Bismarck

Bismarck put his index finger on his chin and tilted his head. "It seems not. In fact, I came here to report."

"That's fine, I'll talk to the crew."

"That's good. Actually, there's no problem going back to Germany. The crew's wounds will heal faster on land."

"Okay, I understand." Francis nodded, then lowered his head and continued to brush the railing.

"Then you continue with your work. I'll take my leave now." Bismarck saw that he didn't want to talk anymore, so he turned around and said goodbye, but...

"Mr. Francis, please be gentle when brushing the railing. You know, the boat has feelings too..."

“··· ···”

Bismarck walked back to the bridge and bent down to pour coffee into Lütjens' cup.

"What did you do down there?" Lütjens asked after taking a look.

"I didn't do anything, I just informed Francis of some situations." Bismarck smiled.

"Francis?" He thought for a moment. "The captain."

"Yes."

Lütjens nodded and said nothing more.

After passing through the Baltic Sea, the fleet arrived in the interior of German waters, and then went straight through the Kiel Canal, and after passing the Elbe River, finally arrived at the Port of Hamburg.

"I heard that Marshal Reger has arrived?" Bismarck slowed down as he watched the port of Hamburg getting closer and closer.

"Yes, Reger said that the Führer was going to come too, but the Battle of France has already started recently and he doesn't have time to spare," Lütjens explained.

"Oh, I don't care whether you come or not." Bismarck replied boredly while leaning on the railing. She just thought that she was finally back - Lindemann should treat her. Apart from the people she knew, there were not many people she cared about. The so-called glory was far away from her. After all, she was just a behind-the-scenes staff.

Lütjens looked at his Persian cat's lazy appearance, smiled, and then gently placed his hand on the back of her head.

"When we get to Hamburg, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Oh, really?" Bismarck turned his head suddenly. "That's a good suggestion. Captain, please don't cheat!"

Lütjens smiled and nodded. "Okay, get up. It's not good to lie on the railing. There will be so many people looking at you."

"Okay, okay, I'll just be lazy for a while now." Bismarck stretched and straightened up.

When Bismarck just entered the port of Hamburg, without any warning, all the ships in the port sounded their whistles almost at the same time...

ps: Here is one chapter, continue to be cute and ask for monthly votes~ My hands hurt from typing!!!

Chapter 125: Conversation

"Deploy the divisions in formation! Stand astride!"

Following Lindemann's order, the sailors, dressed neatly, stood on both sides of the Bismarck's hull. They looked serious but with a hint of pride, their eyes looking straight ahead, their hands clasped behind their backs, their postures upright, and the sailor's hatbands behind their heads fluttering in the wind.

With the long whistle blowing and everyone's gaze fixed on it, the Bismarck slowly sailed into the Port of Hamburg. The dock was filled with cheers and every empty space was filled with people, waving their arms wildly at the sailors on the Bismarck.

The black and red swastika flags were everywhere.

The sailors' clothes were not so neat, and the hull of Bismarck did not seem so majestic, and could even be said to be in tatters, with bullet holes and black marks everywhere. However, all this did not affect the enthusiasm of the people at all. The men were so excited to see their country's powerful warships return to the port that their faces turned red, and the girls stared closely at the handsome sailors on both sides of the ship.

This scene was even more spectacular than the one Bismarck had seen in his previous life when a superstar arrived.

"I never thought that I would become a star one day." Bismarck said with some amusement as he looked at the pier getting closer and closer.

"Star? What is a star?" Lütjens asked casually.

"Ah, nothing." Bismarck quickly corrected himself. "I just found this welcoming scene a bit scary. It's too grand. I think half of the people in Hamburg will be here soon."

She looked at the densely packed crowd with some emotion. The outburst of patriotism was too strong.

"It is said that Goebbels has carried out extensive publicity for you. I guess the whole world knows your achievements now." Lütjens looked at the scene outside with a smile. Although he was a general, he couldn't help feeling proud when he saw such a welcome ceremony.

This is the highest honor!

The pier was getting closer and closer, the sail and rigging personnel began to get busy, and several tugboats also approached.

