Bismarck

Just then they arrived at the place Bismarck mentioned. She said nothing more, waved to them, and got out of the car.

Chapter 749: The House Girl Who Grabbed the Cake

After seeing off the young officers, Bismarck walked towards the Admiralty building in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

When she reached the door, the sentry stopped her.

"Sir, please show me your ID."

"Hold on."

Bismarck took out her officer's certificate from her pocket and showed it to the sentry. Everyone in the Navy Department knew her, and the inspection was routine. Many people were actually dissatisfied with Raeder's bureaucratic style, but he was now a marshal, so everyone kept it to themselves. A considerable number of people sympathized with Lütjens, so those who had a bad relationship with the marshal did not feel so uncomfortable staying in the Navy Department.

Lütjens is now in a situation of competing with Raeder. After all, he has a fleet, real power, and the Führer's favor. Imagine that when everyone thought that his future was bleak after his falling out with Raeder, he did not expect that his future was getting brighter and brighter a year later. For the people below, this is a signal to take sides.

"Is Admiral Lütjens in the Navy Department?" Bismarck took back his officer's certificate and asked the sentry.

There are a lot of people in the city, unlike the empty sea, and things between people are very troublesome. Ever since Bismarck saw a general and a typist doing something unspeakable in a locked office one day, she has turned off her perception at ordinary times.

The young sentry showed Bismarck a brilliant smile. He had a good impression of General Lütjens, although the source of this good impression was largely due to the beautiful girls under his command...

"Report to the commander, the general has just been out for a short time."

The captain is out?

"With Lindemann?"

"Yes, there were three of them going out together."

"Okay, thank you." Bismarck was not too surprised. After all, they had been very busy recently and it was common for the captain to be away from the Admiralty. So he saluted him with a smile and walked inside.

Along the way, many naval officers smiled and nodded at her, which made Bismarck feel much better. This meant that the annoying Raeder was definitely not in the Navy Department.

Since Lütjens moved to the Admiralty, Raeder basically stopped showing up, perhaps because he thought out of sight, out of mind, and only came to preside over meetings when there were some major events. This also directly led to a lot of relief for the Admiralty now.

Before entering the door, Bismarck heard the sound of two girls fighting inside.

"Give it back to me! This is what Top gave me!" This was Eugen's voice.

"No! Top said I have a share too!" Tirpitz said righteously.

"What are you doing?"

Bismarck immediately opened the office door, and the two girls who were fighting stopped.

Prince Eugen was riding on Tirpitz, waving his little hands to try to snatch a brown paper bag from his sister.

"Sister, you're back!" Tirpitz shouted happily, quickly pushed Eugen away, and jumped off the sofa.

This Beizhai seemed to have wiped his mouth? He hopped barefoot to Bismarck.

Eugen grunted and got up from the ground, adjusted her skirt, and immediately followed.

"Hello, sister." She said, but her eyes were still on the grape hiding behind Bismarck. Seeing the brown paper bag in the latter's hand, she complained very aggrievedly...

"Sister Tirpitz stole my things..."

"Huh?" Bismarck pulled Tirpitz out from behind him.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and her aura as an older sister radiated out all at once, making the shameless Tizi feel insecure.

"That was given to me by Top..."

"That was given to us by Top." Eugen corrected her relentlessly.

Bismarck quickly figured out what was going on. It should be that Top left something for the two sisters, and then one of her sisters wanted to take it all by herself because of her great strength and height...

How shameful... Bismarck glared at the innocent Tirpitz.

"Hand it over, Tirpitz." Bismarck held out his hand. "You bully Eugengen when the commander and I are not around? Huh? Have you become more capable?"

Faced with his sister's seriousness, Tirpitz pouted and reluctantly handed over the bag in his hand.

Although the commander and the captain were usually very nice to her, if they knew that she was stealing Eugen's things, she would probably be beaten to death...

"Yes, Eugen, all are yours." Bismarck snorted coldly, then turned around and gave all the things to Eugen, "You have nothing."

"If you steal my sister's things again, I will beat you until you cry," she said.

Bismarck had closed the door long ago, as if he was afraid that someone would see the embarrassing scene inside.

"I know, I know." The homegirl said pitifully, "I just want to eat something."

"kindness?"

