Bismarck

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that in that boundless ocean, there would be such a flat land; in that turbulent sea, there would be a lagoon as smooth as a mirror...

Although the wind was howling all around, the center of the lagoon was calm and peaceful. The German Navy's Eastern Expeditionary Fleet assembled here was wasting time distributing the last supplies from the transport ships and repairing the wounds bit by bit - including the old wounds that had not been repaired in the previous operation to intercept the large-scale Allied convoy; and also the damage suffered when breaking through the interception line two days ago - for example, Eugen's bridge...

After the fierce battle on April 27, although we won the victory, we also consumed a considerable amount of ammunition and supplies.

Eugen, who had the greatest record in the battle but also consumed the most, loaded the excess half base of 800 203mm shells from the supply ship into his own ammunition depot, filling it up.

For a ship girl, she will feel at ease only if she has ammunition and fuel in her stomach. After Eugen was stuffed with so many ammunition, the worry on her brow disappeared and she became a happy little girl again.

还剩余的380主炮弹、150副炮弹、还有105高炮弹，也在弹药库里能塞多少就塞了多少，几乎个个塞到了超载的状态：如果说俾斯麦和提尔比茨的380主炮弹960发的额定载弹量被塞到了1000发还可以接受的话，那么额定装载2400发150炮弹和6400发105炮弹的几个副弹药舱里，满满的塞进去了2900发150炮弹和7200发105炮弹的防爆钢桶和铁架，就塞的不是一般的拥挤了……

Now they have only one idea, which is to stuff as much food as possible into their stomachs and eat until they are full!

No matter how dangerous it is, it's better than running out of ammunition halfway through a fight.

And if this was just filling up the ammunition depot, which was already equipped with complete defensive armor and automatic fire extinguishing system, there were things that even exceeded the safety regulations - since the Prinz Eugen had no spare torpedo tubes, in order to prepare spare torpedoes for her, the four quadruple torpedo tubes of Bismarck and Tirpitz, which had not been loaded with torpedoes for who knows how long, were also stuffed with the last sixteen 533mm torpedoes.

Although these torpedo tubes were installed by Redel as early as the French period, it is easy to imagine the great safety risks of loading torpedoes on battleships.

However, even though it was overloaded to such an extent, there were still nearly 1600 rounds of 380 main gun shells and 12400 rounds of 105 anti-aircraft shells that could not be stuffed in. They had to be divided into five auxiliary cruisers, each carrying one-fifth, waiting to see if they could reunite before the final blockade line in the Atlantic after breaking through.

And the problem doesn’t end there…

When evacuating from Socotra Island, the fleet's fuel reserves were not sufficient. Now, after refueling the four ship girls and taking care of the submarines that were also preparing to break through and return home, the fleet's reserve fuel has been completely exhausted.

Looking at the empty oil tank, four captains and four ship maidens, eight heads huddled together with sad faces, racking their brains over the battlefield intelligence and Indian Ocean charts they had obtained from the Japanese army.

"…As for fuel, everyone has already filled up to the limit. The extra fuel has been put into oil barrels and placed in all places where gasoline barrels can be placed. Now there is no more space to squeeze in…"

"… Grape and I were rated at 7300 tons, but we actually loaded 7600 tons each; Eugen was rated at 3200 tons, but we actually loaded 3600 tons… As for Zeppelin, she originally had 7500 tons of fuel, plus a maximum of 2000 tons of gasoline. Before going out to sea this time, the bilge was scraped urgently, and now she has 3760 tons of gasoline plus 6000 tons of heavy fuel oil… But even so, her heavy fuel oil is only 80% of the rated amount…"

"…If we use some of my and Tizi's heavy fuel, the entire fleet's maximum endurance can barely reach 16 knots/8100 nautical miles (15000 kilometers). Theoretically, we can sail from Diego Garcia Island where we are now, around the Cape of Good Hope, all the way to Argentina or Liberia in West Africa, but…"

Looking at the statistical report in his hand, the secretary ship who was reading the manuscript was really a little crazy. He gritted his teeth and read out the last conclusion: "... However, if we take into account the headwinds of the westerly belt in the Cape of Good Hope on the way to breakout, as well as the spare consumption and combat losses in the battle, then the endurance must be reduced to at least 6400 nautical miles, which means that we can only travel two-thirds of the distance in the South Atlantic before the fuel is completely exhausted..."

