Bismarck

After all, the Tula Arsenal is an old Soviet arsenal, and it was a well-known presence in the Tsarist Russian military industry two hundred years ago!

Although there were only more than 4,000 regular troops left in the city, there were 35 tanks available! Moreover, the civilians left behind in the city were basically armed civilians who volunteered to stay, and they were also workers with strong loyalty and discipline. What's more, the Tula workers had already been tested on the battlefield in this defensive battle - even though they were all militia, as long as they were commanded by officers, their combat effectiveness could at least be comparable to that of the regular army!

"Okay, everyone has eaten - now get in the car! Get ready for battle! This time, in addition to taking back the airport from the fascists, we'd better push forward a circle, build an outer position for the airport, and ensure the safety of the airport - do you understand?"

Seeing that everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, General Katukov, who was already the Tula garrison commander but still concurrently served as brigade commander and shared weal and woe with his subordinates and was equally pale and thin, stood up, climbed onto a tank himself, and issued the order for a counterattack.

"Understood! Promise to complete the task!"

The remaining officers and soldiers of the tank brigade, who had eaten and drunk their fill, stood upright, their eyes burning with the will for revenge.

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In the Saint-Nazaire shipyard, the "appearance" of the Bismarck battleship after the "plastic surgery" is very different from before.

Both sides of the bridge are basically covered with inclined "exterior walls", and the rebuilt mast has changed its original intricate form and turned directly into a "bare four-sided pyramid with radar covers of various shapes". In addition to the hull itself being difficult to modify due to its structural design and armor layout, the corridors on the side of the ship have also been modified. Even the four sides of the main turret, the 150 secondary turret, and even the 105 anti-aircraft gun mount are "pasted" with inclined shells. Finally, after spraying with gray naval paint, the shape looks a bit out of place in this era, and it still looks a bit out of place in later generations. "Upper body stealth shape"

"Ah, this is the only way now..."

Shaking his head, Bismarck said helplessly about his new hairstyle, at least he should make do with it...

After all, after experiencing the GIUK waterway naval battle with missiles flying all over the sky, the only thing she could think of that could be done quickly to increase the probability of self-protection under the swarm of missiles was a stealth appearance.

Although it is not possible to be completely invisible, and the project has not yet been completed, there are still people moving around on the scaffolding in some places, but as long as the detection rate at a long distance can be reduced as much as possible - even if it is just a makeshift stealth effect, as long as it can improve the survivability a little bit, even a little bit will be fine!

Although she has been through many battles, she is actually not very brave or courageous.

In her heart, she was not thinking about how to win or how to achieve great military exploits.

Just try to survive in these troubled times, don't seek fame among the princes, don't ask for unsalable ammunition, just be honored to be on the list, just do something that will benefit the country... or something like that.

All she wanted was peace.

It would be great if everyone could survive the war peacefully, that's all.

However, such a request seemed somewhat difficult. Thinking of the situation on the Eastern Front, Bismarck couldn't help but sigh.

She didn't know why, but she always felt an uneasy impulse, as if her heart was uncertain about the future and she felt empty.

She knew that the Soviet-German battlefield was in full swing, but as a naval warship, she had no news of the army's battle situation. Besides, generally speaking, the navy would not deliberately pay attention to how the army was fighting - after all, they were two independent branches of the military, and it was normal for them to have no contact with each other.

Although she vaguely remembered that history books said that Germany seemed to have suffered a disastrous defeat at Stalingrad at this time, and thus began to go downhill - although she had also seen the chaos, plunder and unrest in the German-occupied areas, so she did not have a good impression of the German Army's aggressive behavior, but if she was defeated, as a large battleship, where should she go, and where can she go...

Bismarck always had some concerns about changing history. Although she was a girl, she was also a patriotic child. As a German who was the same as the Japanese devils...if they really won the war, no one knew what the consequences would be. It was true that her current body was created by the Germans, but the Germans did not give her a soul. Her soul still turned to the East.

This is also the reason why she is always cautious about her actions. She has the most ideas, but she is always restricted when it comes to implementation... She wants to survive, but is afraid that the Germans are too strong.

But later she also found that she could not change the world with her ability alone, and the will of the world could never be changed by one person's power. She was like a floating being, trying to shake the world tree in vain.

Of course, it would be different if she had alien technology.

The Eastern Front, which had been strengthened, now seems to be in a bad situation.

It’s better to turn your thoughts back to your body, Bismarck sighed, and forced her attention back here, but she also made up her mind to have a good talk with the captain. There are some things that she should tell him.

