Bismarck

The three people quickly walked out of the medical station.

"Why can you speak Mandarin?" Yongfu thought for a while and felt that he should ask, although he was still somewhat resistant to speaking to Germans.

"National language?" Bismarck asked in confusion. "Oh, Mandarin?"

"mandarin?"

"Forget it, even if you tell me, you don't know."

Yongfu felt that he was being looked down upon by a foreigner. This foreigner actually spoke Mandarin more fluently than he did!

"What do you mean I don't know?" he asked.

"It's roughly the same as the Mandarin you mentioned. I learned Chinese at the University of Berlin," said Bismarck.

"Berlin?"

"You know Berlin, the capital of Germany," Bismarck explained.

"I know that, and I know that you are German."

Yang Yongfu said the word "German" with great emphasis, gnashing his teeth...

"Yeah, but I think China is actually pretty good." The Persian cat smiled.

"China is actually quite good?" Yongfu's voice turned cold when he heard this.

"You seem unhappy, little brother. What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Bismarck found that after she said this, the Chinese man opposite her had a gloomy face and was a little confused.

As expected, he shouldn't have talked to these executioners. He thought of the dead soldiers again.

After hearing this, the Persian cat was stunned...

What is this scenario?

He looked dazed just now, why is he so bitter and vengeful now?

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, this can be considered a compatriot if not an old friend - although it seems that others do not treat her as one of their own.

Bismarck, with a head full of question marks, wanted to touch the boy's head to show his goodwill, but the boy just turned his head away.

"Um...what's wrong with you?"

"You don't touch me!"

Isn't it said that... Germany and China have cooperated before?

Shouldn't there be a good feeling...?

Bismarck certainly could not have imagined the reason.

On the other side, with an angry shout of "Let's go!", Yongfu angrily pulled his brother's hand, turned around and walked towards the stands.

Only Bismarck was left with a confused look on his face.

Who did she offend?

ps: This chapter is so poorly written that, in fact, I didn’t even feel like writing it.

To be honest, I didn't expect that the book review group would explode after I mentioned kmt and geotechnical engineering.

Just like what a reader said, this book contains all kinds of ideologies, some of which are even contradictory. I have to find a balance between all parties, which is the most tiring thing.

Let's not talk about whether to surrender or not, because the ending has not even been determined. All developments are determined by the history of this book. It can be clearly said that if the ship sinks in battle, it is the result that historical deduction can no longer be made. The same is true for surrendering. It will not make people feel far-fetched - by the way, as long as the dragon bones are broken, the Persian cat will not die.

This time, KMT and geotechnical engineering were introduced only for the opening of the Far East Line. There is no doubt that KMT and geotechnical engineering have their own contributions to the War of Resistance.

Although I myself am a sea slug and have my own opinions on positions, but for the sake of most of my readers, I will try my best to find a balance between the story and the background, and try not to show political positions.

Whether you continue reading or are ready to leave, Qianqiu expresses gratitude, because those who see this passage are subscribed.

But I still want to say one more thing. Although there are various ideologies, I am sorry to the person who whitewashes the Japanese who committed the Nanjing Massacre. You are not welcome in this book. This is the first time I have banned other "people" from speaking in my book.

Chapter 305: Emergency meeting before returning home

Bismarck felt a little unhappy after being inexplicably despised, but everyone had left. Should he rush up and say something to him?

Besides, the person opposite her was still a little kid of about 17 or 18 years old. How could she treat him like a child?

"Where have you been?" Schulenburg asked curiously when he saw her coming back with a depressed look on her face.

"Nothing, I just saw someone fall and sent him to the hospital."

"Then why do you look like that?"

"Oh, no more talk." Bismarck shook his head helplessly. "When are we leaving?"

"Come on, you said this parade is over?"

“No, leave the Soviet Union.”

"Haha, can't you stand this weather?" Schulenburg was about to laugh, but then he noticed that Bismarck's clothes...

"What do you think?" Bismarck asked back.

"Why do you want to leave? It won't take long, probably just today or tomorrow. The head of state can't wait any longer."

"The Führer can't wait any longer..." Bismarck repeated this sentence, and then coupled with Schulenburg's deep voice and malicious smile...it seems that the result is obvious.

