Bismarck

"Why did the Japanese come to Germany... to exchange feelings?" She snorted coldly and continued reading.

"Ah? Yamamoto Isoroku... Nagumo Chuichi... What the hell is this? Yamamoto led a team to visit Germany?" Bismarck was confused. She had known these two people for a long time. They could basically be regarded as two people who changed the history of the world. Did they go to Germany in history?

She thought about it and thought, maybe she hadn’t…

"What are you doing here? Yamamoto, Nanyun... these two people, isn't Nanyun from the aircraft carrier task force? Are you here... for Zeppelin?"

Bismarck was a little confused.

ps: The word used for harmony this time is wan li, which is said to be from some official... Well, very good, now we start to avoid using taboos =. =Okay, I'm asking for monthly tickets and rewards... Is it because of the start of school? I feel like I've lost a lot of my attention... Qianqiu is going to become a salted fish!

Chapter 320: The Cat Saw the Japanese

"Ms. Bismarck, there's a phone call for you!" Bismarck in the room had just put down the newspaper when Krupp downstairs shouted.

"Looking for me?" Bismarck jumped off the boat, found a pair of slippers in a hurry, and jumped to the railing on the second floor.

"Yes, there's a phone call for you!"

"Hmm, that's strange. Do I know anyone in Berlin?" Bismarck hurried downstairs and answered the phone while the butler avoided his gaze.

The quality of this decades-old phone was not very good. The voice was fuzzy. It took her a while to figure out that it was Eva Braun...

"Oh, hello, Miss Eva, I was upstairs just now, so I'm a little late..." Bismarck quickly apologized.

"Do you have anything to do tomorrow?" Eva asked with a smile, obviously not caring about it.

"It's okay, I have nothing to do in Berlin." Bismarck said, guessing that Eva wanted him to accompany her.

"Oh, then do you have time to come over tomorrow? I can ask the driver to pick you up."

"Well, no problem, I'm free anyway." Bismarck agreed.

After hanging up the phone, she saw Krupp looking curiously at her.

"Mr. Butler, there will be a car from the Führer to pick me up tomorrow morning, please remember to remind me." Bismarck said, "I'm afraid I'll oversleep again."

Obviously, she doesn't need to sleep, but she has been imitating so many human behaviors recently that they have become habits, like eating and sleeping. She feels uncomfortable if she stops doing them. Is this the legendary habit becomes nature... Even Grape has become like that because of her. Of course, except for Zeppelin, she has never slept, but sometimes she eats with the pilots.

"Yes, Miss Bismarck." The butler agreed, but...

"The Führer?"

"Yes, do you know who that was just now?"

"do not know."

"Your Lady of the Fuhrer."

"Ah..." Krupp didn't expect that he would accidentally receive such a call...

The next morning, there was indeed a car parked at the door. After she got in the car, the driver took her to a forest, which was also the official residence of the mustache man.

"Welcome here, Bismarck." Eva went forward and hugged her. "The scenery here is very nice, isn't it?"

"Yes, and the air is very good too~" Bismarck said with a smile.

"Do you still need to breathe?" Eva glanced at her.

"Hehehe, but I can still smell it."

"Hey, is there anyone else coming today?" Bismarck saw several cars parked at the door.

"Yes, Adolf is meeting with some people. You will see them when you go up there later. However, let them deal with their men's affairs. I invited you here to have fun."

"Well, thank you Miss Eva."

"Just call me Sister Eva. Come on, let's go upstairs."

This is a mountain villa with a large area, but there is only one way up, and it is tightly surrounded by guards.

When Bismarck went up, he turned on a mental scan. The defense force was strong. There was an observation deck further up, where the man with a mustache was standing with a few other people.

She looked closely and nearly fell off the steps.

Wtf!

"Pan Changjiang, Li Yunlong! Oh my god!"

"Bismarck, what are you talking about?" Eva looked back at her strangely.

"Uh, nothing, nothing..." Bismarck quickly waved her hands and smiled awkwardly. She had already discovered who the people on those platforms were.

With an oriental face, a ridiculous height, and the familiar Baga language, who else could it be but the Japanese... Bismarck said she really didn't criticize the Japanese, because it seemed that the leader was really small...

The only leader this short is probably Isoroku Yamamoto, the legendary god of war? The flagship of the... cough cough.

