Bismarck

Bismarck asked in disbelief. After hearing Lütjens' affirmative answer, she immediately threw down the bulky typewriter, and like a student after the college entrance examination, she cheered and took her hat from the coat rack.

"The car is waiting at the door. We'll go to the airport now."

"Okay!" Bismarck nodded vigorously.

"No, Captain, our luggage is still at home. If we just leave like this..."

"Don't worry about that. Krupp will deliver it." Lütjens said with a smile, "I know you are very tired these days. Have fun in Paris."

"Of course." Bismarck nodded as a matter of course. "How can we go to Paris and not have fun?!"

"Captain, do you have any work to do in Paris? If you have nothing to do, come with me. Paris is known as the city of romance! It will be great for us to walk on the Champs Elysees and see the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre!"

"I really don't know where you heard this name. How come I didn't know that Paris is called the City of Romance?" Lütjens patted Bismarck's head with amusement.

"Hehehe, if I say yes, then yes."

"But I don't have much to do this time." Lütjens thought for a moment and said, "You can also say I'm going on vacation. I'm sure I'll have a lot of time to go out with you. But we'll talk about everything when we get to Paris."

"Yeah." Bismarck nodded vigorously. "Let's go!"

Lütjens led Bismarck through the hall amid the envious eyes of everyone. He naturally took Bismarck's little hand, and then got into the car outside the door.

His relationship with Bismarck was now a secret known to everyone, so there was no need to hide it anymore - the entire Navy Department knew that "Uncle" Lütjens had a beautiful and lovely girlfriend, who was also his secretary.

Every general has a secretary, but not everyone has such a beautiful secretary. Of course, this kind of thing makes all the men jealous. Moreover, Lütjens became famous throughout the country after the Icelandic War and was considered a heroic figure in Germany. Heroes and beauties are always topics that everyone talks about. In the past, when the generals joked with Lütjens, he still had a serious expression and did not admit the relationship between him and his secretary. However, recently, when everyone talked about it again, he just smiled and did not deny it.

Therefore, the act of holding hands, which was a declaration of sovereignty, became more and more convenient, and by the way, it also showed off to the young men in the Navy Department who had wanted to pursue Bismarck's secretary...

However, Bismarck was very happy seeing the captain's behavior, and he did not let go of his hand even after getting in the car - so he kept holding it!

When they arrived at the airport, Krupp was indeed waiting there. The diligent butler parked the car next to the plane. Bismarck greeted him and was about to take the suitcase when a hand suddenly reached out from behind and took it for him.

"Captain, let me take it." Bismarck's face was a little red. His identity was a secretary. Although there were things in the box, how could he let his captain carry them himself? He still had to do his job.

"It's okay. This is a bit heavy. Let me carry it." The captain said calmly, and held Bismarck's hand tightly.

Captain, your excuse is so poor... Bismarck was speechless. Well, Bismarck didn't want to refute this question. No matter how heavy the object is, is there anything heavier than itself?

The problem is that Krupp is here now. He is happy to hold hands in the carriage, but he won't let go in front of the butler. What should he do?

She struggled slightly, but the captain still held on.

Well, she accepted her fate and went forward to meet it.

However, Bismarck soon discovered that Krupp did not seem surprised by such a thing. He smiled and handed the box to Lütjens, then winked at Bismarck.

The latter's hand was held by his captain, but he lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Do you think Krupp doesn't know?" Lütjens let go of Bismarck's hand, then touched her head and said.

"What about Liliana?" Bismarck blushed.

"She doesn't know." Lütjens said. Liliana knew Bismarck's identity, so she wouldn't believe it - even though it did happen.

"Krupp, you don't have to tell Lily. I will let her know when it's time." Lütjens said.

"Yes." Krupp couldn't help laughing when he saw Bismarck's rare shy look.

He knew that the relationship between Miss Bismarck and the captain was unusual when they first came. At that time, Liliana was still hostile to her, although he didn't know how the two of them reconciled in the end. Later, after Miss Bismarck came a few more times, he confirmed his guess, and her attitude also regarded Bismarck as the mistress of the house. Although Bismarck tried her best to hide it, the look she gave the general could not deceive anyone.

"Then we'll go, and you can go back now."

"Yes, General, I wish you a safe trip to Paris."

Watching the docile Persian cat being brought on board by the captain (ignoring the ban on bringing pets on board), and the busybodies at the airport giving it mocking blessings, the Krupp butler standing by stood there expressionlessly, looking at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, pretending that he saw nothing, and continued to stand there silently and glow...

