Bismarck

Being ridiculed like this, Tovey had no choice but to shut up... Thinking about the rumors about Raeder searching for the "Battleship Girls" in Berlin, Tovey finally understood why his female secretary had always refused to reveal her identity... But what's the use?

Although Tovey is a veteran of many battles and has seen enough shipwrecks and dead bodies, but... it is because he has seen enough that he is actually just numb. But isn't numbness a kind of disgust?

What's more, being killed by the enemy in a normal battle and being killed by one's own stupidity and suspicion are completely different in the mind of any commander with a conscience!

Considerate Hongcha, skilled in business, capable, and with a gentle and kind heart... Such a good girl, just because of her identity, worked silently but diligently beside him incognito, but because of her own stupidity and suspicion, she was almost sent to the cold seabed with her own hands when the victory was already decided...

"Hehehehe..."

Tovey, who was already somewhat possessed, laughed foolishly at himself while taking another gulp of wine. The stimulation of alcohol made his mind more drowsy, but the feeling of self-blame seemed to become stronger...

Perhaps, I, an incompetent idiot, should resign...

"Dong dong dong~!"

Um! ?

It sounds like someone is knocking on the door?

His mind was groggy, but he had not lost his ability to think. He put down the bottle, staggered to the door of his house, and opened the door. Standing outside the door was his old friend, Lieutenant General Samoville...

"Hey, Samoville...burp~" Tovey, who was half drunk, burped. The strong sour smell with bad breath, which was unique to drunkards, made Samoville frown.

"Tovie, wake up, you can't go on like this!" Seeing his old friend like this, the straightforward Samoville grabbed Toovie's shoulders and shook them vigorously. But Toovie just shook his head and body, without any reaction...

"Tovey! You are the commander of the Home Fleet! Don't be so upset by such a small failure! Wake up! All of England is counting on you!"

"Home Fleet...Commander...Count on me...Hahahaha!" Hearing Samoville's words, Tovey felt a pang of heartache in his heart. Stimulated by Hood's death, he couldn't help laughing wildly: "Count on me...It was because of my stupidity that I killed Hood with my own hands! What a good girl, it was all because of me...Hahaha! Hahaha..."

"Besides, I'm just a commander and I don't even have my flagship. It's sinking in the Atlantic Ocean. You still count on me, hahaha, count on me..." Tovey pointed his finger at himself with a crazy look on his face, almost insane.

"...What girl?" Originally Samoville wanted to just say that victory and defeat are common in the military, it's just a hood that was sunk, but when he heard Lütjens say "girl", Samoville couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

Is it because your female secretary didn't run away that you are like this?

"Elizabeth is a good girl, but aren't you obsessed with her?" Summerville scolded, half angrily and half amused, "I didn't realize you were such a romantic! I was wondering why you were like this, it turns out it was because of your little lover. You are so sad, aren't you almost as sad as His Majesty the Duke of Windsor (who would rather give up the British throne than divorce his German-born wife)?"

"You... you know nothing! Her name... is not... Elizabeth... She is... Hood! She is the battlecruiser Hood!" Being teased like this, the drunken Tovey couldn't help but get angry. The drunken Tovey broke free from Samoville's hand, unable to control his emotions, and began to yell:

"Besides...Bismarck...Zeppelin...these should all exist! They all do! But you just don't believe it!...Hahahaha..."

"You know why we can't beat Bismarck? It's because she has that damn thing on her too!"

"We...we finally got a Hood, and I lost it just like that...Hahaha, it's lost!"

"...Really?" Although Samoville was skeptical to be honest, at least he had heard some rumors about Raeder, and in the Mid-Atlantic Battle, there were indeed some things that seemed wrong - such as his position. Lütjens was able to accurately capture his two aircraft carriers without any reconnaissance! Moreover, all the battle reports did mention that there was a woman on the German side who could command the German fighter fleet very accurately in air combat, and she almost never made mistakes...

Even after the war, it was discovered that although the German pilots were indeed first-class, the real key was the command of this woman! Because I remember the process of that naval battle very clearly! I have released all the planes that can fight in the air, and the number of fighters is almost twice that of the opponent! But relying on extremely precise command, in the end...

