Bismarck

"Okay, I get it. I have a special mission for the Bismarck when the time comes."

"The special one... is the Fuhrer!"

"Okay, if you're alright, you can go down now."

"I have one more thing to tell you about the Zeppelin."

"what happened?"

"The Zeppelin has been launched recently, but the carrier-based aircraft that the Air Force promised me have not yet arrived. I have urged them several times but there is no response. Führer, you see..."

Hitler looked at his naval marshal with some headache. He certainly knew the reason why the carrier-based aircraft were not in place, and the dispute between sea and air also gave him a headache.

"Okay, I got it." He waved his hand. "I'll tell Goering."

"Yes, Führer."

Reger saluted and walked out.

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Of course, Bismarck, who was thousands of kilometers away, would not know all this. At this time, she was playing affectionately with her sister Grape in the captain's room.

Just thinking about sister play makes it seem so beautiful.

After sinking the Resolution the night before, it would have been no problem to sink more transport ships at Bismarck's speed. However, since the transport ships had already fled in all directions at this time, the efficiency of attacking them one by one was very low. In addition, it was estimated that aircraft carriers would arrive at dawn. After many anti-aircraft battles, the stock of Bismarck's anti-aircraft shells was already very low. For safety reasons, Lütjens gave up expanding the results of the battle and ordered the Bismarck to retreat to the south. It left the British search range at the maximum speed of 37 knots overnight. As a result, the British carrier-based aircraft that came later came up empty-handed, and Tovey was so angry that he smashed the pencil again.

The British were very angry, but the crew of the Bismarck was very excited. There were many surprises this time. Although there were losses, they were nothing compared to the results of the battle. Tirpitz treated his sister like a god of war, following her like a tail all day long, which made Lindemann jealous and envious - but it was useless.

Bismarck held Tirpitz and let her sit on his lap, facing her captain.

"The Navy Department must be going crazy with joy this time." Bismarck sniffed Ti Zi's hair and looked at Lütjens teasingly.

"Yes, the Führer is also very happy." Lütjens was of course in a good mood, and he took out a telegram.

"What is this?" Bismarck asked puzzledly.

"Here, take it."

Bismarck took it and glanced at it, and found that it was a telegram of commendation.

"Congratulations, Captain~"

"Although my name is written on it, it should be for you." Lütjens said with a smile, "Without you, I dare not fight this battle."

"Hehehe..." Bismarck smiled embarrassedly. Although the captain was telling the truth, why did he feel a little embarrassed?

"It doesn't matter, Captain, what's mine is yours!" she said with a blushing face.

"Of course, yours is also mine~"

"What belongs to my sister is obviously mine!" Tizi said to Lütjens with dissatisfaction while sitting on his sister's lap.

"Shut up, kid!" Bismarck pinched Tirpitz's ear rudely, making the latter pout successfully.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Lütjens coughed lightly. He probably couldn't stand the sisters showing off their affection in front of him, so he changed the subject.

"How much ammunition do you have left?" Since he had a fully automatic computer by his side, Lütjens was too lazy to ask the crew such questions. Asking Bismarck directly would actually allow him to draw a more accurate conclusion.

"After so many battles, I only have less than a quarter of my main gun shells, and even fewer anti-aircraft shells for the rest of the range. I still have a lot of secondary gun shells." Bismarck checked his internal organs and quickly came up with the data.

"That's why I want to withdraw early." Lütjens sighed. "The main guns can still hold out for a while, but even if I bring double the anti-aircraft shells before I leave, it's still not enough."

"It's time to seek supplies." said Lütjens.

"Okay, I understand." He nodded. "By the way, the Navy Department has approved your modification plan!"

"is it?"

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Chapter 99: Supply Ship Atlantis

The Bismarck, which had experienced many battles, was already short of ammunition, especially anti-aircraft shells. Now they were in urgent need of logistical supplies, but where could they get them in this vast Atlantic Ocean?

The answer lies on the attack ship.

Bismarck's operation to disrupt the trade was already planned. As early as March, an attack ship disguised as a merchant ship had already headed for the Atlantic Ocean. They carried heavy oil and ammunition, and were a mobile warehouse. However, in order to maintain their concealment, the attack ship usually maintained one-way communication, that is, only the receiver was turned on. Only when the ship that needed supplies sent a specific code to it, it would agree on a location, and then both parties would meet and start supplying.

So after the Bismarck sent out a specific signal, her companion ship soon responded. There was no further words, only a string of encrypted coordinates.

Through the decoding of the confidential staff, Lütjens soon got the specific location, which was a coordinate near Dakar. Dakar is located at the tip of the Cape Verde Peninsula, the westernmost part of the African continent, and borders the Atlantic Ocean. The geographical location is very important. It is a key point on the Atlantic route and an important gateway to West Africa. It is an important stopover for ships traveling between Europe and South America, and between southern Africa and North America. As for why the attack ship went to such a place, everyone knows it.

