Bismarck

Lindemann took Tizi to familiarize himself with the equipment on the warship. The crew members around him seemed to be used to this behavior. Although I couldn't see it, all kinds of gossips never stopped, and these gossips ranged from military discipline scandals to A Chinese Ghost Story. It was just that Tizi and I stood next to the chaplain when he performed (tiao) worship (da) (shen), and of course nothing happened (of course, the "unlucky" chaplain fell a few times or hit his forehead a few times afterwards, which was "nothing to do with me" haha~). But I am also glad that it is the 20th century now. If it were the Middle Ages, the Inquisition would probably come to my door.

Well~ I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let these chattering crew members go for once. I gently rubbed my chin against the captain's hat, looking out the window at the thick, rolling clouds like a big quilt, the quiet icebergs reflecting the falling snowflakes, as beautiful as a fairyland. I couldn't help but be a little lost: How nice it would be if it could go on like this forever, and it would be best if it could go on forever, until a very, very long time...

After sailing for several days without any incident, it might be a bit boring for the crew, but for the captain and I, it was a rare opportunity to relax this month. The tense nerves relaxed and I was in a good mood to joke. There were so many things happening in April that I felt my brain was running out of energy.

"I've been relying on coffee these days." After slowly sipping the coffee I made, the captain smacked his lips and sighed softly, "I must have a good rest when I get back."

"The war is so intense, there is no time to rest." I pouted and said dissatisfiedly after being disturbed from my state of meditation.

"You're going to do a major overhaul when you go back. I hope you can spare some time." The captain said with a smile.

"How is it? Does your hand still hurt?" He said softly with his eyes slightly closed.

My rear main turret is still hanging there, because the armor-piercing shells destroyed important structures, so it has not been repaired. It doesn't hurt anymore, but the projection hand is occasionally weak. Of course, normal life is still OK.

"Oh, by the way, Captain, what will the Hood look like after the modification?" I asked in confusion

"Hood, when she comes out, she will probably be a full-fledged battleship. Intelligence says she will be equipped with thicker armor and more powerful power. I'm afraid she will be a tough opponent. If you really encounter her, you have to be very careful."

"Yes, I will." I nodded slightly.

History has changed a lot, so will the fateful encounter still happen?

I'm not sure.

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Chapter 105: Operation Iceland

Even though it is early May in the Arctic Ocean, the nights in the marginal areas are very short due to the polar day, and most of the time is daytime, but there are still light snowflakes falling from the sky.

This kind of weather is not conducive to concealment and sneak attacks by either side, but in comparison, Bismarck may suffer greater tactical losses, because after all, only by sneak attacks can she exert her maximum capabilities, and now it is clearly in the British's favor.

A huge fleet with a large red cross on a white background and a Union Jack on the upper left corner sailed at a speed of 20 knots in the turbulent North Sea through the beautiful but deadly ice floes and icebergs. The core of this fleet is four cruisers fully loaded with troops. The 1500 marines on board are expected to appear outside the port of Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, in the early morning of May 5, and after occupying the city, they will "cooperate" with the Icelandic government to eliminate possible German presence.

Since each ship was fully loaded with personnel, the loss of any one ship was unacceptable. Therefore, in order to prevent the Bismarck from coming out of nowhere to attack, the four cruisers were escorted by all the main forces that the Royal Navy could currently deploy: the battleships Rodney and Nelson, the (light) aircraft carrier Hermes, two reconnaissance cruisers and 2 destroyers.

Even though the British Empire has declined, this fleet still has sufficient deterrent power, especially the presence of two armed tankers - two of the 7big behemoths.

On the bridge of the flagship Rodney, Admiral Tovey, who was in command personally, tightened his uniform in the cold wind and spat, "This damn weather..."

He walked into the bridge and asked the operations officer, "Is there any situation? Report it."

The staff officer saluted quickly, flipped through the log book, and said, "At present, we are 20 nautical miles southwest of Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, and we are expected to land in an hour.

