Bismarck

"Wait! I don't agree with you!"

A voice interrupted Canaris and everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice - the person who spoke was the director of the Cryptography Department of the Supreme Command.

"Mr. Canaris, I disagree with your opinion. Enigma's encryption method has serious flaws. Its letter substitution relationship is one-to-one, which will significantly increase the probability of being deciphered!" The director of the Cipher Department stared at Canaris opposite him and said word by word: "And Enigma is actually a machine from more than ten years ago. In the beginning, it was even just a commercial cipher machine! We have evaluated the confidentiality performance of Enigma ourselves, and it is only reliable when encrypting a small amount! But if this cipher machine is used all over the country now, the password will easily become invalid!"

"But I don't have any evidence to prove that Enigma has been cracked! I have investigated all possible code leaks so far, and basically there are other reasons that lead to the leaks - not code problems." Canaris stared at the director of the Cryptography Department with gloomy eyes and spoke word by word.

"There is no unbreakable code in this world, and there are major problems with the encryption principle of Enigma!" The director of the Cipher Department stared back without giving in.

"The more serious problem is that, as far as we know, the Navy, Army, Air Force, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Intelligence Bureau all use codes in an irregular manner and frequently violate confidentiality regulations, which makes it easier for our enemies to crack the codes!" At this point, the director of the Cipher Department looked at the man with a mustache and said, "Head of State, I suggest that a unified national cipher agency be established to unify the work of ciphers, decryption, and cipher training. Now there are six or seven units in our country that are working on ciphers and decryption, and a lot of the work is duplicated, and the probability of problems is very high!"

However, the director of the Cipher Department, who specialized in cipher technology, apparently did not notice that Goering, Raeder, Canaris... all the heads of the departments with cipher agencies under them all looked unhappy, and even the man with a mustache himself frowned a little.

But he was a mustache after all, so he frowned and thought for a moment before asking, "I want to know, first, what is the probability that our password will be cracked. Second, how do you plan to manage our password?"

"The probability of the code being cracked cannot be accurately estimated, but the principle of Enigma is very problematic. When Enigma was first equipped, someone mentioned this problem. Judging from the situation on the side of the Imperial Marshal, it is very likely that there is indeed a problem with the security of the code. As for how to manage it..." The director of the Cipher Department thought for a while, "I plan to do this: first, clarify and standardize the use of codes and personnel training. Then, I plan to unify the management of our codes and the work of cracking the enemy's codes. At the same time, we will jump out of the framework of Enigma to develop cipher machines with new encryption principles - it is best to have multiple codes so that the enemy cannot effectively crack them. Finally, the use of codes is to be licensed and updated regularly. The use of some high-level codes must be strictly controlled. They must be approved before they can be put into use, and the use period of the codes must be increased as much as possible - in addition, if necessary, each unit can send representatives to participate in the development and management of these new cipher machines."

"this…?"

“Isn’t this a bad idea…?”

"For national security, we Gestapo demand jurisdiction over cipher work! If you can be careful, I have no objection."

"But our Ministry of Foreign Affairs has its own needs for decryption business. If he concentrates all the decryption forces like this, our Ministry of Foreign Affairs' decryption work will come to a halt..."

"We are the same. We have to rely on our own decryption skills to collect a lot of intelligence..."

"Our code is impossible to break! I don't agree with that!"

After the director of the cryptography department finished speaking about his idea, the people below began to whisper to each other.

After all, if the password is centralized, it will actually pose a certain challenge to the interests of various small groups. In fact, some units have their own decryption needs. Not to mention that there are some people who have hidden agendas...

"Then taking a step back, the task of deciphering the enemy's codes will still be handed over to each unit, and the Cryptography Department will provide business guidance. However, our military codes must be managed in a unified manner in order to meet confidentiality requirements!" The director of the Cryptography Department also realized something and put forward an opinion.

However, the leaders of various units and the cryptographers they brought with them looked at each other in bewilderment. No one agreed. Even Canaris’s intelligence agency directly opposed it.

The mustache guy can only hold his forehead with his hand... (In history, Germany did have a variety of new cipher machines put into use in the middle and late periods, but due to improper operation and communication disruption, many codes were still encrypted with Enigma, which eventually led to the deciphering of other new codes. As for the work of unified code management, someone proposed it in 42, and the mustache guy also approved it, but this work was not actually implemented until the end of 720 after Canaris was arrested and imprisoned after the July 44 Incident. As for who was obstructing it? What was his purpose? Please use your imagination to fill in the blanks.)