"The attack ship is not fast, so we have to go." Lütjens said apologetically to his warship.

"Don't worry, it's not far anyway." Bismarck waved his hand to indicate that the captain didn't need to worry. "I'm not very tired from running. It will only take a day or two at most. It's okay."

"Yes." Lütjens nodded. "Then the goal is Dakar. Let's go!"

"understand!"

"Um, Captain, I have a question."

"Hmm, what's up?"

"At least tell me the direction. I don't know which way to go..."

"..."

Of course, this was just a joke. Under the guidance of the navigator, Bismarck, who didn't know the way, couldn't get lost. After a day and a night of high-speed sailing, she took a look at the scenery of the Atlantic Ocean and soon arrived at the coordinate point she received. When she was more than ten nautical miles away, she found a "merchant ship" sailing slowly.

"Captain, he's disguised really well." Bismarck and Lütjens said with a smile while standing on the bridge. "If I hadn't observed it from the inside, I really wouldn't have known it was a battleship."

The Atlantis in front of us has a fully camouflaged hull. Not only does it have several more chimneys, but what is even more surprising is that there are crew members hiding in the chimneys and burning wood to create a smoking scene. There is also a lifelike upper deck on top of it, and all weapons and equipment including cannons and torpedo launchers are hidden underneath.

"They want to stay undetected in the Atlantic Ocean. This is of course necessary," Lütjens said. "Communications officer, send them a message and tell them we have arrived."

"Yes, Captain!"

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"Hey, guys, haven't you always wanted to meet the Bismarck? Now that she's here, hurry up and prepare the supplies! We need to give the Bismarck a good meal!" Lieutenant Commander Bernhard Rogge ordered loudly on the "bridge". Originally, this should have been a serious scene, but with his funny tone, it sounded so funny that the crew members all laughed.

"What are you laughing at!" Bernhard blew his beard and said dissatisfiedly.

Ever since these guys found out that they were to become the companion ships of the flagship Bismarck, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep for several days. They were all looking forward to seeing the majestic figure of Bismarck as soon as possible.

(Persian cat: It’s okay if you want to see my figure, who said I’m majestic?! Stand up!)

However, the situation did not go as planned. Atlantis, the attack ship, had already left the port, just before Bismarck arrived, so the guys did not see Bismarck, and they were all very depressed these days. In addition, they heard the Fuehrer's commendation order for Bismarck yesterday, and knew the Bismarck's almost legendary record, which made them even more eager, envious and respectful. They all hoped to see their flagship as soon as possible.

Of course, as Bismarck's supply ship, there is only one situation in which they can see Bismarck... But is it really a good idea to always expect Bismarck to run out of shells?

Bernhard would tell others that he thinks so too...

However, their wish soon came true. The Bismarck had recently notified Atlantis that it needed supplies, and the young men were all standing by the side of the ship, looking at it with great excitement.

Bernhard stood on a high place holding a telescope. In his field of vision, the mast of the Bismarck's huge body had already been revealed, and the curvature of the earth was particularly obvious at this time.

"Sure enough, it is my wish to be able to control such a large warship and fight the British in an open battle." Bernhard thought a little disappointed. As a captain, such a comparison always makes people feel uncomfortable. However, he quickly adjusted his mood.

"Boys, prepare the supplies!"

"Yes!"

The huge body of the Bismarck was getting closer and closer to Atlantis. The cable from the Bismarck was thrown up first. The cable as thick as a forearm was quickly tied to the mooring column by the crew, then straightened and slowed down. Finally, the two ships slowly approached under the action of inertia.

"Tighten the rope!" Lindemann shouted.

After hearing this, the crew members immediately wrapped the rope in their hands around the mooring post several times and tied it up tightly using friction.

"Docking completed! Start resupply!"

The hatch of Atlantis opened, and with the help of the crane, ammunition and other supplies were continuously transported in. A thick pipe came out of the oil tank of the attack ship, and then went deep into the oil tank of Bismarck, and through the oil pump, heavy oil flowed in steadily.

In order to prevent being seen by the British or his allies while resupplying, Bismarck naturally started to use human radar.

"Captain, this is the supply list provided by Bernhard. Take a look."

Lindemann handed a small note to Lütjens.

"30 shells... 105 shells, 150, huh?"

"Can heavy oil only provide 1000 tons?" Lütjens pointed to one of the projects and asked in confusion.

"Yeah, Bourne said they don't have enough fuel, so they can only..."

"Forget it, 1000 tons is 1000 tons, it can hold out for a while." Lütjens looked at Bismarck and asked, "How much oil do you have left in your tank?"

"There are still about 2000 tons." Bismarck replied quickly.

"It turns out that high-speed sailing consumes too much fuel." Lütjens calculated the distance from the German port to here, and then sighed.

"Captain, I told you, the fuel consumption at 37 knots is astonishing." Bismarck said embarrassedly. This was not his problem.

"Sister, you have such a big appetite!" Tirpitz laughed secretly with his hands covering his mouth beside his captain.

