Bismarck

"No, no, Miss Bismarck," Werner pretended to be scared.

"Haha, give me a stove quickly," I said

"What are you going to do?" he asked curiously.

"Hey" I shook the things in my hand, a few tomatoes and eggs, potatoes and so on.

"Cooking," I said as a matter of course.

"You can cook too," he asked in surprise, "Who's eating?"

"To the Captain, of course. Oh, and Lindemann," I said.

"How pitiful... Lindemann is in trouble for no reason." He clicked his tongue twice. "I hope you don't make dishes that smell too oily. Let me make it clear in advance that if the captain asks about it, it's none of my business. There's no oil leak from my stove!"

"Werner, believe it or not, if you say that again, I will really cut off your oil supply..." I gritted my teeth

"Okay, okay," he surrendered with both hands. "But Bismarck didn't expect you to be so virtuous. The sailors below must be going crazy. How many young men's hearts have been broken by your kindness to the captain——"

I waved a frying pan over, and the world became quiet...

Well~ I don’t need to describe the details of the cooking. I asked a little sailor to help in the kitchen. I cut the potatoes into pieces, and then cut the tomatoes into pieces. Yes, what I have to make is scrambled eggs with tomatoes and braised chicken nuggets.

Well, it was still delicious. When my dish came out of the pot, Werner next to me was already drooling at the sight, and he completely forgot that he was still laughing at me for making a dish that tasted like diesel.

"Here, all of this is for you." I looked at him with contempt and generously gave him the leftovers in the pot to try.

How can you Western Aryans understand the profoundness of flower cultivation and food?

"Bismarck, come and teach me sometime, hehe" Werner came up to me shamelessly. People who are shameless think they are invincible, but unfortunately I don't buy it!

"Go away, I'm busy now"

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When I was carrying two plates and passing by the crew on the deck with the aroma, it was just dinner time. They were staring at my dishes with green eyes because they were hungry. Haha, it couldn't feel too good.

"Hey, Lindemann, Tirpitz, you're here so early." I went to the captain's reception room and saw the two of them, one big and one small, already sitting on the sofa.

"Sister is great!" Tirpitz jumped up when he smelled the fragrance, ran happily to the table, and took out his hands to eat "It smells so good"

"Pa" I rudely knocked her hand away. "Wait, Captain."

"..." Tirpitz looked at me aggrievedly

"It's no use!" I remained unmoved.

"Haha, Tirpitz, your sister puts the captain first." Lindemann also came over. "By the way, Bismarck, your cooking is really good. This is the first time I know you can cook. Why didn't you cook when I was on top of you before?"

"Don't eat it either!" I glared. No one can move until the captain comes!

"Lindeman, don't destroy our sisterly relationship," I snorted. "Besides, what's on me? It makes us feel like there's something going on."

"What's going on?" a voice suddenly interrupted

Ahem, it's the captain.

"No, nothing." I smiled awkwardly.

The captain glanced at me, then at Lindemann and Tirpitz. "You're here early."

"Haha, hello, Captain. Tirpitz was in a hurry to see her sister, and she pestered me so much that I had to come earlier." Lindemann's rank was much lower than Lütjens's, but he was the captain of a battleship of the same class, so the title became a problem, so he continued to call me the captain as he had served on me. After he finished speaking, he patted Tirpitz's head, and she followed him and called him

"Hello, Captain," she said softly.

"Yes," the captain nodded.

"Is this your cooking?" He turned to me.

"Yes," I said with a smile, "it's delicious!"

"Then sit down. It was Bismarck's suggestion to call you here for dinner today. I didn't know what she meant at first. It seems that she wanted to show off her cooking skills," the captain said with a smile.

"Yes, I suddenly remembered it. Sit down and eat, Tirpitz."

"Yes," she agreed happily.

The captain and I sat on one side, and Lindemann and my sister sat opposite us.

Well~ It's really interesting to have dinner with the family like this

"Bismarck is becoming more and more like a mistress now," Lindmann said with emotion, smiling at me, "She wasn't so mature before."

"hehe"

"It's much better than before." The captain nodded, and I smiled at him obediently.

"Tirpitz also wants to be like a sister"

"You will too." Lindemann touched Tirpitz's head.

