Bismarck

The captain's voice came from behind. The Persian cat, who was fighting with Zeppelin, was stunned. Then, Zeppelin taunted him again on the WIFI with a dark smile...

"Just be a good secretary and stay at home with your captain."

"Damned Zeppelin, I'll make you pay when you come back!"

The Persian cat that was baring its teeth and claws in the WIFI could only turn back with gritted teeth in reality and go to its captain to receive the next task...

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The task of night bombardment was not very heavy. After all, the front of Alexandria Port was relatively narrow. Although Alexandria was a big city with a population of millions, its main buildings were dilapidated slums. The high-end building areas were basically in the middle and east of the city, including the Montazah Palace, the palace of the Egyptian puppet king Farouk I, which "occupied" the entire eastern suburbs of Alexandria.

The two-kilometer-wide front of Cricket had already been marked with coordinates and divided into area codes. Moreover, many buildings in Alexandria Port were relatively dilapidated. Even if the powerful M1935 381mm main gun on the Veneto was not used, it was enough to demolish them in large areas using only the secondary guns.

If the British were to launch a suicidal night attack on the western port occupied by the African Corps, the dense barrage of bullets from the entire fleet would be enough to teach them how to behave in front of a warship!

The sky had completely darkened, but on the coast of North Africa, there were still occasional bursts of artillery fire, brilliant bullet tracers, and explosions, just like festive fireworks.

Looking at the war-torn North African continent through the periscope lens of the fire control director, Bismarck could not help but be dazed...

However, everyone knows that the gorgeous fireworks do not represent joy, but death and destruction.

Fortunately, over the past ten days, with the various wars and the leaflets Rommel distributed, Egyptian people in the entire city have evacuated the city in large numbers to avoid being involved in the brutal war...

Although, in troubled times, even if you are not killed on the spot, you still end up leaving your homeland...

Shaking his head, Bismarck felt that he was thinking too much and that even the clay Buddha could not save himself.

But at this moment, the command from the command center came through the battleship Veneto's onboard broadcast system:

"…In order to prevent unnecessary losses during the British Air Force's night raid, we are now ordered to evacuate Alexandria Bay and temporarily retreat to the high seas. The bombardment patrol mission will be taken over by the Fifth Light Cruiser Squadron!"

Bismarck blinked his eyes a little confused: Is it okay now?

After all, this is an Italian warship...

But it seems that the captain hates not following the prescribed tasks and schedule...

Forget it. Anyway, Italy’s radar soldiers and nighttime anti-aircraft shooting technology need to be verified... If you think about it this way, forget it. I’d better stay here for a while...

Anyway, this shift is a short one, which means I only need to stay for two hours...

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The fleet implemented a blackout, but the cabins were still brightly lit.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the warship rang the bell for the shift change. After completing the handover, the officers and soldiers who were taking a rest walked to the rest room in twos and threes, yawning.

The normal shift schedule is two shifts, changing every four hours. But from 8pm to 10pm, and from 10pm to midnight, it is divided into two short shifts. This is set up so that the two shifts can change their shift schedule every other day.

There is only a two-hour break after a short shift, so most of the time I can only take a nap in the lounge.

However, a certain Persian cat does not belong to Veneto's organization and is naturally not included in this list.

Coming down from her duty post, she headed directly towards the living quarters arranged by the Italians.

Admiral Iachino cleared out several rooms on the battleship Veneto for Lütjens and his entourage to rest.

After all, they are guests from afar, and Lütjens also needs to coordinate and communicate directly with the Italian Navy here - the two countries are conducting joint operations, and this must be done...

More than 20 staff members and workers came to Lütjens' headquarters. For the convenience of work, everyone's cabins were together. Four people slept in one room. Only Bismarck, who was a girl and the captain's secretary, could enjoy a single room - although her room was the farthest from the captain's senior officers' cabin.

Although I have been with the captain for such a long time, I still need to be more reserved when I go out...

But thinking of the meaningless smiles on the faces of a bunch of people when arranging the room, even if Bismarck's face was 320 mm thick armored steel, he couldn't help but feel a fever...

Come to think of it, who arranged this room in the first place? It's simply a case of trying to cover up one's own faults!

Stand still! I promise I won't use my 380mm main gun turret to kill you!

When the angry Persian cat came to his senses, he found that he had walked to the door of the captain's room.

"Eh... The captain's room...?"

"I wonder if the captain has slept yet? It's only ten o'clock now, so he shouldn't have..."

