Bismarck

The captain of the Bismarck watched the major leave, then called me at the door.

"Here!" I shouted and ran over quickly.

"Follow him to the fortress and get to know the important places. It will be useful to you," the captain said lightly. He looked at the small boat with a dark look in his eyes.

"Understood," I nodded, turning and walking into the night.

I followed the major into the fortress, and then walked around it completely by myself, memorizing the locations of the fortress's ammunition depots and other places.

However, the ammunition depot is not easy to hit. I estimated that it is located at the lower back, with a mountain wall in front and buildings on top. It may be difficult for my naval guns to hit it at an elevated angle. Even a 380-caliber cannon would be impossible to penetrate such a thick mountain wall.

"It seems that we can only knock down the defensive fortifications above first and let the ground troops in." I made the decision in my mind. My original mission was to assist the ground troops. Why should I think so much? I can just suppress them with artillery fire.

After daybreak I returned to the ship and drew a topographical map from memory for the captain, who would then pass it on to the army commander.

"Thank you for your hard work," said the captain.

He had just gotten up and hadn't put on his military uniform yet, only a white shirt. He took my drawing, glanced at it, and then put it in the filing cabinet.

"When is Lindemann going to hold that memorial event?" I pulled out a stool and sat down, picking up a book. Now I really spend all my free time in the captain's room. The captain doesn't even pay attention to me, and he just does his own thing.

"Tomorrow" He came out of the bathroom and put on his coat.

"Isn't tomorrow the 20th? Yesterday, the major wanted us to leave right after we finished the work."

"Your engine will break down the day after tomorrow," the captain said calmly.

"Captain, is it really okay for you to say that?" I black line

So, as the captain said, when Lindemann finished the commemorative activities and the Polish officer boarded the ship again, the captain "helplessly" told him that my main engine had a problem, so we had to stay in Danzig for a few more days. As expected, the major, who was looking forward to our fulfillment of the promise, was shocked when he heard this answer, but he still maintained a good manners, did not curse, and said some polite words before getting off the ship politely.

"Captain, isn't our purpose too obvious?" I asked with some concern.

"Do you think there are still people who don't know our purpose?" The captain said lightly, not taking the Polish army's reaction to heart at all. "They just don't know the date we will launch the attack."

After saying that, he turned and went back to the room.

Just as I worried, after the Polish commander went back, the Polish army's alert level was immediately raised to a higher level, and the next day there were fighter planes circling over my head.

This was a demonstration. I looked at the buzzing planes without any worries. They didn't even carry torpedoes. How could I be afraid of you? When these planes circled over my head, they just served as targets for me to simulate attacks. (Simulated attacks, as the name suggests, are simulated attacks... In fact, they are just a complete battle process, except that they don't fire. It's basically the same.)

"Da da da, one plane... and another!" I was having a lot of fun playing with planes.

On the 23rd, I learned from the captain that the "Soviet-German Non-Aggression Agreement" had been signed. Of course, this was a secret and not made public. The captain was one of those people who had the right to know. From his conversation with him, I could hear that he was relieved. This way, when we attacked Poland, we didn't have to worry about someone stabbing us in the back.

All preparations have been completed, just waiting for the early morning of the 26th, when my dazzling artillery fire will cover the entire coast!

During this period, the Polish officer also came several times, but we all told him the same reason. In fact, he should know why. How could a new main engine like mine break? Are you kidding me?

On the 24th, I met the commander of the commando, who was in his 40s or 50s, tall and handsome, with clear facial features and a beautiful chin. I had to sigh again that the Germans were really good-looking. Taking advantage of the night, I secretly brought him to the ship in a civilian costume.

"Miss Bismarck is Asian?" he asked me.

"No, I'm Asian and grew up in Germany," I replied in standard German

"There are very few girls in the army. Most of them are in the logistics department. There are even fewer like you in the frontline troops."

"I am just a secretary on Bismarck" I smiled

"It was Lütjens who recruited you," he said affirmatively

I looked at him in surprise. I didn't expect him to call the captain by his name. In the military, those who can call each other by their names are at least equals. But, a commando commander is equal to the captain? Impossible.

