Bismarck

Even if these students were not proficient in advanced skills, their survival ability had reached a certain level. Even if they were placed directly on the most brutal battlefield and forced to fight a strong enemy from the beginning, they would not be easily killed.

As for the so-called "selective elite education"? The so-called "reservation and status of masters"? In the cruel "struggle for survival", these things should have been completely kicked out long ago!

After all, the so-called knowledge, skills, experience, lessons, etc., although they seem to be high-sounding, in the end, they are all accumulated over time. Anyone who perseveres will sooner or later become an ace - not just for pilots, but in any industry!

Moreover, the more people accumulate, the stronger the whole will be! Even if the people trained in this way are not so good at the beginning, with continuous training, experience and huge accumulation of numbers, they are definitely better than a few "super elites" with a large number of weaklings who can be easily defeated by a blow!

On the makeshift podium made of several wooden boxes at the airport, the commander of the GR-186th Wing, the dashing Edelweiss dressed in white, was giving a speech to the new recruits who had just reported to the army in a calm voice:

"...Welcome everyone to our illustrious army! In the two years since its formation, we have fought in three oceans, sunk three enemy aircraft carriers, the Furious, the Formidable, and the Ark Royal, destroyed 157 enemy ships of various types, shot down more than 2,700 enemy aircraft, and successfully suppressed the Cape of Good Hope Garrison and the Bermuda Fortress!..."

"...In the war, we made sacrifices and experienced failures... But! We were not defeated. On the contrary, our reputation terrified our enemies!... The Führer and the Imperial Marshal awarded our aircraft carrier the Diamond Knight Medal. This is our common pride and honor... Now, you have joined this glorious unit, so from now on, you also need to work together to maintain and defend the honor of this heroic unit in the future!"

The new recruits were extremely excited by Zeppelin's cadenced speech. Although the veterans standing behind Zeppelin still stood straight, they had already begun to exchange glances and smile at each other for the common "secret" and common language within the GR-186 wing.

After all, the veterans of GR-186 knew that their wing commander and instructor was actually a non-human and they were happy to hear about it. Although the news about the ship girl had to be kept secret from the outside, internal jokes and even teasing of their own wing commander was actually a rare benefit in the bloody and boring war years.

Anyone who dares to tease the squadron commander will be airsick for at least a day or two after training the next day.

During the boring days in the port, in addition to daily training, these pilots sometimes looked forward to Instructor Zeppelin's good friend, Secretary Bismarck, coming to the ship to play. Of course, the purpose was to see the beautiful women.

Because Bismarck's skirt was very short, it was blown by the strong wind. Although she reacted quickly, the old soldiers would always see some beautiful scenery. Besides, seeing the secretary's shy expression, everyone was in a good mood. Over time, those people tacitly regarded it as a benefit.

However, not long after they returned to the port after the Long March, they discovered that the instructor’s best friend, Secretary Bismarck, had actually “invented” something she called safety pants… These guys who had evil intentions but no courage could only wail in their hearts.

Moreover, when Bismarck came to look for her bestie now, he even circled in front of them unscrupulously, as if he was deliberately announcing something, which made the morale of the flight team drop.

Safety pants are really a bad thing that hinders the development of human civilization!

Just as the veteran pilots were exchanging glances, Zeppelin's speech ended.

"Next session, new pilots, introduce yourselves!"

Amid the pilots' applause and encouraging looks, the first pilot standing at the head of the new pilots' line, a young man with a baby face and an optimistic and cheerful expression, stepped forward in a few steps and stepped briskly onto the podium made of wooden boxes:

"Hello everyone, I'm from Changsha, Hunan, so I'm an expert in everything I do... My name is Hartmann, Erich Hartmann!"

(Well, Hartmann was born in Württemberg and settled in the Weil area when he was young. “Changsha Lishou” is actually just an old joke, so it’s just a joke, please don’t take it seriously…)

Chapter 748: Supplementary Troops on the Eastern Front

After welcoming the newcomers, Zeppelin immediately began to arrange training courses. In her opinion, rest was unnecessary. Only when the new pilots could quickly integrate into the group and quickly form combat effectiveness, could she feel relieved. No one knew when the British bombers would come again, and once the sound of the bomber engines appeared, all of them had to take off and fight immediately. If the newcomers did not integrate into the group and did not cooperate, the consequences would be very serious.

