Bismarck

"Polish nationality confirmed," Lindemann said.

"They've sounded the battle alert, Captain," I added on the side.

The enemy obviously didn't have radar, so they only started preparing for battle when they could see each other. But why did they sound the battle alert when they saw us?

Could it be that... the action plan was leaked?

My words carry a lot of weight. The other party has shown hostile behavior. What should we do and how should we respond? The captain and Lindemann frowned and looked ahead.

If the opponent really attacks us, we have no choice but to fight back, but then the white plan will be completely useless.

"Level 1 combat deployment!" The captain gave the order without hesitation.

"Ding-ling-ling--" piercing alarm bells rang in various parts of my body. Everyone was stunned for a moment and immediately came to their own positions. The main gun was loaded with shells and propellant was stuffed in one by one. The muzzle quickly turned and aimed forward.

As long as the enemy makes any unusual movement, I can sink it immediately. Although I am not afraid of its naval guns, I am still a little afraid of its torpedoes. If I am hit by one, even if I don't sink, I will be seriously injured.

I am afraid of pain...

We began to slowly turn to the right. This is not only an international rule for ship collision avoidance, but also a preparation before battle. Only by fully exposing the side can we unleash the full power of our eight main guns.

Everyone was staring at the front nervously. If they fired, it would be their first battle.

Both my ship and the opposing ship had slowed down, but the distance between us was still closing rapidly at a relative speed of 30 knots, and soon the muzzles of the guns on both sides were clearly visible.

The waves at the bow are stirring

Chapter 29: Intersecting Routes

The guns of the Polish warships were also pointed at us. It was an extremely unfriendly move for the two sides to aim their guns at each other. It would cause a diplomatic dispute in normal times, let alone now. If we are not careful, the guns will go off accidentally and a war will break out - although we are going to provoke a war now.

The only thing that puzzled the captain and I was that they raised the battle alert as soon as they found us. After all, Germany and Poland were still in a non-war period. Was this because the White Plan had been leaked? But if the plan was leaked, would these two destroyers be used to intercept? Are you sure they are not providing me with the record of the kills?

"Captain, it has been confirmed that these are the Blizzard and the Thunder," Lindemann said

"The two in Danzig?"

"Yes"

It turned out to be them. It seems my hunch was right.

"The distance is close to 5,000 yards," I reported softly. Because I was sailing to the right, the Polish destroyer was actually in front of my left. At a distance of 5,000 yards, we could clearly see the Polish flag flying on the other side. At this distance, I could basically hit the target with my first shot.

"Captain, should we open fire? I'm sure I can make them sink before they can send out a distress signal." I licked my upper lip slightly, my eyes shining.

The captain looked at me and said, "They would have reported our situation by now. What good would it do for you to sink it?"

"Uh..." Captain, please don't look down on me.

He also said to Lindemann, "Now is a non-war period, we cannot open fire on him. We must maintain a level one combat readiness and pay attention to his movements at all times. If he is just bluffing, don't worry about him. We have notified the Polish government of our current voyage, so there is no problem."

"Bismarck, you also monitor the other side's actions"

"Yes," Lindman and I responded.

When the distance approached 3000 yards, the Polish warship was within my clearest perception range. Within this range, I could understand the every move of all objects around me as long as I concentrated my attention. I decided to be a spy and find out what they were trying to do.

I closed my eyes, and my consciousness instantly came to the first Polish ship, which was usually the flagship. I quickly touched its bridge, and the atmosphere there was as tense as on my ship, the only difference was that we were just surprised, while I felt fear here - a deep fear of me.

"Damn it, how could the German warships appear?" A major cursed with gritted teeth, with a colonel standing next to him.

The destroyer's captain's rank is no more than major. I concluded that the person next to him was the formation commander. Compared to the captain's emotionality, this commander was very calm.

"Is this the battleship that the Germans are so proud of, the Bismarck?" He stared at my body with a telescope and said with a smile. At this time, my 380-caliber naval gun had already been pointed. Facing the eight black holes in the muzzle, I was still so calm. I was in a good mood. Even I was a little scared standing here and looking at my "heroic appearance".

"It's really huge, the German warships." He observed for a while and sighed, "One ship can destroy all our fleets."

"Sir, should we take the initiative?" the captain gritted his teeth and said, "Once they open fire, we will have no chance to fight back."

I suddenly became nervous. I was waiting for you to say that! I watched the colonel's answer carefully.

He scoffed. "Alex, do you think firing can do any damage to that monster? Her armor is more than capable of standing still for us to attack."

Colonel, although I agree with your point of view, isn't it a bit too much to call a girl a monster?

