Bismarck

As the commander that Yamamoto had been thinking about, Lütjens had already docked at the French port shortly after he arrived in Taranto, but he did not stay for too long. Both warships were not damaged too much, and the shipyard here was also fully equipped. He simply instructed Lindemann and Bonte to carry out subsequent maintenance work on the warships and pay attention to the British sneak attack, and then hurriedly boarded the plane back to Germany.

Firstly, as a commander, he had to report on his combat situation in the Atlantic, and secondly, he had to bring back his secretary ship.

After all, if no one is watching over this cat in Berlin, who knows what it will do...

So, I rushed back overnight.

It was midnight when Lütjens returned to his home. Everyone was asleep, including Bismarck who was in a state of meditation. He did not wake anyone up. He returned to his room and began preparing some materials to report to the Führer the next day. After all, these things were very important, so he did not finish them until before dawn and then he fell asleep peacefully.

Early the next morning.

Bismarck woke up on time.

"Hmm~" He first opened his eyes, then stretched lazily.

"I don't seem to have anything to do today. Oh, no, Miss Eva seems to have invited me to go."

Having just come out of a sleep-like state, Bismarck's processor was still in a frozen state, which was equivalent to the computer's low-performance mode... She ruffled her messy golden hair, put her index finger on her chin, tilted her head and thought for a while, then decided to go wash up first.

Washing up is obviously the first thing to do, is there any need to think about it...

Rubbing her eyes, she found her pink slippers and walked out of the room.

"Huh? Why has the Captain's room been moved?"

The corner of her eye drifted to the slightly offset carpet at the door of the master bedroom. As she thought about it, her mental power spread into it.

"Nani!"

Bismarck blinked in disbelief. Huh?

When did the captain come back?

Oh my God!

Is the person sleeping on the bed the captain or someone else?

After opening the door, Bismarck walked quietly to the sleeping Lütjens, then squatted slightly and carefully observed the person in front of him.

"It seems that Zeppelin took good care of him. I don't see any problems." Bismarck nodded.

She moved her head closer, almost face to face. She couldn't explain why she did that, and she didn't want to kiss him. Maybe it was just for fun...

Just as she blinked, suddenly, Lütjens, who felt the gaze, opened his eyes with the alertness of a soldier. What appeared in front of him was a big face...

In fact, Bismarck’s face is very delicate. The small face as big as a palm is hers. But there is no way, she is too close to Lütjens...

Lütjens was almost frightened and subconsciously reached out his hand——

Pop, a crisp sound.

“Ouch! It hurts!”

Then came Bismarck's aggrieved voice, and Lütjens's hand made a firm and intimate contact with her face, in short: a slap in the face.

It was not until she spoke that Lütjens realized that he had hit the secretary ship...

"What are you doing in front of me?"

But he didn't plan to apologize. He sat up and looked at the aggrieved Bismarck who was covering his face. Don't think he couldn't see it. The skin of his face was tens of millimeters thick. Would Bismarck, who could run a train, feel pain? There was no slap mark.

Instead, his own hands were slapped red...

"I just came to see you... You said you came back in the middle of the night without telling me, and I only found out this morning..." Bismarck was still trying to pretend, accusing his captain aggrievedly.

"I was afraid of waking you up." Lütjens glared at her. "But what are you doing in front of me so early in the morning?"

"I wanted to give you a surprise." Bismarck's mood immediately improved when he heard that his captain was acting secretly in order not to wake him up - in fact, it didn't matter.

"It's a shock, right?" Lütjens said unhappily.

After being treated like this by Bismarck, how could he still think of sleeping? He adjusted the buttons of his shirt. He had slept too late and had not taken it off.

"Help me pick up my clothes."

"Um, okay."

"I didn't go to bed until after five o'clock today, and I can't sleep after what you did to me." Lütjens said while splashing cold water on his face.

"Captain, I just missed you~" Bismarck's ending tone was long and roundabout, successfully making the latter stiff for a moment.

Given Lütjens's personality, she was really afraid of Bismarck being cute and coquettish, but this was her specialty...

"Captain, did you come back so late yesterday?"

"I came back in the early morning and have been organizing the documents until now."

