Bismarck

Alexander, Alexander!!!

"Yes, it's me..."

"You also know about shelling?" Hitler asked.

"More than understanding." The general's exaggerated expression made everyone laugh. "My troops who participated in the final battle came back and reported that the Tirpitz's artillery support was like magic at the beginning. It was extremely accurate. Sometimes there was no signal requesting artillery fire, but the Tirpitz still helped to destroy the firing points, and it was quick and efficient, without any accidental injuries. If it weren't for the support of the Tirpitz, our casualties would have been great. Unfortunately, the Tirpitz ran out of shells, and the Hipper replaced her, but the effect was much worse..."

"I didn't expect that person to be Miss Bismarck. It's incredible." said the general.

"You also studied artillery?" Hitler asked with interest. "Who taught you?"

Now Bismarck has become the focus of everyone, and everyone is surrounding her and Hitler.

"Um, the captain taught me." Bismarck said shyly, and then pulled his captain into the water without hesitation.

But it was the captain who asked her to memorize the gunnery rules, so it's not wrong to say that.

"Lütjens did a good job, haha." Hitler looked at Bismarck who looked "shy" and probably understood the relationship between them.

"Miss Bismarck knows so many things, which is beyond my expectation. Just as Reger said, your departure is indeed a loss to the navy, so you should stay in the navy with peace of mind." Hitler said.

"Yes! Thank you, Führer."

Oh my God, is it over? Can you please let me hide... Bismarck felt a sense of fury in his heart.

"Yes." Hitler nodded.

Can we go now?

"By the way, which university did Miss Bismarck graduate from?" Hitler asked casually.

Bismarck paused as he was about to leave...

It’s over. Are they going to check my household registration?

How to do?

Should the answer come first?

Which university does she go to...What university does she go to?

"University of Berlin." She remembered that she had to read the information the captain gave her last time, otherwise she would be doomed.

I just hope he doesn’t check my identity, otherwise something that is only supported by a piece of paper will definitely be easily exposed!

"Well, very good, very good." Hitler nodded and didn't ask anything else.

Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief, quickly squeezed out of the crowd, and found Lütjens behind him - he had been pushed to the periphery.

"Okay, let's continue."

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Chapter 189: The Dark Persian Cat

it is finally over.

Bismarck just wanted to say this.

For the whole morning, she hid far behind, trying not to appear in the head of state's sight, feeling like a thief. But fortunately, the generals all had mustaches, which indirectly gave her an opportunity...

The mustache man spent the morning visiting some attractions in Paris with them, and then left on a special plane at noon.

"Oh, it was a close call." As soon as Bismarck entered the room, he lay down on the soft big bed, muttering to himself.

"Captain, I'm glad I took a quick look before, otherwise I wouldn't know what to say!" Bismarck patted her chest. Suddenly she remembered something and sat up from the bed, startling Lütjens who was taking off his coat.

"Captain, I have no classmates at the University of Berlin, and no one knows me. If the little mustache, no! If the Führer really wants to investigate me, wouldn't it be very easy to find out?" Bismarck said, staring at Lütjens.

"Characters can be forged, but the relationships between them cannot." Lütjens looked at her and said slowly, agreeing with her statement.

"Then I am not..."

"The Fuhrer won't investigate you." Lütjens took off his coat and said nonchalantly, "Would you investigate a random passerby?"

"Uh..." Bismarck felt that the captain was right, but he felt uncomfortable. He didn't seem to be an ordinary person...

"What if that happens?"

"If the Führer really investigates you and finds out that you do not exist, you will tell him your true identity." Lütjens said this without any hesitation. Bismarck suspected that his captain had always thought so.

Seeing Bismarck's doubts, Lütjens raised his head and explained, "Your current record is obvious to everyone. The Führer is very optimistic about you. If he knew that you have a special existence, he would not do anything to you based on his personality, because you have shown that you stand with Germany, and that is enough."

"I've thought of many possible outcomes, and the most likely one is that the Führer keeps it secret from everyone and limits your existence to a small group of people," Lütjens said.

"Well, Captain, what you said makes sense..." Bismarck thought for a while and felt that this was the most likely possibility - after all, he was now Germany's most powerful battleship, and was fighting for the German (ship) nation (captain) wholeheartedly. No matter how stupid the mustache guy was, he would not do something to destroy his own Great Wall, and Germany was so short of battleships.

"So, don't think too much." Lütjens patted Bismarck who lay down again and said, "Let nature take its course."

"Yeah." Bismarck responded softly. In fact, he had no choice.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain!"

"What? What weird things are you saying again?" Lütjens was leaning on the bed looking at documents. Hearing this, he asked, "Why is there a road in front of the mountain?"

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Although Reger asked Lütjens to contact the French, Hitler had said it himself. If the French wanted to take it seriously, they would have taken it seriously long ago. What was the point of saying it? When Lütjens called, the other party was cold and indifferent, which made Lütjens himself feel boring.

