Bismarck

The Führer took control of the entire territory without firing a single shot, and easily took its territory into his arms. In fact, there were early signs of its fall. As early as the end of September 9, in order to prevent the outbreak of war, Britain, France and other countries decided to sacrifice the interests of Slovakia. Multinational leaders headed by Chamberlain and Hitler signed the infamous Munich Agreement in Munich. The Agreement arbitrarily decided to cede the Sudetenland of Slovakia to Germany without the consent of the Slovak government, and Germany sent troops to the area in September .

This was the pinnacle of Chamberlain's appeasement policy. For the sake of the so-called "peace of a generation", the interests of the allies were shamelessly sold out, and the weak countries could only passively accept it. Facts later proved that the ridiculous "peace" was not achieved at all, but instead increased Hitler's ambitions and caused the outbreak of the world war.

This is capitalism, the capitalism that puts on a civilized face and speaks better than it sings. When I heard the news on the radio that "Germany asked Slovakia to declare independence, then Slovak Prime Minister Tylai "agreed" to independence and asked Germany to send troops for "protection". Czech President Haca signed the communiqué prepared in advance by Germany, which said that the Czech President is confident that the fate of the Czech people and the country will be handed over to the German head of state..." I just smiled contemptuously.

They were betrayed, and they were betrayed with great expectation. Poland will be betrayed next. I thought maliciously that Western democracy is bound to be betrayed. Whether it is Slovakia or Poland now, or the Arab Spring in the future, will Westerners really do good for people in other countries? Maybe in the next life!

It turns out that the so-called anti-fascist allies were the most evil enemy - if Hitler had not exterminated the Jews.

In April, I conducted my third sea trial, and this voyage ended perfectly again. After returning to my home port of Hamburg, I did not make any new modifications because there was no need for further improvement. The entire ship was full of confidence in my combat capability. I don't know how the word "Goddess of Victory" that Lindemann said last time got through to the lower ranks. Now the sailors on the entire ship call my original body the Goddess of Victory, and the projection that they think is "the same name" is also called "Goddess" - even though Bismarck should have been a noun representing iron and blood.

I gladly accepted this because they didn't know that I was actually the battleship under their feet. It was actually a pretty good feeling to have a secret in my heart that no one else knew about.

I have been staying in the port since I came back from the sea trial. These are the most leisurely days since I was launched. Because of my outstanding performance in the sea trial, the captain did not have too many restrictions on my behavior. He let me wander around the port all day long and only reminded me occasionally to pay attention to reading.

I agreed to this with a frown on my face, but what the hell is this feeling of being a high school teacher?

Oh, by the way, during this time I also found a little friend, a big tabby cat named Oscar.

I met him on a May evening. I was walking on the dock with the captain, and then a cat and a dog appeared in front of us. Cats and dogs, you know, are enemies from the previous life. I have seen movies about cats and dogs before, and it is still fresh in my memory. I left the captain and followed excitedly, wanting to take a good look.

However, this cat obviously didn't have much fighting power, and was only relatively agile, so it kept running after the dog for a long time without being caught up. Seeing me passing by, the thief cat immediately gave up its original escape direction and ran towards me. I felt that it also used all its strength, and soon it was at my feet.

"Meow meow meow~" I twitched my lips and watched it rub against my feet and call out in a coquettish voice. At first I didn't react to what was going on, but when I saw the puppy standing a few meters away and staring at it, I knew it regarded me as its umbrella of protection.

"How clever!" I don't know what to say anymore

Just as I was watching with great interest how the situation would develop, the captain came over.

He looked at me and the big cat at my feet, then glanced at the puppy not far away.

"What's going on?" he asked.

The captain was over 1.8 meters tall and was much more oppressive than me. He just stood next to me, and I keenly felt that the puppy unconsciously took a step back and its tail was pressed down a little, while the cat on my side meowed even more happily.