By then... they can only drift on the sea.

After Bismarck finished speaking, he looked at Tizi who was propping his head up and looking bored, and Lindemann spoke in a bad mood: "Tizi and I have been monitoring their movements these days... According to the monitoring results, the remaining transport ships they had in East Africa had already organized a transport team to the Middle East as soon as we retreated - I bet they definitely had a plan in advance."

Seeing the impatient looks on the faces of the others around him, Lindman spat inwardly and continued, "And there is another situation. The British and Americans seem to have announced that they will organize shipping control in the South Pacific and the western half of the Indian Ocean... Regardless of nationality, all merchant ships must join their transport fleet and sail close to the coast..."

Just as Lindemann finished speaking, he was interrupted by Top:

"Sailing close to the coast? Regardless of nationality? Must we join the escort team? Cunningham and King, these bastards, are they planning to clear the land?"

"Maybe it's true..." Bangtai shook his head dejectedly, took a sip of coffee and sighed, "If they sail close to the shore, it means they may get support from shore artillery and aircraft at any time; as for the one who must join the escort team regardless of nationality, they must be afraid that our auxiliary cruiser, which is used as a supply ship, will impersonate us... If they deploy another fleet in the mid-Atlantic, it's basically waiting for us to be slaughtered."

After hearing Top's words, everyone nodded silently with a melancholy look on their faces. Even Lütjens, after nodding silently, took a long puff of his cigarette.

Although their shipgirls have very high endurance, it is definitely not infinite. And their transportation control plan is also directly aimed at the huge weakness of endurance - the enemy is not a fool, and the plan of clearing the countryside and increasing military deployment is obviously a very targeted plan.

If the diesel-powered, merchant ship-derived, camouflaged attack ships with high endurance can directly move to another location and carry out guerrilla warfare for a long time, they do not necessarily need to return home; and those submarines with strong concealment and that can be secretly resupplied by the supply submarines pre-deployed by Dönitz in the South Atlantic also have a higher chance of breaking through, then the large warships on our side will really become a problem.

Searching a large area of ​​sea requires fuel - whether it is a back and forth search or patrolling a large area of ​​sea, it takes a long time to sail. And a battle raid requires even more fuel - 72 hours of full speed fuel consumption is at least thousands of tons. In addition, even if you break through the mid-Atlantic, you don't know how much remaining fuel you will have to rob transport ships... Not to mention, even if everything goes well, the consumption will definitely not be small - there is still the last difficulty at the door of the North Atlantic.

Looking at his captain's face which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and then looking at everyone else who were all deep in thought, Bismarck, who was also in a depressed and irritable mood, looked out the window - just outside the glass that was splashed with layers of water by the wind and rain, the shore of Diego Garcia Island was also deserted.

Due to the forced retreat of herself and her sisters, the Japanese army, which was alone and helpless, had decided to shrink its forces and retreat to the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, located at the exit of the Strait of Malacca, to defend the Strait of Malacca in order to ensure the Pacific battlefield. Even though Diego Garcia is located in the center of the entire Indian Ocean and its strategic position is extremely important, even such an island base that controls the heart of the Indian Ocean is about to become a piece of chicken ribs and is forced to be abandoned.

On the deserted island, the locusts that were originally annoying to look at have now retreated - it seems that the Japanese troops that remain on the island are the last batch. As long as the wind and rain stop and I set sail, these locusts will be like gamblers who have nothing to gain, roll up their bedding and board the troop transport ship, and get out of here honestly, right?