She thought Dalin and the leader were in true love. Well, naive!

After the parade, Stalin invited the entire delegation to have lunch in the banquet hall, and then they gave each other words of blessing, wishing that the friendship between Germany and the Soviet Union would last forever... In short, some people in the audience began to feel drowsy, and both sides had just finished speaking.

I don't think it will last forever, but maybe it can last for a second...

As expected, Hitler no longer wanted to stay in the Soviet Union. Shortly after the banquet, all members of the delegation were gathered at the station and boarded the Red Arrow Express that evening.

No one spoke on the train, and no one discussed anything. The only order Hitler gave to Bismarck was to do everything possible to search for valuable intelligence around - because both trains were "inadvertently" arranged by the Soviet side to depart at night, and ordinary intelligence personnel would not be able to see anything.

However, as the train was moving fast, it was difficult for Bismarck to find anything valuable. Moreover, he had already scanned it when he came, and the results were not much.

Hitler returned to Leningrad and went straight back to Bismarck's ship, and soon convened the first meeting in these days. All members of the delegation reported the information they had obtained.

Before entering the conference room, Keitel, Speer and Bismarck stood at the door chatting.

Speer was the architect of the German dictatorship and the Minister of Infrastructure of Germany. Since there were always some military projects in German infrastructure projects, he was familiar with Keitel. This time, he was brought up to investigate the Soviet infrastructure to determine some parameters of the Barbarossa Plan.

Bismarck and Speer, the royal architect with a mustache, were not very familiar with each other before. They first got to know each other when they were discussing the strength of roadbeds on a luxury train... But after spending so many days together, they got along well and gradually had topics to talk about.

Although Speer did not know about the Barbarossa plan, he was a close confidant of the mustache, and his business scope was also related to the military. Perhaps for this reason, he also had a certain degree of confidentiality. Moreover, this is the Persian cat's own body, and there is no concern about the ***. So it is okay to talk about some non-prohibited topics.

"How are you doing?" Speer asked.

"I guess the negotiation was not successful. You saw how the Führer looked. He was very unhappy." Bismarck leaned against the wall, waiting for Hitler's arrival. Holding a meeting as soon as he arrived on the ship proved that the matter was important.

"It really doesn't look good. Maybe things will get serious..."

"To be honest, I think we should speed up production. According to what we have learned about the Soviet Union, their factories are much more efficient than ours. Do you know how long it took the Bismarck under your feet to enter the factory and leave? It was almost a year. This speed is too slow. This is the case in the navy, and I think it is similar in other places." Bismarck, who knew the Soviet Union's terrifying tank production capacity in history, glanced at Keitel and said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"This..." Keitel could only smile awkwardly: "We haven't entered the war mobilization yet, so this worker, haha..."

After all, it's still Hitler's fault?

Well, after all, he is an elected head of state, and he has to fight against the constraints and influence of certain traditional forces in the country (the Junker warlords), so he cannot be too harsh on the people. So some policies are like this. Until now, Germany still has an eight-hour work system, not much overtime, and has not entered a wartime economy and rationing system. But fortunately, the little mustache has cracked down on speculation very hard, and at least so far, Germany is still the upper hand, so there is no situation of difficulty in life for the time being.

"I know we didn't enter wartime production, but I mean we can improve efficiency through other means, such as production methods."

"But how do we do this?" Keitel didn't understand industry, so he was also confused.

"I've actually been thinking about this. If we adopt intensive production and unified standardized parts and the like, production efficiency will definitely increase." Speer replied with a smile. However, Persian Cat himself was also full of question marks.

"Well, actually I don't understand either." To be honest, this is a bit embarrassing. I don't understand the topic I started...

"Haha, it's great that Miss Bismarck has this idea."

But speaking of it, it seems that there are some things I can suggest to the Führer?

A bright light bulb seemed to light up above Speer's head...?

"Ah, no more talking, the Führer is coming." Bismarck saw Hitler coming.

After everyone entered the meeting room, she closed the door.

"It seems that the Soviet Union is ready to be hostile to us. What should we do?" Hitler glanced at his ministers and generals seriously and asked for their opinions.

