Bismarck

Zeppelin and Wolff were discussing the battle that had just ended and the emerging electronic jamming technology.

She was not injured in the battle, so there was nothing to prepare, and Lütjens could also give Goering an explanation.

Naturally, Tirpitz was pestering Lindemann on the bridge. Although Lindemann was not the commander-in-chief and did not need to participate in the meeting, he still had to command the repair of the equipment on the ship. After all, Tirpitz was the one who was ultimately injured - although it was only a minor injury.

So he kept walking around with his burden, followed by the chattering Tirpitz, and the scene was surprisingly harmonious.

Seeing Bismarck coming, Ti Zi was very happy and left Lindemann behind and ran over.

"Lindemann is busy now, so don't bother her all the time." Bismarck pinched her ear and said with a smile.

Tizi likes to be touched on the head and have her ears pinched by her sister, and she always shows an expression of enjoyment whenever this happens.

"He said he would take me out."

"Don't you see what time it is now?" Bismarck taught her, "You've just returned to Hong Kong and you're so busy, how can you have time to go out? There will be opportunities, don't worry."

"How about this, come with me to your sister Zeppelin's place. You are free anyway, go and see what you like."

In fact, Ti Zi didn't really want to learn it, but since Bismarck said so, she nodded in agreement. After all, it was something she liked.

"Lindmann, I borrowed your grapes." Bismarck greeted.

"It's okay, just take it and use it as you like." The relieved Lindemann laughed happily.

Bismarck's face was filled with black lines.

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Of course, you don’t have to have dinner on the ship. It would be a rip-off to not try the Italian food and eat the food on the ship instead.

However, although the meal was fine, Bismarck's idea of ​​taking his two sisters to the street did not come true, because the Italian side held a welcoming ceremony at the garrison commander's residence, and the three captains all attended with their secretaries.

The three ship girls appeared in three different dresses, which immediately attracted the attention of many Italian officers, especially the young men, who almost jumped up from their seats.

Bismarck was wearing pure white. Her evening gown was as beautiful as her wedding dress. With her snow-white skin and dazzling blonde hair, she looked like a shining pearl. With a proud smile, she walked in with Lütjens’ arm in hand. Zeppelin was wearing a black dress, as dark as the night. She looked like a noble princess, with her chin raised high, revealing her slender neck. She looked arrogant. She did not hold Bonte’s hand. The two of them just walked in together.

As for Tirpitz, she wore a backless green dress and was full of energy, as evidenced by her smiling eyes and flowing long hair.

Lindemann held her hand, fearing that she would suddenly rush to the food area.

If Bismarck and Bonte were the arms of a close relationship, Zeppelin and Bonte were just a pair, and Lindemann was like holding his sister...

But it didn't matter to Tirpitz. As long as there was delicious food, she didn't care where she was. And now that she was back in port, she felt like a fish in water. She didn't mind even changing into an evening dress, except that the way she ate didn't match the clothes very well.

The dinner party started like this...

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The Gibraltar Fortress, one of the most important hubs of southern European shipping and which had not fallen for three hundred years, was completely penetrated by Lütjens' Atlantic Fleet - now should be called the Mediterranean Fleet - in just one night during Operation Thunder-Cerberus!

The name of Lütjens has since remained in the history of the fortress.

One 380-barrel main turret and seven 7-barrel turrets of the Gibraltar Fortress were destroyed, the H Fleet was completely wiped out, the shipyard suffered heavy losses, and the news that Sir Riddell, the Governor of Gibraltar and commander of the fortress garrison, committed suicide after his defeat soon reached London.

Suddenly, there was a cry of grief in the British Isles...

This shocking news was no less than the news of the sinking of Hood a few months ago, and it was caused by the Atlantic Fleet led by Bismarck.

The British seemed to have become accustomed to the news about Bismarck, and every time it was their side that suffered the losses.

Get used to it, what a terrible word~

A luxury car stopped in front of Number 10 Downing Street. Churchill got out of the car with a grim face. His suit was not buttoned and there were even traces of mud on his leather shoes.