Just like a few days ago, he and the captain were forced to abandon the Socotra Island Garrison and embark on a long march?

Although he had no good feelings towards the Japanese devils, for some reason, Bismarck suddenly felt a sense of panic about his bleak future...

The storm outside the window was roaring, and the smoke-filled conference room of the Bismarck was also overcast. The anguish of being forced to abandon the Indian Ocean theater and the pressure of insufficient fuel on the way to break out were like the rolling, oppressive dark clouds that seemed to have pressed down on the mast, weighing heavily on everyone's heart...

Chapter 654: It’s OK to Eat Some Oily Dregs

Bismarck, Lütjens, and even everyone in the conference room, knew one thing very well: although a group of people had made great achievements in the past few years, the number of warships lost by the British and American navies at their hands was simply countless - the British Navy was basically crippled, and the US Navy had to withdraw its main fleet to deal with the Pacific battlefield.

However, after all, the two opponents are world powers. Even if their navies have suffered such heavy losses, they are still able to put together a fleet with certain strength.

In order to prevent her from returning to Europe, it is conceivable that the Allies would deploy heavy troops in the Mid-Atlantic and North Atlantic. In order to ensure that she could break through and return to her homeland after a series of fierce battles, she had to be prepared to run at full speed for 3,000 nautical miles. Even if Bismarck, Tirpitz and Zeppelin had 7,000 to 8,000 tons of fuel, they would only last for five days if they ran at full speed. Not to mention, Eugen's fuel reserves and endurance were not as good as her three sisters... As for wanting to resupply at sea while breaking through at full speed? That was definitely overthinking.

That is to say, before the fleet breaks through the last section of the route, that is, from the mid-Atlantic to the mainland, they have to fill up at least a full base of fuel - 25400 tons of heavy oil and 2000 tons of gasoline. But... how can such a large amount of fuel be found just by saying so?

Heavy oil is just the oil residue left after crude oil is refined. It needs to be tested, especially the temperature required to produce fluidity and the flash point of ignition. Then, after heating and pressurization, the viscosity of the heated heavy oil can be reduced and flow into the boiler as fuel.

Although this means that even crude oil can be used as fuel after simple filtration and heating, the biggest problem now is that there is not much fuel available on the 15000-kilometer road from Diego Garcia Island where he is now to the mid-Atlantic.

The main force of ocean shipping in various countries at that time was basically medium-sized merchant ships of 5500 tons, with a maximum oil capacity of several hundred tons - that is, unless a special tanker could carry a large amount of oil, it was not enough to just capture merchant ships and drain their fuel. Not to mention that in order to save oil resources and utilize backward production capacity, many of the British and Commonwealth merchant ships built in a hurry during the war were still equipped with old-fashioned coal-fired boilers and steam engines.

On the other hand, although the British and American forces in the Middle East require an average of at least 500,000 tons of supplies per month, since they have just received supplies and the supplies previously stockpiled in East Africa have also arrived, the British and American troops in the Middle East and India will not lack supplies for at least two months.

Moreover, the Middle East war zone itself has oil production capacity, and building some low-standard refineries can also meet many needs. It’s just that high-end fuels such as high-grade aviation gasoline cannot be self-sufficient, that’s all…

And if we want to bring back crude oil from the Middle East for refining, it is too unrealistic. Whether it is the United States itself, the nearby Caribbean region, or even Peru on the Pacific Ocean, which is a little further away but not too far away, there are rich oil resources. And those places are much closer than the Middle East. The time it takes to bring back a ship of crude oil from the Middle East is enough to bring back ten ships from the Caribbean. Moreover, the Caribbean Sea is surrounded by a large number of island bases for protection. The safety factor of the sea area is relatively high compared to the Atlantic-Indian Ocean route with high winds and rough waves, German submarines and even warships everywhere. I don’t know how many Wallaces are safer...