"There seem to be a lot of reporters at the dock." Bismarck frowned. She glanced casually and saw a group of people holding cameras at the dock where she was about to dock. They were looking forward to it, with their necks stretched out, looking at her.

"It seems that Regal is also on it."

"He was already here." Lütjens nodded. "What's wrong with the reporter?"

"Captain, you go later. Tizi and I will stay on the ship. After all, our identities... I don't want to be exposed to the reporters." Bismarck

"You will have many opportunities like this in the future..." Lütjens patted her shoulder, "But if you really don't want to go, then stay in the cabin with Tirpitz."

"kindness."

"Reel in the cables and lower the gangway!"

"All crew members, except those on duty, assemble at the dock!"

At the command, all crew members immediately moved to the two gangways at the bow and stern.

The solemn music had already sounded, Bismarck and Tirpitz quietly returned to their rooms, and their two captains walked off the battleship one after another.

When all the sailors had lined up on the shore, Lütjens walked up to Reger with a serious face and saluted.

Suddenly, there was a chorus of clicking sounds from cameras. The military music stopped quietly at some point, and everyone's eyes were on their conversation.

"Your Excellency the Marshal, the German Navy's battleship Bismarck has completed all combat missions, sunk or damaged many enemy ships, and has now returned to the port. Please review it!" Lütjens spoke each word with an unusually loud voice.

"Begin the review!"

"Yes!"

The military music soon began again, this time it was the parade march, which was slightly more cheerful than "Germany Above All".

Accompanied by Lütjens, Reger walked slowly past the formation of sailors. Reporters crowded around to take pictures, and this would be published as the headline in the newspaper tomorrow - how to publicize it would be Goebbels' business.

After a brief and grand welcome ceremony, the crowd was asked to leave the scene by the gendarmes. When a few reporters were about to leave in the team, they suddenly saw the captain of the Bismarck not far away, so they broke free from the gendarmes' hands and rushed in desperately to interview Lütjens.

"General, General, I just have one question. I would like to ask you, do you have anything to say about this victory?" A reporter turned around and saw the military police running towards him, and immediately asked quickly.

Lütjens was stunned by the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, but he reacted quickly.

"Actually, I don't have anything to say. This is my responsibility to Germany. Victory is just a very common thing. If I really have any thoughts about victory, then I can only say that the Bismarck is really a good ship."

"General..."

Before the reporter could finish his next sentence, the military police arrived.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, General." the military police said loudly.

"No, there's no problem. Just go and do your own thing."

"Yes!"

The military police pulled the reporter's hand and quickly left the scene.

"Your picture will be all over the newspapers tomorrow." Reger smiled and patted his shoulder to show his appreciation.

"I think this has been widely publicized in German newspapers in the past few days," Lütjens said with a wry smile.

"Isn't this good?" Regel asked back, "Come on, let's take a walk on the dock."

"Ok."

A marshal and an admiral slowly began to walk on the dock.

"This time the fight was really good." Regel was the first to speak. "The two battleships alone are enough for our navy to be happy for a whole year, not to mention the cruisers and destroyers. By the way, Nelson and Rodney were also severely damaged?"

"Nelson was seriously injured, and Rodney is okay, but they can't move without major repairs." Lütjens nodded.

"Lütjens, you did a great job!" Reger smiled happily. "When the Führer heard the news, he immediately called me over. He couldn't even believe it. When I assured him that it was true, it can be said that our navy has never attracted so much attention. He asked about our situation. I reported the plan for the new battleship. I guess it will be approved without any problem. Maybe the Hindenburg class should be able to be built."

"That's great." Lütjens nodded. "But compared to the launch of the new battleship, I want to know more about Zeppelin."

When he mentioned this, Reger's expression immediately darkened.

"Stop talking. That fat guy Goering doesn't really want to give us the plane. Zeppelin is now disguised in Gdansk. A timber ship? Hehehe." Reger sneered.

"What's going on?" Lütjens also frowned.

ps: It's been normal recently. There will be Dunkirk in a few chapters. But it's not the Persian cat that goes there, but Grapes. The Persian cat went to Paris~ the city of romance

Chapter 126: Conversation

Naturally, such things could not be discussed outside, so Reger and Lütjens returned to the Bismarck.

