Bismarck

Will my dream be stopped before I realize it?

The factory leaders were fine, probably because they knew the inside information long ago. They sat there like Buddhist monks, watching their noses and hearts. But the leaders of the labor front and the worker representatives began to whisper. Soon, a worker stood up and pointed outside the window and asked, "What about this boat? It's almost finished now..."

"Stop the work, and also remove the guns and fire control systems that have already been installed! These things are still useful to our navy!" The admiral said expressionlessly, and spoke word by word in a cold voice. "Also, you should go to Goering, he said that everything that can fly is under his control, so let them be responsible for the deployment and management of the Zeppelin's carrier-based aircraft..."

There was another round of whispering below, but at this time another worker stood up and asked, "General, I want to ask, can't the navy cooperate with the air force? Didn't the newspaper say that the army and air force worked closely together in Poland and defeated Poland in just one month? It was not easy to build this aircraft carrier, and it would be a pity to give it up. Can't you communicate with the air force again?"

This is the question I have always wanted to ask, so I looked at the general with my last hope. The other workers present also gradually stopped arguing and looked at the general on the stage, hoping that he would say something like he would fight for it again.

But the other person said, "Göring said he wants to take the lead in the aircraft issue. He wants to interfere with the navy's authority, so we can't agree to it."

He paused and continued, "Also, don't worry about your work. Now is a war time and the tasks are very tight. For example, we have to dismantle the Zeppelin's weapons now. Although everyone is reluctant, this ship is no longer valuable to the navy. Next, there will be orders for submarines and destroyers for you. I hope everyone will continue to work hard..."

The Navy said... Am I no longer valuable...

I covered my face and ran out crying...

I don't want to care what they said afterwards...

Ps: According to historical facts, after research, it was found that 780 was actually Goering's daughter, and it was Goering who cared the most about Zeppelin. As for Reger, to be honest, Zeppelin's tragedy was probably caused by him. The specific historical data is still being excavated, but it should be close.

Ps: The girl at 780 built a wooden boat. Without heavy oil, there is no energy source, so she can only rely on food to sustain herself. If you want food, you have to work to earn money. So when the Persian cat arrives in Gdansk, he might see a "female man" who moves bricks, hahahaha.

Chapter 136: Zeppelin’s Tragic Past (Part 2)

I sat on the bridge in a daze, watching the busy workers, and my eyes felt a little wet.

I felt wronged and angry. Why couldn't I go out to sea like other ships? Why did I have such a fate?!

unfair!

The workers below were busy again, but they were not busy building my main body, but dismantling a series of equipment from my body! The guns and instruments that had been installed were taken down in the name of other ships. I watched helplessly, but I didn't know what to do.

After all, those workers had spent so much time with me day and night, and they were reluctant to leave, but they could not disobey orders from above, so they continued to do their work while complaining.

They also felt sorry for me.

"It's crazy that such a big ship is scrapped like this!" The workers' sighs contained deep dissatisfaction, which coincides with my current mood.

"Yeah, it's crazy," I whispered.

"I learned from the Navy that the Air Force had already prepared the plane and was waiting for the Navy to accept it, but the Navy was not satisfied with their conditions and would rather give up such a large ship..."

"What are the conditions?" asked another worker.

"It seems that the planes are to listen to the Air Force and be under the command of the Air Force..."

"During the Polish campaign, the army and air force worked so well together, why couldn't the navy and air force work together as well?"

"Hey, how do we know what's going on on board? It's a pity for the ship." The worker shook his head.

"Yes, it's a pity for this ship..."

Soon there was nothing left on my body to be dismantled, and the workers on my body gradually dispersed. They all went to work on new ships, and no one wanted to waste time on a piece of junk like me.

It only took a short year for the ceremony to go from the pride and joy at the launching ceremony to the misery and desolation it is today.

I often lie on the top of the bridge alone, looking at the sky for a whole day. Sometimes I even show my physical form, but no one wants to come to me anyway, so I won't be discovered.