He really knows how to change with the wind... I was speechless as I watched the cat acting coquettishly. He was so cunning.

The puppy whined a few times, then ran away dejectedly with its tail drooping under the captain's silent, oppressive gaze.

"Okay, you can go now." After the puppy ran away, I kicked it gently with my foot, signaling it to "roll" as far as it could.

"Meow~" Keep rubbing and ignore me

The result was beyond my expectation. This thief cat still attached itself to me. After I couldn't drive it away no matter how hard I tried, I asked the captain for permission and brought it back to the ship - since you don't want to leave, then accept my torture. I think you will like the waves that would make even mice jump into the sea! I thought maliciously.

Since it is so shameless that I can't believe it, I named it Oscar. Well, isn't it very descriptive? It's an actor!

Actually, calling them “politicians” is not bad either.

Speaking of politicians, I think of the dog-eat-dog incident that is about to take place. It is now May. Three months later, just a few days before the outbreak of the World War, the Soviet Union and Germany signed a non-aggression pact. Although this pact is like a fart in the eyes of later generations, and my head of state does not seem to be someone who will abide by the pact, but in the special historical environment I was in at the time, the signing of this pact also represented the disintegration of the Anglo-French-Soviet alliance to jointly fight against German expansion. Chamberlain tolerated Hitler's ambitions and even sacrificed Czechoslovakia in order to guide Hitler's already started chariot to the east - the Soviet Union. Of course, the Soviet Union would not wait for death and immediately signed a non-aggression pact.

In fact, everyone knew that war was inevitable, but they all wanted to avoid facing the flames of war, which led to an unmanageable situation in the end. If France had stopped Hitler from sending troops to the south bank of the Rhine the first time, would history have been different? This question has always been in my mind.

Of course, the most important point is not to believe what politicians say, because their words are not as trustworthy as those of women.

Leisurely days always end quickly, especially when I am enjoying them. From May to August, three months passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, I occasionally searched for broadcasts from the East when I was free. I knew that TG had considerable strength at that time. After the Long March, it arrived at the Yan'an base area and should have its own international broadcasts. But I was unlucky and never found any. Until one time, when no one was around, I turned on a high-power search for all channels.

"Hello, dear listeners, this is Yan'an Xinhua Radio Station..."

When the familiar voice flowed out of the loudspeaker, I was shocked and looked at the radio in disbelief. Then my eyes turned red. I covered my face and lay in front of the radio, tears streaming through my fingers.

I have waited for this day for so long...

August 15, 1939

That day, the captain called Lindmann and I to the captain's room alone. After I locked the door, he took out a thick battle plan from the safe behind him.

"Captain, what is this?" Lindman asked in surprise.

I had a blank expression on my face. I had known this day would come, but now that it had finally arrived, I actually felt a little relieved.

The captain looked at me and said in a deep voice

"First Officer Lindemann, I am officially issuing the 'White Plan' action plan to you. Bismarck is listening."

"Yes, Captain," we said in unison

"Combat document on the Bismarck battleship assisting the army in capturing the Westerpla Peninsula. Time: 4:00 a.m. on August 26, 1938. Combat method: Provide artillery cover for the landing army and destroy all defense measures on the island..."

The captain read it in a calm tone. He was mentally prepared. I am afraid that the only one who was surprised was Lindemann. He was so shocked that he could not speak. He just nodded mechanically. As I watched this serious atmosphere, I had some inappropriate thoughts - it turned out that I was the one who fired the first shot of World War II.

What a comic scene! I sighed.

"Our ship weighed anchor on August 17, 1938 and headed for the designated sea area! The battle plan has been read out!"

The captain looked at us.

“Any questions?”

"No!" Lindman and I looked at each other and said in unison.

The age of iron and fire has arrived, and the first to fall will be Poland.

My blood is boiling

The first volume ends, the next volume is the era of iron and blood

Chapter 28: Target—Poland!