I had just been questioned for a long time by members of both the Houses of Parliament in the UK, and even after returning to Downing Street, there were still endless protests outside the door.

"Waste, Prime Minister step down! We need victory!" Shouts like this came one after another.

The noisy protests came endlessly from outside the courtyard wall, and even the fat and big-eared Churchill, who had a thick layer of oil on his face, felt a little dizzy because of the noise.

"What do these bastards know? It is to our advantage if Lütjens enters the Mediterranean! Why are they so angry? Is it necessary?"

The door was closed heavily, blocking out the noise from outside, and Churchill's depressed heart finally felt a little relieved.

His views were certainly different from those of the public. In his opinion, although the Gibraltar fortress was breached, it was only with the help of the weather. This kind of weather would not come many times a year. When the Atlantic Fleet entered the Mediterranean, it was like being locked in a cage. In this way, there was no threat to their transportation in the Atlantic.

Without such a big threat, it is true that the pressure is greatly reduced.

"Someone, call the war cabinet to a meeting in an hour!"

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An hour later...

"Although the German Home Fleet still has two modified battlecruisers, two pocket battleships, two heavy cruisers, three light cruisers and fourteen destroyers, there are reports that they are building four Hindenburg-class battleships and trying to rebuild one or two aircraft carriers, but they are trapped in Wilhelmshaven and it is difficult for them to break through the blockade of the Scapa Flow base and the GIUK line of defense!"

"At present, in addition to the Renown guarding the Strait of Gibraltar, and the three Queen-class battleships and three Illustrious-class aircraft carriers that are the backbone of the Mediterranean Fleet and should not be moved lightly, the forces available to our home fleet include two King George V-class, two Rodney-class and four R-class battleships, a total of eight battleships, and the Ranger aircraft carrier... In order to ensure that the Scharnhorst-class will not slip out like the Bismarck-class, the eight battleships of the home fleet are currently patrolling the sea in groups of two under the cover of patrol aircraft launched from Iceland-Faroe Islands and the Ranger - even if the German Navy's warships have problems and interfere with communications by repeating the same old tricks, the two battleships are enough to counter the opponent's Scharnhorst-class in a short period of time, which is enough to support the abnormal situation at sea to be discovered by our long-range patrol aircraft..."

Hearing "even if there is a problem with the German Navy's warships", everyone's expression showed a mixture of disbelief, fear, jealousy and even envy.

The rumor that German battleships had "ghosts" had begun to spread to a certain extent, and it even became one of the reasons and basis for Britain to accuse Germany - after all, education in European countries has included religious classes since childhood, and Germany and Italy are both conservative Catholic countries - as for Lutheranism, it had long since merged with the Catholic Church.

In order to "exorcise the evil spirit", Churchill even invited the Archbishop of Canterbury to perform several rituals, including going to the shipyard to perform a shaman dance. Whether it was the nearly completed Vengeance-class aircraft carrier and the Duke of York battleship, or the Royal Ark II-class aircraft carrier (which had never existed in history) that was under design, the priests performed a shaman dance on them. Of course, under the glory of the Lord, there was no "evil spirit controlling the warship"...

This made the British feel both relieved and disappointed...

However, the Sea Lord's report continues...

"…In summary, although our army suffered a disastrous defeat in the Strait of Gibraltar, the threat from the German Atlantic Fleet, which currently poses the greatest threat to our country, has disappeared. The German Home Fleet and the German Mediterranean Fleet have been completely separated by the Gibraltar Fortress! They can no longer work together to threaten our shipping lines and attack our Home Fleet! This is undoubtedly a strategic advantage given to our country for free!..."

At this point, the British Admiralty Lord and other officers laughed, even Churchill and some civilian officials who were familiar with military affairs could not help laughing.