"So everyone knows everything." After Krupp left, Bismarck pulled her hair in annoyance. The shy feeling immediately faded away. She even felt a little regretful - since everyone knew everything, why did she still act so cautious at home at that time? Wasn't that a big loss?

"But it's a good thing that Lily doesn't know." Thinking of this, Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief.

But, we can't keep hiding it like this forever, especially for Lily, who always feels like she's being deceived.

"Captain, what will happen if Lily finds out?" She couldn't help but ask, "What if she doesn't agree?"

"Why think so much?" Lütjens took her on the plane and chose a window seat.

"Is your relationship any different from that of sisters?"

"That's why you're worried..." Bismarck didn't pay attention to the scene in the cabin, and his worries inevitably surfaced in his mind. "She and I were sisters, but you and I..."

In fact, what Bismarck wanted to say was that she and I were originally sisters, but in the end I became her mother, and the relationship became a bit confusing.

But this didn't sound very nice, so she just mentioned it vaguely.

Of course Lütjens knew, but in his opinion, these issues that only little women worry about are nothing.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he said. "No matter what happens, I'll definitely be ahead of you."

That light tone, but caring for me...

So familiar.

She had seen this tone and this action before. In her previous life, her father treated her mother like this - as the head of the family, no matter what risks they encountered, her father would always stand in front of her and her mother first.

They have been living happily together...

Although she is no longer with her parents and the memories of her past life are fading away unconsciously, the feeling of happiness has become even deeper.

My parents will be very sad...

But the captain feels for himself...is this the happiness of his life?

Bismarck suddenly felt like crying, because of his parents and because of himself...

For the first time, Bismarck, the strongest battleship that did not shed tears even when hit by torpedoes and severely damaged by artillery shells on the battlefield, inexplicably shed tears on this plane.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lütjens, as if condemning him - because everyone naturally thought that Bismarck was crying because of the man next to him.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that his secretary-ship suddenly cried quietly, Lütjens was a little surprised. He quickly put down his luggage and comforted his secretary-ship without paying attention to the eyes around him.

A big hand wiped away her tears, and the other hand stroked her hair worriedly. Bismarck, whose eyes were wiped by the rough big hand, raised his head and saw a pair of blue eyes looking at him.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"No... I'm fine, I'm actually very happy..." Bismarck smiled tearfully, then let go of the captain's hand, blushing and lowering her head, but her hands were still tightly clenched, never wanting to let go.

Seeing Bismarck's smile, the captain didn't say anything else, but just touched Bismarck's hair again. The hand that was captured turned around and tightly grasped Bismarck's small hand.

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much... Although I may never see you again, please don't worry about me. I am living a good and happy life in this era of war..."

Her face was red and she lowered her head, her hands were tightly grasped, Bismarck thought silently in his heart.

The plane accelerated, taxied, and then soared into the towering sky...

It was already afternoon when Bismarck and Lütjens arrived in Paris. They were picked up by a special car at the airport, and several military trucks full of soldiers escorted the passengers on the plane all the way to a hotel in the center of Paris.

"Captain, look at the Eiffel Tower!" On the way to the hotel, Bismarck, whose mood had improved, excitedly pointed at the scene outside the window and shouted.

"That's the Arc de Triomphe!" she continued.

"The place we are coming to now is - is -"

"Champs Elysees." Lütjens added helplessly. This must be Bismarck's first time in Paris, so he must know a lot.

"Captain, you know that too." Bismarck blinked.

“Look at the road signs.”

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After returning to the hotel, Bismarck wanted to take his captain out for a stroll to see the bustling night scene of Paris, but soon an army officer came up to advise him, because Paris had just been occupied and Germany did not have complete control over the area, sporadic resistance was still happening, and it was unsafe at this time...

"What about the night view?" Bismarck asked unwillingly.

"Miss, it's curfew now, where is the night view?" the captain replied with a smile.

"Well, if there's no night view, I won't go."

"Well, we have to attend the surrender ceremony tomorrow. After the ceremony, I will accompany you for a good walk." Lütjens said.

"Thank you, and thank you for your trouble." He turned and said to the Captain.

"Mr. Admiral, you're welcome. If you need anything, just ring the bell in your room. Everything is available here, just like a five-star hotel."

(Did there exist five-star ratings during World War II? I don’t know.)

The captain was not exaggerating. After the hotel was requisitioned by the German army, it was used to entertain officers of the general and colonel level. The facilities inside were even more luxurious than before. For safety reasons, all the waiters were replaced, and there was a sentry every few meters. Even if you want special services, they are available on call. After all, there are many French women who want to get close to German officers, and countless of them are willing to sacrifice themselves. Just when Bismarck and Lütjens walked this section, one woman went in and two women came out. The obvious marks on their necks showed what happened.