However, if she had not seen in the newspaper that these two people had arrived in Germany, and had not seen that there were Japanese people with the mustache, she would never have thought that it was Yamamoto. At most, she would have exclaimed that they looked so familiar.

Then, presumably, the person next to him is Nanyun Chuuji?

It shouldn't be wrong.

Bismarck went upstairs with Eva. When they passed the observation deck, Hitler and several important Japanese people looked over. When Yamamoto saw Bismarck, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Bismarck, you are here." Hitler said with a smile.

"Hello, Führer." Bismarck crossed his hands in front of his abdomen and bowed slightly.

"Have fun here with Eva, and we'll have lunch together later."

"Then she and I will go in first, you stay here." Eva said, "Let's go."

"I think I can touch his head..." Bismarck muttered. Japan was Germany's ally, so she certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to show hostility in front of the mustache, but it wouldn't hurt to complain about it...

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Five minutes ago...

Because the radar detection distance was only 50 nautical miles, which was less than 100 kilometers, and most of the planes did not take off at this time. In addition, they knew that the quality of their fighter jets was far inferior to the German (after magical modifications) BF109T, and there were even a large number of Jaegers that were just for numbers. Only by relying on absolute numerical advantage could they compete with the enemy.

Guided by this idea, the British fighters and dive bombers had intended to accumulate forces over the aircraft carrier fleet. However, when the radar discovered the German fleet, the flight deck preparations were far from complete, and the German fleet shown on the radar was clearly divided into two echelons, rushing forward one after the other - obviously, the first wave must be German fighters!

"King George V reports! The German fleet is only fifty kilometers away from them!"

"The distance is too close. We can't let them get too close to the formation! We have too many planes. If the distance is reduced to less than 30 kilometers, our fleet will not have enough space to deploy! And if their fighters get any closer, they will threaten our fleet to take off and assemble!" Samoville, who was standing behind the radar, waved his hand fiercely: "I order the planes that have completed the formation now, the 18 furious fulmars and the 9 terrifying skuas, to intercept them first and cover the other planes to take off and climb urgently! Execute immediately!"

"Yes!"

Under Samoville's strict order, the 27 planes that had barely gathered together after takeoff and had not yet had time to form a team flew out of the assembly area above the fleet and met the fighter group led by Zeppelin...

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In the morning light of the Atlantic Ocean, the propellers and wings of the fighter planes from Britain and Germany stirred up strong winds, whistling, circling, and crisscrossing, riding the wind and clouds, and rolling above the nine heavens.

The two-plane formation of Zeppelin-Marceiu took the lead, and with the might of shooting down two fulmars with a thunderous strike as soon as they met, they plunged into the following British aircraft group like a gust of wind and lightning, and instantly put the fulmars, which had not had time to fully deploy and had taken off hastily, and had formed a very imperfect formation while flying, into chaos.

Behind them, there were three double-plane formations covering the left and right wings and the rear of Zeppelin's group, like a big hunting net, directly covering the stupid fulmars...

Especially among these three pairs of aircraft formations, there is actually a pair of super ace twin stars, Heinrich Eichler and Theodor Wiesenberg...

On the other side, the four-plane formation commanded by the captain of the second squadron, Rudolf, also took advantage of the altitude advantage of several hundred meters, and like a hunting golden eagle, they showed their iron claws and swooped down on the skuas that were divided into three rigid three-plane teams!

If the Fulmars are at least 18 fighter planes, the Skuas here have no altitude, no speed, and even no advantage in numbers. The nine dive bombers of the Cricket can neither defeat nor escape from the fighter planes...

Although the Jaguars on this side died miserably, the Fulmars on the other side were not very powerful, and even if they encountered a twin-engine Bf110, they might not be able to defeat it, but they were fighters after all, especially the low wing load brought them good maneuverability. Moreover, in front of the dispersed intercepting German fighters, Fulmars were more or less a numerical advantage...

Look, there are a few planes that turn quickly and actually evaded the attack of BF109T and rushed through the interception line of BF109T...

There was a Fulmar that was also very skilled in operation, using a beautiful side slide to barely avoid the direct shots from Zeppelin and Marseille. After that, the Fulmar saw another group of BF109Ts coming up from behind the Zeppelin, and it actually followed up with a barrel roll, passing by the group of BF109Ts with black cross wings and the smoke trail of 20mm cannon shells.