"…The situation in the Far East between the United States and Japan seems to have become more tense. In addition, the German Atlantic Fleet has entered the Mediterranean. Therefore, the US Atlantic Fleet has begun to transfer its aircraft carriers back to the Pacific, leaving only destroyers for anti-submarine escort... In addition, regarding the Ranger that was leased to my country, the Americans do not seem to have any intention of taking it back. The US side even contacted my country privately to discuss the possibility of transferring the aircraft carrier to my country for a long time..."

At this point, Churchill, who was smoking a cigar, couldn't help but snorted, but seeing that everyone was looking at him, he had to wave his fat hand: "Continue reporting!"

"…The biggest problem now is to study the countermeasures against the large-scale interference of the German army with our electronic equipment during the Battle of Gibraltar, and to improve our communication methods and the functions of the fire control system…In addition, in order to counter the terrifying shooting control level of the Bismarck-class battleships, the Navy is now planning to rebuild one of the three Lion-class battleships under construction and equip it with the MKX battleship integrated fire control command system that is under development and can perform a series of functions such as observation, fire control, ship status measurement, automatic recording and calculation of enemy ship trajectories, to carry out a new round of gunnery and naval battle command reforms…Currently, the development of the MKX fire control system is going smoothly. If it is successfully developed, it will be a new and revolutionary change in the field of gunnery - in fact, it is more appropriate to call it a battleship integrated fire control system!…"

"That's all I have to report! That's all!" The First Sea Lord closed the memorandum in his hand, sat down and looked at Churchill's expression.

Churchill nodded, then looked at the others: "Everyone, do you have any comments?"

"No."

"Well, let's move on to the next topic: What should we do about our situation in Greece?!"

ps: Can you guess the relationship between the three people? Judging from the way they hold hands.

Chapter 397: [Bravely fight the mistress? ] Really?

The cocktail party naturally took place in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

After the garrison commander's toast and Lütjens's speech on stage, the cocktail party officially began. People from both sides gathered in groups of three or four and started chatting while holding up their red wine glasses.

This can promote mutual relations. Generally, naval receptions are held on the host's warships. If Lütjens is the host, it will be held on the flight deck of Zeppelin. However, the Italian warship was under repair, so it had to be moved to land.

But it is better on land. The space on the warship is definitely not as comfortable as on land. In comparison, the preparations are definitely more luxurious and complete.

Bismarck looked around. Most of the people attending the cocktail party were senior military officers or very handsome young soldiers. Correspondingly, these cocktail parties were indispensable to girls, and this one was no exception. There were also some beautifully dressed girls and wives, who should be the families of some soldiers, or local upper-class girls. They also joined in and chatted with Bismarck and the officers of their Mediterranean Fleet, chuckling from time to time, and were obviously very happy.

Zeppelin obviously had little interest in these cocktail parties. She held up her red wine glass elegantly. She was clearly the focus of the young officers' attention, but she stood outside the circle with a lack of interest. When she saw Bismarck's gaze coming over, she raised her glass and smiled in greeting.

The blood-red wine swayed in the exquisite glass and slid smoothly into the owner's mouth. Finally, the small clove tongue licked it slowly, wiping away the remaining wine from the corner of the mouth. That touch of charm almost dazzled Bismarck.

The cold and noble princess...

Bismarck didn't know how this word came out of nowhere.

It was indeed cold and beautiful. She didn't know that she saw a few young men from Italy who wanted to invite Zeppelin to dance with them - she had been targeted for a long time.

However, they were all rejected without exception. Zeppelin's coldness and aloofness could be felt from a distance. Even a glance from her could discourage the romantic Italian guy.

The only ones who caught her eye were the young pilots she had trained, but none of them came yet.

So... poor Italians.

Bismarck could only think so, but maybe Zeppelin didn't know how to dance, she chuckled, although she wasn't very good at it either.

Grapes was dragging Lindemann around to eat again. It was hard for her to bear it until now. Italian cuisine is world-famous for its exquisiteness, and its cooking methods are varied and its products are diverse, which is also impressive. Take the most common flour for example. From one dough, excellent Italian chefs can make thousands of pastries with different flavors. Tirpitz, who was far away in Berlin, had been coveting it for a long time, and this time, she finally got her wish.

