Bismarck

Qiberin hummed slightly and said nothing more.

Bismarck was even more depressed...

After all, Japan is their ally.

"Oh...I really want to go back..."

"What? You want to go back to your dear captain's home now? Are you...?" Zeppelin thought that Bismarck wanted to go back to Lütjens' home and began to tease Bismarck.

"…No, I'm just in a bad mood…" Bismarck couldn't help but feel depressed. How should he answer Zeppelin about traveling through time…

But soon, a Japanese officer began to ask Zeppelin, "Ms. Zeppelin, I am Lieutenant Colonel Minoru Genda. You are an ace pilot and a heroine, so I would like to ask you, what do you think of the trend of air combat at sea?"

"Oh? Are you asking me this question?"

Seeing that the other party seemed to be an expert as well, Zeppelin was happy.

"The general trend is to do a good job of aerial command and make all the teams work more closely together."

"So what do you think about air combat?" Upon hearing this answer, Genda Minoru, who was already thinking hard about large-scale combat command because of a certain topic, began to light up his eyes. The Battle of Taranto benefited him a lot, and if he could get guidance from an ace pilot.

"In our recent few air battles, the enemy's interception was very powerful, so the fighters must cooperate well..." Zeppelin, who was in high spirits, began to talk about his experience in air combat, while Genda Minoru, Nagumo Chuichi, and even Yamamoto Isoroku began to record it in detail.

"...Okay, I understand. Thank you! I have another question: What do you think will be the future development trend of air combat and attack?" Genda Minoru, who had remembered what Zeppelin had said about the air combat command experience and operations, began to ask the question that concerned him most.

And it wasn't just him, Yamamoto's eyes also seemed to start shining.

"Hmm... roughly speaking, it's a high-speed fighter with high horsepower, high altitude and high speed, and a certain degree of defense."

"Eh?" Genda was stunned. "What about the highly maneuverable fighter jets?"

"We have seen fighters with high maneuverability. The British Fulmar has good maneuverability. But that kind of maneuverability is not practical!" Zeppelin's tone was full of disdain. "Of course maneuverability is important, but speed is more important. Think about it, if the speed difference is 30 kilometers, the distance will be several hundred meters in one minute. Although maneuverability is useful in combat, if our high-speed aircraft do not engage in dogfighting with them, but rely on impact force to hit and run, or even take turns to attack, no matter how good the fighter's combat performance is, without speed, it is nothing!"

"You seem to be from the Air Force, right? You will lose altitude if you circle. If the engine horsepower is not strong enough and can't provide enough pulling force, it will be more difficult to accelerate and climb back. Without altitude and speed, the more you circle, the more you lose altitude. In the end, won't you fall to the ground?"

"Also, the plane has to be more resistant to attack. After all, it's very difficult to train pilots. Every one who can fly back is a success..."

Genda Minoru's face was a little unhappy. After all, he was born in the flight demonstration team and always believed that maneuverability was the core. He didn't care even if the aircraft's structural strength was a little worse. But this time... The most terrible thing was that Zeppelin had actual combat experience, and he was only here to learn from others, not to quarrel.

In fact, the most important thing is that as a pilot, he also knows in his heart that what Zeppelin said is right...

But before he could say anything, Yamamoto spoke up: "Ms. Zeppelin, do you mean that high speed and survivability are the trends?"

"Yes, in fact, air combat is the same as naval combat in terms of seizing positions. The one who is faster definitely has the initiative." Zeppelin used a term that traditional naval battleships may understand better. "As for survivability, as I said before, the enemy has strong defenses. We may lose 30%-40% of our aircraft in one assault, and they will also desperately repair their ships, so it is likely that we will have to make multiple assaults to truly ensure that a capital ship is sunk."

"With such a huge loss, on the one hand, we must do a good job of replenishing personnel and training more pilots. On the other hand, of course, we must ensure the survivability of aircraft and warships. After all, training pilots and building warships are not easy." As she spoke, Zeppelin herself became a little unhappy. After all, her title of "armored aircraft carrier" was not really true.

With a 20mm flight deck and only 40mm main horizontal armor, didn’t the Cricket suffer greatly in the Battle of Newcastle?

But Yamamoto and Nanyun, and even Genda Minoru, were obviously thinking about other things...

