Bismarck

Although I'm afraid we won't meet again in the future, and I have bad intentions, I don't know if the old and wise King Kong has thought of this...

Come to think of it, I don’t know if there are other ship girls on the British and American sides, so there are probably a few…

My ears are drooping a bit...

Bismarck looked behind his body and saw that Tirpitz was already sitting on the fire control director and conducting training under the supervision of Lindemann. As for Zeppelin, although she did not conduct large-scale training in order to save precious aviation fuel, she had just conducted confrontation exchanges with Japanese pilots this morning.

Even though it was facing the main First Carrier Fighter of the Japanese Naval Aviation, although GR-186 had transferred many backbones, it still had several super ace pilots, and the speed of the aircraft had an absolute advantage!

Although the Zero fighter's evasion was impressive, and the Japanese Navy's pre-war trained pilots were also quite strong. However, with the speed advantage, energy suppression, and Zeppelin's CIC on-site command in the command post that stunned the Japanese generals and flight commanders, the Japanese sea eagles, who usually looked down on others, were given a boost of confidence by Zeppelin's long-suffering pilots. They also demonstrated the use of radar pods and the effects of electronic jammers - although these were originally included in the drawings sold to the Japanese this time.

Fortunately, for safety reasons and to prevent someone from getting the entire set of technology by simply swapping the two, all the drawings were in duplicate and packed separately in different boxes according to the requirements of the inventory. So this transaction was a success.

The Japanese sea eagles also received a "warning" deliberately given to them by Bismarck and Zeppelin:

"The performance of the British Spitfire fighter is not inferior to our Zero... and the performance of the American aircraft and their training are not much worse than the British?! And their technology, especially the performance of radar and command and dispatch capabilities, is not much worse than the advanced equipment of the German Navy?!"

Looking at the solemn expressions of the Japanese soldiers opposite, although Lütjens didn't know why his cat said that, he thought it was not a big deal to advise the allies to pay attention to the enemy, so he didn't say anything at that time.

But now...

"What are you thinking about? You seem to be worried about something these past two days."

Behind Bismarck, who was in a daze with his ears drooping, came the captain's voice.

"Um, it's the captain..." Bismarck turned around with some worry and looked at her captain. After thinking for a while, she finally said: "I was thinking, now that the United States has joined the war, their shipbuilding capabilities are so strong... and Kongo also has a ship girl, this time he was forced to death by the destroyer fleet, so I think our combat effectiveness and the strength of our allies must be stronger..."

Looking at Bismarck in front of him, he seemed to be a little worried. Lütjens also knew that this was not a groundless worry. The British had already made it very difficult for them to fight, and the Americans were even more powerful. But whether as the fleet commander or as the captain of Bismarck, he did not want Bismarck to bear this pressure!

"Is that so..." Lütjens laughed.

"It's okay, actually." He patted Bismarck's hair again, stroking the soft and smooth hair.

"It's a good thing to be thoughtful, but there are some things that are better to know. There's no need to think too much. Besides, I'm the fleet commander, so let me worry about this kind of thing."

Having said that, "But Americans are so strong..."

"The final result cannot be victory or defeat." Lütjens smiled, "For us, it's either to fight and sink, or go home. Going home is the best. If we sink, your sisters are here, and I won't leave. It doesn't matter anyway. Bismarck, are you afraid of death?"

"afraid!"

Lütjens thought Bismarck would say he was not afraid, but he said he was afraid without hesitation.

He was stunned, but then smiled. This is the mentality of a girl.

"Also, don't say unlucky words!" Bismarck said quickly.

At the same time, he slightly clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and I don’t know whether he was saying Amen or Amitabha.

After serving in the navy for a long time, there will always be some superstitions. The boundlessness of the ocean gives humans an unknown fear, even the giant beasts on the ocean - the battleships are the same.

"There's no such thing as auspicious or unlucky. You've been called an evil spirit." The captain smiled indifferently. Although the navy is generally superstitious, there's actually not much to be superstitious about when you're with your own big warships. No matter how unscientific something is, it doesn't matter what else it is.

"With your evil warship by my side, what bad luck should I be afraid of?"

Seeing that Bismarck was still unhappy, Lütjens thought about it and decided to change the subject first and then coax the cat: "By the way, didn't you say that you wanted to increase your combat effectiveness? I have a way..."

"Hmm? What can we do?...Wait?! Captain...Hmph!"

When Bismarck heard that there was a way to enhance combat effectiveness, her ears perked up again. She was also a passionate young woman. However, she soon found that she had been led by the captain.

What a low-level way of changing the subject!

But she just stepped in.

Looking at the smiling captain in front of him, the arrogant Bismarck didn't know whether to turn his head or not. Finally, he pouted, raised his paw and angrily hit the captain twice before he gave up.

"Don't change the subject!"

