Bismarck

After the battle to seize Jiaozhou Bay, I was still transferred back and forth between the communication station, the sailor training team, the navigation department, and the warship guard department, doing seemingly unchanging basic work. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's care and interest in me have not yet been revealed. But I am not in a hurry, and I am still slowly honing my qualifications, accumulating connections, making friends, and cultivating subordinates.

I believe that in a peacetime army where seniority is the key to promotion, the fact that I was favored by the Crown Prince has definitely been recorded in my resume. For this reason alone, when it comes to promotion, I will definitely be promoted faster than other officers who have similar or even better abilities than me but do not have such "incidents" to increase their political capital.

After five or six years, my chance finally came!

In 1903, not long after I published another paper on the coordinated tactics of land and sea in the Crimean War, I received a notice: the advanced training class of the Kiel Naval Academy recruited me for further training.

My language skills came into play during this training: I was already fluent in English and French, and I also learned Spanish and Russian during this training. And because I was fluent in Russian, I was selected as an exchange student during the training and went to the Russian Imperial Navy Academy for three months of exchange training!

Although the Russo-Japanese War ended soon with the Russian Navy's disastrous defeat, the military academy education of the Imperial Russian Navy was not bad. Their education cultivated generations of famous generals. Unfortunately, the country's industrial strength and the "quality of gray mules" were too poor, and there was a group of rebels inciting riots everywhere, and the training level of the "noble naval officers" was not brought into play.

How dare a bunch of ignorant people rebel? They deserve to die of poverty.

However, I probably didn’t expect that fifteen years later, the Second German Empire would also end up in the same way, perishing at the hands of a bunch of damned cannon fodder and a bunch of hateful people…

My writing soon attracted the attention of His Majesty Emperor Wilhelm II, and I was even selected to serve as His Majesty's naval adjutant on the royal yacht. With my excellent writing style and ability to grasp the psychology of superiors, His Majesty the Emperor awarded me the Order of the Red Eagle (a traditional Prussian medal like the Order of the Blue Max, which was established earlier than the famous Iron Cross).

In this way, with my versatile image, I rose rapidly to the position of a confidential staff officer in Admiral Hipper's staff, and participated in the Battle of Dogger Bank and the Battle of Skagerrak.

However, the danger of participating in the two naval battles was actually only a secondary risk for me. After all, our warships were designed to minimize damage and ensure survivability. Fortunately, although the two naval battles were very brutal, I did not suffer any injuries.

In fact, the real trouble during this period was my senior, Wolfgang Wegener.

This person has been advocating an "aggressive spirit" that he believes is more proactive - but I think it is a suicidal strategy.

He said that he would send the High Seas Fleet to Norway and use the vast sea area near the Arctic Circle to bypass the blockade of Scapa Flow. This arrogant guy even said that if possible, he would also take down a few islands in the northern part of the North Sea as the entrance and exit of the German Navy to ensure that the German Navy could attack the British shipping lines. He also said that he could create opportunities for the German Navy by dispersing the British Navy’s forces...

Moreover, this abominable lunatic, who should have gone to teach geography in my father's high school, actually said that naval warfare is only an end, and that striving for sea power to achieve the country's strategic goals is a means to an end. He also said that we should "improve the country's geopolitical situation and strategic offensive and defensive potential" through geographical advantages, fleet operations, and some so-called "national enterprising spirit"?!"----Are you asking us, the noble social elites, to die for your so-called "national strategic situation"?

This is simply ridiculous.

It is obvious that there is a powerful navy in the port that can easily deter the enemy, so why do we have to fight desperately at sea?

It was hard for us to accept the fact that we were fighting with those ridiculous British guys and using guns and cannons.

I think that the Second Empire was destroyed by a mutiny by a group of rats in the coal bunker. It must be the result of too many lunatics like him!

Of course, although the Emperor fled and the Empire was destroyed, I still stayed in the Navy. And relying on the upper-class connections I had accumulated over the years, during the Weimar Republic Navy's big sale, I not only quickly jumped from a major general in the war history department to the position of Admiral Commander-in-Chief of the German Navy in just five years, but also relied on the connections and power accumulated over the years to kick out my old rival Wegener from the Navy without any effort, and later replaced the entire Navy with my confidants!