I have also asked many air traffic controllers, but no matter they are from the Air Force or the Navy, including the senior staff in Air Marshal Dowding's command, all of them said that this kind of command ability that can make almost no mistakes in the tense and fierce battle is almost impossible to achieve!

In addition, several pilots who managed to parachute out of the air also said that they seemed to have discovered during the air battle that the pilot of a German fighter plane painted with an edelweiss pattern was suspected to be a woman! Moreover, the air combat ability of this female pilot "is simply not something that a human can fly!"

Looking at Tovey who was confidently talking about the "soul of the battleship", Samoville somehow thought of this sentence instantly...

"It's impossible for a human to fly out of this!"

I instantly broke out in a cold sweat!

"Wait, Tovey! I believe what you said! Such a thing happened in the Mid-Atlantic Battle! Let me tell you..." Samoville shook his old friend hurriedly and asked Tovey if he had any information.

"...Oh? Have you... encountered this?" After a long time, Tovey seemed to have sobered up a little. Seeing that his old friend had also encountered the same strange thing, Tovey finally had someone to communicate with and perked up a little...

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"...I see, no wonder you miss Hood so much!" After an in-depth discussion, Samoville finally found out what was bothering his old friend. But at the same time, he also felt sorry for the sinking of the Hood...

Seeing Tovey gradually regaining his spirits after venting his inner depression to himself, Samoville breathed a sigh of relief.

However, in order to help his old friend get out of the psychological shadow and cheer up again, Samoville also came up with a little idea...

Anyway, as long as my old friend can get back on his feet, the death of a few Germans doesn't matter.

"I say, Tovi, do you want to avenge Hood?"

"Huh? Revenge?" He had locked himself up at home and drank to drown his sorrows for several days. Although he had regained his spirits now, Tovey, who had been drinking to drown his sorrows before, did not react for a while.

"Yes! Do you want to completely destroy the Bismarck?" Samoville raised his eyebrows with a wicked smile: "According to intelligence, the Bismarck has been towed to the Saint-Nazaire shipyard for overhaul due to serious damage. Although Tirpitz and Zeppelin also went there, but... the 'Comand' special forces just contacted me and said that they want to make a big news in Saint-Nazaire and want to seek our help..."

"Cheers!" Tovey put the bottle of wine in his hand directly on the shoe rack at the door, and dragged Samoville out directly: "Where is the man from 'Gomander'? I want to see him!"

ps: Another big news, you guys are naive! The British are way more advanced than the Germans!

Chapter 363: Dumpling Wars (Fifth Update! Explosion)

Lily and the cat finally reconciled, and their relationship was even better than before. Lütjens also reported the situation of the battle to the mustache. Although Reger shirked the responsibility in the formal occasion, Bismarck still mentioned the details of the battle in a private occasion when he met Eva, especially the problem of Tirpitz's lack of heavy oil and his whereabouts being leaked, and he hinted without leaving any trace.

Bismarck was an interested party in this matter. She certainly couldn't directly say that Reger did it on purpose. Given the relationship between the two parties, it would only be seen as throwing dirty water.

Of course, Lütjens tried to stop her, but how could Bismarck, with his "hot temper", compromise? He did it anyway. She just mentioned it lightly, and she didn't know whether he noticed her or not.

Although he really felt aggrieved, as he had been schemed against so harshly that he almost couldn't come back, Regel just said a few words and turned the tables...

This will never end!

After resolving the Berlin issue, they stayed there for a few more days. The captain also had some time, so he spent New Year's Day 1941 with Lily.

Persian Cat knew that the relationship between him and the Captain must be related to Lily, so he couldn't take advantage of the opportunity to climb the ladder, so he didn't show his affection during this period. So these days, Persian Cat honestly gave the Captain's time to Lily, so that they could communicate more. After all, some things are more appropriate for father and daughter to say.

After all, relationships are family matters and need to be carefully managed. At present, it seems that the relationship with Lily has been repaired quite well.