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The meeting was over, but Goering did not leave like the others. As the Reich Marshal and the second-in-command of Nazi Germany, the mustache man had other things to discuss with him.

For example, a new round of strikes against the UK...

"...This is the plan for the new round of air strikes on Britain. In addition, regardless of whether the code has been cracked is true or not, I intend to blow up the suspicious radio station first!" When talking about the possible code cracking, Goering began to grit his teeth.

"Based on the concept of BF109T, Dr. Messerschmidt has developed a new BF109F fighter that can be mass-produced. In addition to improved flight performance, the combat range has also been significantly increased. The increased range is just enough to cover the bombers to bomb that place called... Bletchley Manor!"

"Well, it's best to blow it up immediately, so as to avoid any more trouble." The man with the mustache also nodded. "When it comes to password security today, I feel that some people's attitudes are a bit off... Well, I know your Air Force Cryptography Department has your mission needs, but the business of password formulation and distribution should still be handled by the Cryptography Department of the Supreme Command."

"That's...okay."

Goering was a little reluctant to give up some of his authority, but passwords were not Goering's core interests, so he finally nodded and agreed.

The mustache nodded and sat down at his desk. Goering knew it was time to leave, so he saluted and left. As he was leaving, Goering turned around and said to the mustache: "I will have them go out to bomb right away when we get back!"

Watching the fat second in command walk away, the man with a mustache actually smiled slightly, took out a pair of reading glasses, put them on his nose, and began to review the documents.

At 4 p.m. that day, the air battle over London was still in full swing.

Another group of black bombers flew over, accompanied by the roar of anti-aircraft guns and the whistling of fighter planes. Black smoke in the sky and explosions on the ground rose and fell one after another, and sirens from fire trucks and ambulances also sounded everywhere. Through the glass of the Prime Minister's residence came waves of noisy, harsh and cruel sounds unique to wartime...

But while outside there was constant artillery fire and bullet holes all over the ground, inside the Prime Minister's office at 10 Downing Street it was as if a low-pressure cold wave had hit.

The grim war situation has been weighing heavily on a fat guy. Even though it is the hottest time of August, Churchill's face is already cold enough to freeze...

A trusted secretary hurried into Churchill's office. Less than sixty seconds later, a voice filled with shock and anger came through the luxuriously decorated heavy oak door of the Prime Minister's office...

"What did you say?!"

With the sound of fat British pig's trotters hitting the table, Churchill suddenly stood up: "You just said that Bletchley Park might have been exposed?!"

"Yes! Prime Minister!" Churchill's trusted secretary was obviously one of the insiders of the top secret, but this piece of information came very urgently... "Just now, we received information from the Swiss intelligence station. Someone inside Germany sent us a warning that a code-breaking center 70 kilometers northwest of London may have been discovered by Germany and may be bombed at any time - the only thing that fits his description is 'top secret'! !..."

"How did you deal with it?" Churchill asked his secretary with a stern face.

"The situation is urgent. I have already ordered the Director of MI6, Menzies, to immediately transfer the personnel of the Government Cipher School (the real official name of the super-secret). But... I am afraid that it will be too late to transfer the equipment and the decrypted files and materials... including the 'bomb' decryption machines, which may not be preserved, especially since there is also a prototype of the 'Giant' electronic computer there, which Professor Knox and Professor Turing have not yet debugged..."

"…You did a great job…" Churchill took a breath and made the sign of the cross on his chest. "You know to evacuate the people first. Although it would be a pity to lose the data and equipment, as long as these experts are still here, they will always have a chance to decipher it again."

"Another source said that Hitler has begun to consider centralizing code management and developing new cipher machines." Seeing his boss breathe a sigh of relief, the secretary calmed down a little and began to report other information.

"...That's a pity, but as long as Professor Knox and Professor Turing are still around, we can build an electronic computer again. By the way, ask them to ask Professor Knox and Professor Turing to make another copy of the relevant drawings. We may have to go to the United States to order such a thing..." Churchill was halfway through his words when a red telephone on the table rang.

"It's an emergency hotline! Could it be...?" When Churchill and his secretary saw this phone and thought of it, they instantly felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar... Glancing at his secretary, Churchill suppressed his fear and stiffly picked up the phone...