"Hahaha, how could that be? You're so cute, I can't bear to bully you." The captain was not angry after being hit by his own ship cat. He continued to stroke his Bismarck's fur and said seriously, "I'm serious, Bismarck. ... If you want to increase your combat effectiveness, it seems that the fastest way is to try to expand the search range and increase the accuracy of the artillery fire."

"Hmm?" Seeing the captain getting serious, Bismarck also began to listen carefully.

"...You also know the principles and formulas of artillery. And there is no sighting error in your case, so the error of the shell is mainly due to the change of initial velocity with the barrel temperature and spin, as well as the influence of unstable crosswinds and even up and down air currents in the high-altitude atmosphere. If there is a way to measure these, or at least measure the speed and trajectory changes of the shell, it should be possible to correct the accuracy... It may not work for other ships, but you can try this method!"

"Well! I think I can give it a try!" Bismarck nodded. In fact, as early as the Battle of Narvik, when she was concentrating, she found that she could directly let her perspective fly with the shells. And guided shells and counterattacks were also skills she figured out at that time. So this should be no problem.

However, the captain began to think of the second question:

"...Also, regarding your search range,...I was thinking that the function of the radar antenna is to concentrate energy into a beam scan in exchange for detection distance, and your perception seems to be omnidirectional, right?" Looking at the obedient Bismarck who was listening attentively in front of him, the captain stroked the cat and continued, "...So I was thinking, in situations where you need to pursue search distance, you can rely on the structure of the radar antenna to compress your perception, and cooperate with the rotation of the radar to increase your field of view...I don't know if this is convenient for you to do, but I think you can give it a try."

"Concentrate? Okay!" Bismarck nodded. In fact, she had been slowly trying this thing. After all, after reaching the limit of detection, if she wanted to expand it further, she could only think of other ways.

She connected her perception abilities to the main mast and tried to rely on the gain of the radar antenna to focus her attention and enhance her perception abilities.

"It seems to be possible, and... because it relies on the radar antenna, it seems that it can also sense radar waves? No wonder Grapes can detect the frequency of the British in Gibraltar! Is this the reason why she can find the frequency?"

Bismarck suddenly felt as if he had opened the door to a new world... ?

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However, before Bismarck could confirm his increased field of vision and the reception of radar waves, he received something like a radio signal on his consciousness and the radar antenna of his body...

"This starts with... SOS? Captain! It seems like there's a radio station calling! In plain text!"

"Huh? What's going on?" Hearing Bismarck's words, the captain was stunned at first, and then his eyes immediately fixed!

"Let me see... The KI03 convoy on the military route from Cape Town to Diego Garcia was intercepted by the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen 1100 kilometers northwest of Mauritius! SOS...?!" Bismarck was so happy that he almost jumped up while interpreting the message that was already in plain text: "Captain! It's the Prinz Eugen! They intercepted an Allied military convoy 1100 kilometers northwest of Mauritius! This is an Allied distress message!"

"Really?! Let me check the location!" Lütjens was also happy to hear the good news. He easily marked Eugen's location on the chart: "They are 2500 kilometers southwest of us. As long as it gets dark and the call signal quality improves, we should be able to connect with them!"

"Yes! I'll try it right away!"

Thinking that he would be able to reunite with Eugen soon, Bismarck nodded happily.

ps: This is actually the 583rd, the one before it is the 584th, they are reversed.

I want a razor blade. At least the one the system gave me can be given to me.

MI6: New Equipment (Part 2)

"Now let's see what good stuff the higher-ups pushed on us the other day? Some new machine guns? Looks like it'll be better than the Bren."

One morning later, Colonel Russ showed up at the base with black circles under his eyes (from being beaten), and was dismantling the newly delivered machine gun. The surrounding soldiers listened to his explanation while trying to suppress their smiles.

"The higher-ups haven't decided on a name yet. They say it's going to be called 'Jeremiah', which is taken from an officer's middle name. It's really strange."

"Listen up boys! Your future comrades are here. You must quickly learn how to disassemble and maintain this reliable gun. Be as gentle as you would caressing your girlfriend's body. Do you understand?" Although Colonel Russ's roar was very imposing, the big dark circles under his eyes completely offset this aura, and it even made people laugh.

"Colonel Russ, when did you get the dark circles under your eyes? I didn't see them yesterday afternoon." A lieutenant asked Russ.

"Don't ask me any more questions! I just bumped into the door frame by accident when I got up at night!"

"But......"

"Shut up!"

"Yes, sir!"

After clearing his throat with a glass of water, Colonel Ruth continued to explain shooting and maintenance methods to the soldiers.

"Its feeding method is similar to the German MG34, and a few parts are shared with Vickers. It only has one fully automatic mode, so don't worry about getting it mixed up, as it is a completely different design."