"If we don't open fire, we may be able to reach Britain safely. But if we open fire, we will sink in the Baltic Sea in less than two minutes!" said the colonel unhappily, and it can be heard from his tone that he was very dissatisfied with the captain's suggestion.

Huh? What are they doing at John's house? I wondered, but I did hear this information.

"I would rather die here than escape humiliation in Britain." The captain sneered, turned his head away, and looked at my figure with eyes full of hatred.

Their bridge fell silent for a moment, as if a sore spot had been touched.

Is this the point? As expected, I listened to what happened.

"Alex, watch your words," the colonel said sternly, "Do you think I want to go to Britain? Do you think we all want to go to Britain in humiliation to escape the war? Ask the people in the Admiralty, ask everyone on this ship, who wants to!"

"But, did you see that ship? The pride of the Germans, what can you use to fight it? Your 120-caliber naval gun? Its secondary guns are 150 mm! Or your ridiculous bloodiness? But it's useless even if you hit it!" The colonel also pointed at me and shouted

I was really caught in the crossfire... But I already knew why they went to John's house. It turned out that they were hiding from our German fleet.

"In order to preserve our only naval strength in Poland, we have to make this decision. This is not cowardice! We just don't want you to sacrifice in vain. Don't you understand? Alex!"

"Bang!" Captain Alex punched the dashboard with red eyes. The bridge was filled with a sad atmosphere. The helmsman was a new recruit and even shed tears.

"Why are you crying?" Alex yelled, "Three into three, speed up!"

The Polish formation accelerated and broke away from contact with me. When it reached the limit of my perception, I had to retract my consciousness.

I opened my eyes and looked at their receding backs with complicated eyes. They were all true warriors...

The Poles left, and everyone on the bridge breathed a sigh of relief

"Release the first-level combat deployment and start sailing under normal conditions." Lindemann broadcast to the entire ship

Everyone came out of their combat positions and my main gun returned to its original position.

"What were you doing just now?" the captain asked in a low voice

"Eh?" The captain knew. I looked at him strangely and said, "I just walked around the Polish ship."

After hearing their conversation, I still feel a little uneasy. They were too emotional. The captain fought for Germany's living space, the Polish captain fought for Poland's security. They all fought for their own countries, but I... fought for myself.

"Oh, what did you hear?" the captain asked affirmatively.

"They are going to England," I confirmed. "I heard from the commander of the Polish fleet that they are going to England to avoid the attack of our fleet."

"Do they know we are going to attack?" the captain asked.

"I don't know about that," I said in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't hear any more information."

"Your information is very important," the captain comforted me.

If the Poles really knew that we were going to attack them and moved, then the White Plan was truly leaked. However, if the Poles were just afraid of our strength and suffered a great loss in the upcoming war, then it means that the plan can be implemented normally. After all, now in the world, because Hitler's demands for Poland are getting tougher and tougher, everyone has acknowledged the fact that it is only a matter of time before Germany goes to war, and the first to bear the brunt is neighboring Poland. The Polish government is now preparing for war while also working hard on diplomatic mediation, hoping to force Hitler to change his mind through the oppression of Western forces, but the German tanks can no longer be stopped.

According to the historical analysis I know, there should be no problem with the White Plan. This is just a reaction made by the Polish government in advance.

I continued to sail towards the port of Danzig.

In the morning, the captain reported the situation to me and asked the Navy Department to give instructions for the next course of action: whether to continue the operation or give up entering the port. That night, the latest notice from the Navy Department arrived. Their analysis was similar to mine. The White Plan was still feasible, so we continued the operation.

The next morning, at nine o'clock on the 18th, I slowly sailed into the port of Danzig. According to the instructions of the combat command, my anchorage was chosen in the northern suburbs of Danzig, near the Westerplatte Fortress, so that when the attack order was issued, I could bombard the fortress immediately.

When I entered the port, citizens almost came out in droves. The long landscape fences around it were crowded with a sea of ​​people. They waved their handkerchiefs at my huge steel body and shouted welcome.

When I entered the port, I "accidentally" passed by the Polish gunboat that was still in the port (the destroyers had long since withdrawn to Britain). The small gunboat was shaken left and right by the waves stirred up by my bow. The sailors on the ship lined up in sections (that is, the one where everyone stood on the edge of the ship when entering the port) and looked at their Polish colleagues below with their heads held high and their eyes looked contemptuous. The Poles looked up at my steel body that blocked out the sky and passed by with complicated eyes, including envy, jealousy and disappointment.

The comparison between the two ships makes me look even more powerful and majestic.

Ahem, although this doesn’t seem to be a very good description for girls.