The British veteran in the cockpit spat secretly, and after the barrel roll, he actually pulled the joystick with the little speed brought by the slight dive height, and made a neat Immelmann turn, pulling to the back and above the two-plane formation of BF109T. He probably thought that he had the altitude advantage, and could rely on the dive to transform the altitude into kinetic energy to chase the BF109T formation in front, use his own posture to create attack opportunities, and cover the subsequent fulmars to break through the interception of Zeppelin.

However, this person did not see that above his head, two BF109s were circling silently. One was painted with the number 8 in white, and the other was painted with the number 9...

"Damn Germans, GO DIE... (The sound of 20mm high-explosive shells hitting them one after another...)... WHAT? NO!"

A huge fireball accompanied by a loud bang was the final destination of this British veteran. When Novotny manipulated his No. 8 fighter to pull back to high altitude, he saw through the cockpit that Grislavsky, who was observing and covering at high altitude, smiled calmly and gave a thumbs up, then pointed to the battlefield ahead.

Novotny turned his head and saw that although the skuas and fulmars were planning to break through the interception of the BF109s by relying on their greater numbers, the six BF109s led by Ehler and Weisenberg were forming a net to capture the fulmars. Even if a few of them slipped through the net occasionally, they could not escape the pursuit of the BF109Ts, which had become faster after further improvements. Although some fulmars chose to rush up and fight with the BF109Ts, trying to use their lives to cover their comrades and break through the interception of the German warhawks, but...

Are you treating us as decoration? Novotny couldn't help but sneer.

And farther ahead, the two BF109s that had been in the front were slowly turning from west to east, facing the sunlight, and climbing back to the sky in a small spiral, making a big circle, flying towards their direction. Behind them, they were chasing three Fulmars in vain, hanging far behind. They looked like old men in their twilight years, climbing the stairs, panting?

At this time, a voice like the cool ice spring of a northern volcano came from the radio, and its coldness seemed to carry a voice of flames, directing everyone's tactical coordination in an orderly manner.

"Number 8 (Grislavsky), Number 9 (Novotny), go and get rid of those guys who are bothering Ehler and the others first, and then we'll gather at high altitude. The rest of you continue to chase the British fighter planes! If we shoot down one more, the pressure on Barr and the others will be less!"

Instructor Zeppelin’s voice is quite nice... Novotny couldn’t help but be a little distracted.

But at this moment, Grislavsky's call came from the radio, bringing Novotny back to his senses from his distracted state.

Then, this small two-plane formation began to accelerate and flew towards the rear of a BF109T group below.

Under the command and cover of Grislavsky, Novotny reached the enemy's high six o'clock position from the direction with his back to the sun. Although the British pilot had already realized that something was wrong, he turned the rudder in vain and tried to escape...

However, when being attacked by the enemy in an air combat, the "escape window" is closed...so...die!

Under the "training" of his leader, Novotny sneered and pulled the trigger at the completely panicked Fulmar... This is how Novotny, who later became a super ace, recalled his first and second achievements...

For a while, the sky was full of people chasing, fleeing, counterattacking, and being killed... just like the salmon in the stream in Canada in autumn, relying on the advantage of numbers to swim upstream, and finally being caught by the brown bears waiting for their chance... Although there were also a few planes that relied on the advantage of numbers to break through the interception of Zeppelin and his men, but with the speed of the fulmars, they had to catch up with the BF109s first. And they had to save their lives in the hands of the seven super aces, Zeppelin, Marseille, Rudolf, Ehler, Weisenberg, Grislawski, and Novotny...

Seeing their comrades one after another turning into gorgeous fireballs in the sky and black smoke falling into the sea, some of them gave up fighting with the German fighter planes which looked very tough to deal with. Relying on the psychological comfort that they could always get away with a few fish due to their numbers, they began to set their sights on the JU87C which was being deployed about ten kilometers behind them.

But... even if Zeppelin and his men were too busy to kill them, it didn't mean that these fish that slipped through the net would have a chance to sneak in. When these frightened birds finally flew to the front of the JU87 formation in twos and threes, they were shocked to find that in the cockpit of the leading BF109, Barr, who was full of anger, was staring at them with a dark face through the aiming ring!

And behind Barr, there is a militant Buckhorn...

In just five minutes, the first wave of 109 Fulmars and Skuas intercepted by the nine super aces beat down Fulmars and Skuas. The second wave of Fulmars and Skuas from the Fury, which had abandoned their bombs, had already arrived at the battlefield. They had to allocate a considerable part of their forces to deal with this batch of reinforcements, so they had no time to make up for the seriously injured enemies who were fleeing in a hurry with smoke and fire...