Bismarck was very curious about what the two ship girls were fighting for, but in the end she found out that it was a bag of cream cakes. This discovery made her laugh and cry.

This bag was left by Top for the two of them when he and Lütjens went out. As a man, he naturally said that it would be half for each of them. He probably never thought that Tizi would grab it...

"Why did you want to steal these cakes?" Bismarck asked curiously.

"I haven't eaten cakes since... There's nothing in Berlin, those damn British people." Tirpitz acted pitifully. She was not lying. When she came to Berlin before, she could often pester Lindemann to buy her cakes. But after coming this time, almost all the cake shops were bombed. Lindemann was not familiar with Berlin, and he could no longer buy those delicious cakes.

So, this time Top left the two of them a small bag of cake that he got from somewhere, and this greedy homebody actually became bolder and bolder. If Bismarck had not appeared in time, she would have succeeded.

"You should blame the British for the lack of cake. If they hadn't bombed Berlin, you would still be able to buy cake now. So you should hurry up with your research and strike hard at the British." Bismarck took the opportunity to say.

The homegirl clenched her fists, her emotions aroused by Bismarck.

"I will!"

"But speaking of which, I do know a place that sells delicious food. Do you want to go there with me?" Bismarck said with a smile.

The two sisters' eyes lit up immediately.

-

The days of playing and fighting are over, and it is time to return to the busy season in the office every day.

Berlin is sunny and pleasant in early autumn, although this kind of weather is also easy to attract bombers...

In the Admiralty building, a corner of which collapsed during the bombing, Admiral Lütjens' office has now been completely transformed into the Hamster Electronics Research Institute.

The originally clean and tidy office was now in a mess. Especially in the corner, it was filled with special equipment for tech geeks - screwdrivers, wire cutters, multimeters, oscilloscopes, capacitors, old-fashioned electron tubes, resistors, electrical tape, soldering irons, and even a display screen, as well as a pile of circuit boards with various circuits nailed on them... In addition, there was a pink-haired hamster wearing headphones and a hamster cape, sitting cross-legged on the coffee table, one hand supporting her cheek, and the other hand playing with a small electron tube circuit. The pooper scooper who ran around beside her, serving tea, water, and snacks, and even fanning the hamster with a fan, was none other than the adorable Lindemann.

Lütjens, who was reviewing documents at his desk, looked in the direction of his pet rat - the poop scooper - in the corner and shook his head with amusement.

We have been working together for so long that we can almost be said to be a family.

Speaking of which, I'm very busy here right now.

The girls' modification work had entered a critical moment. Top and Eugen went back to Kiel Harbor to supervise the work according to their shifts. They also agreed to visit the family of Marseille, the pilot who died heroically in Bermuda to protect Eugen, and to send the posthumous Diamond Knight's Medal to Marseille. The rest of the people were basically here now.

He had a bunch of comprehensive scientific research projects that needed to be coordinated, and Secretary Cat was by his side to help him. Zeppelin had to coordinate with the Air Force. The air defense missile was a joint research and development project between the Navy and the Air Force. In addition, the reconstruction of the GR-186 Wing and the organization of Kiel Harbor's air defense also required Zeppelin...

As for the couple in the corner, one is arrogant and the other is a lackey, they are just a natural pair of happy enemies. And every time I see these two, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten, I always feel a little Emmmmmm...

These two happy enemies, they were actually selling candies while working...

What a disgrace! (Laughs)

However, having said that, a certain otaku girl is indeed worthy of being called a technical otaku in the north. Her development ability can actually be described as terrifying.

only……

"Tizi, have you seen Dr. Chu Ze's research report on vacuum tube computers?"

Bismarck, who was too busy, stumbled into the room carrying a pile of documents. As soon as he entered the room, he turned around from behind the pile of documents and asked the hamster.

“…It’s here with me. I need it.”

The lazy hamster continued to study the electronic tube circuit in his hand, while casually talking about the fact that he had taken the technical report "without authorization", completely ignoring the fact that his sister had already started to grind her teeth in anger.

"Tizi! Please tell me before you take the report! I've been looking for this report for a long time!"

"I know, I know! Tsk..." Tizi pouted after being scolded, and still looked unhappy behind his back.

Before Bismarck could say anything else, Zeppelin rushed in, holding a thick stack of technical data and drawings in his hands, and started shouting:

"Tizi, how do you feed the target detected by your radar to the display and the missile's servo?"