"…What? It's been bombed? Two hundred bombers?! And they dropped incendiary bombs?! All the buildings were completely blown up and burned? The blueprints were also burned?! Then…what about Professor Knox and Professor Turing?!…What did you say?…They both…?!…Goering!!"

He dropped the phone in a rage, and the angry pig-head turned his head and shouted at his secretary with gritted teeth: "You! Right now! Call Admiral Harris, the commander of the bomber force, to me!!! I want... I want these damn bastards to pay!!!!"

ps: I may not update tomorrow, um, maybe... let's talk about it later, I will try my best. Thank you, big sister, for tonight... =. =

Chapter 257

When Lütjens returned home, only Bismarck was there. She was happily sorting out the things she bought while shopping, and all kinds of things were spread out on the bed.

"Where is Zeppelin?" Lütjens asked, leaning against the door frame and looking inside.

"She went to the Air Force Ministry and is probably reporting to Goering now." Bismarck stood up from the bed and walked in front of Lütjens.

"Captain, what's wrong with you? You look very tired."

Lütjens was not a man who easily showed emotions on his face, but today, unusually, Bismarck easily saw the fatigue of his captain.

"Bismarck, tell me, do you know that there are other people like you?" Lütjens lowered his head, rubbed his nose, and asked with a sigh.

"I don't know." Bismarck widened his eyes and asked in confusion, "Captain, why do you ask this?"

"I remember you sensed it when you found Tirpitz and Zeppelin. Did you have any feeling when you went to Kiel Harbor last time?" Lütjens asked.

"Yes, it is a feeling. I am going to Kiel... That is the time for the sea trial."

"Correct."

"Nothing unusual." Bismarck shook her head. Suddenly she thought of something and exclaimed, "Captain, did you see it this time?"

"Yes." Lütjens nodded. "I saw one during the launching ceremony this time."

"What?! Which ship's launching ceremony is this..." Bismarck found it unbelievable.

"Prince Eugen..."

"Impossible!" Bismarck interrupted Lütjens. "The last time I passed through Kiel, I went to see Prince Eugen, but I didn't find anything."

Bismarck remembered very clearly that in her previous life, she also liked the girl Prince Eugen very much. She looked very sweet and lovely. And because her clothes were very similar to Bismarck's, she called Bismarck her sister. In fact, the German heavy cruiser Eugen and the Bismarck class were indeed very similar, and even caused Hood's myopia. They were really like sisters.

For this reason, when she saw the Prince Eugen, she was very disappointed because there was nothing unusual and it looked like a normal heavy cruiser.

Until today...

"impossible!"

I clearly checked it myself.

"But I saw it," Lütjens said, with a serious expression on his face that didn't look fake at all - and Lütjens had no reason to lie to her.

"She is only about 1.6 meters tall, her clothes are very similar to yours, the brim of her hat is slightly shorter than yours, and she has blond hair tied in a braid..."

"It's Eugene for sure!" Bismarck knew it without any hesitation after hearing this description, and the image of Prince Eugene immediately appeared in his mind.

A cute, silly, energetic girl.

Monthly Heavy Cruise Paras.

Looking forward to meeting you!

"You should be happy to have discovered a new ship girl, Captain. Where's Eugen?" Bismarck asked. "Who is her captain?"

"Her captain is Top, and she is probably with Top now." Lütjens said, "Also, something very bad happened today, very serious. I hope you are mentally prepared. It will affect me, you, and even Lindemann Tirpitz and Zeppelin Bonte."

"Ah? What's going on?"

Bismarck was surprised. He had just learned about the existence of Prince Eugen and was feeling happy when the captain gave him a very shocking reminder. And that expression...

"Today, when Reger, Top and I were taking a walk, Prince Eugen suddenly appeared, and then she was surrounded." Lütjens glanced at Bismarck and said lightly.

"what?!"

"In order to prevent her from disappearing in public again or hurting anyone, I asked the soldiers to withdraw. Then Regel and Toph recognized her clothes. Well, they are exactly the same as yours."

"Then...then..." Bismarck was shocked and incoherent.

"That's right. I have no choice but to tell you your identities. This means that now Regel also knows."

"Then what?!"

"Reger is very angry because I hid your existence from him. I guess he might do something to me soon." Lütjens sighed and touched Bismarck's head.

