Bismarck

"They've arrived, Commander. Forty Type 96 fighters and Zero fighters have arrived from Saigon, and our radar soldiers have already made contact with them (in order to save resources, the channels of the magnetrons of Japanese radars during World War II were designed to be able to serve as radio stations for sending and receiving telegrams). They will appear above us and the landing ships in ten minutes at most, and they will be in time to intercept the British!"

"Really? That's good..."

Takagi looked at the chart table in front of him with an expression of noncommittal. But in fact, he was still grateful in his heart: Fortunately, Admiral Yamamoto insisted on strengthening radar work after returning from Germany a year and a half ago, and set up a combat command center based on the experience of the German Navy in using aircraft carriers. In addition, Japan actually still has a little bit of electronic industry foundation - at least Japan is one of the first countries to develop magnetrons - although the power is very low. In addition, the Yagi antenna was also invented by Japan, so now several of his main battleships have radars, so they are not blind to the battlefield and rely entirely on imagination...

Just as Gao Mu was thinking, the radar soldier over there started shouting: "Report! A large group of aircraft has been spotted 80 kilometers away!"

"…Are they here? Very good—order the anti-aircraft fighters on standby on the deck to take off, and all ships to spread out and form an anti-aircraft formation to start the attack!"

"understand!"

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"Turn! Turn!"

On the sea as the sun was setting, on the bridge of the British Far East Fleet's flagship, Prince of Wales, Admiral Phillips, with his eyes wide open, was standing awkwardly by the porthole, holding the handrail tightly with one hand, and with his other hand, he was holding a telescope and watching the increasing number of Japanese planes in the sky!

Although the twenty-four Sea Spitfire fighters on the two armored aircraft carriers, HMS Illustrious and HMS Indomitable, were desperately intercepting in the sky, and the radar-guided anti-aircraft fire net that the British Navy was proud of was also desperately shooting at the Japanese aircraft in the sky. Under the cover of the anti-aircraft fire net and the interception of the fighters, one Japanese plane after another was turned into fireballs in the sky, and fell into the waves of the South China Sea with billowing smoke.

However, there are too many enemies! And there are more and more! Not to mention, Japan, which has always been looked down upon by the British, actually has excellent fighter planes...

In Admiral Phillips' telescope, a fighter with a smooth fuselage, elliptical wings, and extremely high maneuverability was tightly entangling his Spitfire, which already had good maneuverability. Although this aircraft did not seem to be very durable, and even almost caught fire with a single hit, relying on its super maneuverability, his Spitfire was unable to do anything with this stubborn opponent - even until now, these Japanese dwarfs' planes did not show any signs of running out of fuel...

Admiral Phillips was stunned and shocked: Did we all underestimate these "harmless-looking dwarfs"...

Unfortunately, it's too late!

After the fighters were entangled, more and more bombers rushed over like sharks smelling blood. Admiral Phillips saw clearly that the torpedoes were mounted under the belly of these grass-green twin-engine bombers.

He watched them get closer and closer in despair.

Is it time to pray to God?

The large-caliber anti-aircraft guns of the US, British, Dutch and Austrian fleets fired desperately, and one after another of the bulky torpedo bombers were turned into balls of fire. But... there were too many Japanese. And the intensity and density of their air strikes were completely different from the attacks in the European and Mediterranean battlefields, which were many waves but mostly scattered.

The overwhelming, increasing number of terrifying troops, the coordinated attacks from the left, right, middle, and right directions, clearly showed a well-trained tactical coordination, and the reckless spirit of fighting bravely and never retreating. In the radio station that was adjusting the channel, the murderous Japanese roar of "Black card, board!" could be heard from time to time when the station was switched. There were even Japanese pilots shouting while driving their burning and falling planes towards their own warships in a brazen collision that was destined to kill both sides...

In the face of such a strong attack, the British fleet's tactic of turning to avoid the torpedo as soon as it was dropped was useless. In addition, the Japanese army had an absolute advantage in manpower and was so fearless and crazy that some people were scared. Moreover, the Allied fleets came from multiple countries, and their tactical regulations were completely incompatible, so the mutual avoidance had fallen into chaos.

The Allied warships were in chaos under the overwhelming pressure, and sank to the bottom of the sea one after another in the overwhelming and destructive air raid.

Although no one knew what these Japanese were shouting, everyone had a unique and terrifying premonition of the end of the world, a sense of fear that the end was near...

"Someone, turn on the radio for me. I want to make the call myself. I want to tell the Southeast Asia Theater Command, tell the Prime Minister, and tell the entire free world that we have all underestimated the wolfish ambitions of these Japanese dwarfs. I must report all of this to them..."

Even in this situation, he still had to fulfill his final duty for the British Empire and report first-hand intelligence from the battlefield to his country through radio broadcasts...