Even if there are supply fleets in the Middle East, the British and American escort fleets in the South Atlantic have been confirmed to be covered by shore-based forces and terrain. Even so, the route of the Allied transport fleet is predictable, but they are backed by the coast - they don't need to worry about being outflanked by their own fleets relying on the mobility of the ship girls, and they can get reconnaissance warnings and air support from shore-based aviation. Even if they kill them, they will have at least one day to find a port to hide. They can even leave the merchant fleet to the port for cover, and the escort fleet will concentrate its forces to fight to the death with them.

Even considering the powerful combat effectiveness of the ship girls, it is not a problem to annihilate an escort fleet, and they can also destroy a certain number of transport ships, but... the problem now is not how many transport ships can be sunk, but how many tons of oil can be seized.

Moreover, the ammunition consumption for such a war would definitely not be very low - for us, who now have one less shell for every artillery shell we fire, this is a complete loss-making business.

On the other hand, the possibility of breaking out from the Pacific Ocean was indeed considered. However, this matter is actually more complicated. It involves not only military issues, but also diplomatic and logistical issues.

Japan basically did not produce German aircraft parts and ammunition calibers, and the quality of Japanese aviation fuel was worse than that of Germany. If the aircraft used Japanese fuel, the performance would be reduced. But the most critical problem was that Japan might not agree to provide fuel supplies to the German fleet.

Thirty thousand tons of oil is not a small number...

Moreover, Germany only has information on the locations of ports, sea charts, and shipping routes in the Oceania island chain and Australia before World War I, which are all islands currently occupied by Japan. As for the islands and ports occupied by Britain and the United States, even Japan itself has no idea about the specifics. More importantly, Australia is a coal-producing country, and many of their energy sources may not even use oil.

As for how much the Japanese knew about the Allied logistics problems, Lütjens didn't know, nor did Bonte, Lindemann, and Top. But when Bismarck was playing mobile games on his phone in the "future", he saw in the reference materials of a foreign web game of the same type that a submarine named U-511 was once given to Japan by the German Navy to support Japan's submarine commerce-breaking warfare. However, this submarine sank two Allied merchant ships on the way to Japan, but was shelved as soon as it arrived in Japan and no one cared about it.

And in those materials, Bismarck could also see that although Japan's own submarine force had a foundation laid by a large number of submarine experts recruited from Germany after World War I, it also developed a large number of large ocean-going submarines with a tonnage of three to four thousand tons, powerful firepower, and abnormal endurance.

But at this time, these Japanese submarines were pretending to be noble, saying that "it is a tradition of Bushido not to massacre civilians, women and children" (a Persian cat really wants to complain: where was your Bushido tradition when there were all kinds of mass graves in Nanjing and Unit 731?). On the one hand, they were running around in fear and in vain, trying to catch up with the Allied battle fleet that was sailing at a speed of only a few knots underwater, and on the other hand, they were lurking underwater, dragging rubber buckets, sneaking between the core bases and the defenders of various islands, doing the thankless work of diving supply ships. Even the Japanese army, which was dissatisfied with the insufficient number of naval submarines, simply found a civilian shipyard and built a batch of "road oil" for underwater towing...

The final result was that the terrifying American fleet of annihilation, even though it bombed the Japanese mainland to pieces, even though it was afraid and hated the Japanese Kamikaze suicide squad... but it did not need to worry about the issue of logistical escort... If Dönitz knew about this, he would probably point at the nose of the commander of the Japanese submarine fleet and scold him to death on the spot, right?

Shaking his head, Bismarck threw the group of elk and wolves out of his head.

And beside her, a bunch of people continued to sigh...

"The most important thing is that the situation is still unclear..." Bangtai shook his head and sighed.

"Yeah, the intelligence is too passive now." Top spat in boredom: "Commander, before we broke out, we asked Japan and China to provide relevant intelligence. Why hasn't the intelligence come yet?"

"It's probably because we're too far away from home, beyond the radio's range... As for negotiations with the Japanese, this involves politics and diplomacy, so it's not that simple. Please be patient."