He sighed and hung up the phone.

"Captain, what's wrong? Why are you so helpless?" Bismarck put down the comic book in his hand, moved closer, and tried to smooth the captain's frown with his hand.

"It's still about the French Navy." Lütjens closed his eyes and let Bismarck's little hand move on his forehead. It felt itchy, but it was actually very comfortable.

"If they don't want to listen, just forget it. They will be the ones who suffer anyway. What does it have to do with us?" Although Bismarck's men were gentle in their actions, he still spoke bluntly.

"Anyway, even if the French fleet is still there, they will never join our camp. With their Gallic pride, they will probably look down on us. In addition, we have destroyed their country, which makes it even more impossible. So their existence or not has nothing to do with us."

"On the contrary, if they sink, it will arouse the anger of the French against the British, which may be beneficial to us." Bismarck laughed.

"You have a good idea, but unfortunately they are all bad ideas." Lütjens opened his eyes and smiled.

"Hehehe, since you're so conflicted, I just wanted to share my opinion." Bismarck said. Anyway, wasn't the French fleet destroyed in the same way in history? There's no difference.

"Let them sink," said Bismarck.

"Your analysis is correct, but I think we should still make contact. If the French fleet is really destroyed, it will also be a loss for us. The best outcome is to let them lose half of it, so that we have a chance to win over the remaining half of the fleet."

However, the French fleet in history was not completely destroyed, and the remaining fleet did not unite with Germany, Bismarck said in his heart.

However, it would be best if we could win over the rest of the fleet, after all, Richelieu is still a good ship...

Hopefully this can be changed as much as possible.

"Captain, don't think about these things. Didn't Regel say so? This time when we come to Paris, we also give you a holiday, so let's go out together. The curfew in Paris is about to end. What do you think?"

"This..." Lütjens looked at Bismarck, who was looking expectant, and then at the document in his hand.

"Captain, didn't you say you wanted to go shopping with me in Paris?" Bismarck added aggrievedly. His dizzy and tearful look left no doubt that if Lütjens did not agree, his crystal tears would fall.

"Okay." Lütjens sighed, then rubbed the head in front of him and said with a smile, "Then I'll go out with you."

"Yes, yes, there is always work to be done, so enjoy yourself while you can, Captain." Bismarck smiled.

She threw down the comic book and jumped off the bed happily.

"Hey, what are you reading?" Lütjens saw the comic book thrown casually on the bed.

"Father and Son~It's a very interesting comic book." Bismarck said as he changed his clothes.

"E.O. Braun... I seem to have seen this name before." Lütjens glanced at the cover and said.

"Captain is reading this too?!" Bismarck said, trying not to laugh. She really couldn't imagine what it would be like for a serious captain to read this kind of comics...

"No, I think I've seen Lily before, a long time ago, when Lily was still little." There was a hint of reminiscence in Lütjens' tone when he spoke, but he quickly regained his composure.

"This picture book tells the story of a father and his son. It's very heartwarming. I really like it."

"Well, it's really good." Lütjens nodded lightly.

"Okay, let's go."

"Okay, okay." Bismarck tucked a strand of hair behind his ear in front of the mirror and hurriedly followed.

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Chapter 190: Mirs-el-Kebir (Part 1)

In the next few days, although Lütjens tried his best to contact the French Navy, they didn't want to listen at all. In fact, think about it, you just destroyed another country, and you ran over and said "Well, your allies are bad guys, get involved with us" within a few days.

Who will believe?

It would be better if you don't smoke.

However, regardless of whether the romantic French believe that their friends will attack them, the gentlemanly British have already begun intensive preparations...

On July 1940, 7, Churchill's "ballista" was fired.

Under the cover of night, a huge British fleet quietly left the Gibraltar base and rushed to the port of Oran at the western end of the Mediterranean Sea. There, the most powerful French fleet was anchored. The mission of this British fleet was to capture the French fleet at all costs, disarm them, and use them for their own purposes. If the French navy refused to obey, they would be completely destroyed by force!

"Although the Vichy regime has issued a neutrality statement, the existence of this fleet has already posed a potential threat to our country's security and interests!... His Majesty's government has made up its mind. If the French refuse to cooperate with us, they will be sunk without hesitation!... I know this order will make people uncomfortable, but I believe you will execute it without mercy!!"

On the evening of July 7, Churchill personally sent a telegram to Sir James Somerville, the commander of the "H" fleet in Gibraltar. Through the murderous words, one can almost see a typical, cigar-holding, British gentleman's fat face, gnashing teeth, and fierce eyes...

Samoville was not in a good mood after receiving such a ruthless telegram. Just a few months ago, they were allies and even jointly searched for German Navy attack ships... Moreover, Samoville knew that Vichy France had currently declared a state of neutrality. Taking action at this time, and in such a surprise attack... This could not be explained to other countries internationally anyway.