However, after the welcoming party, the pilots gathered together and chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious, and Zeppelin was relieved. Although he was not a human, Zeppelin had been among pilots for so long that he understood their pride. He was afraid that the aces under him would look down on the new pilots, but it looked pretty good at the moment.

Suddenly, a claw touched his shoulder and pinched it. Zeppelin knew who it was without even turning his head.

Tilting my head slightly, I could smell a faint fragrance and see the fingers on her shoulder, white, tender and slender.

The only one in this base who dares to treat me like this is Bismarck. Even Tirpitz doesn't dare to do that, although she also calls herself an elder sister. As for Eugen, she would never do that. She would be completely obedient when she sees me.

"Why did you come here instead of just supervising the work in the dock?" Zeppelin took her hand off his shoulder, turned around and asked.

"It's not like I can change the project just because I'm there. It doesn't matter whether I'm there or not." Bismarck pinched Zeppelin's icy face and said unhappily, "Why are you so serious? Isn't it better to come and play with you?"

It's soft and smooth. Bismarck is very satisfied with the feel, which is very bouncy.

This made the pilots who had been secretly watching the two of them on the side extremely envious. Only Secretary Bismarck could pinch Instructor Zeppelin's face. It was estimated that no one present had the courage to do so.

"I don't have time to play. I'll be assigned training tasks soon. Unlike you..." Zeppelin paused and glanced at her, "You're bored all day long."

Bismarck thought to himself, who knows who was busy all day in the past few days, trying to promote cooperation between the Air Force and the Navy, and now he is being called idle after working so hard...

I couldn't help but sob.

However, Zeppelin did not fall for her trick. She was indeed busy and she did not lie to Bismarck. He waved the documents in his hand in front of her, indicating that he still had a lot of things to do.

"Why don't you be nicer to the injured? Really." Seeing that whimpering had no effect, Bismarck put away his pitiful expression and said hatefully.

"We are all injured, what's the difference?" Zeppelin said with a smile.

"Your injury is minor, but Tizi and I both need surgery."

The repairs to Zeppelin and Eugen can only be considered minor injuries compared to the replacement of Bismarck and Tizi's guns.

Only then did Zeppelin realize that Bismarck needed to change its guns. The 380 and 406 were not in the same league at all. The original design of Bismarck probably did not consider changing its guns. Now that it was replaced with the 406, a lot of things would have to be changed. Zeppelin certainly knew the impact of these things on the structure.

Thinking of this, she quietly pulled Bismarck into a corner.

"Does changing the gun have any effect on your structure?"

"Hehe, it seems that the younger sister still cares about the older sister." Looking at Zeppelin's caring expression, Bismarck was in a good mood after finally seeing a different view from the icy face.

"Just forget it." Qi Peilin snorted coldly. He finally showed some concern for her, but she was still so talkative. It seemed that nothing was wrong.

She turned around and made to leave.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry?" Bismarck quickly pulled her back, "I just want to play with you."

"You don't want to say it."

"Okay, okay, it's not bad." Bismarck always reported good news but not bad news. Although she was a little worried about the modification, she would definitely not let her sisters worry. She quickly replied with a smile, and she turned her head to whisper in Zeppelin's ear - the height is not enough, and this posture of looking up is really embarrassing.

"The structure will definitely be affected, and the load-bearing structure may need to be reinforced, but I feel the self-repair ability should be sufficient, so there is no need to worry," she said.

Zeppelin looked at her suspiciously, as if to confirm the authenticity, but Bismarck's bright smile and the look of "let me check it" put Zeppelin at ease.

"I'm glad you're okay." She held the file bag and patted Bismarck's shoulder. "I'm leaving first."

"Hey, I came here to play with you." Bismarck shouted helplessly towards her back. She thought Zeppelin would accompany her, but she didn't expect that he would still leave.

"Want to play? Sure, I'll take you to heaven to play." Zeppelin said without turning his head, "Or you can play with those guys under me."

Go to the sky? No, she didn't want to follow Zeppelin to the sky and do those somersaults, which would make her dizzy.