In 1928, the German Navy had only one or two admirals, four or five lieutenant generals, and about a dozen major generals, but now it is full of generals - although there are very few capable people, it doesn't matter, as long as they are obedient.

With my abilities, I am enough to support the entire German Navy!

In 1933, when a wandering painter from an unknown place came to power, I established a relationship with him as usual, and soon became friends with the new Führer of the Reich, who even awarded me a medal and a gold Nazi Party badge.

The painter had no choice. He encountered a lot of resistance in the army, which valued tradition. Because of the existence of the Junker Officers Corps, it was difficult for him to intervene.

Of course, he was very grateful for my kindness at this time. He regarded me as his right-hand man, just like the Air Force Marshal.

Oh, by the way, that Air Marshal is the person I hate the most.

Because we are pretty much the same kind of people.

I strictly forbade my men to participate in any form of political activities, which reassured the new head of state who came from a political background.

The most basic foundation of politics is the absolute control of subordinate forces! Only forces that can be absolutely controlled can be used to fight for my interests with confidence!

Therefore, I absolutely cannot tolerate the existence of anything that is not under my control! At least not in the Navy!

Therefore, regarding the Wegener issue, I did not use the so-called academic attitude at all, but directly used political means to kick Wegener out!

I also cannot tolerate carrier-based aircraft being out of my control, even though the aircraft I envisioned is no match for that fat guy's fighter jet!

What I couldn't stand even more was that I didn't even know about the existence of Kanmusu! ----Although I didn't know what Kanmusu was, it was just that the girl who claimed to be Prince Eugen could control the cruiser Prince Eugen.

So, Lütjens, and possible accomplices, Lindemann and Bonte, etc.

I won't let any of them go.

Although they have made great contributions in the war, I must keep these things in my hands! As long as there are warships, the power of the navy will always exist! As for fighting... Isn't that what they did in the late period of World War I? Isn't it just hiding in the Baltic Sea?

As long as the navy doesn't cause trouble.

The only problem is that these few have made great contributions, and except for Lütjens who is currently serving as the captain of the Bismarck, the other positions were only transferred a few months ago...

Moreover, since I want to control the navy and warships, I can’t let too many people know about the ship spirits. It would be best if even the Führer doesn’t know about it. Although if I do that, I won’t be able to legally overthrow Lütjens’s party… Well, I’d better tell the Führer, lest I get caught like that myself…

Lütjens and his party have made great achievements in the war. If I don't make the ship spirit public, I have no legal reason to bring them down... Hmm? It seems that the Gestapo issued a joint investigation notice on Zeppelin a few months ago? It seems that there is a wanted photo of a woman... Could it be the ship spirit of Zeppelin?

And if so...it seems like we can make something.

ps: In yesterday's chapter, Bismarck confirmed the plot about Eugen... Bismarck didn't say it, I wrote it very clearly, she was confirmed in her heart.

This is Regel's heart... It's not a good thing anyway, it's black, 2333, thank you big sister

Chapter 259

"Captain, a telegram from the Admiralty!"

When Lindemann received the news, he was in the dock supervising the repair work on his warship.

Poor Grapes had suffered a lot of injuries in the last battle, especially the bottom of the ship, so this time she had to enter the dry dock. Her huge body was fixed, and the water was drained to reveal the dark red waterline, and then the workers were busy replacing the armor plates.

"Telegram? Give it to me." Lindemann took the paper from the communicator.

"Hey, be gentle!" He was reading and saw a replacement armor plate hit the hull due to the crane not being controlled properly. He couldn't help but shouting "It's going to be broken!"

"Got it, Captain, don't worry!"

Several workers looked at each other helplessly and immediately said that they would be more careful. Lindman then nodded and continued to look at the telegram in his hand.