After all, the feelings of a stepmother are the hardest to talk about, so I can only take it slowly...although it seems like the beginning isn't bad.

However, as soon as New Year's Day was over, Little Mustache's order came down - this time Little Mustache personally assigned the task after carefully reading the Navy Department's plan.

However, because he was almost exposed last time, Redel was very honest this time and did not do anything fancy.

The mustache told Lütjens that the British regular shipping force in the Atlantic Ocean was very weak (there were only the Raiders leased by the Americans), but the Americans had been providing escort and secretly helping Britain. He hoped that Lütjens would return early and find an opportunity to go to the Atlantic Ocean again. If there was an opportunity, he could cooperate with Dönitz's submarines and destroy a few transport fleets to reduce the prestige of the British and American escort fleets; if there was no opportunity, he could withdraw early and take it as a test of the attitude of the United States.

There was nothing wrong with this battle plan, so the captain accepted it directly.

And it seems that the Führer doesn't seem to mind Raeder's little trick... Thinking of this, Lütjens finally felt a little relieved from the pressure that he had been feeling in his heart.

In this way, after New Year's Day, Persian Cat and Lütjens returned to France, just as Liliana was about to return to the institute to start work. Seeing his daughter return to work, the old housekeeper also arranged the family in an orderly manner, and the captain had no worries. It was also his and Bismarck's idea to leave Berlin, a place of trouble, as soon as possible. In addition, it was also for the safety of the Bismarck battleship itself.

After all, the air distance from Saint-Nazaire to the UK is only over 400 kilometers, and the sea sailing distance is only 600 kilometers. It would still be dangerous if the British wanted to attack.

After returning to Saint-Nazaire and confirming that the main body in the dock was fine, Lütjens and Bismarck were relieved. The Zeppelin aircraft carrier led by Bonte and the Hamster minesweeper led by Lindemann were also fine. They even found engineers from the nearby city of Nantes and borrowed some engineering machinery to build a temporary barracks in a place not far from the dock and shipyard and hidden enough to accommodate the officers and soldiers left on the Bismarck (after all, the warship was under overhaul, and some sailors could take a vacation, but the sailors left behind always had a place to live and train), and even dug a simple air defense shelter...

Lütjens and Bismarck, along with the others, found a place to settle down near their own city. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the political center, and unable to see the smoke of the frontline battlefield, they lived a comfortable life in this small French town, watching the sun rise and set, the clouds roll and unroll, and the people around them.

Bismarck really liked such days, surrounded by familiar people, with the sea in front of her. It was her wish to have her own sea view house. However, this house was not theirs. It was just that this area was close to the port area and the edge of the city. It was not easy to be found alone in the sky, so it was requisitioned as a military camp. The best condition here, the house closest to the port, was simply bought by Lindemann with military notes (the so-called "German Credit Bank Notes (KRR)", but because Germany did not plunder ordinary civilians in the occupied areas and relatively controlled the exchange rate between KRR and traditional francs, this kind of military note at least had a certain reputation among the people in the occupied areas of Western European countries) and used it as Lütjens' temporary residence.

Tirpitz also anchored nearby, and the direction of Lindemann's cabin with the small hamster was just facing Lütjens's house. Zeppelin also came, but unlike the two lazy cat and mouse sisters, she did not stop her daily training. Anyway, there was an airport not far away, and even the fighter planes of the German Air Force were parked there. Zeppelin also "borrowed" this airport for training with GR186. When Bismarck was looking at the scenery on the roof, he often saw Zeppelin flying over his head in her "Edelweiss", either alone or in multi-plane formations. Sometimes, in order to show off his superb skills, he would whistle from a few meters above Bismarck's house, letting the strong wind from the wings blow away Bismarck's hair that he had finally tidied in the morning.

Whenever this happened, Bismarck would always silently raise his middle finger at her...

Tirpitz, the lazy fellow, seemed to have returned to his old self after his last outburst. He was like a child even though he had grown up, and his enthusiasm was short-lived. He didn't even bother to read the so-called artillery rules, and stayed in his room every day to practice piano and draw. If you didn't see him unable to play the piano, he would look like a real lady. It was just a pity for Lindemann - he could only practice artillery with the gunner every day.