"What does a kid know! Shut up!" Soon, Bismarck snorted and pinched Tirpitz's little face, rubbing it casually.

“Hmm…Hmm.”

"For 3000 tons, you should be more economical and use economic speed from now on."

"It's the Captain."

The replenishment went smoothly without any interruption from British aircraft. It lasted for several hours until dark. Everyone was very happy with the replenishment. The crew of Atlantis was naturally happy to have close contact with the Bismarck, while the crew of Bismarck was stared at with envy by their colleagues, which made them even more proud.

Everybody is happy. The only unhappy one might be Bismarck herself, because the crew from the other side often take photos on the deck of Bismarck. It’s okay to take photos, but they can’t stand using themselves as the background!

As a result, many Atlantis crew members fell to the ground inexplicably...

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Chapter 100: I am the Pirate Ship

After eating and drinking, Bismarck separated from his frigates and headed north, leaving the waters near Dakar. Because the Norwegian campaign was in full swing and the British main fleet was also patrolling nearby, it was obviously inappropriate for the Bismarck, which lacked a quarter of its firepower, to rush into the North Sea rashly, and it might face a situation of being surrounded and beaten. In view of this situation, Lütjens decided to go north to Iceland and return to Germany from the Icelandic waters.

"It's really slow." Looking at the endless sea and his turtle-like speed, the bow of the ship couldn't even splash water very high. Bismarck, who was used to high maneuvers, said he really couldn't stand it.

"Just be content. Your current speed is 25 knots, which is faster than Nelson." Lindemann looked at the speed and smiled. The speed of Bismarck was beyond the reach of many battleships, but it was not as fast as cruisers and destroyers.

Bismarck pouted in dissatisfaction. There was nothing she could do. Her fuel consumption rate was too horrible. Even though she had made some drag reduction changes to her ship, when a 37-ton ship ran at a high speed of knots, the fuel burned so fast that she couldn't bear to watch. In order to get home smoothly, she could only reduce her speed.

If we run out of oil on the way, the consequences will be...

Ahhh, I really am not a big eater, a cat howled.

"Please bear with it for a while. We are now in a diplomatic operation. If you are lucky, your fuel tank will be full soon." Lindemann patted his (aunt) (sister-in-law) subordinate's shoulder and consoled him, with a "treacherous" smile on his face.

"Eh? What do you mean?"

Bismarck expressed confusion and said he didn't understand.

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The Apollo was a freighter under a shipping company of the British Empire that was urgently requisitioned during the war. It loaded a large amount of agricultural and sideline products and food at the port of South America and prepared to go to the British mainland. Since there was only one freighter departing from the port at that time, there was no warship to escort it, so it sailed alone in the Atlantic for a long time. The crew was not very worried. They ate and slept every day. The atmosphere of war seemed far from being reflected on them. After all, the range of German submarine activities was not that large at that time, and they had been in a calm environment for so many days since they set out from South America.

A few days ago, Captain Francis learned that the largest German battleship Bismarck had slipped into the Atlantic Ocean. The telegram required all ships to be alert and report to the Royal Navy immediately if they found any trace of Bismarck. When Francis received the telegram, he just glanced at it casually and didn't take it seriously. The battle site between Bismarck and the Royal Navy was far away from him. How could he run into it at the speed of the battleship? Besides, the Atlantic Ocean was so big. He should end this voyage as soon as possible so that he could be free and unrestrained.

However, when he received this telegram, Francis' expression was conflicted... There were two paths before him.

1. Immediately follow the trail of the Royal Navy's Bismarck, then break away at "high speed" and sink it after being caught up.

2. Maintain radio silence and wait for the Bismarck to approach.

Because the telegram reads: I am the German Navy's Bismarck battleship. I have locked onto you and order you to stop immediately! If a radio signal is detected coming from your ship, you will be sunk immediately! "

"First mate, have you seen the Bismarck?" Francis sighed.

"Captain, nothing is seen yet!" The first mate observed the sea diligently, but the sea was empty, there was nothing.

"Captain, what should we do?" the first mate asked worriedly.

In British propaganda, the Germans were portrayed as unforgivable murderers who invaded other countries' territories and occupied their resources all day long, and used every possible means to burn, kill and loot. Some media even claimed that anyone who fell into the hands of the Germans would be killed. In order to convince people, they even solemnly found a bunch of witnesses to support their testimony.

Since we are all going to die, we might as well fight to the end. Many people think this way, including the first mate, but the captain obviously doesn't think so.

"Should we tell the Royal Navy the Bismarck's, uh, coordinates?" the first mate said hesitantly, although the consequences...

"And then the Bismarck caught up and sank it?" The captain said with a smile, "If the Germans knew that we sent the coordinates, I don't need to tell you what the consequences would be."

"But if it falls into the hands of the Germans, according to what the newspapers say..."

"My dear first mate," Francis said helplessly, "how can you believe what you read in the newspaper?"