"…Well, isn't it just about placing two pairs of receiving ports on the radar receiver, and then using a multiplier (a small tube analog circuit) to calculate the phase difference of the signal relative to the receiving port, and then convert it into a control signal, and then directly connect it to the rectangular coordinate system electrodes of the display and the missile's servo, isn't it?"

Tizitou didn't even bother to reply, and just lazily blurted out a long list of professional terms.

Zeppelin: ???

"Tizi, what are you talking about? Explain it clearly!"

"Tsk... this is very clear!" The little hamster turned around with a look of impatience: "I've already told you that there are two pairs of receiving ports on the radar in the four directions of up, down, left and right. The radar waves reflected from different directions will have phase differences at these receiving ports. These phase differences can be directly used to calculate the deviation angle in the multiplier, and the output signal is projected onto the display and the servo as a signal!

"What? You didn't understand?! It's so simple!! Let me put it this way: if the radar frequency is ωt, the phase of the azimuth angle at the two receiving ends is SIN (ωt + a) and SIN (ωt + b) respectively - you must know the trigonometric formula, right? SINA*SINB=[COS (BA) - COS (B + A)] / 2, so SIN (ωt + a) multiplied by SIN (ωt + b) is equal to [COS (ba) - COS (2ωt + b + a)] / 2. Among them, COS (ba) has no frequency component, so the output is direct current, and the remaining COS (2ωt + b + a) is the measured phase difference, that is, the angle deviation... Forget it, forget it, I know from your expression that you still don't understand, and I can make a multiplier when the time comes..."

"Hey, it's troublesome to popularize science to people who have no basic knowledge..."

A mouthful of grapes looked impatient, while Zeppelin's face had turned black with anger. Even Bismarck put down the document, clenched his fist and showed his canine teeth. The impatient hamster also put down the circuit board in his hand angrily, and seemed to think that the two sisters interrupted her train of thought and began to mutter.

It seems that a drama of "sisters killing each other" is about to unfold.

Lindemann, who was completely confused, stood aside with a face full of OvO (Kun) and sweat all over his forehead. Not only did he not dare to say a word - fighting a warship in hand-to-hand combat... Master, I can't do it with my monkey-like body... I was sweating all over and looked at Lütjens, his eyes full of help.

Although, everyone knows that these sisters here are actually a bit naughty, so naughty that they have to have such an "internal conflict" every few days...

Lütjens was actually amused by the anger.

only……

It's work time! And in the Admiralty! You guys can do this at home or on a ship, but in the office?!

The captain was just about to bang the table and glare to stop the fighting between the warships, but before he could bang the table, there was a knock on the door outside - the Persian cat and Zeppelin stopped and opened the door with a puzzled look, only to see a staff member distributing documents in the confidential room outside, handing them a latest internal reference.

The Persian cat picked it up and glanced at it with a puzzled look, and his eyes widened instantly - the front page of the internal reference had a big news! Moreover, the protagonist of this news was not only familiar to him, but he had also dealt with him - and even his own captain and Zeppelin - once!

Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto, commander-in-chief of the Japanese Combined Fleet (posthumously awarded the title of Marshal), is dead!

Chapter 750: MacArthur’s Little Thoughts

(A few days ago)

In the Pacific, the war between the United States and Japan has reached a stalemate.

From the Owen Stanley Mountains on the island of New Guinea to the Solomon Islands and Gilbert Islands, both armies, facing each other across the towering mountains and the blue sea routes, endured the unpleasant humidity and insects in the rainforest. Both armies knew that they were exhausted and had no way to deal with each other. After discovering that their own countries had paid a considerable price for the war, they could only maintain such a balanced situation for the time being. Politicians on both sides, looking at the army that was no longer able to go any further, had already started all kinds of hypocritical negotiations at the diplomatic negotiation table with their own ulterior motives.

For the American people, the progress in the early stages of the war was quite unsatisfactory - it was okay to declare war with a clumsy excuse, and batch after batch of supplies were loaded onto merchant ships for "aid" to Britain on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean and then never returned, but fighting to this point, with so many sacrifices made, not only was nothing gained, but there was even a sign of surrender - no one was satisfied with such a situation.