His new look was "not bad". It looked a bit like a certain country's cutting-edge destroyer that he had seen on TV in later generations.

Although there are four curved tiles missing or something... Come to think of it, I miss home a little.

She didn't know what was going on, but she seemed to miss home often recently, especially when the atmosphere was depressing. Sometimes she seemed to hear some coded sounds in her dreams. She didn't know if it was a red telegram, but it appeared more than once, which made her very strange.

I shook my head, threw the inexplicable homesickness behind my hair, and looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky. The North Atlantic storm was rolling up the gloomy and low clouds, and under them were restless seagulls flying and groaning.

In troubled times, people are worse than dogs. Even if she was a battleship with a full load displacement of 50,000 tons, in the trend of defeat and division, she seemed to be no better than a prisoner of war.

In addition to herself, there are also several of her sisters, as well as their captains and crew members...

Bismarck, standing on the bridge, looked silently at the harbor where the waves were already three feet high even though there was no storm yet. His heart, which was already a little sad, was filled with even more anxiety.

"Hey……"

She sighed slightly. At this moment, she didn't know how to get through this war safely, and the situation after the war might be even worse...

"Hmm? Bismarck, you are here!"

Hearing the captain's voice from behind, Bismarck turned around and saw his captain calling him from the armored hatch of the conning tower.

The sharp-eyed Persian cat also saw that the captain was holding a telegram in his hand. Is there... something wrong?

"Come back to Berlin with me. The Führer needs to hold an emergency meeting to urgently adjust the country's strategic deployment. Kumetz Dönitz and I have to go back to attend the meeting. Zeppelin has gone to the airport to prepare the plane. You come back with me..."

The captain's face was not very good, even more gloomy than the current stormy weather. Persian Cat's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help asking: "Captain, do you know what happened?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. You'll know when you get back!" Lütjens' face was stern and his words were insincere.

But Bismarck, who knew his captain well, knew that whenever his captain had such an attitude, it would definitely be a very stressful thing for him.

I just don’t know, if something really happens, then this war...

Feeling somewhat uneasy, the two turned their heads at the same time and looked at each other. They found that the eyes of the person opposite them had the same expression as their own...

Bismarck shuddered.

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"Air strike! Air strike!"

"Hidden! Hidden!"

On the highway near Kaluga, a group of Soviet fighter planes made a surprise attack by flying low over the ground.

The murderous whistles were like the sickle of the god of death, harvesting the lives of the invaders. The panicked German convoy didn't even have time to raise its self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, and the guns and the men were hit by the dense rain of bullets, leaving bullet holes and blood all over their bodies. Although there was a squadron of BF-109 fighters overhead to provide cover, they were entangled by a group of Yak fighters with red five-stars before they could dive down to attack the IL-2 attack planes that were so reckless and close to the ground...

The Soviet pilots in the sky were blood-thirsty, but the German officers and soldiers on the ground fell into despair after losing all their anti-aircraft guns. Although the bombed convoy was camouflaged, it was definitely not an easy target. Not only were there four self-propelled anti-aircraft guns and four tanks in front and behind, but many vehicles also revealed the shape of high-end products such as Opel military buses that were comfortable to ride after the camouflage was blown off. At the same time, the 251 half-track vehicles in the convoy were equipped with large square antenna racks that only communication command vehicles had. Even in the center of the convoy, there were several Opel officer sedans and Steyr 1500A military command off-road vehicles that were specially used by senior officers. All of this showed that the identity of this convoy was obviously extraordinary!

Even though they were camouflaged to a certain extent, many of the vehicles in the convoy were equipped with transmitter antennas - these antennas could be hidden from reconnaissance planes flying overhead, but in the eyes of the Soviet guerrillas who were full of hatred and had Ministry of Internal Affairs agents and Internal Guard officers to command and train them and act as their eyes and ears, they were as dazzling as searchlights shining in the dark night!

Even if the guerrillas could not catch up with or defeat the convoy covered by tanks and self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, calling the Air Force through the radio would be a piece of cake!

"Hurry up and get out of the way (clang!)... Damn it! We're stuck! Jump out of the car, everyone jump out of the car!"

A panicked Steyr high-level command vehicle kept turning left and right, parking and reversing in the dense rain of bullets, and even drifted. With the cover of a tall tank, the vehicle actually avoided a round of IL-2 fire. But this is not the mountain road of Tyumen Mountain, and the bullet-riddled and snowy ground is completely unable to support this high-level command vehicle weighing more than four tons and carrying eight people to show its driving skills. With a clang, the old driver's command vehicle tilted and fell into the snow-covered drainage ditch on the side of the road, unable to move.