He looked around and saw no one around, so he stretched out his claws and gently knocked on the captain's door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

The captain's voice came from behind the door. The cat looked around again, and after confirming that there was no one around, it slipped in through the crack of the open door. Its tail flicked slightly in the crack of the door, and then it was immediately put behind the door - at the same time, it gently closed the door.

Bismarck closed the door and turned around, patting his chest with a guilty conscience. Then he saw his captain sitting at the desk. It seemed that... the captain was reading a book?

Also, why are there several maps on the table?

Seeing that it was his secretary ship that came in, the captain took off his glasses, put down the book in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Is it Bismarck? Have you finished your duty?"

"Well, I'm done with my duty. I wanted to come over and see if there's anything I can do for you... Hmm? What kind of book is this?" He took off his hat and put it on the table, shook his waist-length hair, and a Persian cat came over. But soon, curiosity shifted the Persian cat's attention to the book that the captain had placed on the table.

"It's Napoleon's Diary. I want to see if there is anything I can refer to in Napoleon's records about the invasion of Egypt."

Looking at the Persian cat on the cover of the book that was almost reaching his hand, Lütjens did not show any impatience.

"Ah... Captain, you are still thinking about the war at this time!"

As soon as the Persian cat heard the title, he knew what kind of book it was and lost interest in reading it immediately.

"Do you think everyone can find time to play like you? After all, I am the commander of the Mediterranean Fleet!" Lütjens glared at his Persian cat in annoyance.

The Persian cat's head that was close to him shrank back weakly after being glared at.

but…

The curiosity of a certain Persian cat has been completely aroused...

Pulling his captain's sleeve, Bismarck asked cutely, "Captain, what's the next plan?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Don't you know the military discipline?!"

It would have been fine if I didn't ask, but when I did, the captain glared at me unhappily.

"Woo..." His ears drooped.

"You..."

Lütjens also had a headache. After all, he knew that his cat was curious.

"Forget it... There are some things you should know, so I'll tell you the content of your next task." Rubbing his temple, Lütjens said with a hint of helplessness.

"Yeah! Captain, you're the best." As soon as he heard the next task arrangement, his ears perked up again.

"…Be serious! Listen carefully!"

Bending his finger and tapping the Persian cat on the forehead, Lütjens scolded unhappily and rubbed his knuckles under the table: "The most important thing now is to completely control the urban area of ​​Alexandria. Rommel will also be there tonight to make preparations... Starting from tomorrow morning, you must fully cooperate with the African Corps and strive to completely cut off the main roads and railways from Alexandria to Manhur within four or five days!"

"Yes! I promise to complete the mission!" Bismarck saluted with a playful look, and then continued to act cute by stretching out his claws to pull Lütjens' sleeve: "And what are you going to do next? Can you tell me?"

Seeing Lütjens glaring at him, he even stuck out his tongue out in a daring manner.

Bismarck seemed particularly happy today, Lütjens wondered, was it because he was on Veneto's body?

"What's next? Veneto will leave next, and then you will come back to the Zeppelin with me!" Seeing his Persian cat looking like he would never grow up, Lütjens couldn't help but reach out and tap his forehead...

In fact, Bismarck was just like a little girl in front of him, but in the hearts of other crew members, she was an unapproachable goddess.

There is a saying that is very true: you never know what the goddess is like in front of the person she likes.

"…How could I have forgotten that this girl's face is as thick as armored steel…"

Covering his fingers, Lütjens looked at the Persian cat in front of him who was still pretending to be cute and heartless, feeling helpless.

They say cats in Egypt are sacred creatures, but why is my cat still behaving like this after arriving in Egypt?

ps: Well, the big sister is reading Napoleon's diary, and she reads it like the picture

ps: Please vote for "Miss Long" for a month...

Chapter 500: Alexander's Dilemma

"Target, area 152! mm secondary guns, penetrating shells! Three rounds of rapid fire! Fire!!"

"Understood! Fire!"

"boom!!"

After another round of shelling, several columns of smoke rose from the messy shantytowns in Alexandria and were blown towards the sky over the African continent by the Mediterranean breeze.

The radio headset was placed on the table next to the fire control director of the battleship Veneto, and the volume was turned up to the maximum. The noise of the battlefield was transmitted to the fire control command room of the battleship Veneto through the headset on the table.

Bismarck, who was holding a microphone in one hand and a fire control periscope in the other, pretended to watch the effect of the bombardment. In fact, she was using her own perception to "holographically observe" the effect of the bombardment she had previously commanded...