Except for me, the captain and Lindmann, the truth about this voyage was known to the rest of the sailors, who all believed that we were carrying out a friendly activity to commemorate the officers and soldiers who died in World War I as we had announced to the outside world.

Haha...bullshit.

Let me talk about my destination. Danzig is the estuary of the Vistula River, the largest river in Eastern Europe. It used to be a German territory, but due to Germany's defeat in World War I, it had to be ceded to Poland according to the provisions of the Treaty of Versailles. Now Danzig is Poland's most important foreign port. A large amount of import and export goods pass through here every day, creating huge wealth. After Hitler came to power, he wanted to take back Danzig, but was rejected by the Polish government. Since then, as far as I know, in order to deal with possible disputes, the Polish government spent several years fortifying the Westerpla Peninsula at the mouth of Danzig.

Well, yes, fortification.

I was worried that the fortress's firepower would pose a threat to me, but when the captain handed me a troop map drawn by a spy, I took a quick look and realized that my previous worries were completely unfounded.

The strongest firepower of the fortress was only 81-caliber mortars and 75-caliber cannons, and the rest of the soldiers were even more pitiful - a few second-hand machine guns recovered from the French. Such weak firepower is not even qualified to scratch my itch, not to mention that the defense force was only 182 people, which was really vulnerable compared to our fully armed -man army.

I feel relieved, it's almost like playing.

The captain was not interested in the enemy's army, and in his eyes they were vulnerable, so he gave me an additional task.

"We will anchor at this port," he said, pointing to the map and photos. "Around nine o'clock is the location of the Polish warships, there are two destroyers in total."

Photos from this era are still not good enough, not to mention that they were taken by spies while they were sneaking around. I could only make out a blurry black shadow, and after careful analysis I could see that there were three figures, none of them very big.

"There is another gunboat at four o'clock, but it is of a small caliber and poses no threat to you. When the war starts, your Anton and Bruno main guns will suppress the island's defenders and destroy the fortifications, while the Caesar and Dora turrets will attack the two destroyers. Do you understand?"

(In order to prevent mishearing of orders, the military has specific code names, similar to the "Dong Dong Yao" (001) in the Rabbit Army. In the text, Anthony, Bruno, Caesar and Dora correspond to the ABCD turrets respectively, from front to back)

"Understood, Captain," I said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will make them sink to the bottom of the sea as soon as possible."

I can tear apart such thin hulls in an instant.

"That's good," the captain nodded.

"This is your first time going to the battlefield. How is it? Are you nervous?" He asked, motioning me to sit on the sofa in front of him.

The sea was calm now, so sitting wasn't too uncomfortable, so I sat down as I was told.

But is this to give me psychological counseling?

"A little bit" I told myself honestly. No matter how I told myself and comforted myself, this mentality was still inevitable.

The "normal mind" captain slowly exhaled the smoke. He used to ask me if I minded him smoking a cigar, but now he just lights it up directly.

"Don't worry, no one can hurt you." The captain looked at me calmly, but I could still hear pride in his tone, pride in me.

"I know" I know I have the capital

"Don't worry about killing people," he added. "You are fighting for Germany. As long as it is for the country, it is glorious. Whether it is you or me, as a soldier on the battlefield, you don't have to consider the right or wrong of this war. That will only cause trouble to yourself. All you have to do is fire at the enemy. Either kill others or be killed."

"Captain, then, if you know that the war is doomed to fail and your death as a soldier is meaningless?" I asked, "Should there still be a reason to continue fighting?"

"What is valuable? I don't think I can answer your question." The captain stared into my eyes, "But I know that as long as you faithfully execute your orders, even if the orders are wrong, you still have glory."

"Your honor is loyalty," he said seriously.

Is my honor loyalty?

"Captain, can I ask you one more question?" I said.

"Okay, the last one."

“I want to know who you are fighting for”

The atmosphere suddenly became silent

I look into the captain's eyes and wonder if you are doing this for one person or for a country...

