Bismarck

Everyone still had an impression of Bismarck, but probably only the top Air Force officials knew about the existence of Zeppelin. For a time, many people began to inquire about the origins of this beautiful girl.

"It's just that the front is tight and the rear is tight! If we go on like this, I'm afraid we'll be doomed - Zeppelin, don't you think so?" Bismarck said with a slightly sarcastic tone.

How could she not be angry? Although this dinner was to celebrate Lütjens, she was naturally indignant when she thought about how hard they worked at the front while there was such a peace and prosperity in the rear, and there was also a group of socialites with strange thoughts.

"Hey! Keep your voice down, this is the Chancellery! If someone hears us..." Hearing Bismarck's words, Zeppelin and Lütjens on the sofa were a little confused and almost covered her mouth.

If someone heard this and reported it to the head of state, he would dismantle the ship and it would be too late for us to cry.

"I, I'm not afraid." Bismarck was frightened by the two men's gaze, but he still hummed stubbornly, "They just did a bad job."

but……

"'Tight at the front and tight at the back'? That's a good saying!"

The door of the lounge opened and the man with a mustache walked in.

The Führer actually heard it! What should I do?

Bismarck was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he and Zeppelin stood up from the sofa in panic.

Zeppelin's calm face also showed an anxious look. He glanced at Bismarck with resentment and asked in his heart, "Didn't you sense that someone was coming?"

Bismarck wanted to slap himself hard in the face. Damn, why wasn't his radar sensing system turned on?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to sense that the man with a mustache had walked to the door.

Even Lütjens was so frightened that he quickly jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the front of the two ship girls, and began to explain anxiously with sweat on his forehead: "Führer, they are just..."

Lütjens knew that he was leading such a special fleet, which was itself a source of suspicion. His relationship with Raeder was strained, and everyone must have the same idea that those who were not of the same race must have different hearts. He could only get to this point now because of the Führer's trust in him. If he lost this trust...

He broke out in a cold sweat.

The three of them were trembling with fear. The other two were not human beings at all. They were afraid that if the mustache guy got angry, he would really tear down the boat.

Unexpectedly, Hitler didn't look angry at all. Instead, he looked at Bismarck with appreciation, which made Bismarck a little confused.

"Hahaha, don't be so restrained, they are telling the truth." The man with the mustache seemed a little happy, waved his hand and said with a smile: "I am not used to that kind of occasion. This time, I held a banquet just to 'united front' these capitalists! By the way, Lütjens, you fought very well in this breakout battle! Very well!"

"This is what I should do, for Germany!" Seeing the Führer so close in front of him, Lütjens, who had been completely sobered up from the fright, did not dare to be negligent and quickly responded.

"You were attacked by their anti-ship missiles this time, which also reminded us that they are also developing new weapons, and the Soviets are also developing them. Our German national strength, area and resources are far from enough, so our army and industry must have more advanced weapons and more efficient production efficiency!" Hitler began to smile and talked about business: "I know you have a spirit of scientific research and innovation, VT fuses, high-speed ship propellers, magnetrons, improved BF-109 fighters, electronic jamming, and especially the ability to directly copy anti-ship missiles..."

After hearing what the Führer said, Lütjens was still fine, but the two ship girls behind him were already starting to feel a little embarrassed.

Even though it’s something I made myself, but…

"But it's not enough!"

The mustache guy didn't pay attention to the two ship girls, but continued to speak. And even his expression was a bit gnashing of teeth:

"Research positions are not so simple. So-called scholars are also people with desires and ambitions, and they all have backers. From what I know, in the Kaiser Wilhelm Society (Germany's highest scientific research institution), a lot of people are either from "schools" or big companies! Among these people, there are Jews, some who want to climb the Internet by stepping on others, some have backgrounds in big chaebols and big companies, and some do not support our National Socialist Party. These people may not support us, but many of them have been doing things that are not good for us behind the scenes!"

As he spoke, Hitler became a little angry: "I support their research. I don't care about their ethnic origins or political positions, as long as they can contribute to our great German Empire. But I also know that some of these people are lazy, some are making rubbish to cheat me of funding, some are playing the role of academic tycoons, and some are fighting among factions. There are even some individuals who are traitors. The Gestapo told me that there are at least ten scientists who are trying to make trouble for me!"

"The 50-ton main battle tank plan has not been completed yet. The spring of the tank wheel has to be made into a 'butterfly-shaped gear sealed cabin' - what the hell is this... Also, when Berlin was bombed, the contractor of the anti-aircraft weapons told me that they couldn't carry out intensive interception and could only deal with one plane at a time! But what is the scale of the British? A thousand planes a night!"

Speaking of this group of people, Hitler became more and more angry, and even his arms began to tremble: "I know what they are thinking! They are thinking about fame and fortune! Thinking about status! Thinking that their backers are the Junkers, they think that I can't touch them just because they have some ability. Not only do they keep working, but they also deliberately hinder me openly and secretly!"