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Looking at the battlefield where there was no chance of recovery, Admiral Phillips shook his head bitterly. Knowing that his time was up, he hunched over his already short body and disappeared into the corridor leading to the radio room...

He couldn't bear to see his fleet destroyed like this.

And just ten minutes later, another round of torpedo nets, as dense as a spider web and impossible to evade, enveloped the four battleships of the British Far East Fleet, which had no way to escape...

Phillips watched the captain's room gradually filled with sea water and raised his exquisite pistol.

On November 1941, 11, Admiral Tom Phillips, commander of the British Far East Fleet and commander-in-chief of the US, UK, Netherlands and Australian Fleets, and his two Illustrious-class aircraft carriers, two King George V-class battleships, and the US, UK, Netherlands and Australian Fleets' heavy cruiser USS Houston, light cruiser USS Trope, light cruiser USS Perth, and eleven destroyers, as well as more than 1 sailors on these warships, sank forever in the waters northwest of Kuantan, Malaysia...

The only attack group they sent out, under the repeated interception of dozens of Japanese fighter planes, only sank two transport ships and seriously damaged a destroyer, which was a negligible achievement...

Although the remaining fleet began to regroup under the command of Major General Karel Dollman of the Dutch Navy, it was not long before the broken warships were caught up by the Japanese fleet... Although the brave Major General Dollman was determined to pay tribute to his predecessors, he led his flagship, the light cruiser De Ruyter, named after the Dutch national hero and the glory of the Dutch Navy, in a desperate assault on the two Kongo-class battleships and two Takao-class heavy cruisers of the Japanese Navy, but in the end it still fell under the torpedo nets pulled out by the Japanese mine warfare team.

After Major General Dollman was killed along with his ship, the remaining Allied fleet completely scattered.

In the end, the US, UK, Netherlands and Australia fleets were completely destroyed under the pursuit of the Japanese navy and air force...

After the naval forces of the Southeast Asian Allies were completely wiped out, the ferocious army troops under the command of General Kanemura Jun and General Yamashita Tomoyuki of the Japanese Empire landed in the Philippines and Malaysia successively. The Allied forces, which were left with only third-rate troops in Southeast Asia, soon collapsed across the board.

After Wake Island was captured by Inoue Shigemi's Fourth Fleet, the US Pacific Fleet, which only had three aircraft carriers, Lexington, Saratoga and Enterprise, was forced to retreat due to the superior force and first-hand situation of the four aircraft carriers of the Japanese Nagumo Chuichi Mobile Force and the coordinated long-range bombers of the island bases... In the following month, the Japanese army, which had gained control of the sea, was unstoppable. Except for the Bataan Fortress, which was still struggling, the Philippines and Singapore had already been collectively destroyed...

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I have finished my final exam tonight and have to catch a train tomorrow, so I won’t be able to update tonight...

ps: It is difficult for girls to update because of the recommendation, so I have to update, there is no other way...

It’s so miserable, it’s a sure thing that I’m going to fail the exam. What can I do? I can only wait until next semester.

Well, that’s 100 words. Go to sleep.

Chapter 544: Invaders

The rising sun shone into the cabin through the window, illuminating Bismarck's small room. The ringing alarm clock woke the girl who was still buried in the quilt and she barely opened her eyelids...

"Hmm...it's dawn...yawn..."

Although she didn't need much sleep, she still developed this habit. At first, she just entered a state similar to meditation, but now she is really sleeping, just like a person.

Bismarck, sleepy-eyed, got up from the bed reluctantly, put on his clothes in a daze, took his towel and toothbrush, then stumbled all the way to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth stupidly, and finally opened the towel to wash his face. It was not until the cool feeling of the towel wet by the faucet was stimulated by the cool feeling on his face that Bismarck, who was still half asleep and half awake, could barely wake up a little.

Pah, pah, pah, she slapped her cheeks with cold water, and then the CPU restored its frequency from low power state to normal.

But I still want to continue sleeping... woo...

"Why, you haven't woken up yet?"

"Um... Hey, Captain?" Hearing this voice, Bismarck, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly woke up completely (from being scared).

Bismarck is now living in the deputy minister's room, right next to Lütjens, and the bathroom is shared.

"You...how can you be so confused..." He smiled indulgently.

"It's just woken up." Bismarck retorted. How could this be called confusion? She had never been distracted on the battlefield.

Bismarck's little tsundere was still very cute. Lütjens shook his head with a hint of helplessness, held up Bismarck's newly grown, somewhat messy hair with one big hand, and used the other hand's five fingers to slightly separate like a comb, carefully combing the big battleship he raised. Although he was still muttering, the doting and care came from the heart.

We have known each other for a long time, and even now, twenty-six months have passed since the war began.

Looking at the morning sunshine pouring in through the window, Bismarck stood obediently while her captain combed her hair, and suddenly felt very happy in her heart...