Playing with the boys? Bismarck shuddered. Even if he wasn't going to be beaten to death, he decided to just go back to Berlin.

Although there are a lot of things to do in Berlin, at least I have a cute Eugen to play with, and a sister who loves to eat to go shopping with me, so life is very comfortable.

After being accustomed to the days of licking blood from the muzzle of a gun, Bismarck suddenly returned to the rear to live a relatively peaceful life. As a girl, she thought about going shopping again.

Although Berlin is now in ruins, not as prosperous as when she first came here, at least she has a cute Eugen to play with, and a sister who likes to eat to go shopping with her, so her life is very comfortable.

The route between Berlin and Kiel was very smooth. Although transport planes were quite unreliable during World War II and the chance of a crash was much greater than that of modern passenger planes, as a piece of steel, Bismarck was not worried about a crash at all. At worst, she could just go down and make a hole in the ground. As long as the captain was not around, she found it interesting to fly. Bismarck enjoyed the feeling of flying - except for sitting in the back of a Zeppelin.

The only annoying thing is that the sound insulation on today’s airplanes is so poor, it’s annoying and uncomfortable.

After several hours of flying, the plane landed smoothly at the airport on the outskirts of Berlin.

Bismarck rubbed her sore butt and jumped off the gangway. Before she could feel happy, she was in trouble when she saw the empty airport. She had always come with the captain in the past, so someone would definitely come to pick her up after landing. This time she was going back to Berlin alone. How could she get to where they lived?

How about transferring it directly to the captain's office? I put one of the locators in the office.

Just as he was thinking of finding a deserted corner to do this, suddenly an army officer came over.

Bismarck had always thought that she was only famous in the navy. But when she came back this time, she realized that many soldiers recognized her face and that she was quite popular. At least half of the soldiers on the plane recognized her and rushed to give up their seats very "gentlemanly".

This officer seemed to be the one sitting diagonally opposite him and was the leader of this group of officers.

He couldn't be here to invite her to ride in the car, Bismarck looked at the car behind him. There were already quite a few people sitting in it, and they all seemed to be officers.

In addition to her, there were many other officers on the plane. There were already cars waiting for them. They had probably boarded the car, and when they saw that no one came to pick them up, they kindly came over to ask.

Sure enough, the Wehrmacht officer with the rank of colonel walked up to him politely.

"Miss Bismarck, are you going to Berlin too?" the officer asked with a smile.

“Yes, I’m going to Berlin too.”

"I see you haven't boarded the bus yet, miss. Have you not arranged for someone to pick you up?" He continued, "We still have a vacant seat on the bus. If you don't mind, you can come on board."

Bismarck smiled awkwardly. She indeed did not have anyone to coordinate with her to pick her up, but in the end she did not need anyone to pick her up at all.

However, the officer thought her expression was an acknowledgement that no one would pick her up, so he tried hard to invite her to get in the car.

Bismarck actually wanted to move directly to the office, so he declined.

"My destination may not be the same as yours, why don't you go first?"

"Of course Miss Bismarck has priority!" A young captain in the car shouted with a laugh, which immediately caused a commotion.

"Miss Bismarck, come with us! We'll take you home!"

"bring it on!"

"See, our boys all said so," said the colonel, smiling.

Such an enthusiastic attitude made Bismarck unable to refuse. A group of officers stuck their heads out of the car and waved to her, so she had to get on the car amid everyone's cheers.

Some girls might be embarrassed by such a passionate welcome, or even feel scared, fearing that these soldiers would do something to them. Bismarck was different from them. She had enough self-protection ability, and she felt that these Wehrmacht officers were quite polite when they got along on the plane. She didn't show any restraint or fear when she got on the car. She told the driver her address, then sat in the back and chatted with them generously.

Although this car is a Mercedes, it is really shaking to sit in... This is why Bismarck didn't want to get in the car.

The bus drove out of the airport and headed towards Berlin.

Many officers were probably visiting Berlin, the capital of Germany, for the first time. They were very excited and chattered all the way. Sometimes Bismarck even felt that maybe the car was not carrying officers of the Wehrmacht, but a group of girls.

She could see the anticipation in the eyes of those young men.

