Bismarck

Not to mention Bismarck, who stood in front of the barely recognizable gate with red eyes, his inner anger uncontrollably.

Crying can't solve any problems, only fists can be used for revenge.

As a weapon of war, Bismarck was well aware of this, but his once good home was gone just like that. He would never see his serious but easy-going butler and those familiar servants again... It was truly heartbreaking for Bismarck.

Her eyes were red, and Zeppelin came up and patted her shoulder.

"Forget it, don't be sad."

I don’t know what happened to Lily... Wait, Lily!

Although Lily is now living in the research institute, normally she would not come back, but...

If I remember correctly, the research institute where Lily worked was the Institute of Nuclear Physics.

It would have been fine if he hadn't thought about it, but now thinking about it, Bismarck, who was originally feeling sorry for the dead old butler and servants, was suddenly startled.

The Institute of Nuclear Physics will definitely be a key target for British and American bombing.

"Captain, I'll go ask Lily how things are going."

Bismarck didn't care about anything else. After shouting to the captain, he quickly called Lily in his mind.

The ring finally worked again, and fortunately, Lily kept wearing it.

"Lily! Lily!"

"Lily! Did you hear that? If you did, answer me now!"

"...Based on the above calculation results, it can be roughly determined that in order for the chain reaction to continue, the scale of the chain reaction should at least be able to guarantee the reaction of 2^80 molecules (about 1 mole)... In this way, if we want to ensure the continuity and power of the chain reaction, we need at least a sphere of high-purity U54 with a diameter of 235 cm, which means that we need about 13 tons of U235... Unfortunately, with our national strength, I am afraid that we can't refine 235 tons of high-concentration U..."

In a conference room of a high-energy physics institute in Germany, a man in his forties with messy back hair and no beard was explaining his calculation results with a regretful tone in front of a blackboard filled with various formulas. Dozens of men and women around him were holding notebooks and pens, listening to his explanation attentively and taking notes.

No one doubted whether the person on the stage would make a mistake. After all, he was the famous Heisenberg...

“…This seminar ends here. Adjourn.”

Heisenberg waved his hand and the people below began to disperse. However, one female researcher suddenly looked at the ring on her finger with a little confusion...

"Is this... Bismarck?"

The last time Bismarck called me in this way was because he was almost killed by the British. Could something have happened again this time?

"Are you okay?" Heisenberg asked with concern.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…”

Lily was a little frightened and didn't dare to think about it anymore. She quickly asked for leave from her team leader and ran back to her dormitory.

As soon as she ran into the dormitory, Lily closed the door and shouted to the ring:

"Bismarck, Bismarck, I'm here! Are you all right?"

As Lily shouted, the projection of Bismarck gradually appeared. Lily didn't care about much and hurriedly grabbed it - fortunately, this time Bismarck was real. And it didn't seem to be injured.

But Bismarck's eyes were red, and he looked obviously unhappy.

Could it be?

Lily's heart suddenly tightened.

Maybe something happened to her father...

"Bismarck, has something happened to Dad?"

Fortunately, Bismarck quickly gave her a reassuring answer. Lütjens was fine, but something happened to someone else who was still a very important person to Liliana.

"Lily, the captain is fine..." Bismarck looked at her, not knowing what to say, and then wanted to comfort her, "But something did happen, don't be sad."

"What on earth is that?"

"Our home is gone... it was bombed by the British yesterday and completely destroyed."

"Krupp died too, in the air raid."

After saying that, Bismarck hugged Lily sadly. Lily was stunned by the bad news. She sat down on the ground with a plop, and tears started to flow down her face.

If we were to talk about the person who has the deepest relationship with the housekeeper and the servants, it would definitely be Lily.

Her father was a soldier and was often away from home. In fact, most of the time, the only people who accompanied her were the servants and Krupp.

But now...

"Krupp... and everyone else... how could the British do this!"

It took a long time for Bismarck to comfort Liliana. She came out of consciousness with a wry smile and said to the two of them.

"I've told Lily, she's very upset and she's crying now."

"Let her cry." Lütjens was silent for a moment. "It will be fine after she cries."

His heart was now filled with flames of anger.

"These damned British bastards, I swear, I will make them pay with blood on the sea."

