Bismarck

"If you don't tell me, I won't go to bed with you!" I said, but it seemed like what I said was true - many people around me widened their eyes, and looked at the captain with envy and jealousy.

It’s over, it’s over, no more moral conduct...

"..." The captain looked at me speechlessly.

"Go on~" I continued, my tone tactfully making a circle.

At this time, the waiter had already walked to the side.

"50 marks, sir."

The captain took out his wallet and said to me in a helpless tone, "John on the other side."

"Ah." I "don't understand" and asked again.

"I said, go to the other side."

He paid and touched my head, "Okay, let's go."

“But I still don’t understand,” I said.

"That's all I can say." The captain took the hat from my hand and walked out first. I followed him and noticed that the waiter walked in flexibly.

"Yes!"

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Extra: The Z-shaped flag is flying

Black smoke from the burning continued to emerge from all parts of the ship, and seawater kept pouring in through the holes torn by the torpedoes. The four turrets had already stopped rotating with their gun barrels drooping. I don't know where one of the barrels of the Dora turret was blown away, probably falling into the sea - a 16-inch shell from Iowa easily penetrated my turret armor and exploded violently inside, and another one just hit my gun barrel.

Now, except for the occasional blast of anti-aircraft guns, which sounded like the groans of a dying person, all resistance had stopped, and I had been disarmed. But a steady stream of shells continued to fall from the sky, and the originally smooth hull was covered with traces of gunpowder smoke.

The sister ship Tirpitz next to it is not much better. I lost her sense a few minutes ago. It must be that the hull was damaged too much and entered a dormant state.

I told you not to train well, and I smiled bitterly.

This means that she is now completely controlled by the crew, moving in a crooked zigzag route on the sea, but she is always around me and doesn't go far away.

My rudder was completely broken, the engine had stopped, and I was floating on the water without power.

My shadow on the bridge reflected the damage to the ship, and my clothes were already torn to pieces, almost naked. But no one could see it. Although I strengthened the armor of the bridge at the beginning of the war, it was still penetrated by a 16-inch shell under the continuous bombardment. The direct consequence was that the entire bridge was blown away, and everyone inside died on the spot. I was standing on the command platform at the moment it was penetrated, and the violent shock wave knocked me to the window. I leaned against the railing to avoid flying out.

Looking around at the mess, I gave a wry smile. Fortunately, the captain had just returned to the captain's room, otherwise I wouldn't know how to save him.

There's no need to rescue me anymore, I sighed, took one last look at the bridge, and walked out.

This operation was suicidal. When we set sail, the Allied tanks were already at the gates of Berlin. Our fleet only had time to refuel half of its tanks before setting sail. Due to my intervention, the German Navy in this time and space was not as weak as I remembered, and it was always in a stalemate with the Allies. However, the brave fighting of the Navy did not change the situation on land. With the army's continuous retreat, the defeat of Germany was only a matter of time.

Since I did not sink during the Rhine exercises and the Führer did not lose confidence in large surface ships, Reger has continued to serve as his naval admiral until now.

In the face of an irreversible defeat, he issued his last marshal's order a few days ago, ordering all German surface warships to go to the North Sea to fight a decisive battle with the Allied fleet. Not long after this order was issued, I received news from the captain that Reger had ended his life with a pistol in the room of the Admiralty.

I was silent for a while and didn't say anything because there was nothing left to say.

After Reger's death, the captain became the supreme commander of the fleet, but the appointment letter would never come, because the Führer and his headquarters had long lost contact with the troops below and were unable to take care of themselves. Under the captain's command, I, Tirpitz, Eugen, Admiral Hipper, the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, and a group of destroyers and torpedo boats attacked.

At the moment of departure, a Z-shaped signal flag slowly rose from our signal tower.

The last battle? I looked at the depressing atmosphere in the bridge with a blank expression, cutting off my sense of damage so that I wouldn't feel much pain when I was hit by a shell. The sailors didn't say a word, even the most active ones.

The captain sat in his room in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Tizi, Eugen, are you there?" I called out in my mind.

"Sister, I'm here." Tizi replied softly.

"I'm here too, Sister Bismarck." This is Eugen, the cute little girl.

"How about it, are you scared?" I forced a smile. Although I had said that I was mentally prepared, when I really faced this day, I still...