Like a Persian cat that is cared for and pampered...

………Brush teeth, wash face, comb hair, tidy up clothes and sit at the table waiting for breakfast………

On the previous day, Bismarck, his captain, Zeppelin, and Bonte flew back to the Bay of Trieste - his main ship was docked in the shipyard for repairs, while Tirpitz and Zeppelin's main ships were almost repaired and were about to start recovery training - along with the crew members on his main ship. After all, his main ship still needed to be repaired for a while, and the skills and tactics could not be abandoned, otherwise he would suffer a great loss.

There was no shortage of delicious food near Italy, especially pasta, which was Cagaria's favorite. Although he didn't know why, Italy was also a country of delicious food, but when he was in North Africa, Rommel had complained that the Italian Army's field meals were terrible, and while complaining, he rubbed his stomach and vomited acid from his stomach ulcer...

But anyway, with a bunch of delicious food in front of him, a certain Bismarck finally filled his stomach~

Besides, there was nothing important to do for the time being, and after having eaten his fill, Bismarck wanted to go out for a walk...

Piran Bay, less than ten kilometers outside the port of Trieste, the deepest part of the Adriatic Sea, is the port where the German Mediterranean Fleet's Tirpitz battleship and Zeppelin aircraft carrier are currently located.

Due to the resistance forces and the shallow water of the local port, several large warships could not dock directly in the bay, but even at sea, one could see the beautiful scenery of the green mountains, clear waters and leisurely towns of Slovenia and Croatia.

Bismarck was particularly interested in the small town of Piran, which was said to have a leisurely folk culture!

After all, this was the location of the tutelage in my "previous life". Although I didn't have the money to travel abroad at that time, a cat who was once addicted to mobile games always thought that I must go abroad to have a look someday. My original body is now under overhaul in Trieste, and Grape and Zeppelin are now docked here for maintenance, replenishment and training, so if I don't take the time to give myself a holiday and go shopping in Piran Port, it would be too much of a treat for myself.

Taking advantage of the free time in the morning, Bismarck asked his captain for a leave of absence, planning to go shopping there early in the morning when it was not too hot.

Although shopping is more lively when a group of girls go together, but in the three large ships of the entire Mediterranean fleet, it seems that there are only three girls, myself, Zeppelin and Tizi...

Bismarck suddenly felt a little depressed... because just in front of the corridor where Bismarck was, there seemed to be a sound of knocking on the door to wake up Tizi.

Bismarck, curious, quickly extended his perception and looked over.

Well, on the battleship Tirpitz where he and his captain lived, a hamster was hiding in the quilt with his head covered. Even when the sun was shining on his butt, he was still sleeping soundly - even the door was locked. Now Lindemann was standing at the door of Tirpitz's room holding the gunnery manual, looking at his palms that had turned red with confusion... He was really angry and wanted to stamp his feet.

Lindeman must be so angry that he was about to explode. This girl must be on guard against him!

Tirpitz inside pulled his ears down and pretended not to hear anything and continued to sleep.

Suddenly I felt so pitiful for Lindemann, as he was rejected by his own battleship.

Bismarck was a little confused when he saw this scene: should he help Lindemann pull his sister up? Or should he just turn his eyes away at a 45-degree angle and hum a little tune as if he was helping his sister bully Lindemann?

However, after all, Lindemann's strict training is also for his sister's good, so he should train more strictly~

Bismarck couldn't stand his sister sleeping like this all the time, she was too lazy.

Bismarck quietly passed by his sister's room with a smile, and not long after, in Tirpitz's room, there was a noise of a hamster being dragged out of the bed by its captain. Occasionally, there was also the complaint of a little hamster...

"The sun is shining on your butt! Are you still sleeping? Get up and train!"

“Ahhh… you bad bastard Lindemann! How did you get in? Get out…”

"You still want me to go out? Be careful or I'll beat you to death." Lindeman picked her up from the bed and said unhappily.

"Don't take pictures!" The hamster immediately protected his head.

"How did you get in? You didn't lock the door and you think you're right? Wake up! Come train with me."

"Ah... I know, it must be my sister... Hey hey hey... Wait! Lindeman, stop talking nonsense. I will get up... Don't rush me, ah, it's annoying..."

Hearing Lindemann and Tizi making a scene in the back, Bismarck, who had sneaked away, couldn't help but smile with his hands covering his mouth.

But...suddenly, Bismarck thought of a word...training!

In contrast to Grape’s lazy and gluttonous nature, Zeppelin is a training maniac...

The sense stretched out towards the top of his head, and sure enough...

In the sky above the Bay of Trieste, Zeppelin, flying the Edelweiss fighter, was frantically training the newly added pilots with a BASAKA-level sadistic tone. Even Bismarck could hear that Zeppelin, who would instantly have 120% of his energy as long as there was a plane to fly and control, was now shouting something into the radio with excitement...