"Organize the documents?"

"It's just the combat situation of the past few days. It will be handed over to the Führer today," said Lütjens.

"Aha, what a coincidence! Miss Eva invited me to her place today. The Führer is also here. Come with me."

"Eva invited you to her place?" Lütjens asked puzzledly.

"Yes, I go there often these days." Bismarck said. Of course, it was easy for Bismarck to guess what the Führer's purpose was, but it didn't matter. It would be beneficial for both parties to get closer.

Lütjens nodded and said nothing.

"Then I'll go with you later."

"Then you better hurry up." Bismarck said with a wicked smile, "The driver will be here around seven o'clock~"

The butler was first surprised at when the general arrived, then he diligently added one more breakfast. After a simple meal, Eva's driver arrived at the door on time.

ps: Sorry, I don't have much time to write today, so this is short. My sister got married today, and I got home very late. I wrote a little hurriedly, just for the sake of daily life. I will be back in Berlin next time, and basically nothing big will happen, but there will be the adultery incident that everyone likes to see.

Well, there is a new version of Android out. There is an automatic subscription in the upper right corner. Please, please, please.

I still have enough moral integrity, and I will basically not stop updating.

Let's go to sleep first~

I don't know when I will update today, maybe I will take a day off, so you don't have to wait~ Wouldn't it be better to read the two chapters together tomorrow? "Hand-held Funny"

Well, there is one more thing I recommend: "The Third Reich Shining Stars". It has a feminine protagonist and a lot of drafts saved, which is much better than my current code. Updates are guaranteed, hahahaha~

Good night, dears

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It was only eight o'clock when the two men arrived at Hitler's villa outside Berlin. After they got off the car, they were told that the Führer was still washing and asked them to wait for a while on the observation deck.

Not long after, a tall, pot-bellied man wearing a white military uniform came in. It was obviously Goering.

"Hello, Imperial Marshal."

"Hello, Imperial Marshal." Bismarck also said.

Goering was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared on his face.

"General Lütjens, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Didn't you just return to Brest? How did you get to Berlin so soon? What are you waiting for here? Where's the Fuehrer?"

"The Führer is still washing up. I have something to do in Berlin, so I came here overnight."

"Hahaha, thank you for your hard work, General Lütjens. I've heard about your performance in the Central Atlantic. You fought very well. The Führer will definitely be very happy." It was rare for Goering to congratulate a naval admiral like this.

"It's all thanks to the young carrier-based aircraft pilots. Without them, I wouldn't have it so easy." Lütjens said immediately and tactfully. Of course, he was telling the truth.

Goering smiled.

"In this naval battle, our warships basically did not see each other. All the fighters were dispatched. It can be said that carrier-based aircraft are the main force of my fleet." Lütjens said.

If we talk about the people who have good relations with the Air Force in the Navy, Lütjens is definitely the one with the highest rank, and he has a very good relationship with the flight instructor Zeppelin on the Zeppelin aircraft carrier, and also has a good relationship with the pilots. Goering certainly knew about this, and Zeppelin became a pilot at that time because of Lütjens' recommendation and Goering's approval.

Furthermore, it was well known among the top leaders that Lütjens and Reger had fallen out over differences in naval development concepts. For Goering, Lütjens was definitely worth winning over.

"Why, you came back alone this time?" Goering asked.

Normally, when Lütjens comes back, shouldn’t there be another “person” coming with him?

As an instructor of aircraft carriers and carrier-based aircraft, Zeppelin is now in charge of the GR186 wing. As the commander of the only carrier-based aviation force, the combat situation must be reported to Goering. And people like Goering are easy to talk to as long as they are in the right direction, so Zeppelin and Goering have a very good relationship.

"Oh, Zeppelin has some things to do in Brest, so she will be here late." Lütjens replied.

"matter?"

"Yes, she has to arrange the stationing, training and logistics of GR186 in France. Moreover, the port of Brest is too close to the UK, so she also has to arrange the coordination and overall command of GR186 with the local air force during its stationing. So she may come to visit you a little later. By the way, the air force wing in Brest seems to be called JG2, right?"