Chapter 520: One Quilt, Two Ship Girls

The dilapidated streets of Berlin were filled with homeless refugees, who were wrapped in blankets in the corners of the ruins, looking at passers-by with tears in their eyes.

Even though the war had already started, Berlin, Germany, was still a peaceful and harmonious scene. Apart from learning about the progress of the war in the newspapers, people knew nothing else. For the residents of the capital, the war was still a very distant thing. They ate when they should eat and slept when they should sleep. For many people, the war on the other side of the continent deep in the ocean was far less interesting than the evening party, and the casualties were just a statistic in the newspaper.

It was not until last night that a sudden bombing stunned everyone. Only then did they realize that there was no truly safe rear and that their country had entered a state of war.

It is difficult for many people to accept that their peaceful life has been disrupted.

Although the German civil affairs department has started relief work, there are tens of thousands of refugees, and it is impossible to rescue them all in a short time...

Even if the captain is an admiral, it is not easy to find a place to rest...

When everyone had recovered from the sadness and anger of their families being torn apart and their loved ones being killed, Lütjens was helpless when Bismarck asked if they wanted to find a place to rest.

Even if he can't find a good place for the time being.

As a naval admiral, it was impossible for him to simply go to the Civil Relief Center, regardless of the military obligation to give priority to giving resettlement supplies and tents to refugees, or the regulations and requirements for confidentiality and security for senior generals.

"Forget it, let's go back to the Navy Department and sleep in the office tonight..."

Lütjens stood up and slapped his knee, "Work overtime tonight!"

Lütjens touched the key chain in his pocket and remembered that he was an admiral and that there was a special office reserved for him in the Navy Department. So he had no choice but to let Bismarck and Zeppelin accompany him for a while.

As for whether Raeder would like to see him and two other ship girls using the office as a temporary shelter?

Lütjens didn't care what he thought.

Leaving the sofa and camp bed to the ship girl, Lütjens began his days of sleeping on the floor.

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It had been a few days since we returned to Berlin, and the combat reports and archival materials had been submitted. But everyone, including Lütjens, felt that there was nothing to do.

Although he and Raeder met each other every day, their relationship was known to everyone. It was also for this reason that in the Navy Department, apart from the daily routine of the waiter delivering the documents and war reports that needed to be circulated, the door of Lütjens' room was empty enough to put a cage to catch sparrows...

Bismarck was quite satisfied with this day. It was a good day off, wasn't it?

Hitler's attention was now focused on the Soviet-German battlefield, and a special plane flew to the Soviet Union every few days.

As British bombers were becoming more and more rampant, Goering was also very busy. He had to organize new fighter units, organize night air defense systems, organize the production of more aircraft and anti-aircraft guns, and various electronic equipment - including radars and jammers - after the electronic jamming was used in the Battle of Gibraltar, Goering became a complete fan of the field of electronic warfare. Various radio observation stations, code-breaking groups, radar research institutes, university electronics departments, etc., were now almost buried alive by the "money bombardment" invested by Goering.

It just so happened that the British on the other side were also good at electronic warfare, and the electronic war between the two sides was hard to decide. The harder it was, the more effective it was, and Goering's interest in electronic warfare grew stronger day by day.

There is now a joke circulating in the Reich Air Ministry: Marshal Goering has successfully kicked his drug addiction - because he is addicted to electronic warfare.

When Zeppelin took Bar, Tinolt and several other people to handle the organizational transfer procedures, he found out that Goering had not been to the Imperial Aviation Ministry for several days.

Although, the transfer procedures for several people do not need to go through Goering, they only need to file it with the personnel department.

Seeing several of his comrades who he had trained bid farewell to their own unit, Zeppelin still felt a little reluctant. But there was nothing he could do about it.

The barracks are permanent, but the soldiers are transient. Moreover, it is still wartime. In wartime, we have no choice. We are parting today, and I really don’t know if we can see each other again in the future.

There were seven or eight of us when we came here, and although the pilots escorted us to the door when we left, I still had to go home alone...

Looking back at the Imperial Air Ministry building, which had also been hit by a near miss bomb during the bombing and had half of its wall under repair, Zeppelin smoothed his bangs that were messed up by the autumn breeze in Berlin, saluted silently, and turned to leave.