Under the daily exposure to wind and sun, the body made of steel is inevitably gradually rusted. If there is heavy oil in my fuel tank, I can use it to convert it into energy, and then use my ability to remove the rust. However, they are reluctant to give me fuel, so everything is out of the question.

Forget it. No one cares about my existence anyway. What’s the point?

I raised my hand and looked at my arm. My originally snow-white and delicate skin was now a little dull...

More than once I heard the shipyard manager complain that I was taking up the berth at the dock and hoped that I would be towed away as soon as possible. Yes, I am redundant now.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head...

Some time passed like this...

All the equipment on my body has been removed, including the construction cables that were originally connected to me. Now only the hull navigation light and the necessary electric wires in the corridor inside the ship are left hanging on me.

Since I had no energy source after entering the water, my body had gradually become transparent, and even solidification was difficult. So I was forced to learn to hide my projection as much as possible to save any energy. I was afraid that if I continued like this, I would disappear...

Although I now find that my projection can rely on finding food as a substitute for energy, the only food source for this method is... the leftovers from the factory cafeteria... Hehe, I, an aircraft carrier, have fallen to the point where I have to steal food like a stray cat, or even worse, snatch food from stray dogs...

During this period, I finally realized what loneliness feels like. This is probably what I learned from humans. From the previous bustling to the current deserted, from the previous hopeful to the current despair, loneliness and solitude spread uncontrollably deep in my heart, and I was almost filled with that emotion.

In order to make plans for the future, I also began to secretly "take" some machine parts and batteries from the factory workshops and warehouses. I also accumulated some food that was more durable and placed them at the bottom of the cabin.

A small cabin was built and seawater was introduced around it to make the cabin as cool as a refrigerator, so the food could be stored for a period of time.

I also pieced together some small machines from those parts, such as a key machine for making keys, an air pump and rubber sheets for repairing bicycles, and some other small things.

I imitated this from the small vendors around the shipyard. I knew I could make money from them - because stealing is a bad behavior, which is also what I learned from human society, so even when I was at my weakest, I did not steal food from those stores.

I am a German battleship. My dignity and pride will not allow me to do such a thing!

In fact, if the Labor Front had not stipulated that workers need to register their identities (German professional workers will issue a worker resume record book as a worker certificate, the purpose is to protect workers' rights and interests and ensure that workers can check their training and actual work records, and also as a means for the country to quickly recruit workers for large engineering projects), and I could not produce proof of identity, I would have signed up long ago.

Anyway, I have decided to be self-reliant! Even if the navy doesn't want me, I can survive on my own!!

The factory finally made a decision. They thought I was wasting berth space here and said they wanted to tow me to a port in the Baltic Sea to be used as a warehouse ship.

Amid the reluctant and helpless looks of the workers, and the disdainful gazes of the factory leaders and the naval representative stationed at the factory, I was hooked on the towline and just waited for the tugboat to come over and tow me away.

Haha, because there is no axle or oil, my mobility is completely zero. I can only move with the help of a tugboat. It's such a shame.

That towline felt to me like a noose hung around my neck, awaiting my execution, even though I was completely innocent.

The tugboats were in place, and they quietly parked beside me, ready to tow me away the next day. It was said that the task of building new ships was very tight, because the war had already begun, and things like me would certainly give way to new warships.

I understand...

But why is my heart still so painful even though I thought it had calmed down?

I heard the workers in the shipyard excitedly talking about the Bismarck, the naval flagship that had made a name for itself in the Polish War, and how she had beaten enemy warships and destroyed enemy fortresses, fortresses and transport ships.

She is so majestic, so free...

And I...

I’m really envious.

As I listened, I was actually unusually excited. My rusted heart beat slightly. From the workers' descriptions, I seemed to smell the Atlantic breeze, the waves of gunpowder smoke, and the images of the galloping battleships...

However, I looked at the steel cable on the bow helplessly, everything was just an illusion.

