Bismarck

The porridge that had been heated once was no longer fresh, and even tasted a little strange. Bismarck, feeling depressed, fed Lily and snuggled up to her under the sunset outside the window. In the cruel war, everyone relied on each other for warmth.

However, Lily felt that the porridge tasted really fragrant and sweet.

Although her lungs and back still hurt, her demands were not high - at least she was still alive, which was better than anything else...

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The atmosphere in Kiel, shrouded in darkness and under the curfew, was a bit weird, but in Lütjens' eyes, the mood of his own secretary was the real unpredictable thing.

After going to the hospital to take care of Lily during the day, he came back with a complicated and resentful look on his face, and for some reason, he suddenly became a little silent.

We are about to set sail. Why is she, as her own secretary ship, suddenly in such a low mood?

"Bismarck, what's wrong? Why are you so depressed? Is Lily okay?"

Looking at Bismarck like this, Lütjens' first reaction was to think of his daughter's body! His heart suddenly hung, and then he asked with some worry.

After all, this is his daughter! How could he not care?

"She was injured at noon, but she's fine now..." She was in a state of anxiety, and her voice was a little vague.

"Then...you look upset, are you thinking about something?" Hearing that Lily was fine, Lutjens was slightly relieved at first, but he felt even more strange.

Bismarck was careless and heartless all day long. Now that Lily has nothing to do, you...

"I originally wanted to take Lily on board and let her go with us. But the doctor said that she needs long-term rest due to her current injuries. Not only can she not bump into anything, but she can't even talk too loudly... But, although it's better for her to rest here, I'm worried about her staying in the hospital alone..."

Bismarck continued to look out the window at the dim night, and his emotions were still a little vague when he spoke.

"So that's what it is! We are going to war, not to go on a picnic. Besides, the boat is so bumpy, Lily can't go with us. Besides, if Lily goes with us, what will Raeder and the Führer think?" Seeing that Bismarck was still a little absent-minded, Lütjens became more confused. But in order to adjust her mood, he pretended to be happy and made a little joke.

After all, this is just his own secretary ship - whether as a battleship or as his own secretary ship, she is in a low mood. As her captain, no matter what, he needs to enlighten her.

"Maybe..." Bismarck closed his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and even didn't want to talk.

Lily was a bit like a hostage in a sense, and besides, what bothered her was not that she couldn't take Lily with her to the sea. Although she wanted to take her, she also knew that it was unrealistic from any perspective.

"Then..." Lütjens was even more confused.

What happened to this girl today? Why is she so depressed that she doesn't even want to talk to me? According to her, Lily should be fine, but...

The more Lütjens thought about it, the more confused he became, while Bismarck felt more and more complicated.

She felt that her mind was very confused, really confused!

In addition to Lily's recurrence of injuries today, there was also the turmoil in Berlin's Chinatown and what she saw in Hamburg's Chinatown. Except for those guys who were indeed involved in gangs and did all kinds of bad things, these Chinese were still her compatriots in a sense. How could she not have an opinion about being arrested and thrown into concentration camps by Hitler?

After all, these were things that happened to her compatriots in her "previous life", so how could she possibly let them go?

But the captain is a German soldier, and Zeppelin, Tizi, Eugen and the others are all German battleships. Even I am also a German battleship in this life...

Although she had such thoughts, even though they were her closest people, who could she tell?

"Forget it, Captain, I'm fine." Shaking his head, Bismarck stood up listlessly, turned around and walked out: "Captain, I'll go back to my room to rest for a while, and call me when it's time to set off."

Walking out of the bright door of the captain's room, the Persian cat disappeared into the shadow outside the door. The moment of transition from light to shadow was as gloomy and helpless as the girl's mood falling into an ice hole.

Although this world is big and wonderful, she feels that she is actually very lonely...

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"This……"

Lütjens looked at her lonely and desolate figure disappearing at the door in confusion, and his doubts deepened.