Currently, the Springsfield Royal Arsenal is fully committed to the production of this machine gun. The production line has been established, and there is no need to make major changes to the original Vickers production line. The two have moderate versatility, and the output has jumped directly from the initial 200 per week to 1000.

"As you can see, it's belt-fed, and there's a little canvas bag on the left side to hold them."

When the design bureau submitted this new machine gun to the Ministry of Defense, they thought it was nonsense. After all, the Bren machine gun had already established a solid position in the British Army, and they didn't know how many problems would arise if it was put into use right before the battle.

However, the subsequent test firing and reliability experiments made the lobster soldiers excited. It has a high firing rate of 600-1000 rounds while retaining the accuracy of the Bren machine gun, and has passed the tests in various environments perfectly.

The mg series is indeed a classic weapon highly praised by military fans, but its rate of fire is a bit too high. Although the suppression force is very strong, it also causes the shooter to have to conduct short bursts to save ammunition, and the barrel is prone to overheating.

And most importantly, the "Jeremiah" type weighs only about 10 kilograms and uses a belt-fed ammunition supply, making it easy to carry and can also be mounted on a tripod.

Compared to the Bren machine gun, this "Jeremiah" model is easier to produce. The square receiver can be made by anyone, young or old, regardless of gender. The buttstock and other parts are still made of wood. It is said that a new material for the buttstock and handguard is being trial-produced, which can effectively reduce the weight. However, before that, soldiers still have to carry this solid guy around.

The soldiers had no complaints about this. After all, the weight of the two did not change much, and the performance was improved. So why not do it?

The Army plans to mix this machine gun with the Bren to achieve a better suppression effect on the enemy. Tactics are being formulated. By then, with the continuous fire support of the Vickers medium machine gun and the two-inch mortar, the British platoon equipped with this machine gun will have a more terrifying firepower density than the German army.

Just as Ruth was explaining, a group of American soldiers passed by. They seemed to have just finished training and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Don't be idle, American guys over there. We will be allies fighting together in the future! Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure you a hundred battles. Let's learn together!" Ruth, relying on his courage, made a request to these Americans who were tortured beyond recognition.

"Sir, please let us go. We have this stuff in our camp too, and we've mastered it a long time ago." The second lieutenant requested in the most sincere tone of his life. These British guys were so damn energetic that they could still chat and laugh in such a hot day.

The U.S. military saw the great potential of the "Jeremiah" machine gun and asked the UK to buy a production line. They planned to change the bullets used by the gun to their own .30-06 bullets. The specific transaction method was basically barter. Ten percent of the machine guns produced in the United States needed to be provided to the UK within three years, and the caliber modification would be completed in the United States.

The British military also proposed a deal to purchase 4 M1 carbines and 6 Thompson submachine guns. According to the proposal, the shooting method of the former was modified and a grip was added. The shooting mode could be selected between full-automatic and semi-automatic. It was renamed M5000 carbine and the British will continue to purchase according to the situation.

The Army was also quite interested in the US Army's latest M1 Garand, and planned to design its own semi-automatic rifle based on the Americans' experience. However, due to the superior performance of its own Lee Enfield rifle, it only remained on paper.

Faced with the British guys waving big checks and making crazy purchases, the big capitalists were delighted. Who cares? As long as it's not confidential, we'll buy anything.

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From tanks and airplanes to various textiles and raw materials, boxes of goods were loaded onto cargo ships and joined the escort fleet heading for Britain. Factories processed various industrial products in three shifts every day. The unemployment rate dropped and the income increased. Americans, who had just survived the economic crisis, tasted the sweetness. The anti-war voices in the country had long been few and far between. A giant beast was slowly awakening on the American continent, vowing to impose sanctions on the fascist regime that overestimated its own strength. Well, compared to imposing sanctions on the fascist government, Americans might be more interested in making money from their allies.

So many ships leased to the British were not given away for free, and the money had to be repaid in the future. Of course, the name must have sounded nice - the United States of America supported the world's great anti-fascist war.

Compared to the Americans who were working at full capacity to make money, oh no, to support the anti-fascist war, the Soviet Union was much more miserable.

The poor Gallic rooster was knocked to the ground by the Germans in one stroke, and Dunkirk became a nightmare for the British and French forces. The entire European battlefield had basically been unified by the Germans, so the Soviet Union, which was targeted, was very pitiful - it supported almost all the German army's offensive, and the German army basically put all its elite troops into the Eastern Front, which shows how much pressure the Soviets were under.

Originally, they hoped that the British could delay the Germans' attention and tie down their forces in the African battlefield, but because the British lost Suez, they declared that there was no hope. Even the Americans had to spend a lot of resources to feed the British, and in the end the Soviet Union got very little.

The situation on the Eastern Front was not optimistic. The fighting in Stalingrad had become fierce. Every building was fought over repeatedly. The brutal street fighting caused the number of casualties to rise steadily. The blood of both sides could be said to have dyed the entire city red. Without a large amount of support, the Soviet army had fallen into a slump and its loss was almost inevitable.