"Afraid." Eugen nodded her head obediently. She shrugged and looked listless.

"We are always together." I touched her head. "Sister will protect you until the last moment."

A blind shell penetrated my tail armor and hit the steering gear room. Thick smoke immediately rose from the stern. I hurriedly checked and found that the steering gear was completely stuck.

Is this history repeating itself in a different form?

"Captain, we've lost control of the direction!" the helmsman shouted. As he spoke, the bow of the ship tilted to one side.

"Is it possible to repair it?" the captain turned to me and asked.

"Not for a few hours." I shook my head.

"Then forget it." The captain sighed, "Throw away the rudder and use propeller differential control."

"Yes." I nodded. The propeller differential is to use the speed difference of the propellers on both sides to control the direction of the ship. I have tried it many times. It may require a lot of skills for the crew, but for me, it is much simpler.

The only drawback is that it's a bit slower, but compared to the stuck rudder affecting the direction, this is much better.

Click, with two crisp sounds disappearing into the sea, I resumed my upright sailing.

"You will take over the main engine now," said the captain.

"Yes."

"Turn left fifteen degrees, aim at the battleship Missouri, and fire at all gun ports!"

"Captain, torpedo plane!" the observer shouted.

"Swish, swish, swish..." A total of six torpedoes were dropped three nautical miles to my right front, and white trails appeared after a while.

The torpedo planes that dropped the torpedoes detached from the front and rear sides. They arrogantly exposed their bellies to me, and I had no way to do anything - the anti-aircraft firepower was almost completely destroyed.

There is no way to escape, is this the last judgment?

I tried in vain to turn the ship left and stopped the engine in an attempt to slow myself down, but the huge ship still stubbornly moved forward according to Newton's rules.

Captain, it seems that I am finished.

"Bismarck, you've done a great job." The captain's voice was still calm, but why did I hear a tremor in his voice? Was he unwilling to do it?

Zhan Chen is indeed the best ending. I turned around and smiled at him, ready to face the final moment.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly came up from my starboard side, it was... Eugen!

"Eugen, what are you doing? Come back quickly!!!" I yelled, "There is a torpedo ahead!"

"Sister, this is the only thing Eugen can do for you. Give me a chance to live with the captain..."

"Get out of here! I don't need you to do anything for me. I order you to slow down immediately! Right now!"

"It's too late..." Eugen said with a smile.

Before Eugen's words faded from my mind, the sound of torpedoes hitting the ship's hull had already sounded, the dull "thump thump" sounded like a note of death. I heard the desperate shouts of the crew on Eugen's ship, and they jumped from the side of the ship into the sea. Four huge holes appeared on Eugen's hull, revealing the hideous interior, and the surging sea water immediately poured in. Soon, her body began to tilt to the right, and then suddenly accelerated to reveal the red bottom of the ship.

"Why, why!" I couldn't stop my tears from flowing down. "It was obviously going to hit me! Why did you block it for me!"

I covered my mouth tremblingly, sobbed, and ran to the starboard side, watching the battleship sink.

"It's me who is supposed to take care of you till the end! Why are you..."

"Sister, goodbye..." Eugen's last murmur was blown away by the gunfire. Her stern was raised high, spewing out streams of high-pressure gas and water mist, and then disappeared before my eyes, leaving only the sea surface with ripples.

She...disappeared.

"Eugen——!"

"Sister, Eugen..." Tizi asked me in her consciousness.

"Eugen sank, and now it's just you and me." I paused and whispered, "She died for me..."

"I will always be with you." Ti Zi chuckled and then hung up the phone.

I heard her main gun roaring again.

Tirpitz, let us fight together!

After the fierce battle, the destroyers had long disappeared. They were the first targets to be sunk. Often, after a few heavy artillery shells, they would disappear from the sea. Hipper's power compartment was pierced by Iowa's shells, causing a huge boiler explosion. In the violent explosion, the entire hull was blown through, almost breaking into two sections, and quickly sank to the bottom of the sea. The small sea area was littered with broken objects and human bodies.

It seems that only Tirpitz, Zeppelin and I are left... I looked at the aircraft carrier behind me. Its carrier-based aircraft had been destroyed in the battle long ago, and it was now making a final resistance with firepower comparable to that of a cruiser. Its huge deck had now become the best target for the enemy, and bombs hit one after another, with thick smoke covering the sky.