The night before I was towed away, a man in his thirties came to the shore near the berth, apparently to take a last look at me.

I know him, his name is William Heidler, my designer.

It is said that all good designers in the world have mental problems and are called weirdos.

I feel like he's that kind of weirdo.

He especially likes to talk to me, just touching the wall of my boat and talking to himself, treating me as someone he can communicate with - although he doesn't know that I can really hear what he says...

He was reluctant to see me leave. After all, I was his lifelong love. But he had no choice but to watch me silently from the shore.

Of course, he didn't know it, but I was sitting there on the flight deck, watching him too.

I have no intention of showing up and meeting him. Since separation is inevitable, why add to my sorrow...

What's more, someone like me...according to human views and stories, would probably be considered a monster or an evil spirit, right?

He held a bottle of beer in his hand and would take a sip from time to time, as if he wanted to drown his sorrows and forget the sadness of me being dragged away.

After finishing a bottle of beer, he began to mutter to himself as if reminiscing about the past, as if he was saying his final goodbye to me.

But I could hear everything he said.

Moreover, these contents... (PS: The following contents are all historical details!!!)

"Zeppelin, my poor child, you are not even finished yet, and yet we have to part..."

"...The Navy and the Air Force are fighting over your ownership, but I'm just a designer, I can't do anything..."

"...When you were first designed, the Navy and the Air Force were actually involved. We didn't want to get involved in their intrigues, but..."

"...The Navy copied the design of the Glory from the UK and said they wanted to design you into a so-called multi-deck aircraft carrier at that time, but the Air Force disagreed... The Air Force believed that a longer deck was needed to take off and land more advanced fighter jets, so I modified you into what you are now..."

air force?

Marshal Goering?

That scene a year ago when that fat guy patted his chest and vowed to equip me with the best plane he had...wasn't that just fooling the head of state?

I pricked up my ears and listened carefully.

"...Regarding your aircraft, it was originally selected for you by the Air Force and the Navy...But the AR195 fighter and FI167 torpedo aircraft proposed by the Navy are both outdated biplane aircraft. The Air Force equipped you with BF109T and JU87C according to their own backbone models...Although the Navy told me that because of a quarrel between the two services, the Air Force did not give me the dimensions and weights of those aircraft, but the dimensions and weights of those aircraft can be found in public information. Wouldn't it be better to expand them a little as a margin?..."

I know this, otherwise how did I get the elevator installed? But...didn't the Navy say that Goering would not give me an airplane?

"...The Navy felt that the Air Force's control of aircraft was interfering with their authority, and also said that in this way the Navy and aircraft could not cooperate well...So the Navy rejected the Air Force's request, and did not intend to equip you with aircraft, although those aircraft and aviation units were well prepared in the hands of the Air Force... (Historical facts, 109T and JU87C were already in service at the time, and until the agreement between the Navy and the Air Force on the continued construction of Zeppelin in 42, the German Air Force stated that they had 40 aircraft ready to go on board at any time!)

I was shocked. It turned out that it wasn't Goering who refused to give me a plane. It was the Navy who felt that the Air Force was interfering and threatening their authority, so they would rather not have me? !

Goering at least cared about me...

Even the workers know the principle of unity and cooperation. You bureaucrats in high positions, are you actually concerned about your authority not being violated all the time? ! !

I was so angry that I almost broke my teeth!

And he hadn't finished yet, he was still talking under the influence of alcohol...

"...Those people in the navy...it seems they really don't want you anymore. A while ago they said they would remove your artillery and fire control equipment, but yesterday when the navy agreed to take you away, the approval document said 'the navy has no way to equip you with all the artillery'. What kind of excuse is this!!! And...now...they also said they want to transfer me to other departments...haha, haha, haha..." That man, the man who single-handedly turned me from the design drawing into what I am now, said this while grabbing the bottle and drinking the last of the beer, and then with an angry laugh of "hahaha", he vented his anger by smashing the beer bottles to the ground, and with a "bang", the bottles shattered to pieces.

