Bismarck

This guy... I glared at him, then gave him an innocent look.

"Okay, let's continue the meeting," Lindemann said with a smile

The captain woke up at noon and I brought lunch to his room.

"I'll eat in the restaurant," the captain frowned. He didn't like privileges, so he usually asked Lindman to go to the officers' restaurant to eat with the middle and lower-level officers.

I put lunch on the captain's table with a smile. "Captain, don't you see what time it is? It's past dinner time. I asked the kitchen to make something simple. Do you want to turn on the radio?"

The captain nodded and I turned on the radio.

The captain ate while listening to the radio, but in the end, he did not finish his lunch because the radio soon broke out an important news - the mutual assistance agreement between Britain and Poland was officially signed that day.

"We, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, declare that from now on, we will stand closely with Poland. We will regard an attack on Poland as an attack on our own country..."

The captain paused while eating and his face suddenly darkened. He must have been thinking of the huge British fleet.

Of course, the ones who are most worried now should be the German High Command and Hitler.

Actually, I am a little confused. In my historical knowledge, September 26st was the day when World War II broke out, but now it is only the th, and we are preparing to launch an attack tomorrow. A few days ago, I always thought that my arrival caused a deviation in history, but now, I have a hunch that history will still move forward along the original path. There must be something that prevented the war from breaking out on the th.

Could this be the reason for the alliance between Britain and Poland?

However, this can only be an episode. Even if the captain feels uncomfortable, the order to cancel the attack has not come down. Everything is moving forward according to the original trajectory. All preparations have been completed and it is impossible to stop.

In the afternoon, something important happened, but none of us knew about it.

At night, the sailors learned from their department chiefs about the impending attack. There was a moment of silence, and then an instant of violent cheering that almost blew the roof of my cabin off!

"Long live Germany! Long live the Führer!!!"

"Long live Germany! Long live the Führer!!!"

All the cabins were filled with such cheers and excitement. These shouts poured out all the grievances that Germany had suffered over the past decades! There was no fear of war, only passion!

"Captain, your men are in high spirits," I rubbed my ears and smiled. The noise below was really deafening.

"This is a crucial battle," the captain said calmly, "As long as Poland can be defeated, Germany will win space under the blue sky, so this war can only be won."

"The only thing we have to worry about now is the British," he sighed. "If they send support immediately after the war begins, you will have to face the British fleet."

"Captain, don't worry, Bismarck will stop the British navy." I looked at him firmly and said, "They don't dare to send all their warships to Poland now. Besides, we have submarines cruising under us. This sea area is ours now."

"But don't worry, I won't let you face it head-on. I'm not that arrogant," the captain said. "I hope you're not afraid of the pain."

"Um... I'm not afraid of pain."

No one slept that night, waiting excitedly for the important moment to come.

At two o'clock in the morning, the alarm bells in the cabin rang. Although they were forced to go underwater by their superiors, everyone jumped out of bed almost the moment they heard the bells.

"Hurry up!"

The captain was not asleep, of course. He pressed the bell himself, and then I walked into the bridge with him. There was no one inside the bridge at first, but it soon became a busy scene.

The captain was in command while Lindemann handled various matters.

Anthony and Bruno batteries slowly turned to the designated direction, each locking onto a ground building of the fortress. Dora turret had no task for the time being, it was on guard at the seaport. As for Caesar battery, it was turned to a rough angle and aimed at the Polish gunboat in the dark - the Polish gunboat temporarily changed its berth, and there was a small hill between us, blocking the view and the sailors could not aim, so I had to rely on it to lock it.

"Distance 5 yards, wind 5 degrees left of northeast, wind speed 15 meters per second." I quickly gathered the parameters on the instrument in my mind and converted them into the trajectory. The sailors reduced the number of powder bags in advance. Although this would reduce the initial velocity of the shells, it was also a helpless move - I had to raise the elevation angle by degrees to draw an arc and fly over the hill. If I charged the shells normally, the shells would fly directly over the target.

The 150mm secondary guns covered the entire coast. Once the main guns knocked down the intended targets, they would also join in the fire suppression on the opposite shore. Coupled with the large-caliber howitzers brought by the army... the Polish defenders were doomed.

At three o'clock, I took over three radars. The moment they were connected to my brain, my head was almost blown apart by the buzzing noise, but I quickly manually removed unnecessary target echoes, and my vision suddenly became wider - I could see the army troops assembled in the distance, they were ready, just waiting for my artillery fire.

"Captain, I'm ready." I took stock of the situation of each part of my body and reported.

"Very good, another hour and a half" the captain nodded and looked at his watch.

At 3:30, with a clanging sound, my right anchor was put into the chain locker and the boiler began to preheat, but in order to provide concealment, the main engine was not started.

The entire port was quiet, everyone was asleep, only the hunters lurking in the darkness had their eyes wide open.