Lütjens replied calmly. However, everyone here was familiar with Lütjens, and seeing the expression on their commander's face, they knew that the situation was far from being so trivial.

Of course, everyone knows that Lütjens didn't want to put too much pressure on himself, so he chose to bear the pressure himself - after all, his fleet was isolated overseas, and the supply situation was almost at the bottom, which was even worse than the Spee fleet thirty years ago. Whether he could bring everyone back, this responsibility, as you can imagine, was probably heavier than the Alps...

However, at this time, someone knocked on the door of the conference room: "Report to the commander. Someone from Japan has come. He said that according to the order of the Japanese army, he agreed to hand over some things to us..."

The words of the staff officer outside the door came in, and everyone in the conference room - including a bored little hamster in the corner - turned their heads away.

It looks like there is hope for a breakthrough.

……?

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Half an hour later, the atmosphere in the conference room had indeed changed. If the previous atmosphere was one of heavy pressure, the current atmosphere was one of both laughter and tears, plus a dilemma...

There were a few Japanese soldiers coming over, led by a lieutenant colonel, who seemed to be a commander of the Diego Garcia Japanese garrison headquarters. But he had been looking arrogant since he entered the room, and his expression was as if he had used the largest wolf-hair brush to write the word "arrogant" on his face. His speech and behavior showed that he had no idea of ​​what politeness, reason and courtesy were - he was obviously a lieutenant colonel, but he didn't take his general, two major generals and two colonels seriously at all.

Although he was asking for help now, everyone was holding back their tempers, and the more they looked at this man, the more they disliked him.

This man not only announced that the Japanese army had agreed to provide support - in fact, he just threw the things that the Japanese could not take away from Diego Garcia as garbage; he then handed over a so-called report on the Greater East Asia War - even Bismarck knew at a glance that this thing was most likely cut from Japan's own news.

In this booklet, which was obviously just mimeographed, the whole page was filled with "battle reports" such as "Our Great Japanese Empire is a vast world, the sea eagle dominates the ocean, and the United States and Britain will be eliminated to realize the East Asian co-prosperity and the kingdom of paradise..." As for the issues that he really cares about, in addition to the best answer to the question of the size of the Allied fleet in the Pacific Ocean, "probably, maybe, maybe there are four aircraft carriers", key issues such as "the possible location of the Allied fleet's logistics line and military stations", "the size of the Allied logistics team", and "the possible next plan of the Allied forces" are either "probably, maybe, maybe", or "The locust army of the Great Japanese Empire is invincible, crushing the United States and Britain, and it is just a matter of time to wipe out the United States and Britain"...

Looking at the Japanese with an expression that said "You German Navy horse shit should have some shame", the four captains and four ship girls in the conference room looked at each other and found that the eyes of everyone on their side basically said MMP.

"Isn't this all just bullshit... and the attitude is so disgusting."

Bismarck was secretly thinking about how to make things difficult for him.

After the negotiations were over, when Lütjens casually sent a staff officer and an interpreter to take him off the ship, this guy was still saying strange things to the German staff officer with a look of contempt - something like "It is because you retreated that we have to retreat too. Retreating from the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere is a shame for the samurai, and it's all because of you..."

Whether it was the staff officer and translator who sent them on board, or Bismarck who was secretly watching this man's face from his own body, they all felt that this man could not be so annoying.

So in the end, when this man was getting on the transport boat, he stepped on empty air for unknown reasons and fell into the sea. The German officers and soldiers standing on the side watching around him just watched the scenery and didn't even throw him a life buoy.

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When Bismarck explained the "tracking" and the "reason" for the Japanese officer's expression, everyone in the conference room, including Lütjens, was stunned.

"...In other words, we are actually treated like stray dogs and despised by such things? " After the stunned expression faded, Top's unhappy expression made one think that he probably wanted to beat someone up.

