, Führer." Bismarck said embarrassedly.

Hitler nodded as a greeting.

"I've seen your photo. It's very good. It will be very helpful in improving the image of the navy." Hitler praised. "I heard that Goebbels wants to transfer you to the Propaganda Department. What do you think?"

"Ah? I..." Bismarck didn't expect the mustache man to say this suddenly. After a pause, he said without any hesitation, "I think it's better for me to stay in the Navy Department."

"Then Goebbels will be very sad." Hitler laughed, without any intention of embarrassment, it was just a joke.

"It will be a loss for us if Secretary Bismarck leaves." Just when Bismarck thought that this was the end of it, Reger said something from the side.

She knew that Regler wanted to show off the navy's talent, but that would put her in trouble... She was so sad that she couldn't even cry.

"Oh? What's going on?" Hitler became interested.

"The Führer probably doesn't know that the proximity fuze that both the Air Force and the Army requested to purchase was her work. With that proximity fuze, our air defense capability has been greatly enhanced. The number of planes shot down in the previous sea operations alone was considerable." Reger said proudly. He looked at Goering, who had a disdainful expression on his face.

The navy shot down a large number of planes, isn't it just to prove that the air force is useless... Bismarck complained.

Speaking of proximity fuses, all the generals present knew what they were, because the troops below had all expressed their willingness to purchase them, but the Krupp factory had limited production capacity and had to give priority to the navy, so many orders were not fulfilled. The power of the proximity fuse was well known, and they originally thought it was designed by Krupp, but they didn't expect it to be designed by a girl like this. Even Hitler showed a surprised expression.

"Isn't that from Krupp?" He looked at Regler in confusion.

"It's the technology that Krupp bought from me." Bismarck said helplessly, or he could just say it himself...

"Hahaha." Hitler was obviously very happy after listening to Bismarck's report. "I didn't expect that your secretary, Lütjens, has such ability."

Everyone expressed envy - of course, a large part of the envy was probably because of her appearance.

"Bismarck?" An army general suddenly spoke up. "Führer, I remember that during the Battle of Dunkirk, one of my subordinates served as a liaison officer on the Tirpitz. He said at the time that when the Tirpitz was conducting ground support bombardment, the one directing the bombardment was a woman. I just remembered now that the name he mentioned at the time seemed to be Bismarck. Could it be the same person?"

Everyone's attention was focused again.