Bismarck

Captain Liliana said, "I'm 20 years old now."

"Nice name." I nodded. Only then did the captain shed his superior appearance and act like a real father. I could see his feelings for his family.

"As a sailor, you have few opportunities to go home, right?" I asked. No matter what era it is, those who serve on the sea rarely have the opportunity to go home.

"Well, I haven't been back for more than a year." He lit a cigar and sat on the exclusive chair.

"The Captain lives in Berlin?"

"yes"

"I want to visit Berlin, too," I said excitedly. "I want to visit the capital. Captain, can you take me with you when you return?"

The captain looked at me with amusement and said, "There is no 50,000-ton dock in Berlin. How are you going to get in?"

"No, no, I've tried. My real body can be left here. You just need to take a piece of steel from my body and I can project my will," I said. As long as the captain takes away a part of me, I can attach myself to it, similar to soul possession.

"So it's possible to do this." The captain looked at me in surprise. "Then why did you say you didn't leave the shipyard for two years?"

I made a tearful expression

"The problem is that I only discovered it a few days ago."

Chapter 10: Night

It is the third day now, and from today on, the entire ship has entered working condition.

The first thing to do is to load the ammunition

This was a big job. A large number of shells were continuously transported to the dock by trucks. The main gun shells weighing more than one ton were piled up on the dock, and a long cordon was set up around it. The captain and the deputy captain went to the bridge to command the whole process, and he asked me to watch from the side.

There were many people on the bridge, so I couldn't show up, but Lindemann and the captain knew I was there. After Lindemann woke up from a nap, he found that he was not that difficult to accept my presence, and then we had dinner together that night and got to know each other. Of course, I saw him having dinner with the captain. Lindemann was actually not arrogant, and he was very open with his subordinates. We quickly started chatting. I generously said on the spot that I would cooperate with him when he was operating the ship.

The crane on the ship carefully lifted the shells one by one, and the crew members put the shells into the ammunition depot via the elevator. Everyone in the process was operating nervously, and several recruits even had their hands shaking when they touched the shells. It was not their fault, after all, the shells weighed more than a ton. If there was any problem with the crane and the shells exploded, the entire front deck and the dock would be killed by the shock wave. If there was another explosion, I would be sunk in the berth.

Actually, I was also very nervous. I stared at the huge shells hanging in the air, clenched my fingers, and was ready to close the door and the shell hoist of the ammunition depot in an instant if it was not careful. In this way, even if it exploded on my deck, there would be no internal explosion. In this way, the worst case scenario was that the deck would be destroyed.

I don’t know if it hurts, I touched my face worriedly.

The captain and his men don't have to worry. The armor on the bridge is enough to withstand direct fire from large-caliber naval guns. Unless I silence it directly, these explosions can't do anything to it.

In addition to the main gun shells transported by the ship crane, there are also a lot of 150 caliber and 105 caliber ordinary shells that need to be carried by sailors. Seeing them staggering with a few hundred kilograms of smooth shells, I was really worried. Although the 150 shells are not as abnormal as the 380 main guns, even if they exploded, they would not cause much harm to me, but for the fragile human body, the consequences are the same, all of them are fragmented.

They worked nervously from 8 am to 6 pm. Even the captain did not leave the bridge. Even lunch was brought up by the orderly. With the efforts of all the crew members, the mission was finally completed without any danger.

Why do we say it was a close call?

A new recruit was walking up the gangway when his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. I watched the shell sink through the gap and the warhead was about to hit the deck. The people around me didn't have time to lift the shell. I was ready to close all the watertight doors to reduce the damage, but a scene that surprised all of us happened. The new recruit who fell down got the courage from nowhere and rolled over and put his legs directly on the falling shell.

"Crack" I think I heard the sound of bones breaking clearly. The handsome face of the recruit was distorted, and the originally straight thigh became a strange angle. The impact of a shell weighing hundreds of kilograms was not something that the human skeleton could withstand, and the thigh bone broke cleanly. The young man was very tough, and even though his face was flushed, he did not scream. It was not until his comrades hurriedly moved the shell away that he let out an uncontrollable gasp.

The military doctor quickly carried him away. Although this was an accident caused by himself, his subsequent behavior still shocked me - using his body to block the impact of the shell and avoid a possible major accident.

Witnessing this scene, I felt the essence of iron and responsibility hidden in this nation. I remember that the young man was not in good condition when he was carrying the shells. He was pale and short of breath due to fear and nervousness - this was normal for a new soldier. But the fearlessness he showed at the critical moment was enough to cover up his shortcomings. This is something hidden in the bones and blood of this nation, passed down from generation to generation, and is something that no one can change.