"The Imperial Navy only trains 50 carrier-based aircraft pilots a year, which doesn't seem to be enough... In addition, perhaps the Empire needs new, high-powered, more durable, high-speed fighters...?" by Yamamoto

"Reconnaissance, radar, damage control... to ensure the survivability of warships and aircraft...?" by Nanyun

"Relying on air combat command to enhance combat effectiveness... But now many aircraft don't even have radios, how about tactical coordination...? In addition, speed and maneuverability... Is speed more important than maneuverability...?" by Genda

Only Bismarck sat there, feeling angry just looking at these Japanese.

"Zeppelin, don't leak the secret!" She warned "viciously", otherwise I will make you pay!

ps: There is another wedding banquet today...all my childhood playmates are married, but I am still single...I am so sad!!!

Chapter 332: Caught in Bed (Thick Fog) - Room.

Of course, it was impossible for Zeppelin to keep silent to the Japanese, and Bismarck was not in a position to stop her, otherwise his position would be very suspicious. However, many confidential matters were not told in the end, and only some experience in the use of aircraft carriers was passed on to the Japanese commanders.

However, even such experience is extremely rare for the Japanese. After all, it is all gained from actual combat on the battlefield and is extremely precious.

Yamamoto Nanyun and his companions felt that the trip was worthwhile. After saying goodbye to Reger and Little Mustache, the Japanese delegation set off on their journey back home.

The winter was getting colder and colder, and finally one morning it began to snow heavily. The goose-feather-sized snowflakes covered the whole of Berlin in pure white in a very short time. The number of pedestrians on the streets also suddenly decreased. Most of the citizens hid in their homes, and every household began to light up their warm fireplaces.

The streets at that time did not have as many cars as those in later generations. After the snow flakes accumulated, they would not melt for a long time and would not become dirty. They remained clean white. Therefore, every street became a paradise for children, and the cheers of snowball fights were endless - of course, the people involved also included a certain Bismarck.

Even though the important Christmas of the year was just half a month away, Lütjens was still very busy at work. It was always like this after the end of a war, with summaries and reports to be made. So, without the identity of a secretary, Bismarck was left at home by him - to look after the house.

In addition, Eva has been busy recently and has not come to play with her. It is almost the New Year, and Hitler needs to accompany him to various activities. Bismarck, who still has a childlike heart, has to play in the snow at home alone, such as having snowball fights. Soon, the agile and skilled Persian cat soon became the king of children in the neighborhood, with the support of hundreds of people and a high prestige... Although it is not something to be proud of.

The children around were basically the children of high-ranking German officials, and Lütjens did not stop his secretary ship from playing with them - but in his opinion, what they were doing was really childish, playing snowballs with a battleship... Well, even to some extent, Bismarck was still a child, and it was only a short time since he was in the water.

To Bismarck, she is always seventeen years old!

Of course it’s the children!

Will that girl admit that she is old?

"Sister Bismarck, please come to my house in the evening. I have a delicious dinner tonight." After Bismarck led a group of children to gloriously fight off the "invaders" from the next street, many little boys extended invitations to the beautiful sister. Ahem, it would be best if they could have a kiss with her.

Beautiful sisters are very popular in any era.

"Sister, there are people at home. My captain will be back soon. I'll take you out to play when I have time." Bismarck said with a smile, "It's getting late. You should go home quickly."

Every day Lütjens gets off work and goes home on time. When he gets home at this time, the familiar car will definitely be there.

The dim street lights also came on.

When Bismarck returned, Lütjens had just stepped out of the car, and then he saw his secretary coming over with snow on his hair.

"Going out to play in the snow again?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's boring." Bismarck shook her hair. Her body temperature distribution was of course different from that of ordinary people. Generally, the places that were touched basically maintained normal body temperature. Some places depended on her mood, such as the top of her head. Especially when playing in the snow, it would be so uncomfortable if the snow melted on her hair. So it was basically the same as room temperature, and the snow could accumulate.

"How many times have I told you to wear more clothes?" Lütjens looked helplessly at Bismarck walking towards her in a short skirt. She wore the same special military uniform all year round, which made her stand out among the bloated crowd around her. When others were shivering, she was the only one who looked relaxed.

"I'm not cold." Bismarck continued to shake his hair indifferently. This is the disadvantage of having long hair.

"Others will think you're cold. It's not good to stand out." Lütjens shook his head, then took off his coat and put it on Bismarck, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"Hehehe." Bismarck smiled and didn't know what to say, and walked in at ease. The captain's coat still had body temperature, and unlike the sailors on other ships who were sloppy and sweaty, she could only smell the perfume mixed with a faint smell of tobacco.

When they reached the gate, Lütjens put his hand down, and Bismarck took off his coat and gave it to Krupp.

"General, dinner is ready."

