Bismarck

If Francis knew that there would be a TV called ccav in the future, well, he would definitely change his words.

"I am the captain of the Apollo. My mission is to bring you and the crew back safely. This time we were unlucky and ran into the Bismarck, so I will not let my crew do something that will surely lead to their death!" Francis said firmly, "If the ship is gone, it's gone!"

Francis was not really sure about what he said. He was just relying on the so-called chivalry of the German army, especially the chivalry of the German navy. If it was really as the newspaper said, forget it, just consider it bad luck.

"Stop the ship!" Francis shouted. "Raise the white flag!"

The Apollo slowly stopped, and in the crew's puzzled eyes, a white flag appeared at the most conspicuous place on the mast.

"What's happening here?"

"I do not know."

"You want to surrender? To whom?"

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The crew looked at their captain amid whispers, and Francis came out helplessly to announce the situation that Apollo was facing.

"The German ships have locked on to us and we are surrendering to them."

The crew was stunned by this situation, and then there was an uproar. Germans?!

"We should fight to the end!!!" a crew member shouted, "The Germans will kill us!"

"Resist? How to resist?!" Francis threw his hat at his crew member in anger. "The Bismarck is across the way, what do you want to do?"

"We need to tell the Royal Navy about this!"

"Tell the Royal Navy? Before your message got out, the German shells were already coming!"

"We're all going to die anyway! What are we afraid of..."

"Who told you that you'll all die?" Francis looked at his immature crew members with a headache and sneered, "I can tell you clearly that sending a telegram will definitely lead to death, but there is still a glimmer of hope if you surrender. It's up to you to choose how to do it. I'm telling you in advance that I'm the captain and my responsibility is to bring most of the people back to Britain. If you want to die, I can ask you to get off the ship first!"

"Communicator!" said Francis.

"exist!"

"Whoever wants to break into the telegraph room, just shoot him without asking any questions!" Francis angrily gave him a pistol.

"Ah? Yes!"

At this time, the huge figure of the Bismarck had appeared within sight of the naked eye, and it was getting closer and bigger. The crew stood on the deck in silence, the pressure in their hearts as heavy as a mountain.

The six gun barrels of the Bismarck were slowly pointed at them. If they fired...

Francis, who seemed calm, was also sweating nervously.

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"Captain, they have stopped the ship, the white flag is hoisted, and no radio signal is detected!"

"Very good, just move closer." Lütjens looked ahead and said, "Always pay attention to the radio signals. Once found, no matter what the content is, sink it immediately!"

"Understood!" Bismarck agreed.

The content of this action could only be accidental. Not long after Bismarck finished talking to Lindemann, he detected a merchant ship sailing alone in the Atlantic Ocean.

How can we let go of a lone merchant ship?

Lütjens did not hesitate and immediately ordered the Bismarck to send a stop order to the merchant ship, which was the telegram Francis received earlier. However, Lütjens' original intention was to get the heavy oil on the merchant ship, which was what they lacked most at the moment. As for the good supply and a big meal afterwards, it was something he had not expected.

Now, Bismarck was approaching the merchant ship at a rapid speed.

The merchant ship stopped "obediently" and there was no message for help, but out of a mischievous mentality, Bismarck still aimed the muzzles of his 380-caliber cannons at the Helios.

When the black muzzle of the gun swept over the crew members at close range...the feeling was so sour and refreshing.

The two ships swayed slightly and stuck together. The sailors who were already fully armed and on standby on the deck quickly controlled the crew of the Apollo with their guns.

"I am the captain of the Apollo, and I want to see your captain!" Francis stood up calmly and shouted to an officer on the Bismarck. He had to fight for the rights of his crew.

The young officer had been warned to "enforce the law in a civilized manner," so when he heard this, he glanced at Francis. He took a step forward, checked whether Francis was carrying any weapons, then tilted his head to look at him.

"follow me!"

Bismarck was chatting with Lütjens on the bridge. There were few people on the bridge at this time. The two of them stood on the ear and watched the situation outside. Bismarck quietly pulled Lütjens with his fingers, and seeing that he did not respond, he held his hand with his, and interlocked his five fingers at the same time. Body temperature was transmitted to each other through skin.