"Führer, I think we should not become hostile to another big country when we are already at war with Britain," said one of the officials.

Only a few people around Hitler knew about Plan Barbarossa. The rest of the people did not know that Hitler had such a shocking and crazy plan in his mind. They simply thought that this would be an act of hostility, because you know, if you go to war with the Soviet Union now, you will be put in a situation where you will be attacked from all sides. Even a powerful country would not want such a thing to happen.

"Führer, we must speed up the production of heavy equipment at home. If we don't, we will fall behind the Soviet Union. Once the war breaks out, we will be in a very unfavorable position!" said Marshal Keitel, who had just talked with Bismarck and Speer.

To be honest, he was very surprised. He was one of the few people who knew about this plan and was also the drafter of the Barbarossa Plan in history. Even though he tried his best to dissuade Hitler from attacking the Soviet Union before coming here, and even used Bismarck to illustrate the example indirectly, this trip to the Soviet Union made him realize that the last effort was over, so the next thing was to do his best to prepare for war.

As a soldier, he knew that the Soviet Union was secretly developing its armaments and preparing for expansion - and the target of expansion, after the end of buffer zones such as Poland, was only Germany. In order to seize the initiative, Marshal Celtic was ready to stand on the side of the Führer.

But just before that, after he talked with Bismarck and Speer, he seemed to have some new ideas in his mind...

And the mustache guy is also talking about this now...

"You all know how cold the Soviet Union is, so we need all kinds of huge resources and logistical facilities to cope with the severe cold weather in the Soviet Union. If we are not prepared, our soldiers will not be able to advance in winter." The mustache said seriously, "We also need more heavy tanks. The existing tanks cannot cope with the Soviets' latest products!"

"The latest Soviet product?" There were also some people in the delegation who had no authority to know about the KV and T34 tanks before, mainly representatives from the industrial sector. But now that the mustache was planning to bid for a new tank, it was natural for him to tell them about it.

"And we have to increase production! Greatly increase production!!" Hitler said in a shocking tone.

"Yield?"

"Yes! When we visited the Soviet Union this time, the secret service found out that the Soviet Union was producing new tanks!" The mustache man took out a few pieces of paper and distributed them to the people below. They were sketches of the T34 and KV tanks drawn by Persian Cat. Later, Keitel and the two secret service chiefs worked with Bismarck to re-draw these pictures in detail.

"The performance of these tanks has been marked on the map. Our current weapons are completely unable to compete with their new tanks!" The man with the mustache had a gloomy and stern expression. He knew very well how inefficient his subordinates were. "In just one workshop in Leningrad, they have more than 200 tanks of this type, and they are now working overtime to produce them! And that factory definitely has more than one workshop, and the Soviet Union definitely has more than one tank factory!! ----And what about our country? The current tank production capacity is 150 per month, right?! An armored division must have at least 200 tanks, but our production capacity can't even produce an armored division in a month!!"

"I mentioned this a few years ago. I also mentioned this at the end of the Battle of France. We must produce at least 600 tanks a month, preferably more than 1,000!" As he spoke, he became more and more angry. Unable to control his emotions, the man with a mustache roared, "I said we need so many tanks, but what did the Ministry of Industry say? We need an investment of 5 billion marks? When has a country as poor as the Soviet Union invested more than 5 billion? But what is their production capacity?"

"With the enemy at hand, the Ministry of Industry must take responsibility. You must find a way to increase military production capacity." Hitler said firmly - if production capacity cannot be changed, I don't mind changing the minister. "

The Minister of Industry, Walter Funk, looked pale and blue...

And the questioning of the mustache continues...

"You, tell me, do you have any solution? Who among you has any solution?"

"Führer...if we learn to work overtime like the Soviets, the workers' overtime pay will be very high..." The Minister of Industry said weakly: "Neither the progressive wage tax nor the Labor Front Charter allows this..."

"Workers' wages? They are paid by the Labor Front. I can order that workers' overtime pay is tax-free. I will not impose a single cent of tax on my citizens, nor will I force them to do so. But you must increase production capacity. Remember, you are the Minister of Industry!"

"I..." Fengke's heart was really %......*＃@＃￥......