If the Soviet Union had failed, I'm afraid no one would have had a good life.

The British were not having a good time at this time. Although the Allies had more or less grasped the movements of the Axis powers with the strong intelligence support of MI6 led by William, according to the intelligence passed back by the German high-level officials, there would be big movements in the blockade line in the North Pacific recently, and Raeder might not be able to hold it back. This was not good news for the Royal Navy, which had suffered heavy casualties - they could no longer bear any losses.

The only good news for them was that those terrible devil warships finally left the Mediterranean and headed for the Indian Ocean, which would allow the Royal Navy, which was about to be overwhelmed, to take a breather. Without those warship spirits, the German warships would still be a threat, but at least they would be on the same level.

Of course, they may have ignored the underwater threat under the power of Bismarck for now, and it may not be long before Dönitz, who has been lurking in Brest, France for a long time, will come up with some new tricks.

In fact, Dönitz has always made some achievements, but unlike before, the little mustache is still very satisfied with the combat effect of surface warships, so he vigorously built huge monsters, while the small submarines received much less support. In addition, the glorious and majestic achievements of surface ships represented by Bismarck and Tirpitz completely covered up the small things in the dark corners.

After all, in everyone's opinion, the contribution made by small submarines that can only attack merchant fleets is not as exciting and eye-catching as the big guys fighting with enemy battleships on the high seas with real guns and swords.

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A week after William fainted.

In the luxurious reception room of the Soviet Embassy, ​​William and his adjutant Andrei were waiting to be received by the Soviet ambassador. Waiters walking around brought refreshments to the table to entertain these two rare guests.

"This is the black tea you ordered, sir. Please don't flick the cigarette ash into the tea, otherwise it will destroy its pure taste." The waiter said with a smile.

"Thank you very much for your concern. I will pay attention to it." William "elegantly" flicked the ashtray, and the ashes fell naturally, and a lot of them fell to the ground.

God knows how troublesome it is to clean things off the carpet...

It was obvious that the leading waiter hated the fact that William, a chain smoker, smoked a cigar in such a solemn occasion at the embassy. He had suffered enough when Churchill visited last week - of course, Churchill was even more exaggerated than him. The ashes of that fat, fat guy's cigarette were so delicious that the waiter was a little scared.

But he couldn't say anything and could only watch worriedly from the side, hoping that his hands wouldn't shake and the cigar would not drop on the ground. The ambassador really liked this street stall.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and the room was very quiet except for William's puffing cigarette.

"Andre, how long will it take until Mr. Maisky meets us? I'm in a hurry. I have to go to the Ministry of Defense this afternoon. I can't sit here all day." William threw the remaining cigar into the ashtray, straightened his upper body and adjusted his suit. He was not very satisfied with this wait. He decided that if the ambassador was late, he would turn around and leave.

"Three more minutes, sir." The adjutant quickly looked at his watch and reported to William.

Compared to the clock in the ambassador's residence, William still trusts his subordinates more. Look, the ambassador's watch seems to be a few minutes slow.

"That's good. I think Maisky still knows what's important and what's not. This time we are sincere." William glanced at the briefcase next to his seat. This was the source of his confidence.

If he missed this opportunity, the Soviet ambassador would definitely feel bad.

The last assault was not very successful, and William always regretted using precious commandos to exchange for this pile of "junk" on the other side - except for the cooling blades that can be made of low-end materials, most of them are of no value. The engine technology is very valuable, but it is basically useless for Britain's already leading engine technology, so William immediately thought of giving it to the Soviet Union, which is what they need the most. The Soviets are still in urgent need of this.

Of course, the most important thing is that the British themselves do not want to hand over their advanced technology to the red Soviet government, so it is not a bad idea to use the Third Reich's things as a favor.

Now that the German army is advancing at a rapid pace, the Soviet Union's military factories are being relocated and do not have much energy to consider using better technology and materials. The top priority is to maintain a technological balance with the Axis powers and ensure mass production.

Taking political and stance factors into consideration, the most advanced engine technology in the UK is top secret. Old Qiu would not agree to give it to any country, not even William himself. The handover of technology is not a simple matter, nor can it be completed overnight. If you want to get by, you have to follow the rules.

As for the United States, their research and development progress is only slightly behind that of the British, and their technology is almost entirely provided by Britain. It is more practical to worry about the Soviet-German battlefield and the latest situation in Asia than to worry about those Yankees.

At present, the safest and most efficient way to hand this kind of thing over to the Soviets is to go to the embassy in person and hand it over face to face. Those guys always have all kinds of weird ways to send intelligence back to the country.

Three minutes later, a civil servant from the embassy pushed open the door.

"Gentlemen, Ambassador Maisky is here to see you."