Later, I went to learn about the young man's condition. Although he was seriously injured, the military doctor said that as long as he rested well, there would be no sequelae. I breathed a sigh of relief and thought about suggesting to the captain that Hans (the young man, this name is really a common name) should not go out to sea next time, and let him stay on the shore to recuperate. The weather next time will not be very good, and it is not suitable for me to rest.

As usual, I went to the captain's room at night. Although I could just walk through the wall, I still knocked on the door out of courtesy.

"Come in," the captain said from inside

As soon as he finished speaking, I appeared in front of him, which was obviously a long-planned move.

"Excuse me, Captain," I said with a smile

"I know you have nowhere to go, find a place to sit, I have something to do now."

"Yeah," I nodded obediently.

The captain probably had some documents to deal with, so after he sat down, I went to the reception room outside. There was no TV or other entertainment tools at this time, so I had to find a book on the bookshelf and flip through a few pages to kill time.

"Huh? There are fruits too." I saw a plate of grapes on the small round table. They should be prepared by the orderly for the captain. The captain's is mine, so I picked up a grape and threw it into my mouth without hesitation.

Well, it tastes okay. I licked my lips and picked up another one. When the captain came out, there was not much fruit left.

The captain didn't even look at the fruit, which made me wonder if he had never eaten it before. He just looked at me and said, "You don't eat anything, do you?"

"Ah, it's okay. I won't be hungry if I don't eat, but I won't be full if I eat." I explained that the reason I didn't eat last time was because I was still not used to the taste of Western food.

"What's the matter?" The captain sat down opposite me and took out a book.

"No, can't you come over for a stroll if you have nothing to do, Captain, you know I've been holding it in for two years, and now I can finally find someone to talk to, can you stop pestering me?" I said as a matter of course

"I remember that Lindemann also knows about your existence," the captain "kindly" reminded

"I don't know where the deputy captain went to drink with the chief engineer again," I complained, "I had no choice but to come to you."

"Okay," the captain was speechless, "you can stay here until ten o'clock, and then go back to your own place."

"Good Captain"

The two of us read quietly, the air was filled with the rustling of pages and long breaths, the dim light from the incandescent lamp at that time hit my face, it was particularly warm, I felt warm and cozy. I gradually felt that my whole brain was empty, immersed in this atmosphere, I forgot all my troubles, including the upcoming World War and Operation Rhine.

However, I feel that all the good times are short-lived. Ten o'clock comes quickly and the captain is ready to rest.

"Then good night, Captain." I stood up with some regret, took my hat from the coat rack, and said goodbye.

"Well, you should go to bed early too," the captain waved his hand

I walked out of the captain's room. For someone like me who doesn't need sleep, the nightlife has just begun. In the long night, I was thinking about where to go for a walk.

It has been two days since I arrived at Kiel Harbor, and I have not yet left the ship. Before the ship was formed, my range of movement was pitifully small, but later I could gradually reach places several kilometers around, and now I don’t know how far I can go.

How about giving it a try tonight? I said to myself. My senses have improved a lot, so I should be able to go to places farther away.

After getting off the dock, my real body didn’t show up until it was far away, and I began to walk slowly out.

I thought it would be less noticeable at night, but I forgot one thing. At this time, there were people walking towards the port. They were all sailors who had finished drinking in the bar and were rushing back to the ship. They came back in groups of three or four, drunk, and started whistling when they saw me.

Isn't this what American soldiers like to do? Can anyone tell me why I also see it in Germans!

I avoided their gazes with a headache. In World War II, girls wore skirts and few wore pants. I was even more eye-catching in my military uniform. Those drunkards who wanted to "chat" with girls were easy to deal with. I wouldn't mind punching them. What worried me was that I could hear some junior officers whispering to each other through my perception. They were probably questioning my identity.

"When did the Bismarck have female crew members?"

You know, in the West during World War II, women's status was not very high. Even wearing pants would be criticized, let alone going to the battlefield? Female crew members on warships would only appear in the future. It really doesn't make sense for me to be like this - not to mention that although my face is white, I can still tell at a glance that I am Asian, only my hair is blond.

I regret coming out at night and showing my body!

I can imagine the captain's expression when he hears the rumor tomorrow.

"Miss, which department are you from on the Bismarck? I'm from the ship next to you."

Finally, someone came up to me fearlessly. I looked at him and had no memory of him. Good, you are not from my ship, I thought.

"What do you want to do?" I said coldly. After staying with the SS for two years, I had long since gotten rid of the soft and sticky thoughts of peacetime, especially the battleship's big ship and big gun thinking had a stronger influence on me. I now subconsciously believe that strength can solve everything.

"Tell me your name, and I'll get out of the way." The man with the slurred speech managed to utter a word.