"...You all should be more serious. A squadron of planes has not even caught my six points once so far... I say, if you behave like this, I will feel unhappy, and you will be unhappy because of me..."

The strong sadistic aura was so strong that even Bismarck, who didn't wear headphones, felt as if someone was roaring into her ears - although Zeppelin's voice was not loud and rough, and it didn't sound sharp or piercing when she spoke... However, just her sadistic aura... Well, on the flight deck next to Zeppelin, there seemed to be a few guys in flight suits, who seemed to have gotten off the previous wave of planes, and were now slumped in their seats, feeling airsick...

Although Bismarck felt that it was a strange contrast that these pilots were trained to airsickness by Zeppelin, but...

Looks like I'll be going shopping alone today...

Both sisters are busy. If Eugen were here, she could accompany them for a while.

……The Persian cat stood on tiptoe, squinted her eyes, and gently jumped onto the transport boat…………

Originally, Bismarck thought she would have a wonderful shopping trip, but soon, Bismarck, who was originally in a good mood, completely regretted it...

Although the regulations on the warship allow sailors to go out on leave, they are wearing "magically modified" navy uniforms and riding on navy transport boats...

As soon as he got ashore, Bismarck, who was very sensitive to the surrounding environment, regretted his decision - this place was not like what was described on the tourist websites of later peacetime times, a peaceful and leisurely small city where one could not feel the passage of time. Instead, it was a place full of famine, terror, patrolling gendarmes, sinister spies, various puppet armies that acted recklessly with the support of the Axis powers, various resistance organizations that opposed the Axis powers but fought against and even fought each other, and the people hiding at home who cast their eyes full of rebellious anger at him in his naval uniform through the cracks in the doors and behind the windows.

Even soon after Bismarck walked out of the port, he saw military police and military police setting up checkpoints at the intersection of an alley and around it. The armed police hid behind sandbags and blocked the passage of pedestrians and vehicles. Behind the blockade, intermittent gunshots could be heard. Soon, a soldier was carried out and sent to an ambulance.

The blood dripping on the ground was telling everyone that the soldier was seriously injured...

Bismarck could see that several military vehicles were surrounding a house in the street, and a group of Axis military police and Ustasha puppet troops had surrounded the house from the front gate to the back alley and the neighbors' houses.

There were two people in the room who looked like they were members of the resistance organization. They seemed to have fired their last bullets. However, when the military police carefully divided into groups and entered the room in groups, within a few seconds, accompanied by a "boom", the scattered smoke and flying shrapnel engulfed the entire room...

It seems like someone pulled the trigger on a grenade...

The arrest operation ended with the death of the resistance organization and several Axis policemen, but in Bismarck's eyes, the problem was not over at all. The policemen, who had suffered heavy casualties, seemed to have taken out their anger on the civilians around them. They had not caught any resistance members alive, so they began to forcefully drive out several civilians around the house with their rifle butts, put them in prison vans, locked them up, and locked them up... The shrill sirens echoed in the streets, and the police cars drove out of the corners, exited from the other side of the street, and drove towards the police station...

Watching this scene, Bismarck opened her mouth, but stood at the street entrance, unable to say anything - although she knew that even the captain could not say anything, after all, this was indeed the sin of the German soldiers...

The "magically modified" German naval uniform he was wearing also made him particularly conspicuous in such a place.

"Miss, who are you?" One of the military police stopped to ask her. The clothes looked like their uniform, but not quite.

"I am a secretary on the battleship Bismarck, and this is my ID." Bismarck took out his officer ID. After all, he was a lieutenant colonel.

"Hello, sir." The soldier who saw it immediately said respectfully, "Sir, it is very unsafe here now. I suggest you leave early. Do you need me to take you back?"

"No, I'll leave right away." Bismarck shook his head. "Just do your thing."

The young officer gave her a puzzled look but left anyway.

The street returned to calm and people came out of the houses again. Bismarck stood alone among the crowd, looking out of place.

Cats are very sensitive... those cracks in the door, curtains, street corners, courtyard walls... it seems that there are eyes full of resentment and hatred everywhere, staring at her. Even right in front of her, when a street vendor saw her, he asked her with a forced smile, "What do you want to buy, sir?", but the two little heads hiding behind her were looking at her with suppressed hatred...

Another vendor not far away, a middle-aged woman in her forties, looked at her with eyes full of disgust and fear...

Bismarck lost the mood to buy anything and turned around and walked towards the dock...

I am really too naive.

Although he was not afraid of ordinary attacks, the feeling of being treated as a "superior", the feeling of being isolated, and even the feeling of being completely resisted...

When she visited the Soviet Union with Little Mustache a year ago, she felt very confused when the Chinese student in Moscow stared at her with such eyes, but now, she finally understood what kind of life-and-death hatred that was.