Several officers wearing black windbreakers and holding briefcases hurriedly opened the car door and ran out, seemingly trying to hide in the grove by the roadside. The IL-2 attack plane had just flown over and couldn't come back for a while. Even though it was snowing up to waist height, if they ran into the grove by the roadside while the Soviet plane was flying back, they would have a chance to escape the pursuit of the plane and save their lives.

but……

Although the IL-2 attack aircraft had just flown past and would not be able to come back for a while, with the roar of a German fighter plane crashing into the ground, two Yak fighter planes following closely behind, with red five-pointed stars painted on their fuselages and at least five or six kills painted under the cockpits, had already "flown" towards a group of seemingly senior officers who were stuck in waist-deep snow, with a strong desire to survive but limited movement.

"Not good! Get down! Take cover!"

A handsome colonel with a side-parted hair looked at the sparks on the nose of the plane, and without thinking, he shouted and pounced on an officer beside him who was staggering with silver hair and a marshal's rank with gold epaulettes and a scepter on his shoulders. But unfortunately, the snow was waist-deep here, and his flying pounce could not reach the old marshal who seemed to be close at hand but was actually untouchable!

“Marshal! —No!!”

With a desperate cry, the right hand that was stretched out to try to knock down the marshal was directly broken by a bullet with a tracer! The old marshal, who was already in his sixties, didn't even make a sound under the fierce rain of bullets, and his upper body was directly blown into a ball of blood mist by the powerful machine gun bullet! And to make matters worse, a piece of shrapnel from the exploded 20 shell flew into the colonel's left eye with astonishment and disbelief!

"Marshal Bock! Colonel Stauffenberg!!"

"Oh no! Marshal Bock is dead!"

"Someone come! Someone come quickly! Where is the medic? There are wounded here..."

The miserable shouting in my ears quickly faded away, and the vision of the fallen Field Marshal Fedor von Bock also became blurred in an instant in his only remaining right eye. In the last moment before he fell into a coma, the seriously injured Colonel Stauffenberg, for some reason, thought of the Führer Hitler, to whom he had sworn allegiance...

"This warmongerer, who clearly wants to fight Russia, dares to offend Britain and the United States... You will go to hell sooner or later..."

On the other side of the battlefield, at the Tula airport, which had just been recaptured and simply cleared of snow, the first batch of Soviet Red Army fighter planes "moved in" under the gaze of the Tula defenders, who were pale and thin but in high spirits.

"Oh oh, our plane, it's our plane coming!"

The smell of gunpowder still lingered on the edge of the runway, and from the traces of clearing waist-deep snow on the airport, it was obvious that it had just been pushed out temporarily with a bulldozer - anyway, in this season, the landing gear of Soviet fighter planes had basically been changed to sleds, so even if the snow layer underneath had frozen hard, it wouldn't be a big problem.

On several T-34 tanks that were busy dismantling the bulldozers that had been temporarily attached, Shura was waving his hat and watching two fighter planes that had landed and were slowly driving onto the taxiway and apron. Yang Yongfu was sitting on top of another tank, smiling even when he was watching his partner being funny.

After all, the arrival of the Air Force planes means that the war of liberation is about to begin, doesn’t it?

Moreover, under the cockpit of each of the two planes, there were at least five dazzling red stars marked - even if they were not from the Air Force, Yang Yongfu and Shura knew that even in a brutal war, "ace pilot" was not a cheap thing.

He and Shura have both become tank aces by now, but obviously, even in the sky battlefield that he doesn't understand, the two who have landed now are heroes on the battlefield and are fully qualified and worthy of his respect.

Seeing the plane stop beside him, Yang Yongfu thought for a moment and decided to jump off the tank to say hello to the two. As for Shura over there? He seemed to have jumped off the tank a little earlier than he did.

only……

"Eh hey hey? Female...female?!"

Seeing Shula staring at him in amazement, the two female pilots who jumped out of the fighter plane were not happy. The leader put his hands on his waist and said, "What's wrong with being a woman? Can't women be pilots?!"

"I...that's not what I meant..." Shura panicked when he saw the aggressive expression on the beautiful woman in front of him.

"That's not what you mean? What does that mean? Huh?!" The leading female pilot raised her lips slightly, looked at Shura with a panicked look on his face, and continued to train him.

Seeing this scene, not only did the other female pilot pull her sleeve, but even Yang Yongfu felt angry and amused.