As she perceived, a street corner in Alexandria Port was in chaos.

Even though this place is close to the central area of ​​Alexandria, Egypt, a poor and backward semi-colonial society, has a core city, just like the big cities of later generations. The back streets behind the high-rise buildings are usually messy and crowded slums and shanty towns!

However, in Egypt at that time, there were not many high-rise buildings that looked glamorous in the big cities of later generations!!

At the narrow alley, a German tank was paralyzed at the intersection, and the bodies of two tank soldiers were still lying on the tank's hatch. On the other side of the roadblock at the intersection, which had been broken by a bullet crater, in the brick and stone buildings that were lined up in all directions, through the smoke and firelight, one could vaguely see the barrel of an anti-tank gun drooping behind a window on the first floor. And on the wall of this house, several large holes were emitting thick smoke...

It seems that another stronghold has been destroyed?

"rush!"

"Wait! Don't charge yet!"

"?!" The observer on the opposite side snorted, seeming that he didn't understand yet.

"That place is a very solid building, and there are other shanty towns around it. The shelling effect is not very good, and this area has not been completely cleared..."

Bismarck grabbed the radio microphone and explained to the German observer opposite.

But...actually there is no need to explain! In the next second, a sinister tongue of fire like a venomous snake suddenly flashed out from a window in the basement of a nearby building!

As Bismarck perceived, two or three German soldiers who had rushed out of the bunker were caught off guard and fell headfirst into a pool of blood on the spot!

Life and death on the battlefield is but a matter of moments...

The other German soldiers who were about to charge saw that the situation was not good, and they rolled over and over, finally hiding their lives in the small corner of the roadside and behind the tank.

But even so, such hasty concealment could not guarantee one's own safety at all! Machine gun bullets penetrated the gaps between the tank wheels, leaving a trail of blood! A German soldier who had no choice but to crawl under the tank was killed on the spot!

"Damn it! Hide! Hide!"

The observer was so angry that he punched the wall. At this moment, it seemed that the British reserve troops had rushed to the room by the window from various hiding places inside and outside the room.

Machine gun flames came out from two more windows!

The fierce crossfire sealed off the block once again!

"These bastards! ... Navy beauties, I beg you..."

"boom!"

The observer was about to request artillery support again, but before he could finish his words, a round of artillery fire suddenly fell from the sky! !

The British army's firepower point was silenced in the explosion! The barricade on the road was also hit by a shell, blowing the barricade tied with barbed wire to the side! The smoke and dust produced by the explosion was so dense that it blocked the view of the street corner!

"Go! Now!"

Seeing that the situation was favorable, the German soldiers did not hesitate, holding grenades and grabbing submachine guns, and taking advantage of the opportunity when the smoke had not yet dissipated, they covered their helmets and lowered their heads and rushed towards the hole in the roadblock!

When these German soldiers rushed into the building opposite the street that had half of it blown open, they saw several figures in yellow-green military uniforms, holding Sten submachine guns and with pot-like British helmets on their heads, who stumbled in at the back door of a room that was reinforced with sandbags and logs. They rushed in almost at the same time as themselves!

The room suddenly fell from chaos to extreme silence, and the only sound that could be heard between the two groups of people was the heavy breathing!

They stared at each other for one second, and were stunned for two seconds. But in the next moment, the two groups of people wearing gray-yellow and yellow-green military uniforms pulled the triggers of their submachine guns almost at the same time! !

The Grim Reaper grinned and swung his giant scythe in the narrow house amid the bullet holes and bloodstains...

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"What the hell is this place!"

In a corner of the battlefield, Rommel covered his aching stomach and threw his hat to the ground angrily.

It was only noon, but the troops had suffered more than 600 casualties, and nearly half of the 40 tanks had been lost! The troops had barely controlled a block in the direction of the harbor. In a considerable number of houses in this block, the British troops who had been surrounded by themselves were still strengthening the buildings as fortresses with the support of the British troops who had rescued them from the outside, and continued to resist!

The planning of Alexandria was chaotic, with a mess of miscellaneous buildings crowded together! The whole city was like a huge maze, devouring the flesh and blood of the officers and soldiers of the African Legion!

Even the covering attack of naval guns cannot deal with the countless houses here!

But this city is large enough...

In France, even in the most brutal battle, the population of Dunkirk was only 200,000! And the main targets of Dunkirk were the surrounding towns supported by bastion walls. Even the largest town had a population of only 20,000 at most!