As a result, under the instigation of forces of all sizes with their own ulterior motives, in the American land of "freedom of speech", the two forces declaring withdrawal from the war and declaring expansion of the war were arguing louder and louder on the streets of the United States.

Although the U.S. Constitution stipulates that civilians are absolutely superior to military officers, and the military also has military discipline that does not allow casual discussion of these matters, even though there are a lot of discussions about these civilian voices in the military, under the pressure of the military police, no matter how bold their ideas are, the soldiers can only keep them to themselves.

However, this does not mean that some people in the military will not make a big news or something...

If we were to say who in the U.S. Army is most dissatisfied with the current stalemate in the Pacific, it would undoubtedly be General Douglas MacArthur, commander of the Allied Southwest Pacific Theater.

The Japanese army was well prepared for the Pacific War, but the Philippines, which they had defended, was lost in less than half a year. They had to abandon their troops and escaped to the torpedo boat with a few of their cronies, and then sneaked back to the US sphere of influence from Asia under the cover of night. And because of this, they were nicknamed "Mai Paopao". Even in the military camp, some people dared to call them that behind their backs...

This is something that cannot be tolerated!

Any soldier who still has a little bit of shame would not think that the nickname "Running Man" is a positive evaluation! Moreover, MacArthur's ambition is not small. As a descendant of three generations of generals, he has deep ties with the US military and political circles. He not only wants to counterattack the Philippines to wash away the shame, but also wants to go further and make achievements. Even in the heart of MacArthur, who is now 62 years old, he still has the ambition to make a big news and run for president...

However, the current situation is obviously that the situation is stronger than people...

Although it was not known that the Musashi aircraft carrier had been launched, the whole world knew that Japan had ten large and small aircraft carriers guarding Rabaul and dragging the four aircraft carriers of the US Pacific Fleet trembling with fear. The consequence of the aircraft carrier fleet being unable to leave the Pacific Ocean was the news from Britain a few days ago that "the three high-speed battleships of the Kumetz Fleet (officially renamed the German Kriegsmarine Atlantic Fleet) and two sleeve warships had been dispatched in full force", which caused panic and made everyone see enemies as enemies...

For the United States, whether from a class perspective or from a business and cultural perspective, the Atlantic Ocean and the European continent are far more important than the Pacific Ocean!

On the other hand, the only "ally" the United States can count on in the Far East, the "broad daylight" regime on the mainland, is completely useless! After the Japanese opened up the mainland transportation line, the entire force was cut in half! Moreover, due to the current bad situation and the low production enthusiasm caused by the anti-war factors in the United States, even if the United States is rich, there is not much aid to provide to the "bald but not strong" grass-roots general...

With such a bad teammate, the United States has no way of expecting the other party to be able to contain the Japanese power. Even under the premise that the Americans cannot help him, he has to be wary of this guy directly compromising - if Japan is really allowed to control the resources of the Far East, it means that Japan can no longer be restrained!

Although, now anyone who has a little understanding of strategy can see these problems. Moreover, Japan has actually reached its national strength limit at this moment and cannot go any further.

But we should be prepared for the worst. What if the president and his people really sell out the Pacific Ocean for the sake of their European cousins?

Moreover, if this is really the case, this matter is no longer just my personal ambition!

"No, I have to think of a way!"

After thinking about it, MacArthur, who was a little restless, put down the corn pipe beside his mouth, rolled his eyes, thought carefully, and then reached out to grab a red-painted dedicated telephone on his desk...

After all, the Navy bears greater responsibility for the Pacific War. Among the top leaders now, the person most likely to be dissatisfied with the situation in the Pacific War is probably Ernest King, who holds all the power in the Navy.

Although his position was nominally only the commander of the Southwest Pacific Theater, and not the Army Chief of Staff, he had served in this position in the past! Moreover, he was a veteran of World War I, and his family had a lot of reputation, so MacArthur was still a little bit confident that he could have a say with King...

In the blink of an eye, MacArthur, with a calm face, had already picked up the phone. Listening to the soft voice of the hotline operator in the microphone, the commander of the Southwest Pacific Theater, who was obsessed with the war situation and had no desire, said directly to the microphone: "Hello? Is this the hotline operator? This is MacArthur. Please help me transfer to the domestic hotline. I want to contact the US Navy Fleet Headquarters in Washington - or the Naval Operations Department, anyway, these two departments can find Lao Jin in the end..."