......Everyone in the meeting hall fell silent in the face of the mustache's roar, except...

"...Um, Führer, I have some immature ideas..." Infrastructure Minister Speer raised his hand weakly.

Seeing Speer raise his hand, Keitel's eyes suddenly lit up...

Funk glared at Speer fiercely: Why is Speer joining in on his job? Are you trying to steal his power?

"Oh? Any ideas? Tell me first." But just as he was about to refute Speer's "meddling", Hitler spoke from the main seat with an approving expression on his face...

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A week ago...

UK, 10 Downing Street, Prime Minister's Office...

"...In other words, before the Hermes returned a few days ago, you had already completed all the combat preparations for the Glorious?" The fat Prime Minister sat behind the desk, looking at the charts and documents on the desk. Opposite the Prime Minister was the First Sea Lord of the United Kingdom.

"Yes, Your Excellency. The HMS Glorious is now ready for battle. Her deployment can greatly alleviate the current financial constraints of our navy." The First Sea Lord said with certainty.

"Let the Hermes and Hood work together to watch the German mainland, and then the Glorious can be withdrawn to fight... and there is also the Argus on the mainland. Anyway, we are fighting on the mainland, and Bismarck is now on the Russian side. It is enough to only have two light aircraft carriers on the mainland." Churchill took a puff of his cigar and nodded: "This is a good idea!"

"Then, Prime Minister, please tell me where the HMS Glorious is deployed now?" The First Sea Lord opened a memorandum and handed it to Churchill. Churchill flipped through it twice, looked up and asked, "What is the situation in our combat directions now?"

"Yes! Now we have two main directions. The Atlantic direction. Now Samoville's fast fleet is pursuing Lütjens with the 'limited assistance' of the US Navy. But Lütjens is very cunning. He saw that we have the assistance of the US Navy in the North Atlantic and sufficient escort force. Now he seems to be preparing to move towards the South Atlantic... Although we can judge that he probably intends to intercept the fleet departing from the Cape of Good Hope. But the South Atlantic is too large and our military strength is limited. We may not be able to catch him for a while..." reported the First Sea Lord.

"Hmm...what about the other direction?"

"The other direction is the Mediterranean, and the pressure here is no less than that in the Atlantic. Not long ago, Italy's two newest battleships, the Vittorio Veneto and the Littorio, were commissioned. These are two modern and powerful warships. Together with the old warships currently in the Italian Navy, they are not a force to be underestimated..." The Sea Minister smiled bitterly and continued, "Now we only have four Queen-class battleships in the Mediterranean. The only aircraft carrier, the Eagle, was injured in the Battle of Calabria a while ago. It has been fighting with injuries until now. The hull is in very poor condition and must be repaired... The Navy Department has already negotiated a repair contract with an American repair shop, but if this happens, the Mediterranean Fleet will have no naval aviation..."

"So what do you mean? Where should the Glorious be placed?" Churchill thought for a moment, then looked up and asked.

The First Sea Lord seemed to have thought about this question before. When he heard Churchill's question, he answered without hesitation: "My suggestion is that it would be better for HMS Glorious to reinforce the Mediterranean."

"We don't let the Glorious go after Lütjens because, first, they are too far away and the Glorious can't catch up. Second, the actual threat from the German Atlantic Fleet has decreased. The South Pacific is very scattered, so it's not easy for us to chase him, but it's also not easy for him to chase a merchant fleet. And the merchant fleet can avoid Lütjens' pursuit as long as it goes to the Pan-American Neutral Zone near Latin America!"

"But the Mediterranean Fleet is different. Our counterattack in North Africa has not yet begun, and the Italian Fleet can transport reinforcements to North Africa at any time. The only thing that can limit the Italian Navy is the Mediterranean Fleet, but they do not have the performance to compete with the two Vittorio Veneto battleships. Moreover, the air threat in the Mediterranean is very large, and aircraft carriers must be used to assist the fleet in air defense and reconnaissance, and even as the main force to attack the Italian fleet..." The First Sea Lord told Churchill the judgment of the Admiralty one by one. "Therefore, under the premise that encircling and annihilating Lütjens may not have a greater effect, it is recommended to eliminate the threat in the Mediterranean first!..."