The plane that was sent out to investigate Iceland 1 hour and 15 minutes ago has returned. No signs of armed defense were found in Iceland. The aerial topographic map around Iceland is being printed out and gridded. After it is completed, it will be distributed to the landing troops as a temporary map. The Hermes sent out eight planes to investigate within 200km of my fleet an hour ago, and sent two planes to search for submarines in front of the fleet. So far, nothing has been found. The Hermes now has eight Swordfish on standby. Do you have any orders? "

"Well... let them stand by first." Tovey looked at the bright sky outside the window, and then at the clock hanging on the wall. "It's 4:30 in the morning in Greenwich Mean Time... Now we are in the southwest waters of Iceland, at the junction of West District 2 and West District 1, which means 3:00 in the morning local time. It's so bright in the sky, it really doesn't let people sleep well..." He laughed at himself and said as he walked to the back of the bridge: "I'll go and rest first. Call me if there is any information about the Bismarck. Let the Marines take care of landing in Iceland, and we will just be on guard. In addition, send a telegram to the Icelandic Embassy from the British Empire, ordering them to cooperate with our actions!"

-------I am the dividing line of Persian cat-------

Lindemann was accompanying Tizi, "playing" with the radar in the radar room. At Lindemann's request, the radar officer was teaching the girl how to operate the radar, and it seemed that she was doing quite well. Especially after I told her that she could combine the radar's search signal with her own perception to learn to determine what the target was through the target signal, so she learned it very quickly. Maybe she found something fun, and she was having a lot of fun taking pictures of the surrounding islands, icebergs and other targets. While playing, she was still talking to herself, "Hmm... this is an iceberg, and there is another iceberg 20KM ahead. The one to the east seems to be land. Is it Cape Bresavik in Iceland?"

"Probably..." Seeing the radar officer and several radar operators looking at him suspiciously, Lindeman was happy and stressed at the same time. He was happy that Tizi was able to master radar very quickly, but he was stressed because the radar soldiers around him clearly doubted her identity... He ordered a little girl to learn all the radar techniques, and she was able to learn it immediately, not to mention that she was a suspected abnormal human. Even with his identity as the deputy captain, he couldn't dispel this suspicion. Lindeman could only smile bitterly. However, when he thought that he would soon go to Tizi to take up his post, and that he would have to be the captain alone to face the doubts of the sailors, his smile changed slightly, from a bitter smile to a slightly sinister smile.

"What is this?" Tizi suddenly found a very faint target moving in the southwest, which he had never seen before. So he called the captain and the radar officer while using his perception ability to sense the target. After the two heads came over, Tizi pointed at the very faint but fast-moving target and said, "It seems that this target has been moving behind us. It looks like it has two wings, one above and one below. Is it a Swordfish plane?"

The radar officer's face changed. One reason was that he had discovered the plane, and the other was that he was thinking, "How did this little girl know what this plane looks like from the radar? Is she really not human?" Lindemann's face also changed: "This girl... really doesn't know how to hide her incompetence!" Relying on his high rank, he quickly shouted to interrupt the radar officer's random thoughts: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and report to the captain!!"

Soon, the microphone in front of the captain rang out, "A plane has been spotted! It's 15 nautical miles southeast of us! The plane's heading is...due east?!"

When the captain first heard the news, his face was serious, but he was stunned when he heard the last sentence: "Aren't they coming to find us? They are flying southeast of us... Iceland? What's going on? Bismarck, look at what kind of plane it is?"

I was also stunned, and quickly scanned it with my mind: "...It's a Swordfish, but it doesn't seem to be heading to find us. It seems to be... monitoring the vicinity of Reykjavik Bay..."

When the captain heard the word Reykjavik, he stood up from his chair: "Reykjavik? Swordfish? Oh no! Are the British going to occupy Iceland and block the Denmark Strait?!"

Soon, a clear code call from the radio station helped us completely confirm this terrible guess:

"I am Admiral Tovey, Commander of the British Home Fleet. The British Empire has authorized us to call the Icelandic government. Now we are sending troops to your country in the name of the International League's sanctions against rogue countries. Please cooperate! Otherwise, you will be regarded as a supporter of the rogue country, and all the consequences will be at your own risk!!!"

This was a blatant call in plain code, so we didn't even need to decipher it to get the message directly. When the signal officer handed over the telegram, the captain's face completely darkened.

Lindeman and Tizi also ran up in a hurry.

"Captain, what happened?" Lindman asked anxiously, "Has our course been discovered?"

"No, it's not that Bismarck was discovered, but the British want to occupy Iceland!" The captain clutched the note tightly with a serious expression.