"...Top, forget it. Didn't sister Bismarck pull out his gangway and let him fall into the sea..." Eugen, who was a little nervous when he saw Top like this, pulled Top's sleeve weakly.

When Lütjens thought of this, he laughed.

"Tsk, sister, you are right, the Japanese are really annoying." Grape stood by the porthole with a pout, feeling relieved when he saw the Japanese trying to rescue people while the German sailors were watching calmly below.

"But they still left something behind this time... Is it because there are not enough transport ships?" Bangtai, who had been flipping through the transfer documents, put down the transfer documents in his hand and turned to look out the porthole. Under the stormy South Indian Ocean, Diego Garcia remained calm. The strong wind blew away the mist and smoke that might be on the sea, making the scenery between the sea and the sky more visible. On the other side of the turquoise lagoon were two Japanese destroyers and several small transport ships painted in Japanese colors and flying the Rising Sun Flag, which seemed to be busy with boarding operations.

"Don't count on it. It's definitely not enough." Lindemann on the other side shook his head and said with disdain: "I tell you, the behavior of these Japanese is no better than that of locusts. They said they would give us the bottom oil in the oil depot here, but it seems that they have almost drained the oil in the oil depot two days ago, right?"

"Don't mention it. I always thought that misers were the ones who opened a bank in The Merchant of Venice. This time, I've really broadened my horizons." Bangtai was furious when he heard Lindeman talking about this topic. "What did that guy say just now? They were going to blow this place up, but now they've given it to us to blow it up, so they took all the explosives away and asked us to provide them ourselves. I've never seen anyone so stingy in my life."

"Forget it, stop complaining so much. No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. If we can scrape out a ton of fuel, it's a ton. In my opinion, we should send people now." Lütjens stopped the complaints of his two right-hand men, and then directly asked Bismarck to use the fleet's broadcasting system to send an order to summon sailors to scrape the oil tanks.

Watching Bismarck walk out of the conference room, Lütjens couldn't help but look in the direction of the base on the shore: "... I don't know how they occupied this place, but they were able to snatch three or four intact large oil tanks from the British... From the looks of it, I guess they can scrape out about 1,000 to 8,000 tons of oil residue, right?"

"But, Commander, this amount of oil residue is not enough..." Bangtai calculated for a moment and said with some worry: "Eight hundred tons of oil residue divided among four ships, which is less than three hundred nautical miles..."

"...Wait." Suddenly, Lindemann, who was listening, shouted. Lütjens and Bonte were startled, and even Top, Zeppelin and the other three ship girls turned their heads to look over. However, the instigator was unaware of this:

"Commander, I remember that our country has an agreement with Japan. Our merchant ships and disguised attack ships can stop and resupply in Japan, right?"

After hearing Lindeman's words, the other people looked at each other and instantly understood what Lindeman meant:

"You mean, we should squeeze out the fuel from the merchant ships and concentrate it to protect the oil tankers? And then let them go to Japan to refuel and resupply?"

"No, no, no, that's not all I meant." Lindman smiled cunningly, stretched out his fingers and gestured, saying, "You all know that the mission of the disguised attack ship is to independently launch guerrilla warfare on the high seas, and the main thing that merchant ships have to do now is to use trade smuggling to break through the British and American maritime blockade to maintain the import of local resources..."

"However, the two American merchant ships that you captured in Mogadishu last time, Top, were neither disguised attack ships nor registered merchant ships. So, this is my opinion: the other disguised attack ships and merchant ships can go to Japan and perform whatever missions they are supposed to perform. But they can leave more oil for us, and then use the two captured American ships as transport ships - I estimate that when we reach the mid-Atlantic, there will definitely be fierce battles, and the consumed materials and fuel will be taken away from these two ships, and finally the merchant ships can be discarded."