Aren't all Chinese lovers like this? Seeing Lütjens looking at him, Bismarck smiled foolishly but didn't let go of his hand.

"Captain, the captain of the Apollo wants to see you!" the adjutant walked over and said, his eyes straight ahead, ignoring Bismarck's little movements.

The relationship between Secretary Bismarck and the captain...is probably the most obvious lie.

"Bring him here."

"Yes!" The adjutant immediately turned and left.

The adjutant thought that he should go find someone to have a drink later. He was a single guy, and seeing Secretary Bismarck show off his affection like this, he immediately felt like he had been hit hard... He couldn't stay any longer!

"You can let go of your hands now." Lütjens said to the people around him with a smile.

"No! It doesn't matter, it's okay, Captain!" Bismarck said "toughly", "I'm so beautiful, are you afraid of being embarrassed?"

"...It's up to you."

ps: I finally wrote the 100th chapter! This is Qianqiu's first book. To be honest, I didn't expect it to be so long. I thought if I wrote it alone, I would definitely give up before I could finish 100,000 words. It was you who encouraged me in the book review section and in the comments! Whenever I reached a bottleneck, I looked at the book review section and felt that I couldn't give up like this. I persisted step by step. I hope you will like what I write in the future!

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Chapter 101: I’m full!

"Dear Captain Bismarck, I am the captain of the Apollo, Francis."

"Hello, Mr. Francis." The captain nodded slightly at him.

The man who claimed to be the captain first looked at me in surprise, then turned to the captain and said seriously, "Captain, I strongly protest against Bismarck's behavior!"

Only those who don't have the strength will protest strongly. I laughed at his indignant expression. It seems that I have heard too much about protests.

"Oh, what kind of behavior?" the captain asked in confusion.

"This is a civilian ship, protected by international law. My crew members are all non-military personnel and should not be treated like this! With all due respect -"

"No, you don't have to say it, it's not a good thing anyway..."

I suddenly said something at the side, which almost choked Captain Francis to death.

"Cough, cough, cough." He coughed in an ungraceful manner, probably because he was choked by his saliva.

You deserve it. Even as a prisoner, you still want to stand on the moral high ground. Don’t you know that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit?

"Bismarck!" The captain looked at me and said lightly.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, you guys continue." I clasped my hands together and smiled flatteringly at the captain.

"Mr. Francis, please continue." The captain said gracefully, just like the knights in the Middle Ages - even if two people are fighting to the death, necessary etiquette is still necessary before the duel.

"Excuse me, Captain, this is a pirate act! Is the Bismarck a pirate ship?"

Sorry... I am the pirate ship. When I heard this, I thought silently, hit me!

"Is this an act of piracy, Mr. Francis?" the captain asked with a smile. "I think this is a very normal act of war. The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is at war with the German Empire. As the commander of the German Navy, I have the right to sink all ships serving the war."

"But my Apollo is a civilian ship!"

"As far as I know, the Apollo has been requisitioned by the United Kingdom. I can regard the food and other supplies it is carrying as serving the British government. As for the buyer and seller, I think it should be possible to tell from the ship's shipping bill. What do you think, Mr. Francis?" The captain spoke calmly and there was obviously no threatening tone in his voice, but he still left Francis speechless.

The captain was probably just guessing, what could be found out from the shipping bill, how could a naval captain like him know that? But looking at Francis's expression, I knew the captain was right.

"So, Mr. Francis, I'm already treating you well by not sinking the Apollo as soon as we met."

"Captain, we need one of them to take to the oil tank!" The adjutant reappeared on the bridge.

"Mr. Francis, what do you think?" The captain did not answer, but just asked Mr. Captain.

Francis probably guessed the fate of the Apollo. What use was a merchant ship without oil? He sighed dejectedly.

"You can find my first mate and ask him to take you to the oil tank. I just hope my crew members can be safe now."

"Did you hear that? Go ahead. And take a look at the cargo hold as well!" the captain said to the adjutant.

"Yes! Captain!"

"Mr. Francis, you can rest assured that our German navy will not harm your crew as long as they exercise restraint."