"They are better than others, so for the future of the German nation, they should assume more obligations! But what? But what did they do?! The country gave them orders, invested in scientific research and production, and they also made money! But what about them? They don't serve the society well, and the things they designed for me are still unfinished! Moreover, they are not even willing to pay more progressive income tax as required by the law! Now they have the guts to ask me, as the head of Germany, why don't I learn from Britain and the United States and increase taxes on the lower classes?! What are you talking about! Since I am the head of Germany, how can I plunder my own people like those Jews in Britain and the United States?!" He looked at the three people in front of him angrily, as if asking him if he was doing the right thing.

Seeing Hitler like this, Bismarck, Tirpitz, and even Lütjens were all trembling in their hearts.

They thought worriedly that it seemed that the internal struggle in the country had reached a very serious level.

Bismarck and Zeppelin remained silent, while Lütjens nodded seriously. He was qualified to judge these matters with the Führer, as Bismarck's rank was too low.

But fortunately, perhaps the main troublemaker was not in front of him? Hitler only cursed a few times and then controlled his emotions.

Shaking his head and waving his hand, he continued to speak in his signature rhythmic tone, with his mustache twitching a little before, "I don't care if they are Jewish or not, or what their stance is. I only have one requirement, which is that they can serve Germany wholeheartedly. The situation in our country is not optimistic now. We must come up with new weapons that are more advanced than those of Britain and the United States, and more suitable for production, in order to compete with them!"

"Lütjens, Bismarck, Zeppelin, I know you understand technology, so you are the most suitable candidate for the position of Director of Military Research and Development in terms of professional ability. So, work hard for the victory of the German nation and don't let me down!"

The mustache's gray eyes seemed to be filled with the determination and will to revive Germany as he looked at Lütjens. Even Bismarck and Zeppelin, who were standing behind Lütjens, were infected by the willpower in the mustache's eyes and could not help but stand at attention and answer seriously:

"Führer! We will complete the mission well!"

Hitler nodded with a serious face, without saying anything else, he just opened the door of the lounge, put his slightly trembling hands behind his hunched body, and then walked out, disappearing in the corridor outside the door, which still had a somewhat decadent atmosphere!

Even in Bismarck's eyes, the mustache man's back looked a bit bleak...

PS: The transmission system of the E-50 tank in history. Even the simplest spring has to be made into a complicated thing with a sealing groove + gear structure...

PS3: The Germans did not pay taxes to ordinary people of the "German nation" and even increased their income at one point. In fact, until September 43, wages and prices in Germany were basically stable (of course, except for the Jews, the wealth and civilians in the occupied territories did not "belong to the German nation").

PS: Hitler claimed on the eve of his suicide that he had not raised taxes on German civilians, but only on the Junkers and high-income earners. Then he used a large number of government orders to appease the chaebols. Of course, such a policy has its shortcomings. Where did so many large arms orders come from? Naturally, he had to go to war...

PS: Harris's bombing strategy of massacring civilians was historically instructed by the British Air Force Chief of Staff, the British General Staff, and Churchill himself. In March 45, Britain dispatched 3 planes to bomb Dresden, a famous German city with a 796-year history and an economy that was mainly based on porcelain and cigarettes and basically not involved in the military. After causing the death of 750 people, Churchill was not ashamed at all. In his later 13.5-volume masterpiece "Churchill's Memoirs of the Second World War", he did not mention the bombing of Dresden once - by the way, this book eventually won him the Nobel Prize in Literature.)

Chapter 740: Berlin Purgatory

While the lights and wine were on in full swing in Berlin, the German Air Force radar stations and night combat dispatch headquarters in the German-occupied Netherlands and Belgium were already bustling with activity.

At the Alkmaar radar station (north of Amsterdam, the capital of the Netherlands), even though the radar soldier was well-informed, he could not help but stutter in fear when he saw the densely packed targets on the radar screen that looked like a swarm of locusts.

Oh my God, are all these planes? What should I do?

As the radar soldier looked at the screen full of targets, an absurd thought even came to his mind. How great it would be if there was no radar. If he didn't see so many planes, he wouldn't have such a feeling of despair.

Yet, with so much on the screen, he couldn't fool himself.

The radar soldier refocused his attention and spoke very accurately to his superior.

His superior reported the news to Berlin, and it soon reached the ears of a certain marshal.

"Yes! Yes! At least three hundred! Oh my god, there are too many. Their heading is 135 degrees southwest. Their destination is... the Ruhr Industrial Zone?!"