"Haha, according to the growth cycle of our battleships, it will take several years for Tirpitz to fully grow up. You have to wait." I laughed maliciously. "I am a special case. By then, you will be old, and Tirpitz will still be in his prime."

Lindemann looked at Tirpitz and made a bitter face.

"It's okay. Lindemann is old, I want one too." Tirpitz immediately made his position clear.

"Hahahaha" Even the captain laughed this time

After dinner, Lindemann and the captain sat in the reception room. I called the orderly to come in and clean up, and then took out my Christmas present.

"For me?" the captain said. He opened it and saw it was a windbreaker.

"Yes. Who should I give the rest to?"

"That's great, Captain, you have a gift," Lindman said with a smile, "The windbreaker suits you very well."

"Don't be jealous, you have it too." I rolled my eyes at him. "Tirpitz has prepared it for you, too."

"Really?" Lindemann asked

Tirpitz blushed and nodded.

"Then let's go back quickly, haha, I can't wait any longer," Lindman said immediately

"You are already a captain, but you still act like a brat. You should learn more from Lütjens," I said helplessly. I really don't know if he is like this on his own ship. I think it is very likely that it is difficult to change people's nature.

It was almost 10pm when we saw Lindeman off. It was time to go to bed. But it seemed like I would be sorry if I didn't do something on this romantic holiday.

"Well, Captain, it's late, I don't even want to go back." I pretended to be nonchalant, but my face still blushed uncontrollably. Oh, so shy.

"Isn't your room right next to it? Just a few steps away."

Captain, you don't understand romance at all! Don't be so direct!

"Ahem, well, Captain, today is Christmas, don't you think..." I was too embarrassed to say anything more

"Huh? What do you want to say?" He looked at me with amusement.

Captain, you definitely know this! Don't be so sullen and sultry! There will be consequences if you always let girls take the initiative!

"Can I sleep here?" I said righteously.

"Can"

"Yeah? Great!"

I threw myself on the bed with joy.

ps: I know it’s very unethical!!! However, the extra chapter has nothing to do with the main story!

Chapter 42: Return to Hong Kong

The Polish submarine suddenly attacked from only 3000 yards behind me, and then fired four torpedoes in succession. I was resting at the time and did not detect it in time, resulting in the torpedoes behind me not being seen by the crew until they were hundreds of meters away. By then, it was too late.

"Bang, bang" two bullets hit my swollen part directly, luckily two of them missed and passed through my side, otherwise my injuries would be more than this.

Of course, the submarine was detected soon after it launched the attack. The destroyer not far away rushed over quickly, and the two-kilometer distance was reached in the blink of an eye. Then they immediately launched intensive depth charges until a large group of bubbles suddenly appeared underwater and stopped the attack. Various daily necessities floated up soon after, and we were sure that the submarine was sunk.

Afterwards, the damage control team carried out emergency repair work on me. Because the swollen part was penetrated below the waterline, it caused a large area of ​​water inflow, so we had to abandon one or two compartments and seal the watertight doors to stop the water from spreading further. The water inflow this time is estimated to be around 2,000 tons. Because the hole was opened on the same side, too much water inflowed, and I tilted a little at first, but later water was injected to the other side, and slowly the balance was restored.

It had some impact on the speed, but not too big. After all, it didn't reach the boiler room, so I still maintained a stable speed of more than ten knots.

The bleeding stopped, and I didn't want to lie on the bed anymore. After the captain left, I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower to wash away all the blood. There was nothing I could do about the wound. It was a projection of the body. The hole in the swelling was not filled up, so I couldn't get rid of it. I had to leave it like this for now. Fortunately, it wasn't a human body, so it didn't matter if the wound went into the water.

After taking a shower, I changed my clothes and cleaned up the captain's room. I threw away the bloodstained sheets and wiped the blood off the walls and floors. And when I was cleaning, I found that although my blood was also red, it didn't smell bloody at all. I smelled a little out of curiosity and smelled a faint smell of heavy oil. It was really embarrassing... Fortunately, it wasn't gasoline, otherwise it would have exploded.

Well~ let's go to the bridge next, but before going to the bridge, I still have one thing to do - I closed my eyes and meditated, and then the big cut on my waist quickly closed up, as good as new.

This is certainly not the rhythm of my armored zone being repaired. I just added an extra layer of illusion outside the projection, similar to a Russian nesting doll.