The reception was in the form of a buffet. On the long table were various exquisite silver containers, which contained carefully prepared delicacies. She wore high heels and swung her skirt, wandering in front of the delicacies. The plate in her hand was already piled with a pile of delicacies, but she still kept picking up food. Fortunately, she had some self-awareness and kept wiping her mouth with a towel to remove the sauce and cream, so that Lindeman was not too embarrassed...

"Ham and cheese steak, this is good!"

“Pasta, this is good too!”

"Wow, ice cream! I want it! Lindeman, hurry up!"

"Tiramisu! Aaaaah!"

Lindemann's expression was one of collapse, but he still had to serve his secretary ship, because if he didn't act quickly, Tirpitz would jump and shake his hand, and that mountain of food would shake, and it would be fun if it fell down...

She has brought disgrace upon the Atlantic Fleet—no, it should now be called the Mediterranean Fleet.

Tizi still refused to let Lindemann go, and even Bismarck couldn't stand it anymore.

She told Lütjens and walked over.

"Lindman, you go and keep the commander company. I'll keep the girl company."

Lindemann made a "good" gesture to Bismarck with gratitude, as if he had heard of amnesty.

"I'm leaving, you look after her..."

"Do not worry."

But Grape was still dealing with food, and she didn't care that Lindeman was gone. Maybe she just had another sister, so it didn't matter.

"Sister, do you want to eat it? It's delicious!"

Eat your big head ghost...

Bismarck felt that his plan to train ladies was a failure.

However, after tasting what Grape handed over, it seemed to taste really good...

"Zeppelin, aren't you coming over?"

While the three of them were enjoying their meal here, Lütjens was also noticed by the Italian girls. Gradually, a group of noble ladies or socialites gathered around him. They all listened with great interest to the commander of the Mediterranean Fleet talking about the war.

They are aristocrats and women, so naturally they would never go to the battlefield, nor do they understand what it is like. They only learn about war from the officers outside, and then imagine it for themselves, making up a heroic picture in which masts, oars, and sails are reduced to ashes in the midst of laughter and chatter. However, the real bloodiness is hidden in the officers' boasting, and the war in their impression is just like playing house.

Lütjens didn't like talking about this kind of thing very much. In his opinion, war was not something that could be boasted about with people who knew nothing about it after dinner. However, it was just at the request of the host, and he couldn't refuse.

He tried to tell some interesting scenes of sailing and skip the bloody things, but this also made his image more majestic in the eyes of women. You know, even in the past, he and the Bismarck he led had always been the envy of many people, and his mature demeanor also attracted many women.

With so many starry eyes, Bismarck had a love rival before he knew it...

The first one to discover the situation was Grape. This little foodie was very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment, but she didn't know what this meant and just mentioned it casually.

"Sister, why would anyone want to dance with the Commander?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Bismarck looked puzzled. She had just stuffed a spoonful of cake into her mouth, and then a clean spoon came out after a light lick from the cat's tongue.

"Look." Tirpitz also took a bite of cake and said hesitantly.

Bismarck took a look and was shocked!

There was actually a little girl who was blushing and inviting her captain to dance!

That’s okay!

And his captain seemed unlikely to refuse an invitation from a lady, all because of his damn gentlemanly manners!

The woman's head immediately started to work, the flames of gossip burned fiercely, and Bismarck quickly analyzed the enemy situation.

But she seemed a little excited, and the end point seemed to be placed in the wrong place.

You can't blame her. You see, others who travel through time have to encounter palace fights, house fights, and mistresses, but I've been fighting on the front lines all the time and haven't encountered anything. My life is meaningless. This is too much of a loss. Is it finally time to give myself a chance?

A plot about bravely fighting the mistress?

Bismarck found this plot very appealing.

The girl was quite pretty, she judged after taking a look.

But compared with myself, what’s the difference?

Breasts? My breasts are bigger.

Butt? Or lift it up yourself.

Waist? Bismarck had no pressure at all, it was just a slender waist.