"What? The Ruhr Industrial Zone again?! Although the weather in the Ruhr is cloudy now, the Ruhr Industrial Zone is our largest industrial zone and we must not lose it... Someone, come here! Pass my order! Order (German Western Front Night Air Defense Commander) Kamhuber, except for the guard planes, to pull up all our two night fighter squadrons - damn, I don't want to be called Meyer by the Führer and his men again!"

Halfway through the drinking party, he was pulled back to the Air Force Headquarters due to urgent military information. Reich Marshal Hermann Meyer, who had recently been renamed because of the bombings of the Ruhr and Berlin, was obviously very angry. He looked like an inflated ball. Not only could he jump high with a single hit, but he also seemed to be even rounder than usual. And for some reason, even in the middle of summer, Hermann Meyer suddenly wanted to go skiing and skating after getting angry...

"It must be because there have been too many things going on recently and I'm too irritated..." Shaking his head, the Imperial Marshal, who inexplicably always felt that he could win a gold medal in the Olympics, smacked his lips. He didn't know why, but he always had a bad premonition.

At this time, Germany had only two night fighter squadrons, all of which had been placed on the Low Countries side. But as the commander of the German Air Force, Goering knew very well what the command system "canopy bed" that Kammhuber's night fighter unit relied on the most looked like!

The so-called "canopy bed" command system was the idea of ​​General Kammhuber. He divided the width of the night fighter's air defense front into several sections with a width of 20 kilometers and a depth of 32 kilometers. In each section, a "Freya" search radar was used as the eyes and ears of the command system to guide the searchlight and "Würzburg" tracking radar to lock the enemy planes in the sky, and then mobilize anti-aircraft guns and night fighter units to attack.

This tactic was originally very effective against small-scale night raid bombers. However, starting last month, the British bombers suddenly changed their tactics, concentrating large numbers of heavy bombers at one point, and relying on their absolute advantage in numbers, they were able to easily break through the entire line of defense.

Due to the bandwidth of the "Würzburg" tracking radar and the limitations on deploying troops in the airspace without visual conditions at night, the Germans could only deploy a very limited number of night fighters for interception in each air defense sector. In 1942, when everything had to be mapped manually, the night air combat guides had to track and coordinate very carefully. They could not allow a collision to occur in the extremely crowded and almost blind sky filled with large numbers of heavy bombers, nor could they allow their own people to be shot down by anti-aircraft guns.

I was ridiculed as Hermann Meyer because of the limitations of this combat command system...

But, up to now, there is no better way than this...

Through the small window with a light shield in the Air Force Command Room, Goering looked up at the dark sky with a worried look. Although he couldn't see the nighttime air battles with continuous artillery fire from here, the former ace wing commander who had experienced many battles in the skies of World War I couldn't help but know that the situation he was facing was gradually turning for the worse...

Just as the German night fighter units on the "Kammhuber" line were looking at the huge group of bombers that were as big as a bucket, and on the other hand, in order to defend the civilians of their country, they had to rush forward under the fire, the dinner in Berlin finally came to an end.

With Hitler's announcement, the cocktail party finally ended, and a group of drunken executives and dignitaries finally began to disperse.

After waiting for a long time for the cocktail party to be over, the two ship girls, who were fed up with the social activities and had to put on a smiling face despite the smell of alcohol, helped Lütjens, who was drunk to the point of being unsteady on his feet, out of the gate of the Chancellery, only to find that the clock had already pointed to midnight.

The courtyard of the Prime Minister's Office, which was previously bustling with people and toasts, is now empty.

"This...how are we going to get back?" Bismarck complained.

Looking at the empty parking lot, and then at the captain who was drunk and even staggering when he walked, Bismarck and Zeppelin could not help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Of the senior executives who came to the cocktail party this time, only the captain and his friends didn't drive. Ever since his home was bombed last time, the captain's car has been turned into a pile of scrap metal. In addition, he was busy with military affairs and had no time to buy a car or a house.

Moreover, they came directly to Berlin from the front line, and the car was allocated by the Führer, but now there are no cars available.

Not to mention that everyone else had left, even if they were still here, it would be a bit troublesome for the three of us to share a car with others. Although the Prime Minister's Office also had official cars, the Prime Minister's Office guards had various tasks to complete, and the use of these official cars also had to have attendance records and reasons for use - obviously, these official cars could not take me back.

As for taking a taxi... well, although Hitler's Chancellery was in the city center, in the current war period, the use of fuel for civilian cars had long been strictly controlled - now horse-drawn carriages and even ox-drawn carts have begun to appear in some small places in Germany. Even though Berlin is the capital, there are no taxis!

The captain is so drunk and has no car, how can he get back home...

The two usually fearless ship girls actually had a headache.

"I don't know either." Looking at Bismarck's eyes asking for help, Zeppelin simply shook his head.

"Let's...go...back...I...can still...walk..."

Listening to the captain who was being supported talking nonsense, Bismarck felt a little crazy: Captain, you are drunk and talking nonsense, and you still want to go back?