On the deserted dock, the frustrated designer, like a helpless child, vented his grievances in front of the aircraft carrier that ultimately failed due to the power struggle above... At the same time, that was also my grievance...

I couldn't bear to look at him, so I walked down the dock, bent down, and gave him a hug.

The transparent hand passed through his body...

I didn't show up to meet him until he left.

If I show up, he will be even more miserable if he knows that I actually have life... It's like the pain of pushing your own child to death with your own hands...

only......

Navy! And Admiral Raeder! Remember this!

Even if you don't want me, I will stick to it on my own! Stick to living well! ! As an aircraft carrier, I know very well what an aircraft carrier can do! ! So, sooner or later! You will! Pay! The! Price! In! Front! Of! The! Enemy!'s! Aircraft! Carrier! !

ps: Oh, it's a bad year, I don't want to say anything, thanks to the help of the big sister, I feel like things have never stopped these days. Please give me a ticket, I feel like I'm going to be overtaken again, that's it...

Chapter 137: Zeppelin’s Tragic Past (Part 3)

The small Baltic town of Gdynia, which had just experienced war, has been quite lively recently because the navy towed in a very large warship with a hull hundreds of meters long. Unlike other warships, it does not have huge naval guns on it, but only a straight deck running from the bow to the stern. Now it is docked at the very edge of the port.

As a port city, they have seen many warships, but this is the first time they have seen such a huge warship. Even the Bismarck that docked for supplies last time was not so big. Compared with the bright and beautiful other warships, this big ship is rusty everywhere and does not seem to have much combat power...

The arrival of this ship was indeed quite a sensation, but the residents soon discovered that there were no soldiers on the ship, and there were no particularly strict isolation measures at the dock, so they could almost observe it up close. Therefore, some curious people secretly boarded the ship, pointed at it, and talked about it...

"What kind of ship is that?"

"The ship that the navy said it didn't want, it seems to be an aircraft carrier? Now it seems to have been bought back to be used as a warehouse ship..."

"What is an aircraft carrier?"

"See the deck up there? It's said to be used for taking off and landing airplanes."

"No wonder

"Why doesn't the Navy want it?"

"It seems that the Air Force and the Navy had a quarrel, so the Navy was finally abandoned. Besides, isn't the main force of the Navy the battleship? When fighting Poland in the Baltic Sea two months ago, the Bismarck battleship fought the Poles, and it was a great fight... Didn't the Bismarck dock here last time? She saw it from afar. It was such a huge battleship, and the cannons were so majestic. How could a small plane cause any harm to it? It would be a waste to build such a ship. It would be better to build a few more Bismarcks!"

"Yes, yes, the firepower of that bombardment, tut tut... the Polish ships couldn't withstand it at all, and were turned into scrap metal..."

"Yes, yes, yes. There was also the artillery or fortress on the Hel Peninsula, which was also destroyed by the Bismarck. I went there last time and took a look. There were so many huge craters..."

"Yeah, yeah, that's awesome... that's what a battleship is."

After dinner, people were discussing the Zeppelin at the dock, as if they were pointing fingers at the country. However, no one noticed that in a corner not far from the dock, a girl wearing slightly worn-out work clothes, with white hair, pale face and indifferent expression suddenly appeared in a small corner between two houses. While cleaning this small corner of only one meter square, she quietly put some odds and ends in place, and silently listened to the discussions of the people around her.

"Bismarck? Humph!" He put out a sign that read "Bicycle Repair, Lock Repair, Key Duplication" and nailed it up with an old wooden board. He snorted, "What's so great about a battleship... It's just a living target in front of her planes."

Zeppelin snorted disdainfully. As long as she could form a fighting force, she would be able to defeat the Bismarck.

As long as she builds it... As long as...

In fact, Zeppelin also knew that in his heart he envied the Bismarck, which he had only heard of in rumors. As a German battleship, this was the meaning of the battleship's existence, not like himself, hiding in such a dilapidated corner and living a miserable life.