Lütjens asked as he walked inside.

"Are you ready for Christmas?"

Christmas is a very important event for everyone.

"Well, it's ready, and I asked Miss Liliana, and she said last time that she would arrive on Christmas Day." Krupp reported.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. Tell me if you need anything."

"Yes, General."

It was another sumptuous dinner. Even though there was only one person on a boat eating, most of the food was eaten by Bismarck. Lütjens did not eat much on the contrary. Bismarck's appetite was really getting better and better.

He shook the wine glass and watched the wine roll around in the glass.

"Time flies, it's Christmas again."

"I forgot what we did last Christmas," he said.

"Well, last Christmas..." Bismarck raised her head, thought seriously, and then made the tragic discovery that she didn't know what she was doing last Christmas.

forget.

"I remember last year or the year before last, Lily spent the New Year with us." Bismarck blinked and said, "This is what I remember most."

"That was the year before last, in 39." Lütjens pointed out helplessly, "You have a really bad memory."

"Hey, hey, I forgot."

"The situation is still under control. If we don't escalate the war, we should be able to win. What are you going to do when the war is over?" Lütjens looked at Bismarck and smiled.

"Well, maybe. For now, we still have the upper hand." Bismarck said, "If it really ends, I can only beg the Führer not to dismantle the ship."

She smiled and said, "Captain, I should say, what are you going to do in the future."

"Hahahaha, of course I will remain the Atlantic Commander and Captain of the Bismarck."

"But America is a problem. We should be thankful that they are still neutral."

"Captain, this is not something you can decide, and there is nothing you can do about it," Bismarck consoled.

"But I'm worried about something else..."

"whats the matter?"

"Hood... forget it, it's okay."

In a few days it will be the 41st year. As a major event in Bismarck's life, even if she comforts herself that history has changed, she cannot skip this hurdle.

Rhine Exercises...

"Do I have any tasks recently?" she asked.

"No." Lütjens shook his head. "After Christmas this time, we will go to Wilhelm, and then we may go to the Mediterranean, but most of us will probably go back to Brest. The situation in the Mediterranean is not that urgent right now."

"Oh, that's how it is."

"You must also be prepared to be separated from Zeppelin and Tirpitz. After all, they will let you go if they are needed, depending on the mission. Germany only has a few ships." Seeing Bismarck, who was a little unhappy about being separated from his sisters, Lütjens said.

"I understand." Bismarck smiled again. Wasn't she alone before?

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After dinner, Bismarck and the captain went upstairs.

Lütjens had nothing to do, so he sat on the sofa and picked up a book to read.

Bismarck picked up a pen and scribbled on the white paper, and slowly the shape of a piece of clothing appeared.

"Captain, stand up!" she said suddenly.

Lütjens looked up in confusion and saw Bismarck jumping in front of him with excitement.

"what's up?"

"Hey~ Stand up~" Bismarck took out a tape measure and shook it in front of him, then grabbed the captain's arm and pulled him up.

"Let me measure it for you."

"Why are you measuring this?" Lütjens asked, looking at Bismarck who was circling around him.

"You don't have any other clothes in your closet. Are you going to wear a military uniform when you go out? I designed a sweater that will definitely suit you. It will be very handsome."

"show me."

"promise."

Bismarck placed the paper in front of the captain.

"What is that black mass?" Lütjens could only see that the thing was in the shape of clothes, and he couldn't make out anything else. Moreover, the style was a bit strange.

"Ahem, that's a draft!" Bismarck snatched the paper again and treated it as a treasure. This dress was a style she recalled from memory. Her father had worn it and it was very handsome and suitable for men of this age. The captain would definitely be suitable for it too.

"Come on, bust."

Bismarck and her captain stood face to face. She leaned into Lütjens' arms, put her hand around his back, and lightly touched him with the tape measure.

"Her breasts are so big, bigger than mine." Bismarck muttered quietly.

"What did you say?"

"No, no." Bismarck said quickly.

But, speaking of it, it’s such a good position now (fog), bah, it’s obviously a position, aren’t we doing anything?

His position was just under the captain's chin. He put away the measuring tape, and the naughty Persian cat stood on tiptoe and kissed him when no one was paying attention.

"What are you doing!!!"

The door of the conference room was suddenly opened, followed by an incredible shout.

I don't know when Liliana appeared...

Bismarck froze, and quickly parted her lips. Looking at the angry Liliana, she regretted why she didn't use her mental power today...

ps: The **i that all you gentlemen love to see.

Chapter 333: Soap Opera: Do you want to be my ma?