"Captain, don't look for these women." Bismarck said half-jokingly as he walked behind him. As for the women in Paris, he had seen enough of them in previous literary works and documentaries. A man with such a high military rank as the captain, who was also so handsome, there was no telling how many of them would throw themselves at him.

She had never been worried when she was on a warship before, but now that she was in Paris, the city of romance, she felt it necessary to assert her sovereignty in return - she could tell by looking at the women coming and going and the shining look in Lütjens' eyes.

It's like watching the flesh of Tang Monk.

Lütjens just sneered at the concerns of his own secretary ship. These so-called upper-class Parisian girls were nothing more than high-end call girls to him. They rushed to climb the branches of the invaders before their country was destroyed. For a general who believed in chivalry, it was an insult to look at them, not to mention...

"You think too much." Lütjens said without turning his head.

"I'm just worried. I'm actually very confident in my appearance. I know that you, Captain, will definitely not like them. I believe you!"

Lütjens was almost amused.

However, Bismarck felt that perhaps he needed to turn off the mental scan. It would be bad if he directly scanned some scenes that were not suitable for children. Although he had seen them before, it was still immoral to peek.

When we arrived at the room, dinner had already been placed on the table, still steaming.

Of course, the marshals and the head of state were not in this hotel, so admiral was the highest military rank in this hotel, and Lütjens' room was of course the best. Bismarck looked at the size and found that it was luxuriously decorated and had all the furniture you could need, a presidential suite.

"Huh, there's just one bed." Bismarck looked at the big bed in the bedroom and asked the question even though he knew the answer.

Lütjens looked down at her and nodded.

"Captain, what should we do?" The Persian cat was secretly delighted, but still had to pretend to be reserved.

Lütjens smiled and said, "If you don't like it, I can sleep on the sofa."

"I was just saying, of course we slept together!" Bismarck said immediately.

"Then let's sleep together." Lütjens shook his tie indifferently, then untied it and put it aside.

"I'm going to take a shower first and go to bed early tonight. I have to attend the surrender ceremony tomorrow." He then took off his coat, put it on the back of the chair, and went into the bathroom in his shirt.

Bismarck jumped onto the bed early in the morning and sat beside him, watching his captain undress. In this atmosphere created by deliberately dimming the lights, an ambiguous atmosphere inevitably flowed. Lütjens was over 40 years old, but he still maintained a good figure, which was very pleasing to Bismarck.

However, Bismarck also knew that although the captain slept with him, he had made it very clear - go to bed early. Therefore, he could put aside the evil thoughts in his heart.

However, it's still okay to enjoy some welfare benefits.

When Lütjens got into bed, Bismarck, wearing only a low-cut pajamas, began to attack the captain's arms like a boneless snake.

Through the dim light, Lütjens could still clearly see the delicate collarbone of his secretary and the dazzling whiteness under her pajamas. Because of the narrow space and the squeezing together, an indescribable and tempting groove appeared between the upper and lower parts.

His breathing simply hitched.

After a long while, he whispered, "What are you doing? Go to sleep."

"No, hug me!" Bismarck whispered dissatisfiedly, and continued to arch his body into that embrace, as if he would not let you sleep if you did not agree.

Lütjens couldn't beat Bismarck. Bismarck didn't need to sleep, so how could he compete? He had no choice but to let go of his embrace and let the cat curl up contentedly on his chest.

Because they were face to face and the distance was unusually close, those two extremely soft things were pressed against his chest. As a man, how could he not react? He looked up at the person in his arms with a smile, licked him with his small lilac tongue, and then kissed him on the chin.

"Good night, Captain~"

Lütjens was certain that she had done it on purpose.

He sighed and put his arm around her back.

"Good night."

ps: How can I write about the city of romance without some romantic things happening? Should I start trying to write some hentai plots? Hahaha, there are hentai in the group, if you want to read them, join the group~

Okay, the days of being cute are over, and the next chapter will start to be serious. France surrendered ~ and then it’s Sister Hu Deli!

ps: It's the weight of double update, 5000+. And I ask for monthly votes.

Chapter 186: Ceremony

Compiègne, a small French town located 80 kilometers north of Paris, is not big but has a very important strategic position, occupying a key point of land and water transport.

In 1430, more than years ago, the cowardly French army refused to open the city gate for Joan of Arc who was covering their retreat, so this French national hero was betrayed by her own people to France's mortal enemy, the British.

And on this day five hundred years later, June 1940, 6, with the same mortal enemy and the same reason, the same drama of cowardice and betrayal is about to be played out on the stage of history.

And under the stage of history, the French nation is crying.