"Alright, alright, get out of the way." Pushing Shula aside, Yang Yongfu walked up and saluted, "Sorry, this kid has this personality. By the way, I'm Yang Yongfu, the commander of the 4th Tank Company of the 4th Guards Tank Brigade. May I ask who you are...?"

"Oh, we are the 586th Women's Aviation Regiment. We just bombed a convoy in Kaluga..."

Yang Yongfu didn't realize that the female pilot who had pulled her female partner's sleeve and seemed a little introverted was actually the leader. Her smile seemed a little shy, but seeing that Yang Yongfu and she were of the same rank, she saluted back: "My name is Lydia Litvyak, and this is my comrade, Ekaterina Budanova..."

Chapter 829: Not enough oil!

The atmosphere in the "Wolf's Lair" conference room was terribly depressing. The gloomy-faced man with a mustache looked like a wolf king who had become even more ferocious after being injured. He glanced at everyone in the conference room with eagle-like eyes. His gray eyes emanated a fierce light that was unwilling to be defeated and wanted to fight again.

Under the aura of the little mustache, the officers in the meeting hall lowered their heads one by one - under the cover of the large brims of their military caps, some of them were trying to protect themselves like old monks in meditation, while others had flickering eyes as if they were thinking about something.

After all, the army’s defeat this time was so tragic!

The army had already reached the gates of Moscow, surrounded Tula and Ryazan, and had also advanced to the front line in the Saratov area in the Volga River basin. However, it was pushed back by the three million Soviet troops who had been gathering strength for half a year, and suffered heavy losses. The deputy commander of the Center Army Group, Marshal von Bock, was killed in the battle; the Second Panzer Army and the Fifth Panzer Army, including the corps commanders, Marshal Guderian and Field Marshal Rommel, and 120,000 people were trapped in Moscow and wiped out; and in order to cover the important southern line of Russia, the Tov, the Sixth Army, which could have escaped unscathed, defended the bend of the Don River under the command of Marshal Paulus. Although it once repelled the Soviet vanguard with a flank attack and bought the German army three precious days to withdraw troops to reorganize the defense, the Sixth Army, which had only 77,000 people, had been surrounded by a total of 500,000 Soviet troops from the Southwest and Southern Theaters. It was only a matter of time before Paulus became the fourth marshal lost in this battle.

And up to now, the war situation is still in a state of continued deterioration. Including the troops that were surrounded and lost contact, the German army has now lost 350,000 troops, and the Soviet offensive that has been accumulated for a long time is still unstoppable - according to the current trend, the best result of the central line is to retreat to the starting position at the beginning of the year while fighting and exhausting the Soviet logistics. In addition, Rostov, the main hub of the southern line, is now exposed to the Soviet army. Even if it is lucky enough to hold it this time with the sacrifice of Paulus, without the depth of cover, the rear road of the southern line will be undefended - and abandoning the southern line will inevitably mean abandoning the Maikop oil field. At the same time, in order to maintain the continuation of the war, it is inevitable that the allocation of German resources and industrial capacity will be adjusted!

This is a matter of great importance concerning the overall situation!

Just talking about giving up Maykop, everyone knows that Germany and the entire Western European continent are seriously lacking in oil resources. Apart from the Maykop oil field, the only oil Germany can obtain is the Ploiesti oil field in Romania (annual output of 520-580 million tons, Germany imports 200-250 million tons), Austrian oil fields (annual output of 90-120 million tons), Hungarian oil fields (annual output of 70 tons), and some small oil fields in Germany such as the North Sea-Hannover (annual output of 70-110 million tons) and synthetic fuels in the Ruhr industrial area (annual output of 400-450 million tons). If we take into account the supply to vassal states and occupied areas including Italy, as well as the impact of a series of factors such as bombing and production delays, the actual amount of oil Germany could obtain from its homeland and occupied areas in Western Europe was only about to million tons per year. Although, of the more than million tons of fuel produced by the Romanian oil fields that year, in addition to the fuel sold to Germany, the vast majority of the remaining million tons of fuel, under pressure from Hitler, was actually "given" directly to the German army on the Eastern Front in order to sustain the huge consumption of the war of aggression against the Soviet Union.

In other words, Germany can obtain 700 million tons of oil a year through various means. In addition, there are 300 million tons of fuel "directly sold" from Romania on the Eastern Front. The total amount of fuel that Germany can actually control in a year is about 1000 million tons.

Before the war, the annual production reached 4 million tons. During the war, the Maikop oil field was captured by the Brandenburg Regiment and the paratroopers in a joint raid before it could be destroyed. It was enough to occupy a very important position in the fuel supply of the entire Axis powers!