Huh - I let out a long breath. My body is already too exhausted. Even this little consumption makes me uncomfortable. Let alone repairing the swollen armor, I'd better wait until I get back to Hamburg.

I touched the wound and made sure nothing was exposed before going up to the bridge.

There was no longer any relaxed atmosphere on the bridge. Everyone was extremely serious, and the captain looked as cold as an iceberg. Telegraph operators kept coming in and out, and the Admiralty's orders kept coming in.

"Why are you here?" The captain's chill dissipated a little after seeing me, but he was still in a bad mood. "Didn't I tell you to rest?"

"I can't sleep," I whispered, "The wound hurts."

The captain nodded and said, "Then sit down and I'll talk to you later."

As he was speaking, another telegram was delivered.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Lindman finally had the chance to come forward and asked as he stood beside me.

"I almost broke my waist." I was scared when I thought about the pain just now. "Now there are two big wounds."

"I'm so sorry," Lindman said apologetically, "for causing you such serious injuries."

"It's none of your business, nor the captain's business." I smiled. "I've been aware of this since the day we became a battleship."

"What realization?"

I looked at Lindemann and said casually, "Of course it's the awareness of sinking in battle. As a battleship, you either sink others or be sunk by others. What do you think?"

"Uh" Lindman was silent for a while, and silently touched my head

Is this consolation? No, I don't need consolation, I shook my head. Now I understand very well what the protagonist said in an anime I watched at that time. What did he say? He said: Only those who dare to be killed are qualified to kill. Isn't this the case for me now? In fact, I have already prepared to be hit. How can I be safe when walking through the hail of bullets? The only thing I didn't expect was to be ambushed after the victory, and I didn't expect the taste of torpedoes to be so "delicious"

What should we do with the future Rhine River exercises?

"But if I were to sink, you would all come to accompany me," I said to Lindman metaphorically.

"Haha, so my job is to try to keep you from sinking."

After the kiss of a torpedo, I dared not sleep anymore. The destroyers were also very alert and kept guarding me all the time. Under heavy maintenance, I finally arrived at Kiel Port after a few days of sailing, and then continued to Hamburg after a short rest there. I finally arrived at Hamburg Port before the end of October.

When my ship docked at the dock, everyone was relieved. Lindemann ordered a major overhaul of the entire ship, and collected all the parts damaged in the battle. The captain went to the dock and contacted the shipyard about my entering the dock - my injury was underwater, and it would be difficult to repair it without going to the slipway.

After all, it seems that I am the most idle person on the ship now, although I have always been relatively idle...

I came to the restaurant alone. It was not yet mealtime. Only the staff in the kitchen were busy, as well as some young sailors helping in the kitchen. After all, feeding more than 2,000 people was a huge pressure.

"Miss Bismarck" Werner, the officer in charge of the kitchen, greeted me with a smile.

"Werner, you're eating again..." I looked helplessly at the man holding a plate of bread slices. Every time I came over, I saw him eating. In my impression, German officers were all very handsome, but when I saw Werner, I felt disillusioned. He was really fat...

"Werner, you are stealing from the company. I will tell the captain." I took the plate from him and put a piece of bread in my mouth. "Well, it tastes good."

"Bismarck you..." Werner looked at his empty hands with a helpless look, and wisely did not get entangled with me.

"Bismarck, what are you doing here?" He waved his hand, and immediately a little sailor brought me a cup of coffee.

"Thank you," I said

"I'm here to see my Oscar. I've missed it after not seeing it for a long time." I looked around, searching for that familiar figure. I really "missed" it.

"Oh, there it is." Werner pointed to a corner and laughed. "Bismarck misses it so much, the guys on the ship will be jealous to death."

Is that so... I smiled ferociously in my heart, haha!

When I took a look, I saw that the sleeping figure was none other than Oscar. I took a quick step forward, grabbed the flesh on the back of its neck and lifted it up.

"Where are you going, you little bastard?"

Werner "..."

For the punishment for escaping from my hands last time, I beat it up without hesitation

"Meow-meow!" Oscar was slapped on the forehead before he woke up from his sleep.

"I told you to run! I told you to run!"

Oscar struggled very unhappily, but how could he escape from my control? The kitchen was soon filled with the fat cat's screams, making everyone around him break out in cold sweats.