Go away!

It's troublesome for men to drink. After they are drunk and pass out, they will either cause trouble to their family members or pass out on the streets - the captain hasn't died on the streets yet, but it's obvious that he is dizzy and disoriented.

Although he knew that his captain didn't drink on normal days and that he only drank for socializing this time out of necessity, he still felt a little resentful about him drinking so much - of course, the ones who complained the most were those voluptuous sluts who saw him standing on the sidelines and yet rushed over to force the captain to drink, each with their own ulterior motives.

If you hadn't been so careless in giving your captain alcohol, and what you had poured was a strong liquor like brandy with a very strong aftereffect, why would your captain be like this now...

And it caused me so much trouble.

Oh, it would be great to have a car for myself.

"How about, Bismarck, let's carry the commander back?" Zeppelin said finally.

"Carry it back..."

Bismarck, confused, looked at the captain and then at Zeppelin.

Wouldn't it be a bit unladylike to do this...

On the dark street, a petite girl with a look of despair was carrying a big man on her back, and behind her was a tall girl with platinum hair. This special combination made the patrolling soldiers look at them sideways, but when they went over to question them, they quietly retreated when they saw two colonels and a general.

Bismarck did not ask them to help, because he was not tired at all, he just thought it smelled bad...

Oh, the smell of alcohol is unpleasant.

"No, no, put me down! Ugh..."

Just when he was halfway there, Bismarck heard the captain's painful cry on his back.

Upon hearing this, Bismarck did not think about anything else and subconsciously quickly left Lütjens behind. The dignified admiral was thrown to the ground by his secretary in such disgust, and then he vomited while holding onto a street lamp.

Although he was his captain, the clean Bismarck felt that vomiting on him would be more painful than killing her...

But she soon realized her behavior and blushed in embarrassment.

On the other side, Zeppelin looked at the bewildered Bismarck speechlessly... His reproachful eyes seemed to be saying - you are such a cruel woman, you even treat your own captain like this.

"Um...this..." Bismarck wanted to explain awkwardly.

However, Zeppelin had a helpless look on his face as he supported Lütjens, who was half-kneeling on the ground and vomiting all over the place.

Zeppelin had already squatted down to take care of Lütjens. Bismarck felt that it would be unreasonable for him, the genuine one, not to go forward, so he also stepped forward.

Brandy, a strong liquor with a concentration of over 40%, has a very strong aftereffect. He didn't feel anything when he drank it before, but now he just felt his head getting more and more dizzy and his throat getting more and more irritated.

"Water, I want to drink water..."

Bismarck and Zeppelin looked at each other again.

It is 1942, not 201X. Not to mention that there are no such things as "supermarkets" and "mineral water", but there is also a midnight snack ban during the war. The dark streets with blackout lights are now empty except for the occasional patrol police car and gendarmerie vehicle.

The captain was still vomiting, and the foul smell of his drunken vomit was extremely disgusting.

Bismarck stroked the captain's back while looking around. When he saw the brick house next to him, which looked like an office building that had been closed for a long time, Bismarck, who firmly believed that a living person could not be suffocated to death by urine, rolled his eyes and came up with a bad idea.

"Ziberlin, help me keep an eye on the wind. Wait for me to pry open the door, and then help the captain in!"

"what?!"

More than ten minutes later, in the bathroom of the office building, after lying on the sink and vomiting for a long time, he had almost vomited out all the contents of his stomach. After his secretary gave him several gulps of tap water, Lütjens finally felt better - although he was still a little dizzy.

After cleaning up the captain, Bismarck finally stopped disliking him.

After Bismarck and Zeppelin finally helped him out of the bathroom and sat him down at the stairs, Lütjens, who had slowly come to his senses, looked at the place where he was in a strange way. It didn't look like he was at home, nor did it look like he was on the street...

"Where is this?" He asked with difficulty, covering his head.

Looking at the ship cat in front of him smiling very embarrassedly, and the Zeppelin who was holding his forehead with a helpless look on his face, Lütjens roughly guessed what was going on.

With Lütjens's understanding of his own ship cat, how could he not know what was going on - well, he was an admiral of the navy, and next to him was a colonel commander of the carrier-based aircraft wing. He was fooled by his own ship cat. On the one hand, he was awarded the Golden Knight Medal by the Führer himself, and on the other hand, he became a sneak who broke into the door and picked the lock - or to be more precise, the small lock on the door had been directly snatched away by a "delicate hand" that could even lift a heavy tank with all its strength.

Even if he didn't know what the Elementary School Student Edogawa Conan was, at least he had heard that there was a detective named Sherlock Holmes at 221 Baker Street. This ship cat used such a simple and crude method, and it took so long to toss it inside and out. Did they really think the police were just decorations...