Even though the oil fields were attacked by the Soviet Air Force and guerrillas after they were occupied, Goering, who was well prepared, directly killed an entire air fleet here, and another air fleet assigned to the Southern Army Group could also reinforce this place at any time. In addition, the main force of the Soviet Air Force had to ensure the operations on the Moscow-Saratov line, so there were not many troops in the Caucasus theater. Even with the guerrillas' tip-off and the initiative of the air force's attack, the threat and damage were not great.

At the same time, the German army also specially deployed two engineering divisions and a division-level military oil exploration team here to ensure the operation of roads, machine repairs, technical guidance and other infrastructure here.

With sufficient pre-war preparations, the Maikop oil field, which used prefabricated mobile drilling rigs and crude oil refining equipment, was able to supply the German army on the Eastern Front with 250-300 million tons of fuel a year - enough to increase the Axis's oil intake by 30%! And if the reserves of all large oil tanks seized during the raid on Maikop were added, the actual amount of fuel seized by the German army in Maikop in the past year and a half reached million tons!

If the "Karinhaus Plan" formulated by Goering before the war aimed to increase Germany's oil production capacity to 1944 million tons in 1100, then as long as the production capacity of Maikop was guaranteed, this plan would have been achieved ahead of schedule!

However, due to the defeat, the Maikop oil field is now undefensible and may have to be abandoned at any time!

Besides the Maykop oilfield, the redistribution of German manpower and industrial capacity is now inevitable...

"At present, our troops are retreating, but we expect that given the Russians' logistical strength and the lower temperature, their pursuit will not be endless... We can get some rest time this winter, and then continue to launch a decisive battle in 43 years. But before that, we first need to solve the problem of resources and manpower!"

"...Since the Maikop oil field has to be abandoned at the latest in the first half of 43, our fuel supply will be a bit tight. At the same time, we also need to mobilize at least another 43 people to the Eastern Front to make up for the losses...As far as we know, the Russians' wartime industrial conversion has been basically completed, and they are not short of manpower, so they will definitely form new troops on a large scale next year!...Under such circumstances, we must prepare as soon as possible! We must now draw resources from other secondary battlefields to ensure that we have a decisive battle with the Russians in the summer of - this decisive battle must be won, otherwise the Third Reich will lose the last chance to win! By then, all of us here, and your families, will become prisoners of the Bolsheviks!"

The gloomy little mustache spoke sternly on the stage, and the senior military and political leaders below were silent. However, there were quite a few people who hid their inexplicable flickering eyes and even stole glances at the little mustache under the cover of their hat brims.

In the silent conference hall, it seemed as if some inexplicable undercurrent was brewing underneath.

"Now, let Speer read out our new adjustment plan!"

After the mustache roared at the top of his lungs, he leaned back on his chair as if he was a little tired, picked up the teacup and took a big sip of water. On the other side, Speer heard the mustache's call, nodded, stood up, and picked up the draft plan in his hand:

"Our adjustment plan this time will focus on adjusting fuel reserves and human resource allocation... In addition to continuing to build our planned six synthetic fuel plants and upgrading existing plants for combat readiness, we will also have to cut fuel supplies to the navy..."

Before Speer finished his words, Raeder, Kumetz, Dönitz and Lütjens all raised their heads in disbelief at the same time!

Even Bismarck, who was accompanying Eva next door, paused.

Cutting the Navy's fuel...

"If you have any opinions, please speak up later. Let's listen to Speer first."

The mustache on the stage glanced at the four navy men in the corner who were in disbelief, then waved his hand, signaling Speer to continue. Speer nodded and continued to read: "... In addition, regarding the shortage of human resources, in addition to further mobilizing domestic human resources and even those who opposed the Bolsheviks in the occupied areas of Western Europe to join the army, in terms of engineering construction, we can consider plundering people from Russia as able-bodied men, and at the same time stop some minor engineering projects, or appropriately reduce construction requirements. For example, in the Atlantic Wall, except for the main beachhead positions that maintain the permanent fortification standards, the remaining minor positions can be reduced to the standards of semi-permanent field fortifications or even general reinforced field fortifications..."

Speer on the stage read the script with an expressionless face, and the army started whispering to each other for a while. The man with a mustache had to scold them twice and let the meeting continue.

But at this moment, in the corner of the navy, the four people no longer had any time to care about the army.

The army lost the war, and as a result, the navy had to cut fuel...

It's like he's touched by a fucking ghost!

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