"Occupy Iceland?" Lindman was stunned, and then asked in surprise, "What, occupy Iceland? Isn't that the Denmark Strait..."

"That's right, their goal is to blockade the Denmark Strait." The captain nodded. "The purpose is obvious, these damn British people!"

The Denmark Strait is one of Germany's main passages to the Atlantic Ocean. If it were to fall into the hands of the British, the consequences would be disastrous. The captain and Lindemann obviously understood this.

"Then what should we do?" Lindemann said hurriedly.

"I don't know either. The situation is unclear right now. Let's report this to the country first." The captain sighed and gave an order. After thinking for a while, he said, "But we still have to try our best to stop them. At least we can't let them log in so smoothly!"

"Tell the Admiralty that we have encountered a British fleet near the Denmark Strait. The exact number is unknown and they are heading towards Iceland. It is speculated that they want to occupy Iceland. Our ships have already moved forward and we expect a possible exchange of fire with them!"

"Yes, Captain, I'll go right away!" The signal officer immediately raised his foot and was about to leave.

"Wait." The captain stopped him, "Don't use a password, use plain text!"

"Ah? Yes!"

"Captain, why don't you use a code?" I asked puzzledly after waiting for the signal officer to leave.

"If we send out our current telegram, both parties will know that we are here. If it is intercepted by the British, it will be easy to infer our content. By comparing the codes, wouldn't it be equivalent to telling them the secret code we use?" said the captain.

"I see." I nodded. "I see, Captain."

"Now it's up to you, Bismarck." The captain looked at me seriously and said, "Use your detection capabilities to the maximum. This is a crucial battle."

"understand!"

"Sail 152, forward five, full speed ahead!"

"understand!"

My ship trembled, accelerated, and began to rush forward.

The battle is about to begin again...

"But the situation is unclear now... Would it be inappropriate for us to rush in rashly?" Lindman said from the side.

"Now that the clear-code telegram has been sent, the British know we are here, so we have to go even if we don't want to!" the captain said this in a decisive tone.

"But what I'm worried about are those two ships." The captain looked at me worriedly.

"Those two seven bigs?" Lindeman asked.

"Nelson and Rodney?" I also remembered that it was a really scary ship. Although it looked ugly, the last time I fought with them, the cannonballs from them caused me so much pain that I still feel scared until now.

That big water pipe...

The captain nodded slightly. "Nelson and Rodney are not fast enough. Even if the Royal Navy was deceived by our false news last time, it would not be them who went. I am worried that if these two appear here..."

"That's troublesome." Lindemann said, "Besides, the Bismarck only has three turrets now."

"I know, but it's too late now. Just do your best!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"Battle Alert!!!"

"Jingle Bell--"

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Chapter 106: Operation Iceland (I)

The German Admiralty was shocked when it received the telegram from the Bismarck and immediately reported it to Führer Hitler.

"Führer, the British want to completely block our access to and from the Atlantic Ocean!" Regel said hatefully, unable to suppress his anger.

"I know, the question is what we should do now." Hitler glanced at his navy minister and habitually put one hand behind his back.

"Can the Bismarck organize the British landing?" Hitler asked after looking at the map.

"Without a strong escort fleet, ordinary landing forces will definitely not be a match for the Bismarck, but what I'm worried about now is..." Reger said worriedly.

"worry about what?"

"The British knew that the Bismarck was operating in the Atlantic, so it was impossible for them not to escort the fleet. Besides, we haven't seen Nelson and Rodney in the North Sea for a long time."

"You mean those two ships of theirs are going to Iceland?"

"It's very likely." Regel nodded solemnly.

"What would happen if Bismarck faced them?"

"We have to run, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." Reger looked at Hitler and shook his head.

"So we just watch and do nothing?" Hitler shouted.

"Our troops are deployed far from Iceland. We are powerless at the moment. If we send Bismarck... it's unrealistic, Führer." Reger saw the light flashing in Hitler's eyes and immediately understood what he wanted to do. "Bismarck is no match for Nelson. Once we confront two Nelsons, we will probably lose her..."

"Snap" the sound of a pencil breaking (Federal: Dregs, no infringement this time!) was heard.

"These damned British!"