"The citizens are very welcoming to us," I wondered. According to common sense, wouldn't it be normal to feel disgusted when seeing powerful warships from other countries showing off their might? I was a little puzzled by their behavior. Could it be that they were extremely disappointed with Poland?

"They are Germans," the captain said calmly.

"Huh?" I was even more confused.

"Danzig was once our land, so the people inside are naturally ours." Lindemann walked up to me.

"Oh, so that's how it is," I suddenly realized. It's only been more than 20 years, and it seems that the people's love for Germany has not diminished at all. Is it that the Germans are too proud or the Polish government's brainwashing is too unsuccessful? I thought with some malice, I wonder what the local Poles think when they see this picture?

I reached the specific berth with the anchor hanging in the air.

"anchor"

As Lindemann gave the order, my huge right anchor splashed into the water, accompanied by the rustling sound of the anchor chain, and slammed into the mud bed on the seabed.

"Reverse!"

"parking!"

My main engine reversed, the hull moved back slightly, and the anchor claws were firmly embedded in the seabed.

"Anchor dropped!"

After stopping, Lindemann pretended to lead a group of sailors to prepare for the activities to commemorate the fallen soldiers of World War I. I searched around and confirmed that there were no mines or other objects under the water, and reported the safety situation to the captain. He was handling official business. After I finished my report, I took a chair and sat in front of his desk, opened a book and read quietly.

This is the way of getting along that I like most. The two of us sit together quietly. Occasionally, I can look up from the book to look at the captain and his profile, which looks particularly handsome in the dim light.

"Captain, don't you eat fruit?" I picked up a purple grape and threw it into my mouth. It was so sweet. The service level of the orderly deserves praise, but it's a pity that he doesn't have QQ, I thought with some regret.

"Just eat it," the captain replied, and all I could hear was the rustling sound of the pen tip writing.

"How can this be possible? This is prepared for you on the ship."

As I said this, I picked up another one and gently put it to his mouth, saying with a smile, "Captain, eat it."

"I don't want to eat it" the captain ignored me "Just eat it"

"Captain, eat--" I ignored him and just put my hand next to his mouth, as if I would not give up until he opened his mouth.

"What do you want to do?" The captain put down his pen helplessly, sighed, and looked up at me.

My face turned red, and my eyes looked a little erratic

"I didn't do anything. I just never saw you eating, so I asked you to eat one. I, Bismarck, rarely serve others. Captain, you should be honored!" I said "toughly".

"Okay, okay, I'll eat it," the captain surrendered and opened his mouth.

I threw the grapes in as I wished. "How is it? It tastes good, right?"

"Yeah, it's OK."

He responded casually and lowered his head to do his own thing.

"Perfunctory" I snorted

"It would be great if it could always be like this" I said without thinking. No war, no death, well, this is a good world.

"Huh? What did you say? I didn't hear clearly," the captain asked without raising his head.

"No, what I wanted to say is that there are guests." I smiled gently, smoothed my hair, and gritted my teeth in my heart. Such a good moment was interrupted again.

A small boat slowly approached, with Polish soldiers on board.

Chapter 30: Guderian

The person who came up was the highest local Polish officer, Major Sukalski, who expressed "welcome" to the friendly visit of the German army on behalf of the Polish army.

I laughed. The war is about to start and you still welcome me warmly? What nonsense are you talking about?

I opened the door, made coffee for the captain and the guest, then left the room.

"Why aren't you inside?" I came to the bridge as usual. Lindemann was looking at the nautical chart carefully. When he saw me coming, he asked casually.

"What am I doing in there?" I leaned over the chart table (of course, without blocking his chart), sighed, and pulled my hair in annoyance.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you having trouble with your hair? Did anyone offend you?" he asked with a smile

"Yes!" I said bitterly, "Sukalski"

"Sukalski? Who is he?"

“Polish just arrived”

"Haha, how could he bother you when he just came up?" Lindman touched my head and said, "Go away, don't block me from drawing."

I moved to the side and continued, "Why can't you mess with me? The captain and I were reading a book, and then he came over. Look, I'm out."

The Polish officer stayed in the captain's room for less than half an hour before leaving. I listened to the whole conversation between him and the captain. Although his rank was much lower than the captain's, he did not show any cowardice and was always in an equal dialogue with the captain. The content of his conversation was nothing more than hoping that we could leave as soon as possible after the commemoration, and at the same time expressed condolences to the German soldiers who died in World War I.

The captain nodded in agreement, and said seriously that we came for peace. His serious expression made me believe what he said. I wiped my sweat secretly. I didn't expect that the captain's ability to lie was also full of skills.