A bright line of fire suddenly appeared in my field of vision. It was——

"Captain, be careful!" Without having time to think, I threw the captain to the ground.

"Bang!" A huge sound echoed in the bridge. The 406mm armor-piercing shell hit the right side of the bridge. The thick armor wall that I had specially strengthened was hit inwards. Fortunately, it was not penetrated. However, all the bulletproof glass was shattered. Although the captain was pressed under me in time, he was still injured by the fragments.

A sailor who was close to the scene was killed instantly, bleeding from all his orifices.

"Captain, are you okay?" With red eyes, I helped him up from the ground.

He shook his head to indicate that he was fine. "How are you? Is it serious?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." I smiled bitterly

"Captain, please go to the room and bandage yourself first. I'll control the ship here!" I suggested.

"No, I can't leave." He picked up the overturned chair and prepared to sit down again.

How could I agree? I know the captain must command, but in this situation, there is really no difference between commanding and not commanding. Moreover, although my right armor has been strengthened, it was severely damaged after being hit by the 406mm shell and could not withstand the second one...

I pulled the captain down without saying a word. When I returned to the bridge, a shell hit the bridge again. My head felt like it was about to explode. The shock wave and fragments killed everyone on the ship.

The command center is gone.

I struggled to get up from the ground and saw the bodies everywhere. I could only feel lucky that I managed to pull the captain down...

Ps: First of all, this has nothing to do with the main text, which has a happy ending. Don't worry~

Many people say that the ending of this novel is not very good. To be honest, when I first started conceiving the idea, it was indeed a sad ending (I thought of two endings, both were tragedies - don't hit me), but later at the strong request of my classmates, I changed it to a happy ending.

This is a side story that I have been thinking about for a long time, but I have only started writing it now, mainly because I want to create a contrast (the feeling of naivety plus tragedy must be very refreshing.), everyone can just treat it as a side story. I didn't want to write it so quickly, but the editor suddenly told me that it would be published tomorrow. I was caught off guard and the plot was not yet in place, so I wrote the side story first.

This extra story is to be continued ~ Of course, when I will write the second half depends on my mood, hahahaha.

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This novel mainly talks about the daily life of the captain and the Persian cat, and then interspersed with various battles, in short - killing monsters and upgrading.

This is my first novel, and it is a niche type. It is neither completely cute nor completely historical, so it is a pain in the ass on both sides. It is really not easy to stick to it. It is all thanks to everyone's support (urging for more?). When I was in school, I would insist on writing a chapter no matter how late it was, until now. There were several times in the middle that I almost gave up, because the description of military scenes was really beyond my brain circuit. I didn't understand a lot of military knowledge, and I had to look it up, as well as the application of tactics, etc. - I was criticized for some funny things, for example: the three-seater triple link of the Persian cat... I should @ the big sister here. If it weren't for her help, I would definitely give up the rhythm of writing. Thank you for the military science popularization of the big sister.

I couldn't finish reading the first three chapters myself. I will slowly revise them after they are published. Those who have read them should have noticed that two chapters have been revised. Some classmates pointed out that the patriotism was too stiff, and I will slowly improve it. I didn't understand anything when I first wrote it.

Because the Persian Cat did not sink in the Rhine exercise, history must have changed a little, so we have to do some deductions. I have to thank the big sister for her help in historical deductions. I can say that the historical development of this novel can still withstand some scrutiny. As for the ending, don't worry, it will be a happy ending. As for the two endings I thought of at the beginning, I have already posted one as a special chapter, and I will talk about the other one later~hahaha (both are bad endings).

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Extra: The Z-shaped flag is flying (Part 2)

I arrived at the captain's room and he was about to come out.

"How's the situation up there?" he asked.

"The bridge is gone," I replied, "Just as you left, a heavy artillery shell hit the bridge and tore my armor apart."

"Where are they?" The captain was stunned for a moment and asked about the crew's situation. Of course, he should know what the consequences of being hit by a one-ton shell would be.

"All dead," I said, and almost nothing was left.

"I understand." The captain said after a moment of silence.

"Come in, are you in charge of the main gun now?" He turned and went back to the captain's room.