But my tone immediately became respectful. I couldn't let others say that the captain's subordinates were impolite, right?

"Yes, the captain recruited me specially." I nodded.

"Then you have very good abilities. Do a good job, little girl."

The boat slowly approached the hull, a ladder was lowered from the side of the ship, and I led him to the captain's room.

"Hi, Lütjens," the commander laughed and walked up and hugged the captain.

The captain's face showed a moment of surprise. "Guderian? Why are you here?"

I was shocked. This person turned out to be Guderian!!! The legendary father of blitzkrieg. Oh my god, I didn't expect that I just drove a boat for Guderian... No, I have to write this down!

"Haha, I just arrived at the front line yesterday, and came over when I knew you were here." Guderian patted the captain's shoulder, talking and laughing, the two looked like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

Now this is considered a standard front line. It seems that what the later history books said is true. Guderian, like Rommel, did not like to stay in the rear and command. Instead, as a general, he often went to the front line. It is said that because of this habit, Guderian often broke into places faster than the main force, and sometimes encountered danger.

I always thought the founder of Blitzkrieg was a very cold person, but I didn't expect him to be a talkative uncle...

Where is the promised battle between land and sea!!! I was watching from the sidelines, complaining in my heart, how come this is not according to the script!

"You are a bit far from me," the captain said calmly, "the terrain here is definitely not suitable for your battlefield."

It seems that the captain also has some understanding of his tactics.

"It's okay. It's just a matter of a flight. The last time you came back to Berlin, I happened to be out of town and didn't have a chance to meet you. I have to meet you this time."

"When will you go back?" the captain asked

"We'll be back tomorrow morning. It's not long, just a two-hour flight," Guderian said nonchalantly.

It turns out that General Guderian took a two-hour flight just to meet the captain and reminisce about the past. This must be true love.

Right! Right!

"You are so idle!" The captain sneered. "Bismarck, serve my friend a cup of Chinese tea."

"Oh, my dear Lütjens, you know I don't like bitter tea," Guderian said with a smile, "My dear lady, just give me a cup of coffee."

"Captain, what do you think I should give the general to drink?" I asked

"Don't worry about him, Cha," the captain glanced at him and said lightly

"Do not--"

"I'm sorry, General Guderian, I listen to the captain," I said with a smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

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"Lütjens, your girl is pretty good." After I left, Guderian smiled at the captain, but what he didn't know was that I could hear the whole thing.

"No need for you to remind me." The captain glanced at him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Two things. One is to see you, and the other is to get the map. Didn't you say you got the internal map of the fortress?" Guderian replied

"Just ask your men to come get it." The captain stood up and took out the map I had drawn from the safe.

"Didn't I say I came to see you?" Guderian took the map, looked at it carefully and commented, "It's quite detailed. How did you get it? It's just that the drawing is too ugly."

"Bismarck did it," said the captain.

"That little girl?" Guderian asked in surprise. "She is indeed capable. I was wondering why you have a female secretary. I hope she didn't hear me commenting on her painting skills."

The captain was silent: "She already knows."

Yes, General Guderian, I already know... I silently stuffed a handful of tea leaves into the teacup. Well, the more bitter it is, the more you will experience the feeling of sweetness after bitterness. This is for your own good, General!

"Lütjens, your wife has been dead for a long time," Guderian suddenly said

"Yeah," the captain hummed.

"Don't you plan to find another one?" He advised, feeling just like the elders in later generations urging marriage. "I think this secretary Miss Bismarck is good."

I was walking and suddenly twisted my foot. I managed to keep the tea from spilling and my face started to turn red.

"Guderian, enjoy your tea." The captain said something that puzzled him, but I could understand it very well... The tea tasted good.

"Just now I talked to her on the way. This girl is polite and good-looking. I can see that she has a crush on you. Why don't you consider it?" He smiled and said, "Does she have a boy she likes? Don't worry. Those twenty-something guys are not as attractive as you."

The captain was already holding his forehead, but Guderian was still chattering.

"But the only thing that doesn't suit her is that she's Asian, which makes it hard for the Fuhrer to pass the test. But at least she's not Jewish, so she can just not get married."

hehe···

"Hey, speaking of Jews, what do you think of the situation in the country?" Guderian sighed. "All the Jews in our country have been arrested. There is no Jew on the street. Those SS are really too much."