"Get out of here and I'll tell you" I sneered

"You! Don't think I don't hit women!"

I sneered

I clenched my fists, and to outsiders I looked like I was shaking with anger, but in fact I was just thinking about how much strength I should use to avoid killing him. Anyway, since he was not a guy on my boat, I didn't need to show mercy.

After one person came forward, more and more people gathered around me. Some people, hoping for chaos in the world, accused me of being a spy. As a result, the scene became even more chaotic. It seemed as if they were going to attack me if I didn't cooperate.

"Very good," I smiled, "Are you ready to join us?"

Are there any spies as eye-catching as me? I'm really worried about their IQ.

Just when we were at a stalemate, a rebuke suddenly came from outside the crowd.

"Stop it all!"

Eh? It's a familiar voice. It's Lindemann. I unclenched my fist. I don't have to do anything with my boss here. He will help me solve it.

After a while, two people pushed through the crowd and it turned out to be Lindemann and the chief engineer.

"It's you!" Lindeman's eyes almost popped out when he saw me. "Why are you here?"

"Deputy Captain, do you know him?" the chief engineer asked curiously.

"Deputy Captain, I've been mistaken for a spy." I spread my hands helplessly, indicating that I was innocent.

"Go away, go away, this lady is our captain's friend," the deputy captain said to the people around him with a headache, "I know her."

The people around were pushing and shoving and refused to disperse. The sailor who was causing the trouble stuck his head out and shouted, "She is a spy. What kind of woman would dress like this!"

"I am the deputy captain of the Bismarck. If you have any questions, let your captain come to me," Lindmann said slowly.

Everyone fell silent immediately. There were ordinary destroyers all around. The captain was only a major, while the ordinary department heads of the Bismarck were all majors, not to mention the captain and the deputy captain. The gap was huge.

"Any questions?" Lindman raised his voice.

"No, it's probably a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." The sailor also came to his senses and saw Lindmann's rank clearly in the darkness. He was speechless for a moment.

"If you don't have it, go back and don't make me go find your captain," Lindman stared at him and said indifferently, the threat was self-evident.

"Yes, sir"

"Captain, I think you need to go back first. I have something to say to this lady." Lindman said to the chief engineer after the crowd dispersed.

The chief engineer looked at me curiously, then at Lindman, and the meaning in his eyes was too obvious.

"Don't think too much," Lindman said helplessly.

"Okay, Deputy Commander, since you have an appointment, I'll go back first."

I waved to the chief engineer. I knew him, but he didn't know me.

"Goodbye, beautiful lady"

"Why are you here? How did you get seen?" Lindman pulled me aside and asked in a low voice

"I just wanted to go out for a walk," I said. "I haven't been out for three days. Who knew I would run into something like this as soon as I went out?"

"Hey, don't tell the captain," I said to him worriedly.

"Do you think the captain doesn't know? There is a very obvious ship emblem on your clothes. It will definitely be spread everywhere tomorrow."

"That's not the end," I was frustrated.

"Forget it, forget it. I've been seen anyway. I'm going to get out even if I have to be punished." I just gave up.

"You're still going out?" Lindman asked in surprise. "It's so late, aren't you going to sleep?"

"I have something to do," I said, "Do I need to sleep?"

"What do you want? Is it urgent? How about I find a car to take you there?" Lindeman said

My eyes lit up. I wanted to test how far I could go. It would definitely take a long time to walk on my own, but it would be much faster with a car.

"Okay," I said happily, "I couldn't ask for more."

Lindemann looked at me speechlessly.

"I'm impressed. Wait, I'm going to borrow a car."

"hurry up!"

Chapter 11: Local accent

"Get in the car," Lindemann opened the door, "Where are you going?"

"Deputy Captain, just keep driving outwards with this point as the center."

"Where have you been?" The deputy chief turned and looked at me.

He wouldn't think I was kidding him, I quickly explained, "Last time I told you, Captain, that I had been staying in the shipyard for two years because I couldn't leave the main body too far, but this distance is positively correlated with the completion of the hull, and now I'm in the water."

"So you want to see how far you can get away?" Lindemann continued

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay, I'll go with you then," Lindman started the car. "Just tell me directly next time. Walking like you is not only conspicuous but also slow."

“I didn’t expect there were cars available.”

Would you still leave if you knew I would? I thought about it, but it was not certain. There were no taxis at this time. After all, there were only a few people with cars. I couldn't trouble the captain and the deputy captain to drive for me. Today was completely unexpected, so I got to know Lindemann's good temper a little more.

It was not until I got in the car that I realized that this car was the Mercedes-Benz that became famous in later generations. It was incredible to think that I had actually ridden in a classic Mercedes-Benz during World War II.