When the conference room fell into an eerie silence, Nazi Propaganda Minister Goebbels spoke up;

"Führer, although we cannot stop the British from landing, we can inform the whole world of this matter and let them see the truth hidden by the British! Try to control public opinion in a way that is favorable to us."

"That's right!" Hitler suddenly understood what Goebbels said and nodded continuously. "Very good, let's do as you say. Didn't the British claim that they declared war on us for freedom and justice? I will let the people of the world see what their justice is doing!"

"Führer, I also suggest that General Lütjens make a friendly gesture to the Icelandic people and take some appropriate actions. This will help us win the favor of the Icelanders. Even if we cannot stop the British from landing, it will also be beneficial for our future covert operations in Iceland!"

"very good!"

"Reger!" Hitler shouted.

"Yes!"

"Send a telegram to Lütjens immediately and tell him to do as Goebbels said. Just don't let the British win so comfortably. Strike their fleet to the best of your ability. But first, ensure your own safety! Tell Lütjens that I can allow him to die, but I will never allow the Bismarck to sink!"

"Yes, Führer..."

Psychologically, Reger definitely didn't want Bismarck to risk his life. After all, there were two Nelsons on the other side. Once the battle started, things on the battlefield were beyond common sense. Bismarck might be able to hold out for a long time, or it might not last more than one round - who could tell for sure if the ammunition depot was hit?

"I hope Lütjens can bring Bismarck back safely." Reger sighed and said to himself.

In the waters off Iceland, when Bismarck sent a telegram in plain text, the British who were preparing to land received the news almost at the same time as the German Admiralty. Compared with the shock of the Germans, the British were no less surprised than them.

"These are the Germans! How come they are here?" Tovey was surprised as he held the telegram. He looked at the staff officer beside him and said, "Has our plan been leaked?!"

"It's no different from a leak now." The staff officer laughed bitterly. "The other side has obviously sent back the news of our attack on Iceland. Tomorrow this news will be all over the place."

"Never mind for now, send the landing troops up!" Tovey looked at the fleet behind him and ordered, "Rodney and Nelson, go forward and block that ship. Ares, immediately go to the target area to search and provide artillery aiming and calibration!"

"Sir, let's go investigate what kind of ship is this..."

"What other ship?" Tovey sneered. "Who else except that damn Bismarck?"

Bismarck?! The atmosphere in the bridge immediately became tense. The young sailors had long heard about Bismarck's record. When besieged by a fleet, it was able to retreat with only one turret lost, and it sank a fleet with the loss of one turret.

"Oh my God, it's Bismarck!" someone whispered.

Although they knew that the purpose of their escort was to prevent Bismarck's surprise attack, when Bismarck actually appeared in front of them, everyone had mixed feelings.

"What are you afraid of?" Tovey knew what his subordinates were thinking. He glanced at the people on the bridge and said, "He only has one Bismarck now, and we have two Nelsons. What are you afraid of?"

"Full rudder! Go ahead!" Tovey shouted.

"Yes!"

The shrill alarm sounded throughout the ship. After a period of intense preparation, all weapons were ready and the crew returned to their positions. Soon, Lütjens' voice was heard on the radio: "Attention everyone, I am Lütjens! Right now, right before our eyes, the British are invading an unarmed, peaceful and neutral country for their ulterior motives! They are wearing the cloak of peace and freedom, but they want to seize the freedom of others with barbaric behavior! Regardless of the current war relationship between our country and Britain, or based on the most basic conscience and morality, we will have the responsibility to launch an attack on the British fleet!! Now I order all members of the Bismarck to enter the first-level combat deployment! In addition, the previously captured civilian ship crew members and non-combat personnel are gathered together in the sailors' mess and watched by the Marines. As long as you don't move around, we will try our best to ensure your safety..."

Lütjens ended the pre-war mobilization with the words "This is a just war", and the bridge immediately entered a state of readiness. At this time, the British fleet had entered Bismarck's perception range.

"Captain, news from the headquarters!" The communications officer appeared on the bridge again an hour later and handed Lütjens a piece of paper. The latter took it, glanced at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Bismarck, what's going on?" he asked.

"We have been discovered by a British reconnaissance plane." Bismarck frowned as she sensed the radio waves coming from the Swordfish.

"There are two Swordfish flying around right now, probably monitoring our actions."

"What is the composition of the opposing fleet?"