"I calculated that the fuel for merchant ships plus the scraped oil can guarantee 2,400 tons. This way, our endurance will increase by more than 700 nautical miles. It's enough for us to go to West Africa and rob them." Lindman gestured with excitement and said, "I just thought of something - the last time the commander of the Central Atlantic asked me to take grapes to bombard Ascension Island, I sank an American ship on the way. The Americans who salvaged it said that they have been importing natural rubber from Liberia and Sierra Leone. So..."

"So what you mean is that as long as we can get there, we can rob their merchant ships? Emmmmm...it seems like this is something we can try."

Thinking of this, Lütjens, Bonte, Top, Zeppelin...all began to have their eyes light up.

The Pacific Ocean is too far away and the situation is unclear; the South American waters have been completely taken over by the shipping management department organized by the US Navy, and although those countries are fence-sitters, they cannot be easily robbed as it involves national diplomacy. So, the only option left is probably West Africa.

Then, there is only one problem:

"The British have Ascension Island Airport on guard in front of the waist of the Mid-Atlantic Ocean. As you know, the location of that island is just right to block the waist of the Mid-Atlantic Ocean. Moreover, Sierra Leone and Brazil on the other side are both controlled by the Americans. Even though the main force of the Americans is in the Atlantic Ocean now, their cordon here will definitely not be too loose... But now, the most troublesome thing is the inaccurate intelligence..."

Lütjens thought about it and was still a little cautious.

However, everyone's minds were already active at this time, and even a certain ship cat who had just finished broadcasting and returned to the meeting room began to feel relaxed. She also began to roll her eyes and come up with bad ideas.

A pair of slender hands gently pressed on the captain's temple and began to rub it. Bismarck's bad idea also began to come up:

"Captain, this isn't difficult." The smiling ship cat massaged Lütjens' temples, bent down, and put his head over Lütjens' shoulder: "I was the flagship of the Atlantic Fleet after all - although I am no longer the flagship after passing the Gibraltar Fortress, but I still remember the regulations~"

"...Yeah, I almost forgot about that." Lütjens, who was always expressionless, blinked with a 0.0 look on his face after he realized what was going on. He looked like he was in a daze. "According to the regulations, the naval theater has jurisdiction over the warships operating in the sea area and the obligation to provide intelligence and support. In other words, whether it is a fleet with independent missions and does not need to accept the jurisdiction of the theater within the scope of the mission, or a fleet without independent missions and must accept the jurisdiction of the naval theater, at least they can get intelligence support."

"Yes, and the current commander of the Atlantic Fleet is Dönitz, who has a pretty good relationship with us~"

Looking at his own silly and cute captain, Bismarck winked playfully and flicked his tail gently.

That look was like a happy tabby cat that had stolen a fish and was full.

Chapter 655: Walking into the Deep Ocean

"Your Excellency, the Americans have sent a notification!"

Belle Dura DeSpisio, a heroic secretary dressed in a female military uniform, knocked gently on the door. After receiving a response, she walked into the office of the British First Sea Lord with the most impeccable military appearance and a briefcase.

"Honey, what did the Americans say (Snap!)... Ouch..."

A folder was slapped on Cunningham's Mediterranean head in an unpleasant manner.

Ignoring the old man, the expressionless War-weary pulled out the document and read out, "We just received intelligence reports from the Americans. Their radio decryption agency in the Pacific intercepted some telegrams. The specific content is that Lütjens found the Japanese base in Diego Garcia and asked Japan to provide him with some intelligence on the Pacific battlefield. Moreover, the Japanese high-level officials actually asked the Japanese troops in Diego Garcia to pass the information to him... The Americans initially judged that Lütjens might enter the Pacific battlefield, but it is not clear whether the specific direction is Australia or the Pacific Island Chain. Because our country is Australia's suzerain, after the relevant intelligence was handed over to Australia, a copy was also sent to us..."

"Really? Let me see..." Cunningham, who was covering his head with one hand, took the intelligence report with his other hand and began to read it carefully. After reading it, he thought about it for a while, then turned his head and handed the intelligence report to his secretary.