There is no way. Tirpitz refuses to do it, so someone has to take the lead.

Oh, poor Tirpitz's gunnery commander... Compared to him, Bismarck's gunnery commander Hyde would wake up laughing in his dreams.

Time slowly passed and it was the beginning of February of 41 years.

As far as I can remember, the British's unconventional sneak attacks have not come yet, except for the British bombers that buzz around every night to attack at night. However, under the coordination of Zeppelin and the Air Force, this place seems to have been included in the key air defense area of ​​the German Air Force? In addition to the dense anti-aircraft artillery positions, camouflage nets, radar stations, searchlights, and twin-engine night fighters with branch-like antennas on the top of the aircraft have protected the sky here tightly. The British's night attacks had a limited impact on us, and even the air defense shelters near the port and the temporary accommodation of our officers and soldiers in the barracks were not damaged much. Instead, it was the innocent French civilians in the city who suffered every time...

Often, after bombers passed by, the city was covered with bullet holes and flames shot up into the sky. The German garrison had to frequently play the role of fire brigade and police to maintain social order, and set up refugee camps to accommodate these French refugees...

The British were really not good people. Since they couldn't defeat the German army, they bullied French civilians... Bismarck, Zeppelin, and Tirpitz were silently cursing the British bombers in their hearts.

But apart from that, Bismarck, whose main body was undergoing major repairs, had nothing else to do... Especially not long after arriving at the port, because of Hitler's order, Lütjens, who had just returned, took Zeppelin and Tirpitz out for another walk. During those few days, Bismarck was alone at home! ! Every day, I always felt like a cat's claw was scratching me, and I just felt bored and bored! ! !

Who would have thought that the captain and his men would be back in less than a week? !

After running to the dock excitedly, they found their captain was in a depressed mood. After that, Persian Cat asked Zeppelin and found out that the Americans not only strengthened patrols in the Pan-American Neutral Zone, but also dispatched the Enterprise and Lexington aircraft carriers in the name of "combat patrol" to monitor their whereabouts from beginning to end. How could they find any targets in this way? It was good enough if they were not ambushed by the British! Considering the lack of defense in Saint-Nazaire, Lütjens, who was afraid that his Persian Cat would be attacked by the British, ordered to return.

However, although everyone was fine and nothing happened, the attack plan was naturally ruined after the Americans' trouble. And until now, the meaning of the superiors is that even if the Americans step on their heads, they have to endure it... Even if everyone is furious, they cannot take direct action against the Americans!

Speaking of this, even Zeppelin was furious...

The Persian cat could only helplessly do so. After all, with the memory of his previous life, the Persian cat knew very well why the mustache man had such a frustrating order... I'm afraid that the total war with the real opponent on that continent, which will never end, has entered the countdown...

Bismarck knew the outcome of the war, but he couldn't tell anyone. Even if he told the captain, no one would believe him.

And now, with the Americans, a world-class troublemaker, stirring up trouble, no one should go out...

The depressed Persian cat could only go to the shipyard every day and watch the workers in the shipyard repair their ship bit by bit. Unlike the laziness in Germany in the past, the production standards in Germany now are completely based on the wartime three-shift system, so the progress is much faster.

It is said that the mustache appointed the engineer named Speer, whom I met once when I went to the Soviet Union, as the Minister of Industry? It seems that I talked to him about assembly lines at that time? And I was the one who proposed the three-shift system to him...

And if that's the case, Germany's preparations for war are actually more active...

I feel so depressed...

I really want to find something to cheer myself up...otherwise I'll go crazy...

So Bismarck, who had been looking for something to do, had been wondering these days when the Chinese New Year would be.

Her Chinese New Year is certainly not the New Year's Day that Westerners talk about (New Year's Day has long passed), but the lively Spring Festival in her memory. She has been here for so long, but she has never celebrated a proper Spring Festival - in fact, she doesn't even know what date it is.

She has been counting the dates with her fingers, but even with a computer brain, she couldn't figure out what day it was in the lunar calendar. After a long time, she still didn't know what day it was...