"Captain, Marshal, what would you like to drink?" Bismarck stood at the door and greeted them with a smile.

"Give me and Reger a cup of coffee," said Lütjens.

"You still have the Chinese tea you brought with you last time you went to sea. Don't you want to make a cup?"

"Well, that's fine too, Regel, do you want to drink?"

"I don't care, have a drink."

"Two glasses then, if you please, Bismarck."

"Have you ever thought of arranging your secretary on the shore?" Reg laughed. "This mission can be said to be thrilling. If something happens to a girl like her during the battle, won't you regret it?"

"I want to, too." Lütjens smiled, "But she belongs to the sea. This is destined."

"Life is something that gypsies talk about." Reger glanced at him. "But you should handle your own affairs. I am just talking. As long as you don't cause resentment among the people below, you can do whatever you want. As far as I know, some sailors don't like women on board."

Lütjens nodded. "But this did not happen on the Bismarck. I will keep an eye on it though."

"Oh, by the way," Regel said, "remember to tell Lindemann that his ship won't be usable for long, and its armor has not been upgraded yet. His men have been waiting on the ship for a long time, and now it is only managed by a deputy captain. Tell him to hurry over!"

"I've already told him."

Lindemann is no longer affiliated with the Bismarck. He is now in the same position as Lütjens, with the same administrative level, but his military rank is still colonel. This voyage can also be considered a secondment.

"How did Lindemann perform on this voyage?" asked Regler.

"That's great. To be honest, I'm a little reluctant to let Lindemann go." Lütjens said with a smile.

"Captain, Marshal, please have some tea—"

Bismarck came over slowly with a tray in his hand. Green tea leaves were floating up and down in two transparent glass cups on the tray, emitting a rich aroma.

"Okay, thank you, Secretary Bismarck." Reger laughed and took the cup. "I guess I benefited from Lütjens' help."

"The Marshal is joking."

"You go out first. Reger and I have something to talk about." Lütjens said. Of course, he knew that Bismarck must know the content of his conversation. After all, he was inside her body, but he still had to pretend.

"Yes." Bismarck nodded.

"It's okay." Regel blew lightly on the water surface. "I have also heard about Bismarck's ability. Let her listen too. Maybe she will have a different opinion. Stay."

"This..." Bismarck blinked and looked at his captain.

"If Reger asks you to stay, then stay," said Lütjens.

"Yes"

Bismarck nodded, closed the door, and sat down quietly beside Lütjens with his hands on his knees.

"I wonder if Lindemann can use the Tirpitz well, just like you use the Bismarck." Reger said a little worriedly, but he didn't expect that the Bismarck he was talking about was not only under his feet, but also facing him.

"Although this French campaign is mainly a land war, our navy cannot stand idly by. I'm sure Tirpitz will have a mission for her."

"Don't worry. In fact, Lindemann's level is not worse than mine." Lütjens took a sip of tea and continued, "He basically handled a lot of things this time, and he didn't make any mistakes."

"He can do what I can do."

"That's good. The Bismarck needs a major overhaul this time, so it will definitely not be able to participate in the battle. However, when you enter the factory, your sailors can take a vacation, but as the captain, you definitely can't rest. You will come to the Navy Department when the time comes."

"ok, I get it."

Of course, Lütjens would not say that he was confident in Tirpitz. No matter how capable a captain was, sometimes he could not change anything. Just like this time, if it were not for Bismarck's ability to control him, the captain and the sailors alone would have sunk before Iceland, and it would have been impossible for them to survive under Nelson's siege.

"But can we talk about Zeppelin now?" asked Lütjens.

"Hey, look at me, I forgot the important thing so quickly." Regler said, patting his head with a smile.

“Actually, this matter is not very complicated…”

After Regel explained the whole story, the three people present fell silent.

"The main reason is that Goering's control desire is too strong. He doesn't give our navy any chance at all, for fear that we will become bigger. But the fact is that we only have one aircraft carrier and a few dozen planes. It has almost no impact on him. I don't know what he is thinking." Reger said angrily.