As for the losses on their side, under Zeppelin's exquisite command, the German fighter group, which had always been at ease, only lost one JU87C and three BF109Ts, a total of four unlucky unfortunates, that's all...

only......

As the air battle continued, no matter how Zeppelin organized, the JU87 Stuka formation in the rear was getting closer and closer to this combat airspace... By the time the first wave of interception was defeated, the Stukas had already flown into the melee airspace of the fighters...

The distance to the King George V formation, which was at the outermost edge of the British fleet, was less than 20 kilometers! In Zeppelin's eyes, the second wave of British interceptors on the other side had begun to approach this side rapidly...

The nine remaining Fulmars in the sky fought to the death. Although they were no match for the enemy in a fight, they still showed their sticky spirit and tried their best to stay behind the BF109 and JU87... Although Ehler, Weisenberg and several other BF109Ts were also closely following these sticky guys and had the advantage, their overall position inevitably became very scattered.

Moreover, these British aircraft were also very cunning: once bitten, they would either rush towards the German brigade to create chaos, or turn to the outside to try to lure away the escorting Bf109Ts. Once they were ignored, they could circle back at any time...

"The second group of British skuas are coming from the east at a low altitude of 2000 meters. Another group of British fulmars are gathering in formation to the west and will probably arrive soon... The Stukas behind are approaching this airspace, so don't be careless! Keep in formation, and each team must do their job well! Get ready for the second round of battle!!"

Although Zeppelin was trying his best to command some BF109s to fly over to form a defensive force, he was unable to organize a defensive formation for a while...

Apart from the two two-plane formations of Barr and Buckhorn that had been guarding the bomber group, there were only the remaining three planes of the Zeppelin-Marseille group, the Rudolf group, and the seven planes of the Grislavsky-Novotny group...At this time, the second wave of British aircraft had already formed a certain formation. The absolute force advantage of 17 Fulmars and 18 Jaguars was divided into two formations, one rushing down from high altitude, and the other coming up from low altitude!

For a while, Zeppelin was under great pressure...

Barr, who was at the rear, saw the enemy's great superiority in force, and was anxious, so he planned to step on the accelerator to reinforce Zeppelin. But just as he pressed the accelerator, Zeppelin's voice came from the radio!

"Bar, you and Buckhorn don't need to reinforce us!"

Bang bang bang!

"You are the last barrier for the dive bombers. Whether we can save more planes before rushing into the range of the anti-aircraft guns depends entirely on the four of you!"

As soon as Zeppelin finished speaking, she heard two or three loud noises outside - these were the sounds of bullets hitting Zeppelin's plane... One of the bullets even went through the cockpit glass and hit Zeppelin directly on the back of his head.

If it was an ordinary pilot, her entire head would have been gone by now, but for Zeppelin, it was as if someone had hit her hard from behind with a sledgehammer, causing her to lean forward suddenly.

"Damn it!" she couldn't help but curse.

"Don't worry about us! Bal, you go ahead!" Zeppelin shouted.

"understand!"

Looking at the battle ahead, watching his comrades fighting hard, and seeing more and more British fighters coming in batches from both sides, and looking at the dive bomber formations following closely behind, maintaining the bombing formation without any confusion, Barr suddenly thought of Flensburg three months ago...

"Buckhorn, take your wingman with you. Our two-plane teams will cover each other. This is the tactic we used three months ago! Got it?"

"Understood!" With a gnashing of teeth, the man who was usually a little shy and only showed his optimistic and carefree side in front of his good friends gritted his teeth, stretched out his left hand, and pushed the throttle lever of the Mercedes-Benz DB601 engine, which had a mechanical ECU and did not require manual adjustment of the propeller pitch, to the bottom...

The last four BF87Ts in front of the JU109 formation raised their noses and accelerated towards the large group of enemy planes that had broken through the fighter planes' air interception line!

ps: 6000 for one update...what else do you want to say? Well, no rewards and no monthly tickets?

Chapter 321: Meeting with Yamamoto

Actually, there wasn't much fun. When Bismarck and her girlfriends played together, they spent most of their time playing games together. They didn't know what other topics to talk about... Well, there weren't many girls like her who liked to play World of Warships, and there were even fewer girlfriends like her. So when Eva pulled her into the room to talk about normal topics for girls... she said she felt very stressed.