"Yes, it was the JG2, the Richthofen Squadron!" Goering said with a smile. But he couldn't help but raise his head slightly with pride. "I used to be from this unit, and later I was the commander of this unit! And I led them to organize group air combat, which was much better than the previous single-handed air combat!"

Talking about his past military achievements, Goering looked very proud.

"Well, yes, you were a famous war hero at that time! I also saw the photo in the newspaper of His Majesty the Emperor awarding you the Blue Max Medal..." Although he was usually serious, Lütjens also flattered him a little at this time.

"Hahaha, that's all in the past." Although he said so, Goering still smiled happily or proudly. However, while laughing, Goering remembered something else:

"By the way, you have the right to know. Focke-Wulf has recently been researching a new fighter, and the designer, Dr. Tank, said he could consider mounting airborne torpedoes on this aircraft. If Zeppelin and his team come back this time, I will arrange a test to see if it can be used on an aircraft carrier."

"Oh? Okay, I'll go and explain it later." Lütjens also nodded: "Thank you for your support for the navy, Your Excellency, Imperial Marshal."

"And she might come back to visit you, it seems like she has something to do with technology."

"Oh? What's the problem?"

"I heard her talk about parafoils last time. It seems to be about paragliding. With this thing, you can control the glide when parachuting to control the landing point. With conventional parachuting, the paratroopers can walk more than ten or twenty kilometers. With this, you can directly form a formation. She said it is very useful, but I am in the navy, so I am not very clear. Let her do it when the time comes."

Goering nodded.

"You guys seemed to be having a good chat." Hitler walked out in high spirits.

"Hello, Führer."

The three of them immediately turned around and greeted him.

"Lütjens, you were very quick. You were still in Brest yesterday."

"I rushed back overnight." Lütjens said with a smile.

"Okay, Bismarck, go find Eva. Your captain and I have something to talk about. Lunch will be here." The man with a mustache said to Bismarck again.

"Yes." Bismarck, who had no sense of presence, immediately agreed and walked in - but while chatting, a Persian cat could also "watch" this side.

Hmm...it seems that Goering looked over here after the Persian cat left?

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Goering looked at Bismarck with a little surprise, as if he had not expected that a secretary had such a good relationship with Hitler's wife.

Lütjens could only smile helplessly...

"So, my Reich Marshal, what are you doing here?" Hitler asked.

"Führer, it's still about the previous matter, the Europa." Goering said with a smile.

"The Europa? Raeder also told me about this, and he also said that he plans to convert the heavy cruiser Seydlitz, which is under construction, into an aircraft carrier." The man with a mustache looked at his watch: "He said he would come to report... I guess he should be here soon - then we can just meet up and have a small meeting. Lütjens, you report on the combat situation first, and then we can discuss the Europa and how to get rid of those Japanese."

"Yes!" said Lütjens and Goering.

Not long after, Raeder also arrived, but he was stunned when he saw Lütjens was also there.

On this side, Lütjens stood up and saluted his "former" boss.

But it was obvious that Redel did not appreciate this. He returned the greeting with a gloomy face and walked away without even stopping...

Chapter 329: Rhine Exercise

Four people appeared in the conference room, and the atmosphere was weird.

Bismarck certainly sensed Reger's presence and secretly wondered why the mustache guy allowed the two of them to meet.

However, Lütjens has already started reporting.

"······After the successful raid, my fleet took into account that all the planes needed maintenance after the Zeppelin's full-deck attack, and the hangar was saturated. The planes could not take off for at least five or six hours. In addition, the three British battleships had basically lost their combat effectiveness. So I ordered an evacuation. After reuniting with the Tirpitz, we arrived at the port of Brest on November 11th... This is the basic situation of this attack..."

In the office of the man with a mustache, Lütjens was making a report seriously and meticulously as usual.

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"About the experience and lessons of this naval battle... The most important experience of this operation is that aircraft carriers, as mobile airports at sea, successfully combine the mobility of the fleet and the combat radius of aircraft. The combat initiative brought by this mobility has been proven to be overwhelming in actual combat... With powerful carrier-based aircraft and pilots, we can raise our combat effectiveness to a new level. At least for the British, it is now overwhelming."