The captain sat up straight and said slowly and firmly, "In my heart, only Germany is supreme."

"I understand, your goal is my goal"

I walked out of the captain's room and came to the bridge. Without the worry of the Polish fortress, I was now very relaxed, looking at the blue sea and sky outside, humming an unknown tune.

"The song is good, where did it come from?" Lindemann came to my side without knowing when.

Will I tell you it was decades later? I rolled my eyes at him and said, "I made it myself."

"You have talent," Lindeman smiled, "I see you don't seem to be worried at all."

"What are you worried about?"

"You are about to face the artillery fire of the Polish defenders," Lindemann said, "Why, aren't you afraid of pain?"

"Tsk," I sneered, looking in the direction of Poland with some disdain. "Just relying on that small barrel of a few dozen millimeters? I can't even call it a cannon. It's just a big firework. It's not even qualified to tickle me."

I patted my chest and said proudly, "20,000 tons of armor."

Lindman suddenly choked and kept coughing, almost crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked curiously, why was he reacting so strongly?

He was silent for a while, then stared at my "upper body" for a long time. He said in a strange tone:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it really is 20,000 tons!"

"Get out of here!!!"

I kept beating Lindman until he begged for mercy, and then I stopped.

"Don't be so crazy on the bridge, the captain will scold you if he sees you." Lindman glared at me and straightened his messy collar.

“Who do you think will get scolded if I tell the captain what you said?” I snorted.

"Ahem, you just said it yourself," Lindman said "helplessly," I..."

He was about to say something when he suddenly saw my serious expression.

"what happened?"

"Fifteen miles away, there are two warships coming towards us." I closed my eyes, then opened them again and nodded in affirmation, "They are destroyers, Polish."

"Call the captain over, and call the radar technician as well!" Lindmann immediately returned to the bridge, gave orders loudly, and picked up the telescope at the same time.

"Yes"

It is really abnormal to see Polish warships now!

Admiral Erich Raeder, the commander-in-chief of the navy, issued an order that could be summarized as follows: "After the start of the White Plan, destroy the Polish navy; block the Polish coast, clog its ports, and disrupt Polish maritime shipping; ensure Germany's maritime security". To this end, the German navy was divided into three battle groups and quietly ambushed in the Baltic Sea, waiting for the sound of gunfire to pounce on various Polish naval bases and sink their respective targets. I am now in the first echelon, and have been assigned the task of two destroyers, while the other two formations are cruising in the Baltic Sea.

According to the intelligence, all the ships of the Polish Navy have been in the port these days, but now two of them have appeared here... I have a hunch that these are my targets, the two destroyers that should have been in Danzig.

Lindemann loudly questioned the radar technician on the bridge why he did not report the fleet ahead in time - my gun control radar scanning distance is 25 kilometers, while my body's perception is 15 kilometers.

First of all, I want to explain why I didn't detect the enemy immediately. Because in normal times, I usually don't connect radar information to my brain, which would be very annoying. I only receive radar waves in wartime for more information sharing. Therefore, I now shield the radar from my body. So I didn't know about this when the radar detected the enemy.

But I really can't blame the technician for this. I looked at the technician's aggrieved look and thought to myself that the radars of this era are too simple and can only see a blurry shadow. In non-wartime, there is really no need for real-time reporting. Moreover, in this situation of high-speed navigation and the relative speed of the opponent, ten kilometers is really just a short time. I detected it before I could determine the situation.

I guess he's still wondering how Lindemann knew this...

"Are you sure this is a Polish destroyer?" The captain came to the bridge and asked me first.

“Yes” I nodded “and it is very likely the two in Danzig” |

"I've seen them," Lindemann said, holding up his binoculars. He had been observing in the direction I pointed, and soon the two fleets appeared in our field of vision. They were 500 yards apart, forming a straight line formation, heading straight towards us.

I estimated their speed to be over 20 knots.