What happened to Bismarck that he didn't even talk to him? Did something happen to Lily? No! He had to go to the hospital to have another look while there were still a few hours left! If he didn't ask clearly, he might not be able to prescribe the right medicine.

Lütjens pulled his coat directly from the hanger, and without calling his secretary who was obviously in a bad mood, he took the driver and the guard and got off the boat in two steps.

In the quiet night when the whole city was under curfew and lights were turned off, a car rushed out of the gate of the military base. All that could be seen were dim shadows and a huge search radar antenna behind the base wall, which was slowly shaking its head and looking around to see if there was any unusual movement in the starry sky...

Chapter 782: Air Raid

Six thousand meters above the North Sea, the bloody afterglow of the setting sun, which had not yet been completely blocked by the curvature of the earth, could still illuminate the vast sky. In the vast land that had already fallen into darkness, the deep sky where the setting sun and the new moon stood side by side, and the clouds that were reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun due to the uncertain wind direction of the North Sea, there was a large number of buzzing, fat and ugly four-engine heavy bombers, as well as the amazingly fast Mosquito night fighters and the sturdy handsome Warrior fighters that provided cover for the heavy bombers.

The bulky but powerful heavy bombers, the high-speed Mosquito, and the handsome fighter which is not as fast as the Mosquito but very sturdy, three different types of aircraft with different flying speeds, were coordinated by the "arsonist" Air Force Marshal Arthur Harris who was stationed at the London Air Force Headquarters. They strictly followed the schedule of the combat plan and assembled together in this vast sky in a certain order of priority, although urgently but not chaotically!

"Everyone listen up, I'm the lead plane! Our mission this time is to inflict heavy damage on the 'Evil Spirit Fleet' before they set out to sea! The bomber group is about to enter the assembly airspace, everyone, listen to my orders!"

A voice like a duck's voice came from the high-powered radio of the leader's plane.

Following the order of the leader, a large group of fighters circling and gathering near the airspace tens of kilometers ahead of the entire bomber formation began to separate into sharp and ready-to-go "Hell Stab·Four-handed" four-plane formations. Some began to seize the height, some began to accelerate, and some - mainly those handsome fighters with sturdy fuselages and relatively good at diving, pulled the joystick and then pushed it, lowering the altitude while accelerating, and dived straight to the predetermined target! The task of these handsome fighters is to first clean out the anti-aircraft guns and radar stations deployed by the Germans in this area before the main force enters the field!

Behind the fighter group, the heavy bombers from the UK to the battlefield airspace have formed 20 "bomber cubes" in groups according to the spacing specified in the regulations. In this sky - and in the direction of the UK behind - a huge "four-way column" stretching hundreds of kilometers and 20 kilometers wide has been formed. On top of them, there are also squadron-level fighters accompanying these "big friends" to provide direct protection for these "bomber cubes".

Ground suppression, air superiority sweep, direct guard cover, waves of iron-blooded bombing...

The order of the fleet corresponds to the deployment of the battle. Under the orderly command of the leader, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner!

"Now confirm our goal again: General Harris orders to completely bomb Pinkill Harbor - start the action now!"

Following the last order from the leader, in the increasingly dim afterglow, the British aircraft formations, in the order that had been arranged and integrated in the assembly airspace, rushed towards the southeast direction of Kiel Harbor, which was already shrouded in the night on the horizon, with a dark and fierce momentum that seemed to cover the sky and the sun.

The distance from here to Kiel, calculated at the speed of an airplane, would take at most an hour!

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In the night of Kiel Harbor, a military car drove into the Kiel Naval Base Hospital, which was not very close to the dock. Before the car stopped, Lütjens opened the door, jumped out, and strode up the stairs to the second floor.

The big navy leather shoes made waves of echoes in the quiet and dim corridor.

Thinking about how he had only found time to visit Lily once in the hospital due to his busy work, Lütjens always felt that his conscience was slightly aching...

"You care too little about Lily..."