"Miss Bismarck must come to Berlin often. Isn't our capital very beautiful?" a young man asked shyly.

"Um... I've been living in Berlin recently..." said Bismarck.

"Hahaha, Herbert, of course I'm going to say that. Haven't you seen those beautiful girls in the newspapers? Be careful not to get dazzled by them when the time comes." His companion next to him smiled and patted his shoulder.

In their imagination, the capital should be a very prosperous place, with pedestrians and commercial streets everywhere, beautiful girls strolling freely on the streets, and everyone showing a satisfied smile, enjoying the glory of the Third Reich.

But reality will probably give them a heavy blow soon.

"Berlin has recently suffered an air raid by the British. I'm afraid it doesn't look very good now..." Bismarck chose his words carefully.

The officers all knew about the air raid, and the newspapers also reported it, but they felt that even if the British could come to attack, they would definitely be defeated by their brave air force. Even if a few small planes escaped by chance, how much damage would they suffer? No one took Bismarck's words to heart, and they were still excitedly talking about Berlin.

Bismarck learned from their conversation that these officers were specially selected to report to Berlin and receive commendations because they had performed their tasks well. After being commended, their troops might leave their original base and head to the Eastern Front.

Hearing that they might go to the Eastern Front, Bismarck was speechless. Even if she had never been to the Eastern Front, she knew what a horrible place it was. Even though she had suffered so badly at sea, she felt that the mental pressure she had endured was definitely not as great as that of the soldiers on the Eastern Front in the future... It was like a meat grinder. It might be a little better now, but in the future...

Bismarck couldn't bear to think about it any further. Most of these people might not be able to return home alive. If they really went to the Eastern Front...

"Are you really going?" Bismarck couldn't help asking.

"Where?" the colonel asked curiously.

"The Eastern Front."

"Well." When the colonel said this, the smile on his face twitched and paused slightly. Bismarck keenly felt his stiffness. Perhaps the colonel was not completely unaware.

The war has reached this point, and both sides are desperately trying to gather people. It is impossible that there would be no news at all, especially among senior military officers.

"They don't seem worried..." Bismarck lowered his voice.

"This is the Army's decision. We have no way to change it." The colonel said with a smile, meaning that it would be useless even if the people below were worried.

"It seems that you already know the situation on the Eastern Front?"

"There must be a way to find out, especially since we are just a reserve force." The colonel shrugged helplessly.

Yes, even the second and third line reserve troops have begun to be sent forward, so everyone knows what the battle situation is like on the front line.

"I've worked so hard to get them back to full morale," the colonel said. "We can't just let them come to headquarters with a sad face to receive orders."

"You are right."

Bismarck had no choice but to remain silent. She sighed and nodded slightly.

As they were about to reach the city center of Berlin, the laughter in the carriage gradually disappeared. The young officers looked outside in silence. The number of destroyed cars and anti-aircraft guns along the road gradually increased. The charred steel was terribly twisted. In some cars, there were even corpses that had not been cleaned up in time. They were hurriedly pushed aside to prevent them from blocking the road.

"Are these the ones destroyed in the air raid?" the colonel asked in disbelief.

He hadn't been to Berlin for more than a year. The last time he came, Berlin was still beautiful and prosperous. He didn't expect that only a year had passed...

"We just suffered an unprecedented air raid a few days ago, and we suffered heavy casualties," Bismarck said.

As the car drove further inside, they saw more and more broken walls, collapsed houses, and shattered bodies. Everything was completely different from the Berlin they had imagined.

Anger burned in the silent eyes of the officers, their fists were clenched tightly, and one of them punched the carriage. The driver, perhaps having seen this scene many times, continued driving without caring at all.

"These British people!" The colonel gnashed his teeth angrily, "This doesn't even look like a capital city!"

"We should kill the British, not something else!" someone said.

"Shut up, this is an order from the Army Headquarters!" The colonel immediately stopped him and smiled apologetically at Bismarck.

She also holds the rank of colonel and is in front of the Führer. She heard the complaints of her subordinates...

"The good news is that the British bombers suffered heavy losses when they attacked Kiel. There shouldn't be many planes that dare to come to Berlin these days. There should be some shops open in Berlin. If you have time, you can go shopping..."