It was four o'clock, twenty-three minutes before the attack. Everyone held their breath. My ship was shaking slowly in the waves because it had no anchor chains to fix it, and the ship's guns were undergoing final adjustments.

At 4:10, a dark shadow appeared in my sight.

"Captain, there is a plane flying outside the port." My radar detected the situation immediately and reported it immediately.

"One or a formation?" The captain was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at his watch. "Bombers are not that fast."

Due to the limitations of the radar, I can't answer this question. I can only see a dark shadow. "Sorry, Captain, I can't tell, but I will know soon. It's 22 kilometers away."

"Is the anti-aircraft fire ready?" the captain asked calmly. There was no other way at this time. If it was an enemy, they would have to fight back.

"Anti-aircraft firepower is ready, loading automatically." I remained calm, and the 105 anti-aircraft gun and 37 twin anti-aircraft gun were automatically turned towards the "incoming" target. Although I had never experienced a serious anti-aircraft battle, I had practiced simulated attacks many times in the past few days, so I felt a little more confident.

Soon, it entered the 15-kilometer circle, which is my all-round perception circle.

I quickly identified the target as only one seaplane, and it was our own.

"Our plane?" The captain picked up the telescope in confusion, but it was still pitch black outside.

I removed the direction of the anti-aircraft gun. Even if this plane was an enemy, it could not pose a threat to me, not to mention that it began to slow down.

"The plane has entered the landing procedure," I said, "There is a major in the Wehrmacht inside."

"Major?" The captain thought for a moment and asked, "Send someone to pick him up."

At 4:20, the heavy bolt was closed. The operation could not be suspended because of this small matter.

The seaplane stumbled to land beside me, and the sailors on the ship immediately threw down a ladder.

At 4:23, the captain looked at his watch and saw that the time was up. He walked solemnly to the broadcasting station in the ship's cabin.

The officer jumped onto the deck and immediately looked at his watch. He got anxious and grabbed a sailor by the collar and yelled.

"Tell your captain!!! The operation is canceled!!! Quick!"

The sailor was stunned by the shouting, responded stupidly, then turned and ran towards the bridge.

I saw all this and was shocked. As expected, World War II was postponed.

Then I turned my head subconsciously and saw the captain's mouth open.

"Captain--" I yelled. But before I could finish, he had already given the order.

"White plan begins, fire!"

"Damn"

There was silence... nothing happened. In an instant I disconnected the gunner's control buttons. No matter how they pressed them, there was no response. The ship's gun was under my control.

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what had happened and why the expected explosion had not occurred. The captain turned his head and looked at me. He knew that I was the only one who could do this.

I swallowed and said, "Captain, the white plan has been cancelled."

As soon as I finished speaking, the officer and the sailor outside the bridge rushed in almost at the same time.

"General Lütjens, the High Command has ordered that the White Plan be cancelled!!!"

Chapter 32: The trajectory of history

No one knew why this order suddenly appeared. The Polish coast was obviously just around the corner and would be in our hands after dawn, but an order from the headquarters made everything seem so far away.

What happened? This is the question on everyone's mind.

"Show me the order," the captain said calmly, and I was the only one who noticed his momentary disappointment.

"Admiral Lütjens, this is a top-secret document from the Navy Department," the officer said in embarrassment, looking at the people around us.

"Go to my room," the captain said. "Take him, Bismarck. I'll be there in a minute."

"Yes, Captain," I replied, "Sir, please follow me."

Not long after we arrived at the captain's room, the captain came over.

"Bismarck, close the door when you get out," the captain said

"Yes"

I turned around and went back to the bridge, while still focusing on the captain's reception room. The bridge was in chaos, with calls constantly coming to Lindemann asking about the situation. Everyone was very disappointed, including Lindemann.

"Release the first-level combat deployment, repeat the lifting of the first-level combat deployment, the operation is canceled," Lindman picked up the microphone and announced. I could already see the angry sailors in the cabin smashing cups.

Lindemann had just put down the microphone when he remembered that he should say something to appease everyone, so he used the ship's radio again to say, "Officers and soldiers, I'm sorry that we have received an order from our superiors to cancel this operation. I know you are very unhappy, but please don't be emotional. The captain is verifying the situation with the people in the headquarters. I will inform you of the situation as soon as possible. Everyone continue to sleep. You will be allowed to sleep until noon tomorrow and make up for the rest! That's it! Over."

"I really didn't expect that," Lindman turned around and sighed and said to me.

"I'm surprised too." I leaned against the wall with my arms folded

"What was the captain talking about with that man?" Lindemann asked

“I’m listening”

Captain's room

"General Lütjens, this is a letter from the Navy Department," the army officer handed over a sealed kraft paper envelope.

The captain immediately opened it and took a look.

"Postpone the action?" he asked. "Postpone until when?"

"Sorry, the command has not yet decided on this."

"Okay, can you tell me why the action was delayed?" The captain threw the letter aside.