With a slight sigh in his heart, he had already walked to the door of the bed. Lütjens, who suddenly felt a little soft in his heart for no reason, even took a look inside the bed through the window glass before pushing the door open.

Lily was leaning against the bow quietly, looking out the window, as if she was still in a daze. However, the sound of Lütjens pushing the door startled Lily. She turned around and saw her father's worried face through the glass window at the door.

"Dad...cough cough cough..."

Lily, who had just finished her afternoon activity and was still quite weak, just wanted to get up, but she aggravated her injury again!

"Don't get up, lie down and have a good rest. I'll come over to check on you."

Seeing his daughter coughing while greeting him, Lütjens panicked. He threw away his general's demeanor and rushed directly into the ward, taking care of his daughter in a hurry.

Although he is a veteran who has seen many battles, when he sees his daughter in this state, which father would feel anything other than heartache?

No wonder Bismarck asked him just now whether he should take Lily to the ship and take care of her directly...

Fortunately, Lily was a little weak this time because of the tossing and turning in the afternoon, and she didn't have as much strength to stand up and talk as she did in the afternoon - so this time, the impact on the wound was not as serious as in the afternoon...

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"So, you don't know what happened to Bismarck, why he suddenly became depressed?" Lütjens asked after thinking for a while.

Lily didn't have the energy to reply, she just nodded slightly and rolled her eyes at her father, as if to say, "After all this time, you actually wanted to ask Bismarck, right?"

After being given a cold look by his daughter, Lütjens didn't know what to say, but fortunately he still remembered what he was mainly here for.

"Since you don't know either, forget it." He smiled, "I'll go back and ask her. The main thing is that she's going out soon and she's not in good condition, which will affect the battle."

Looking at the thermos on the bedside, Lütjens began to change the subject perfectly. As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the thermos: "Lily, are you hungry? Do you want daddy to feed you something?"

If his subordinates saw him in this state, they would probably be shocked. After all, a general who is usually high and mighty and whose every decision affects the lives of tens of thousands of people would actually look like this.

But in the ward, he is now just an ordinary father.

Lily shook her head slightly with amusement.

Although her father was not always with her, he would do his best to be nice to her whenever they met.

But... Bismarck had just fed her before he left, and then Lütjens came over - it had only been an hour since Bismarck left the hospital! How could she be hungry?

"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Lütjens asked curiously.

"Dad, Bismarck just fed me..." she said helplessly, "How can I eat two meals!"

Lütjens, who understood Lily's contemptuous look, felt a little awkward: "What did Bismarck cook for you today?"

Seeing her father holding the thermos in his hand and clumsily changing the subject, Lily was both angry and amused. In front of her father, she looked at him as if he was mentally retarded. She glanced at the thermos in Lütjens' arms, and her big eyes blinked with a smile: "You have the thermos in your hand, can't you see it yourself?"

Looking at her father's face with a hurt self-esteem, although she didn't have the extra energy to do more, she still gave a thumbs up in her heart to her father's perfect ability to change the topic, which was extremely poor.

Well, purely for comfort.

Over there, Lütjens opened the can, which was divided into two layers. On the upper layer, which was also the first thing that caught his eye, was a thin layer of rock sugar pear, red dates and lily porridge that had probably been more than half drunk in the "dish" that originally held vegetables and soup.

Although I don't know anything about Chinese medicine or Chinese cooking, to be honest, I taught my secretary how to make this!

After all, Bismarck was a famous housekeeping idiot in the past, but just for Lily, she took the risk, picked up the small iron pot, and started to wreak havoc on the kitchen and the ingredients.

but……

"Chinese dessert..." Lütjens looked at it carefully and suddenly seemed to think of something...

Bismarck looks carefree, but in fact she is sensitive and sentimental. What's more, she also likes China very much. Although Lütjens still doesn't know why she likes China to this day, when he saw this jar of Chinese desserts, the answer as to why the girl was unhappy, at least this time, was basically obvious.

For example, there was recently news about Berlin investigating Chinese people and closing down Chinatown.