I’m afraid that the relationship with France will never be reconciled - this is a naked betrayal.

but···

"Forget it, these are orders from above, and as soldiers we can only obey them..."

Samoville took a last look at the telegram, then handed the document to the secretary behind him without looking back.

"Put it away for archiving."

Somerville looked at the fleet he led. Judging from its configuration, it was a very powerful fleet, one of the best in the world's navies. However, such a powerful fleet was now going to attack its former ally first. It was simply a joke.

The most eye-catching battleship in this fleet is the Hood. In order to fight against the two devil sisters of the Germans, this battlecruiser underwent a long period of major modifications, and the hull and other equipment were fully upgraded. Of course, this also led to a temporary void in the combat power of the Royal Navy, giving the two hateful battleships the opportunity to wreak havoc.

Fortunately, the glorious Hood is back now!

萨默维尔脚下的旗舰就是刚刚大改过的胡德号战列巡洋舰（49700吨满载排水量，12英寸/12度主装甲，5英寸穹甲和2英寸上水平装甲的叠加水平防御,8门可以发射最新式CRH8穿甲弹的15英寸主炮,31节的最大航速,以及次要部分各种3-5英寸次级装甲的全面防护）,皇家海军最美丽的她，在大改以后目前也是皇家海军综合性能最强的战舰，海军的评价是认为她完全有能力和德国那两条恶魔战舰对抗。

Maybe it shouldn't be called a battlecruiser. After upgrading, she can be called a battleship!

The existence of the Hood directly raised the combat effectiveness of the fleet to a higher level, but... the other warships in the fleet... such as the Renown battlecruiser following behind, and the old Queen-class battleship Warrior that originally guarded the Gibraltar base, all had their own defects and were not very satisfactory ships.

The two aircraft carriers Ark Royal and Furious, and the 96 aircraft they carried...

This is all the main force that the British Empire can bring to bear in the entire Europe and the Atlantic Ocean...

Samoville was very depressed to find that his fleet was very powerful, but why did it feel like it was going downhill...

Fortunately, the French fleet of Mers-el-Kebir was slightly weaker than theirs: the two Dunkerque-class battlecruisers (main armor 2-230MM, 280 8MM main guns all front-mounted, maximum speed of 330 knots) were cutting-edge, but they were no match for the Hood on their side. Even the Renown was capable of defeating any of them.

The other two ships were built during World War I. They were Brittany-class (262mm main armor, 5 twin 340mm main guns, maximum speed 20 knots), but they were a whole level weaker than the worst R-class battleships in the hands of the British (to be honest, the predecessor of the R-class, the Iron Duke-class super-dreadnought battleship, had 10 343mm main guns, 305mm main armor and a speed of 21.5 knots...), not to mention the Queen-class Warrior. But... after all, they had four ships, so they were not at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, so they had to be absolutely sure...

Although he still didn't want to do such a thing as stabbing his former ally in the back, but orders... Samoville shook his head helplessly and asked the duty staff officer: "How far are we from Mirs Kebir now?"

"...Report, we are now about 130 nautical miles away from Mers El Kebir. The fleet's current speed is 20 knots. It will take about 7 hours, which means we will arrive at dawn tomorrow!"

"Very good! Order all ships to complete the final combat readiness inspection, and then take advantage of the last time to have a good rest! This operation cannot fail!! We must seize all the favorable factors from the beginning!!"

Summerville tightened his coat and walked towards the lounge.

"I'm going to rest first, call me if you need anything!"

"Yes!!"

On the morning of July 1940, 7, Fleet H arrived outside the port of Mers-el-Kebir. The main force of the entire neutral French fleet, including four battleships, was basically docked in the port.

While Sommerville arranged the carrier-based aircraft to drop mines on the channel outside the port, he also sent a representative to negotiate with the French fleet commander to convey Britain's demands on the French fleet - either fight the Germans with us, or give the fleet to us for safekeeping, or go to the colonies and let the Americans take care of it. If you don't cooperate... then I'm sorry! !

While preparing to catch the turtle in the jar, he issued an ultimatum...

As you can imagine, the British request was rejected outright by French fleet commander Lieutenant General Jean Soule.

"Our ships have been disarmed, and I am willing to pledge my personal honor: if the Germans really threaten to seize the ships, I will take the entire fleet to the West Indies."

If Admiral Soul had a direct telephone connection to the UK, he would have wanted to taunt them - are you sure the Germans have the ability to come to North Africa to rob my fleet? ! Even Germany promised not to use the French fleet for military purposes, and it was written into the Franco-German Armistice Agreement. The French fleet is a bargaining chip to ensure that Germany will not occupy all of France's territory! The government has announced to the world that France is a neutral country - what on earth do you British want to do?

You're forcing me? You're still doing this dirty thing?!