In the past few days, Lindemann has been on the front line of construction, directing their work. When encountering such things, he repeatedly pointed them out loudly. For the shipyard staff, for a 50,000-ton steel monster, what does it matter if a piece of armor plate weighing several tons hits it? This captain is really too nervous and treats this ship as a treasure. But there is nothing they can do because of his high rank, so they can only nod their heads.

Lindeman was helpless. Grape, who was more sensitive to big movements, said that her body was itchy and she needed delicious food to continue working and go out. For the sake of his wallet, Lindeman could only strictly control the construction...

Thus was created the legend of a meticulous captain.

"Let me go to Berlin to report the results of this battle? Bonte will go too?" Lindemann looked at the contents of the telegram carefully and asked in confusion.

The complete course of the battle and tactical information were all taken away by Fleet Commander Lütjens, who reported to Berlin. Even if I went there, I would only be there to repeat some things, and I would also have to bring Bonte with me.

Isn't it a waste of time?

Is there a reward?

Lindemann thought about it and thought that this might be a possibility, although he felt that it would be more meaningful to supervise the construction of Tirpitz here.

"Deputy Captain, you come here and watch. I'm going to find Bangtai."

"Yes!"

Bonte was also struggling with this issue on Zeppelin. After reading the telegram, he expressed his incomprehension. But on the other hand, it was not without precedent. It was also normal to ask the grassroots captains about their opinions on the battle. Therefore, the two nodded and quickly decided to set off. After all, it was an order from the Navy Department.

After returning to the ship, Lindemann pulled Tirpitz, who was still in bed, and tricked her into going to the airport under the pretext of meeting her sister, and boarded a plane to Berlin.

A few hours later, the plane landed at Berlin Airport at dusk.

"Is this to welcome us?" Bangtai, who had just got off the plane, noticed that the atmosphere was not right.

He naturally didn't think that the group of people who were waiting to welcome them at the airport would come to celebrate and welcome them in a grand manner, but today they didn't even have the smiling faces they usually had. They just looked at them seriously as they got off the plane.

Watching them head toward... a point of no return?

"Lindmann, it seems like there are a lot of people around looking at us." Tirpitz, who was sensitive by nature, shrank towards Lindemann like a frightened animal and said timidly.

"Don't talk, just follow me." Lindemann turned slightly to Tirpitz and said. He was originally chatting and laughing on the plane, but he soon realized that this matter would not be so simple.

"kindness···"

Tirpitz followed closely.

When they got off the plane, they found that there were quite a few soldiers armed with live ammunition.

What's happening here? !

"Hello, Chief of Staff." Bangtai frowned and looked at a man who walked out from the soldiers. It was their chief of staff, but he did not come alone. Instead, he was accompanied by four sergeants holding submachine guns.

The visitor is not good.

The chief of staff glanced at the "trembling" Tirpitz and said nothing. He just waved his hand, and the four sergeants around him immediately stepped forward, loaded their guns with a click, and surrounded Lindemann and the other two.

"Lindmann, Bonte, according to the marshal's instructions, you are arrested." The chief of staff said lightly.

"What does this mean?" Lindman asked, looking at the black holes on the gun muzzles.

"You are suspected of treason, collusion with independent groups, concealment of state secrets, etc. Marshal Reger has personally ordered your arrest."

"It seems that the situation is beyond my imagination." Bontai looked at Lindeman helplessly. He had thought that Reger would be unhappy about this incident, but he did not expect such a strong reaction. He naturally would not believe such nonsense as treason. They knew very well whether there was treason or not, and Reger also knew it in his heart. It was just an excuse.

Is this a major cleanup?

However, he would never have guessed that it was because Zeppelin's identity was leaked.

"I thought it was a good thing, but I didn't expect it to be such a good thing." Lindeman shook his head. "Well, it's useless to say anything. What should we do?"

"Come with me. You can talk to the marshal if you have anything to say." The chief of staff nodded, then put the muzzle of the gun to their backs and pushed them towards the parked car.