"May I ask what you will do with the Helios?"

"It was sunk, of course."

Such a captain is really... sinister. My future seems dark. I guess I will be oppressed for the rest of my life.

Pressing... Uh, my face turned red, as if I thought of something bad again.

Francis was taken down by a sailor and settled down, along with his crew members. There were only a few dozen people on a merchant ship, so even if all of them were accepted, they would not cause a commotion compared to my 2000 crew members. However, in order to avoid some unpleasant things, each crew member was arranged to live in a sailor's cabin with my crew members. I took them to eat at mealtimes and lived (monitored) with them at other times, so that they could experience the feeling of being on board.

Francis certainly had privileges as the captain. I gave him a single room, and he seemed to have accepted the fact that the Apollo was going to be sunk. In the following days, he served as a prisoner peacefully. The captain did not restrict their freedom (after all, if they wanted to enter the core module, I would definitely be able to discover it at the first time, and the captain was not worried at all that they would cause sabotage), so when he had nothing to do, he would go to the deck to chat with the sailors, discuss their opinions, and then take a look at my hull and so on.

After draining the heavy oil from the Apollo, my oil tank was almost full. I burped nonchalantly in front of the captain to show that I was full.

"Are you full?" The captain put his arm around my shoulders and stood with me, watching the busy crew members below.

Although I am tall, I have a slim frame. The captain held me tightly in one arm, leaning against his chest. I put part of my weight (note: a very small part, 50,000 tons is probably too much for the captain) on him and leaned slightly. It was a great feeling to have little Tirpitz by my side.

"I'm full." I smiled with satisfaction. After all, I consumed 4000 tons of heavy oil. Now I can run at a speed of 37 knots.

"I think the crew members are also very happy this time." The captain said with a smile.

He originally just wanted the heavy oil from the Apollo, but he didn't expect that the Apollo was loaded with food and various frozen meats. Although our supplies can last for a long time, who wouldn't want this for free? We can eat and drink for many days.

So when the crew, led by the crew of the Apollo, opened the containers, the cheers could be heard clearly even on the bridge.

"Add more food, add more food!"

"Haha, what good luck!"

The crew of the Apollo smiled somewhat bitterly, but soon one of the crew members patted him on the shoulder and said, "Haha, don't worry. You can't eat these goods on the ship. It doesn't matter. You can eat whatever you want when you transfer to our ship. Find me then and I'll take you to the restaurant!" He winked at him.

"..."

"Lindman, have you finished moving the things?" asked the captain.

"The heavy oil of the Helios has been drained. As for the other things, we don't have much space on our ship to put them, so we have to give up." Lindman said with a look of regret.

"Just give up. It's been five hours. It's almost time to go." The captain looked at his watch and it was getting dark outside.

"Yes."

"Use the Helios to send a telegram to the British Navy, asking for help and telling them our coordinates."

"Yes."

"Remember, speak farther away so that our route doesn't overlap."

"Haha, Captain, don't worry."

After finally retrieving the crew member who sent the telegram, my cable was unlocked and I slowly separated from the Helios.

"Secondary guns ready!"

"Secondary guns are ready!"

All the crew members of the Apollo entered the cabin, not wanting to see their ship sinking. Only Francis stood outside silently.

"Fire!"

With an order, after a deafening burst of artillery fire, the merchant ship was riddled with holes and quickly sank.

Francis looked at the turbulent sea with an expressionless face, wondering what he was thinking.

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P.S.: By the way, I will post a sequel about Count Zeppelin later. It was written by someone in our group. It is well written. He said he would give it to me, so I just posted it here. But it is a bit long, so I will not divide it into parts less than 1000 words. I will post it together. If you like it, read it. It is well written~

Zeppelin will definitely appear in the main story later, and Goering will not die. Let me talk about the characterization. Bismarck is the sweet lover type, Grape is the good wife and mother type who stays at home, for example, washing clothes for Lindemann, cooking and so on, and as for Zeppelin, he is the serious type! Look forward to it!

Zeppelin

Episode Ⅰ "Noon"

Before my eyes, the black curtain faded away like the tide, and my thoughts gradually became clear.