Peace to you, boys.

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In the building of the Ministry of the Navy, Lütjens' office is located in the innermost and most remote room of the senior generals' office area.

Ignoring the contemptuous or dismissive looks from the various uniformed bureaucrats in the Admiralty, Zeppelin walked directly towards Lütjens' office, leaving only the noisy whispers echoing in the corridors of the Admiralty building.

"Is that the legendary ship man?"

"Lütjens, this old man, is so lucky..."

"If I could get two, I would be a famous general now."

“…Why do I suddenly feel like you didn’t wash your face this morning…?”

"But speaking of it, the Marshal trusted Lütjens so much that he even assigned him the ship girl. This old guy actually shamelessly took the ship girl to work with Goering on planes. He even dared to hide the news from the Marshal. He is really ungrateful."

"That's right. Don't you think about it? Without the existence of a ship girl, how could Lütjens have a higher rank than me? How could he have won the Diamond Knight's Medal?"

"Isn't it because he has a ship girl under his command? If I had a ship girl under my command, I could do it too."

"Then he relied on the military exploits that the ship girl had earned for him to show off his favor in front of the Führer, and with the support of that fat pig Goering, he even planned to ask the Marshal to seize power?"

"That's right, that's right."

"That's it."

"Shameless fellow."

"ungrateful."

"By the way, Lütjens asked the logistics staff for a large quilt the day before yesterday. What do you think..."

"Yes, that's true."

"A big quilt, two ship girls, their figures are really great..."

"Hehehehe~~~There's no one prettier than these two in Berlin. What do you think is the difference between playing with them and ordinary women?"

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The noises weren't loud, but with the search capabilities of an early warning fighter, how could Zeppelin not hear these strange words? "The commander and Bismarck fought for the country, and they still have to be framed by these villains like this?"

Zeppelin had not been to the Navy Department before, so he didn't know this. But when he heard these strange words this time, although Zeppelin looked cold and dismissive on the surface, he was holding his breath in his heart.

Although many of these words are obviously nonsense, just think about it and you will know who came up with this nonsense.

Who else could it be but Redl himself?

Originally, when I was suspended from work, I heard the complaints of my designer. It was simply because Raeder, a bureaucrat who was doing nothing, was afraid that the naval aviation would be controlled by the air force and would limit his authority in the navy, so he simply stopped working and sent me to Gdynia to load wood. If Bismarck and the commander had not come to Gdynia in person to invite me out, I might have been completely corroded by the sea water and turned into a wreck.

As for His Excellency the Imperial Marshal's undermining of the navy?

Apart from other things, Zeppelin himself knew the attitude of the Imperial Marshal towards the Navy. Apart from the fact that the flying ones were under his control, he basically agreed to whatever the Navy said. Even if someone in the Navy was doing something behind the Imperial Marshal's back, he never said no.

It is simply a little submissive that belongs to me and is jointly developed with me.

But even though Goering was like this, he was still criticized by the navy.

In fact, now these people are talking more and more vulgarly.

"Two ship girls on one big quilt?"

If Zeppelin hadn't been afraid of the bad influence and was even more afraid that Redel would take the opportunity to cause trouble, he would really have gone back and had a good talk with these villains in military uniforms.

When the commander led us to fight the British at the front, where were you guys?

Although he didn't seem to care on the surface, you could hear Zeppelin gritting his teeth when you got closer, and veins were bulging on his forehead.

As Qiberin walked along the corridor that was dozens of meters long, he felt his rage rising.

After finally reaching the door of Lütjens' office - which now also served as a dormitory for three people - Zeppelin walked in angrily, then slammed the door shut with a "bang" and threw his hat directly onto the table.

"What's wrong? Zeppelin?"

In the office, Lütjens was sitting on a chair looking at the scenery outside the window, while the bored Persian cat was lying on the sofa flipping through the latest news and communications. Hearing the angry bang of the door, the two turned around and looked at Zeppelin who had just come in.

"I'm so angry! You don't know what they are saying outside..." Zeppelin didn't care about military etiquette and sat on the table as if he was at home. "This is too much!"