Tizi was very nervous, of course not because of the gun behind her. She knew very well that she was not afraid of these tiny bullets at all, but she was afraid that her every move would threaten Lindeman's safety. She didn't understand the twists and turns between humans, and didn't know that this was just a pretend arrest, and she would not shoot unless it was absolutely necessary.

So Tirpitz was also pushed onto the car.

"Relax, Tizi, don't be nervous." Lindemann smiled and comforted his secretary, as if he didn't see her expression that was about to cry.

"Lindman, what should I do?" she whispered anxiously.

"Don't act rashly. Follow them and wait until the time is right, then run out and find your sister. I'm worried that Lütjens may be in danger. Tell them!" Lindmann said quickly in her ear.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them were divided into three cars and then drove quickly towards the Navy Department.

The chief of staff watched the three cars leave one after another, and then said to the soldiers around him, "Tell the marshal that the people are on the way."

"Yes!"

A signal was sent to the Admiralty, and then another telegram was sent from the Admiralty to William Shipyard.

The workers who were busy on the Tirpitz and Zeppelin were suddenly told to leave the ship, and the crew were also expelled from the ship by the pie team. The captains were not there, leaving only the angry deputy captain negotiating with their leader.

But it was of no use, and soon the deputy captain was also taken under control.

Those people who suddenly appeared opened all the oil tanks of Tirpitz and Zeppelin in full view of everyone, and then pumped all the heavy oil that had not been emptied in time to the shore through hoses. Soon, the oil tanks of the two ships were empty.

Reger gave the order almost immediately after Lindemann and Bonte took control.

Although he didn't know what the so-called ship spirits were for, and Lütjens didn't say either, but from Top's description of Eugen's current battle record and the past battle records of Bismarck and Tirpitz, the impact of ship spirits on war was very large. According to Top, the entire battleship was under the control of the ship spirits, and even the ship spirits were enough for them to operate the battleship alone - of course, Eugen with fish lips didn't know what Regel was going to do to the sisters she had never met, and even Top didn't know, he was just following orders to report.

If one person can control a warship, then if the ship spirits rebel, they may destroy all the ships in the port, or even escape. Although Regel didn't want this to happen, he was still prepared - unloading all the ammunition and fuel.

Although Grape, who was in the car, had long been separated from the ship's energy supply, he suddenly felt hungry, and then he noticed that the cake shop passing by the car window smelled so good...

"Lindman clearly wanted to bring me here to eat this, but why did it turn out like this..." She muttered a few words.

His car was at the end, so Lindman had to find a chance to escape. If he wanted to run, no one should be able to find him, right?

Of course, Bismarck's sister asked her to be a lady, and as a lady she should not take the first step, so Tirpitz decided to use courtesy first and then force.

What if I really get myself off the bus?

"Stop! I want to get off!"

She protested angrily to the two soldiers beside her, waving her white little fists vigorously to express her dissatisfaction.

As you can imagine, the two soldiers just sneered and didn't take the people's demands to heart at all.

"Be quiet!" One of the soldiers was about to pat Ti Zi's head when he saw a tuft of hair on the girl's head suddenly stand up. Then a long leg stretched out, crossed the gap between him and the front seat, and kicked the car door.

"Bang——" There was a loud noise, and the entire car door flew off the car and disappeared.

stunned!

The soldier was still in shock when Tizi pushed him. He was blinded to find himself flying out of the car, and then his helmet hit the ground violently and rolled over.

"Sorry, I think I used a little too much force..." Tizi stuck out his tongue and jumped out of the car door.

"A prisoner has escaped! Stop the car!"

"Ji——" After the harsh sound of brakes, the car stopped.

The remaining soldiers quickly jumped off the car, but they only saw Ti Zi get up from the ground, patted his clothes, and ran quickly in the opposite direction.

"Fire! Fire!" the escorting officer shouted angrily.

"Yes!"

"Bang, bang, bang--" the submachine gun sounded, and a series of sparks flashed from behind Ti Zi, and one even hit her body, but this did not hinder her escape. The lazy Ti Zi showed the cleverness of a mouse at this time, dodging left and right and disappeared from their sight.

"Chase!"