"Didn't we do this last year?" the captain said helplessly.

"Some were arrested last year and later released, but this time they are said to be building a concentration camp."

"Concentration camp?" The captain seemed to have never heard of this term.

"It is to concentrate all Jews, and the initial location is set up in Warsaw," Guderian said. "I really don't understand what the SS wants to do."

He didn't dare to say the Führer, but everyone knew who instructed the SS.

"Wait till you take down Warsaw?"

"right"

The captain was silent for a while. "The superiors have deviated from the route. I think according to the habits of the SS, this matter will not be so simple."

"Do they want to kill all the Jews? There are millions of them. They can't be so stupid. Isn't this pushing Germany to death?"

"They are not that stupid, but their large-scale arrest of Jews has caused strong dissatisfaction in the international community." The captain sighed. "In America, many financial groups are controlled by Jews. If they unite against us, it will have a significant impact on American diplomacy."

"This is a really bad move," Guderian said angrily

"But what we should be most worried about right now is the relationship between Poland and Britain. If they get into a mess, it will be a huge obstacle to our operations," said the captain. "The British navy is not something we can contend with."

"Britain is a problem, but Poland must be taken anyway," Guderian said firmly.

"Yes, this is German land." The captain glanced at him.

I knocked on the door. "Captain, I'm coming in."

"Enter"

"Ms. Bismarck, why is your face so red?" Guderian asked curiously, "The weather is not that hot, is it?"

I felt the captain's gaze sweeping over me, and I lowered my head in a evasive manner.

"General Guderian, please - have some tea"

I smiled and brought the cup of strong tea...

Chapter 31: The Eve of the War

General Guderian left before dawn, and I saw him off and returned to the captain's room.

At this time, it was already the 25th, and there were less than 24 hours left before launching the attack.

"Tomorrow at 4:20 sharp, you will start shelling the Polish positions," the captain said to me.

I nodded and bent down to fill the captain's cup with water. In addition to chatting, he and Guderian also discussed the issue of sea and land coordination all night yesterday, so they hadn't rested.

"Army bombers will take off half an hour before the attack begins and arrive within ten minutes after you start the attack. They will destroy the nearby Polish airports and eliminate the threat to you." The captain rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Captain, please go and rest," I whispered, "Your command will begin soon."

"It's okay," the captain shook his head. "It's just one night without sleep. I'm not that old."

"Then let me give you a massage," I said. The massage techniques I learned on TV before could be used now. I had been testing them on my father at that time, and he especially liked my techniques.

Thinking of the past, I sighed slightly, adjusted the softness of my own projected skin to the most comfortable level, then placed both hands on the captain's head and pressed slowly.

"Captain, are you okay?" I asked softly.

The captain did not refuse. He sighed and said, "Bismarck, I didn't expect you to have such a function."

"I have many more skills, Captain," I said with a smile, "You will slowly discover them."

Although the captain said he was not sleepy, he was old after all, and could not compare with young and strong men. He closed his eyes comfortably and fell asleep soon.

"Don't ask anyone to disturb the captain, he just fell asleep," I called the orderly and told him.

"Yes, Miss Bismarck," he nodded.

I walked to the bridge and saw Lindemann calling a combat meeting of the heads of various departments on the ship. He was distributing tasks to each department, and after the meeting they would convey them to the lower-level crew members. Soon, the entire ship would know what we would do tomorrow.

The chief engineer "Miss Bismarck" greeted me with a smile. He was one of the first crew members to see me.

"Hello, Chief Engineer. I can't go out drinking with the Deputy Chief recently," I said with a smile.

The chief engineer had a bitter face. Everyone knew that he loved drinking, but now was an emergency and alcohol was banned on the ship, so everyone laughed in schadenfreude.

"Captain, what are you doing?" Lindemann asked me.

I looked at him and said, "He just fell asleep. Don't disturb him unless it's something serious."

"Hey, Miss Bismarck is really protective of the captain. I'm so envious." The speaker was the gunner of the Dora turret, and he winked at me.