"The Italians betrayed us," said the army officer, or perhaps the staff officer, angrily.

Well, it's the Italians again...

This sentence is what I often use to describe stupid teammates in later generations, but I seem to have forgotten it. Now, the Italians are really on our side, and we are about to kneel down.

The dark history of Italians during World War II could be talked about for three days and three nights without finishing, such as the entire unit surrendering because they had no crowbar to open the ammunition boxes; wasting precious water resources to cook pasta in the desert; surrendering to the Allies with leaflets; and... Forget it, I really don't want to say it. Someone said that when an Italian division was put into battle, the Germans had to use two divisions to protect it. In short, it was a deep pit.

I don't know much about this period of history. I just heard it from the staff officer: This time it was the Italian leader Mussolini who was behind it. Yesterday afternoon, when the Fuehrer heard that the British were going to stand on Poland's side, he was already very disappointed. He was just about to pin his hopes on his "iron ally" Italy, but then Mussolini called him - if Germany attacked Poland and Poland's allies launched a counterattack against Germany, Italy would be unable to take the initiative militarily due to its lack of preparation. If Italy was to join the war, Germany must immediately provide Italy with military supplies...

The staff also mentioned the material assistance that Mussolini wanted Germany to provide, including 700 million tons of oil, 600 million tons of coal, 200 million tons of steel, 100 million tons of wood, 150 anti-aircraft guns, etc. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, 700 million tons of oil alone can feed a fleet, even a money-eating beast like me can use it for a long time... Mussolini really dared to ask for a lot of money, this is a strategic material, Germany is about to enter a state of war, can this thing be given casually?

This is blatant blackmail... I think the Führer might have already pulled out his moustache. Does this count as stabbing his "brother" in the back?

Of course, I don’t know what the Führer’s expression is right now, but the captain is already sneering.

"Okay, I understand," the captain said calmly, suppressing his anger.

"Well, General Lütjens, I'll be leaving first." The staff officer stood up and said goodbye. "The date of the next operation will be reported to you in secret."

"I see," the captain nodded, "thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, luckily we made it in time." The staff officer smiled bitterly and shook his head. "If your ship's guns had fired, we would have been finished. Goodbye."

The staff officer left and I told Lindemann the general idea. As expected, Lindemann was so angry that he almost wanted to smash the table, but I stopped him in time.

"This is something that belongs to me. Will you accompany me if I smash it?" I said

Lindemann "..."

"Italians are so shameless," he put down his fist and said angrily

"But our leader has no choice," I sneered. "Without the Italians' restraint, Germany wants to attack Poland under the opposition of Britain and France? It must be said that it is very tiring, so we have to jump into it even if it is a pit."

"It's better not to have such an ally," Lindman sighed.

It's still good now, I thought with some malice, you will find them to be the worst teammates in the future. It's really painful to be dragged down by such teammates in the war.

"The High Command just said it was postponed? It didn't actually cancel it, did it?"

"Well, it hasn't been cancelled. We are determined to win Poland." I nodded, and the filming will start in a few days, but I can't tell you.

In the end, we didn't tell the crew about the latest situation as we had promised, because Lindmann was really worried that if we met Italians in the future, our sailors would not be able to resist beating them up, after all, they were allies... We only told the sailors to postpone the operation, but did not cancel it.

I threw the anchor back down, pretending nothing had happened, and announced to the public that my host was still under maintenance.

Lindemann gave the sailors a holiday, but they were not allowed to go ashore. If someone went ashore at this time, it would be a joke if they leaked some secrets. He just let them clean the deck and maintain the weapons.

The captain was busy, so for the first time today I didn't go to his room. Instead, I hid in my own chassis and started tinkering with the things on my body.

Today, the process of discovering the seaplane made me feel that the detection distance was a little longer than the last sea trial. This discovery made me very happy. This proved my previous guess that practice makes perfect. The more times you use your ability, the stronger it will become.

This time the detection distance reached 18 kilometers, that is, a circle with a radius of kilometers is within my perception range, which is really an amazing area. Although the range of my artillery radar is farther than my body, due to technical limitations, the detection effect is limited and I can only know the approximate position of the target. If I really want to know the number, I still have to rely on my perception.

Hey, it feels good to increase my vision. I curiously spread my perception to the surroundings. A transparent semicircular cover appeared with me as the center. I could control everything in the air around me. The only drawback was the underwater part. The liquid blocked my perception, so the distance was not very far. But it was enough! Whether it was air defense or naval battle, I could take the initiative and try to reach the point where I didn't need radar!

Speaking of naval battles, I remembered one thing, which is the problem of artillery shells. I withdrew my perception and came to the ammunition depot with a thought.

At this time, the ammunition depot door was locked, the ammunition silo was closed, and only the safety light on the top provided lighting. I walked to the middle, and rows of 380-caliber bullets lay quietly on the shelves, emitting a dark metallic luster.