Looking at Lily on the hospital bed, and thinking back to when he had written to the Führer to protest during Kristallnacht, and how Bismarck had killed two SS men to protect Lily, which had led to a big quarrel between Himmler and himself, Lütjens, who was of Jewish descent, rolled his eyes and could not help but complain in his heart.

This is going too far.

If the bad deeds of the Jews in European history are still well documented - Lütjens himself is aware of this, then the Chinese really don't owe Germany anything! But... they say they are investigating and punishing Chinese gangs, but in fact, they should have been caught by Himmler...

Although even Hitler and Goebbels did not dare to publicize this kind of thing, Lütjens, who was of Jewish descent, would inevitably be sensitive to such things, even if it was just for the sake of self-protection!

It’s impossible that all Chinese are gangsters, right?

"Tsk... Never mind. When the war is over, I should retreat and go to Switzerland or Sweden to escape..."

Lütjens let out a depressed sound, and some of the emotions in his heart began to stir again.

“Woo! Woo! Woo!”

A shrill sound suddenly rang out, filling the originally quiet night sky of Kiel! The father and daughter looked at each other, their faces changing wildly.

"Is this... an air raid siren?! Oh no!"

ps: Recommend a novel: Revenge of the Empire

Chapter 793: Lütjens is caught

When the air raid alarm sounded, the entire port of Kiel was alarmed.

Especially in the military port and the Kiel Air Force Base.

Zeppelin and her GR-186 squadron are now on standby at the Kiel Air Force Base.

In order to prevent an air raid when leaving the port, and the dilemma of fighter jets being unable to take off when the aircraft carrier's main body could not be started, she and her squadron were all on standby at the airport, and would not transfer to her main body to land until the fleet set sail.

The shrill sound of the air defense alarm instantly alarmed the GR-186 squadron on standby at the airport. Zeppelin, who had been prepared, sat up directly from his doze in the cockpit and instantly turned on the tactical channel of the radio.

"Tower! All pilots of GR186! Listen up, I am Zeppelin! Follow my orders, attack now!"

By the time she issued the order, all the pilots had already entered combat readiness. Almost at the same time, everyone's engines were started, and the sound of propellers rang out one after another at the airport at night.

In fact, there was an order for the pilots to get some rest first, but seeing that Zeppelin was always on standby in the cabin, these young men naturally did not want to be left behind and were willing to stay with the instructor.

Zeppelin was also very satisfied with this reaction speed.

He started his car, slowly drove onto the taxiway, and took the first row of seats at the end of the runway. Zeppelin pushed the accelerator and took off at full speed. While controlling his writer to soar into the air, he also contacted Bismarck and the others on WIFI, as well as Captain Bonte who was in charge of his main body.

But even if they were prepared for a British surprise attack, the number of enemy aircraft was too large.

There is a high probability that there will be a fierce battle tonight, which may not be good news for the fleet that originally planned to set sail after midnight tonight.

She would do her best to protect the sky over Kiel Harbor, but even so, some deployments would probably require early instructions from the captain and the commander.

"Tsk, the moonlight today is really too bright..." Zeppelin muttered.

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The shrill sound of the air raid alarm also woke up Bismarck. At this time, she was in the dark cabin. The sealed space was pitch black and she couldn't see her hand in front of her.

This is a room that only she can enter and exit. Whenever she is in a bad mood, she will come here to calm herself down. The darkness has a strange calming effect.

The arrests of Chinese people these days really made her feel unhappy.

Hitler... Which idiot in his previous life said that he was favored by the Chinese in his early years and was good to the Chinese? The guy who said this should be dragged to Hamburg Chinatown and let him see clearly what racism is!

I shouldn't have worked for that little mustache in the first place! Bismarck thought bitterly. She had heard this rumor before. Even if she thought it was false, she felt that since the little mustache had allied with the Japanese, Germany and the Republic of China had also allied, they should be a little better to the Chinese. Unexpectedly, it was still the same.