"Forget it." Bismarck lamented, threw the pen aside, and slumped his face on the table. "Let's just find a day similar to the Spring Festival and ask for some New Year's money..."

She has been blackmailed by Ti Zi recently and is now penniless. She can only try her best to find some holidays to celebrate, and then act cute and coquettishly to her sponsor (Ti) to ask for some living expenses.

"Hey, wait." She glanced and seemed to find a familiar day on the calendar.

"I almost forgot, it's Valentine's Day!"

The special day of February 14th is just around the corner. As a day that lovers cannot miss, a certain big battleship in the heart of a little girl also said that she must celebrate this festival well.

Let’s celebrate the Spring Festival and Valentine’s Day together, she nodded. It’s not like people in later generations have never celebrated this kind of thing.

Dumplings are eaten during the Spring Festival, and Bismarck decided to make dumplings on Valentine's Day to show his virtuous character. Of course, other famous dishes such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes are also available. Thinking about the time when his captain will eat the dumplings he made and show a satisfied expression, Bismarck said that he was very happy.

Of course, the truth is, Bismarck can’t cook! Apart from making dumplings once when he was a child during a festival, which he still remembers, he can’t do anything else… Thinking of the Bismarck in a certain game who still needs his sister Eugen to cook for him, this must be true… But even making dumplings took Bismarck a lot of effort to remember how to make them…

"Captain, remember to come back for dinner tonight."

When Lütjens went out in the morning, Bismarck stood at the door like a young wife, straightened his collar with a smile, and then waved and said.

He looked at Bismarck strangely and felt that she was a little abnormal today, or rather, a little abnormal so early in the morning.

Lütjens is not the kind of little sailor who hangs out in the bar all day. Doesn't he come home for dinner every day?

There were no banquets in this small town that required him to attend. As a general, he was already the highest-ranking military officer in the area. Basically, it was the local garrison officers who invited him to dinner, and he usually declined. If he couldn't refuse, he would attend at noon. In the evening, he would accompany Bismarck.

But he just had some doubts, so he nodded to show that he understood.

As usual, he went to the shipyard. He needed to go to the shipyard frequently to check the progress, then make a trip to the shore to urge the implementation of the defense work, and then go to the temporary office in the garrison headquarters in the urban area to handle some matters.

After all, as a general, he still needs to keep in touch with Berlin frequently. And many things cannot be discussed via telegram, but must be done by telephone and wired transmission. And the only place that has this condition is the garrison headquarters...

Lütjens knew that today was Friday, but he didn't pay attention to what day it was until he passed a flower shop and his driver reminded him that today was Valentine's Day.

"General, aren't you going to buy anything today?" The driver deliberately slowed down when passing a flower shop.

Lütjens was thinking about the Atlantic Fleet and the war situation at the time. When asked this question suddenly, he had no idea what he was talking about.

"Buy something? Buy what?"

"Today is Valentine's Day. Don't you need a gift for Miss Bismarck?" An ordinary driver would never say this, but this driver has been with Lütjens for a long time and they are not unfamiliar with this matter.

"Valentine's Day?"

Lütjens suddenly realized what was going on and asked why Bismarck was acting a little strange today. It turned out to be Valentine's Day.

"Thanks for reminding me. Please stop for a moment."

"Yes."

The car stopped and Lütjens hurried into the flower shop. What caught his eye were the beautiful roses.

确立了关系之后，吕特晏斯也需要对俾斯麦付出点心了，作为一路相伴相知的战友加恋人，在这个特殊的日子赠送点礼物还是要的嘛，再加上刚刚结束的生死之战中，俾斯麦又被揍的这么可怜，也需要精神上的抚慰啊。

"Sir, what would you like to buy?" The owner of the flower shop came over and welcomed him warmly.

On this day, there was another handsome middle-aged military officer. He must have held a high position. He was able to buy flowers for his lover. He was a man with a strong career and a family. His impression score went up immediately.

"Well, give me a bouquet of roses." Lütjens said after a moment of hesitation.

"Okay, sir, what size do you want?" asked the proprietress.