"Oh my God, how could this happen? Why did she suddenly appear?" Bismarck asked in disbelief. Ship girls usually only appear when the captain is alone. Why would Eugen appear in front of so many people - and in front of the admiral?

"I remember she attended the ceremony. I felt something was wrong when I saw her. Prince Eugen even smiled at me. I guess she might have recognized the wrong captain because the first thing she said was to ask who her captain was."

"Why... so... stupid." Bismarck wanted to say stupid, but thinking of the cute Prince Eugen, it seemed that he couldn't say it, so he had to change it to a neutral word...

"She is more adorable when she is at a loss." Lütjens smiled bitterly. Perhaps they were all badly harmed by Prince Eugen.

"What would Reger do?" Bismarck asked.

"At that time, there was a rift between me and Regel. Now it has probably reached the point of breaking up. I didn't tell the Admiral about your existence. He must be extremely angry. He thinks I have won over Lindemann and Bonte to squeeze him out."

"He probably won't do anything else. If he wants to move me, he needs the Führer's consent. I guess based on his personality, he won't spread this matter. In other words, the Führer probably won't know about it, so it's impossible to frame him. But he can transfer me away."

"He probably still wants to control you first."

"Captain, this is all my fault..." Bismarck was so anxious that he almost cried. "If I had gone with you at the time, nothing like this would have happened!"

Yes, Lütjens knew that if Bismarck had gone with him, he would have known about Prince Eugen's existence earlier, and the subsequent incident would not have happened.

But, now that things have come to this, what else can be said?

"Forget it, it's already happened, there's nothing to say. I'll think of a solution, but you have to be prepared too."

Bismarck regretted so much for going out to have fun this time. If he could accompany the captain... Later, Tirpitz and Zeppelin were also implicated.

Lütjens' hand was still on Bismarck's head. He continued, "I think it is very likely that you will be assigned a new captain. After all, you are still captainless. Last time you said you would stay at home if someone else replaced you. That is absolutely not possible."

Later, Lütjens also warned that he was afraid that the boiler of his secretary ship would explode if it was unhappy, which would be a huge loss for the German Navy.

"Don't..." Bismarck said anxiously.

"Captain, if you leave me, I...I will really explode."

"Try to blow one up for me?" Lütjens' voice sank. "Don't forget that you are still a battleship. Even if you really change the captain, you must make combat your top priority."

In response, Bismarck just curled his lips.

"Even if I'm not transferred for this matter, I might be transferred for other things in the future. You can't take such things seriously in the army. Anyway, you know my place, isn't that enough?"

"Say so much, I'm still fine." Lütjens smiled. "When will Zeppelin come back? Tell her the news when she comes back, and we'll discuss what to do specifically."

"kindness···"

ps: I had a class reunion yesterday, and I was out all day today, and I came back in the evening... I didn't expect that I would still be so busy during the summer vacation...

Chapter 258

My name is Erich Raeder, and I am the commander-in-chief of the German Navy. Oh, by the way, I have a nickname, people call me the King of the North Sea.

My father is a high school principal, so my grades are also very good. Under my father's education, I have a certain knowledge of literature, foreign languages ​​and history since I was a child. In the eyes of others, I have been a good student with both good character and good academic performance since I was a child.

However, only I know what is in my heart.

After graduating from high school, I was admitted to the Naval Academy and graduated from the academy as the first in my class.

Not long after I graduated from the Naval Academy, I participated in a combat operation. Under the leadership of the then Crown Prince of the German Empire, I followed the Second Empire's fleet to invade Jiaozhou Bay in faraway China for land, markets and colonies.

The weak and incompetent Chinese Tatar government had no ability and did not put up any decent resistance to the not-so-powerful Second Empire fleet before signing a treaty to lease Jiaozhou Bay. Thanks to the weakness of this enemy, I did not encounter any major problems with the warship.

However, I was working part-time as the conductor of the military band on board, and this warship happened to be the flagship of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Moreover, the European royal families at that time generally received relatively high-level education in history and art, and my ability to conduct music was not too bad, and my writing ability was even more outstanding...

I used my spare time to diligently prepare materials and put together a manuscript about the rebellion of indigenous peoples in the colonial Philippines, and then I went around seeking publishing sponsors.

As expected, the talent I deliberately displayed attracted the interest of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...