Bismarck

The conference room was noisy again. Only the deep-sea battleship Tirpitz, whose hair had turned gray, continued to be silent and daydreaming in the corner.

But in the deepest part of those lifeless pupils, there seemed to be a flash of a dark bottom of a cabin, a cold tombstone that seemed to be preserved forever in her heart...

In the past, during meetings, she and the funny guy Lindemann would always grab the seats farthest away from Redel early, and then they would play around downstairs while the meeting was held upstairs. Those days are gone forever.

Now···

Tirpitz looked at the empty seat next to him and pursed his lips tightly.

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The meaning of "some are happy while others are sad" is that when someone is having a headache, someone else is definitely celebrating happily.

For example, while Lütjens and Raeder were "making plans for the next step", on the streets of London, between Trafalgar Square and Buckingham Palace, outside the Admiralty Arch, there was a crowd of excited people dressed in red and green.

Colorful colored paper splashed out from the spray gun, fluttering in the sky like flowers scattered by fairies. Under the street lights hung with Union Jacks, Scottish bagpipes and lobster drums were playing military marches. The royal guards, wearing bearskin hats and bright red uniforms, lined up in neat rows, waving their shiny guard rifles, and paraded through the streets amid various shouts.

"Extra! Great victory! Great victory in the Battle of Biscay Bay!!"

"The two great heroes of the Royal Navy and the three holy spirits of the American allies have joined forces! The German evil fleet suffered a great defeat, two of the three aircraft carriers were killed, and the evil warships were collectively severely damaged. The famous military expert Longbo Carl Loyati predicted that the German surface fleet would end here... God bless you!"

"God bless you! This is absolutely true God bless the king! Long live the heroic battleship! Long live the British Empire!"

"Get on board! Get on board! It's dark, get on board! -- To celebrate the great victory at Biscay Bay, our store is offering a big discount today, 40% off! Double happiness, come~ come~! They will be gone after the expiration date!..."

"What? Husband, you said that the store across the street is so cunning? They actually took advantage of the victory to have a promotion - then why are you still standing there? Let's go! A store with a promotion must be visited, okay! (Dazzling~)"

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t drag me, wife, I’m holding something—ahhhh, the thing is going to fall!!! …∑(QДQ；)”

The noisy and bustling sounds of the downtown, along with the rays of sunlight that gently parted the haze, penetrated the transparent and bright window glass, and playfully slipped through the gaps in the thick velvet curtains into the reception room of the official residence of First Sea Lord Cunningham at Admiralty Gate, accompanying the lively conversation of the three British and American naval bosses, Cunningham, Tovey and King.

Black tea, brandy, and English afternoon tea desserts were delicately placed on a creamy white table covered with a sheepskin-colored tablecloth. The top leaders of the British and American navies had a warm and friendly exchange at the afternoon tea party, which was filled with the warm atmosphere of the winter sun.

Beside the two Royal Navy marshals were two beauties in military uniforms - Mrs. Beil Dura Despicio, a Royal Navy colonel and senior secretary of the Naval Headquarters, and Miss. Vanguard, a Royal Navy lieutenant colonel and operations secretary of the Home Fleet Command.

After all, although they are all soldiers, there must be delicious food and fine wine at such a high-end tea party full of diplomatic atmosphere, so how can there be no beautiful women?

No matter how powerful the senior naval officers were, in terms of gender, they were essentially just three old pigs. As they talked, they somehow ended up talking about the "beauties" around them after just a few words.

Moreover, the "beauty" they are talking about here is the navy's main battleship - not a vase!

"Mrs. Warspite and Ms. Avant-garde are truly as brave as men. With such heroic temperament, they are worthy of being battleship girls!"

"No, no, we were able to defeat the German evil spirit in this naval battle thanks to the three aircraft carriers of your navy! By the way, why didn't Ms. Sarah, Ms. Enterprise, and Miss Essex come with you this time? Not only did they rush here exhausted, but they also fought such a hard battle just now. I have to entertain them too, otherwise His Majesty and the Prime Minister will say that I am not considerate enough."

"Oh, them. I wanted them to rush back to the Pacific Ocean. It has been empty for more than three months. Besides, the Japanese are also doing a lot of construction. If I don't let them go back soon, if something happens, President Roosevelt will kill me."

"Well, that can't be helped. It's a pity that your three ship girls are so heroic, but I have no chance to see them."

"Forget it, Cunningham. You are a married man! Look at Marshal Tovey. He seems to be single, right?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you two, stop trying to make connections with me! She's from a girl in Qianwei, and she's still here!"

"Hey, we didn't say anything. Tovi, are you admitting it by jumping out like this?"

"Go away, go away, do you think I'm an old man like you!..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The three old pigs were holding their wine glasses and chatting and laughing, telling half-true and half-false dirty jokes. A certain newly commissioned battleship sitting on the side and being talked about must be so depressed - you guys are so dirty, and she's still a girl!

She secretly curled her lips and put on a smile, but she had already started mumbling "MMP" in her heart.

As a young and aggressive young warship member who had just served, she really couldn't stand this kind of seemingly harmonious but actually scheming social interaction. She even didn't want to speak - if she said something wrong by accident, everyone would be unhappy.

Not to mention, Admiral Ernest King on the other side was an American - with the really unruly customs and habits in the United States, they have a lot of jokes when greeting young women, which according to traditional British customs would be considered flirting!

Although she knew that Jin didn't mean that, and she knew how to control herself and not think about those things in this situation, how should she describe the feeling of forcing herself to smile? It was probably that she always felt tired...

"Tsk... Senior Yanzhan, this kind of companionship always seems a bit boring..."

In the WIFI channel of KanColle, the vanguard who was feeling really uncomfortable began to complain.

Speaking of which, looking at the senior elder in front of her, who could always chat and laugh as if nothing had happened, Qianwei knew very well that she could not learn it - she was a battleship, and she didn't want to learn to be this sensationalist!

"Uh, there's nothing I can do. This is diplomatic etiquette... Forget it, I'll deal with those things. Just bear with it for now."

War-weary was also somewhat helpless in her heart, complaining about her true feelings, but she was so sophisticated that she didn't show her depressed mood on the surface, and even told dirty jokes about the navy to Admiral Jin on the opposite side. After a few words, even such an old man like Jin couldn't help but shrink his head and give Cunningham a thumbs up, winking and making faces to express "your wife is still the best, I am willing to lose."

Cunningham had a smile on his face, but the black lines on his forehead and the wildly throbbing blue veins showed that the Lord Admiral's heart was already repeatedly testing the edge of evil.

As for the vanguards who had never seen such a thing before, they were staring with their eyes wide open - Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mr. War-weary, His Excellency Lord High Lord Cunningham is still here, and you are so bold just for the Americans... Is this really okay?

In the heart of the noble battleship girl Royal Knight, she always felt that this was a bit of a joke.

"What do you think I want to do..." She had a heroic face and was tired of war, but in her heart, she kept rolling her eyes while listening to WIFI.

"Don't say I don't want to. Neither the Admiral nor Commander Tovey wants to. But there's nothing we can do. The Prime Minister personally told us to do this. He said this is a diplomatic mission. If we can please General Jin, the next wave of Anglo-American cooperation will be smoother..."

The same war-weary person who smiles on the surface but thinks MMP in his heart is actually very unhappy about this kind of job of making people laugh on orders!

Not to mention that they were unhappy, how could the "two men" beside them, two naval marshals, be in such a good mood?

The sound of the victory parade outside the window came in faintly through the curtains, and the atmosphere of the casual afternoon tea in the room seemed warm and harmonious. However, in the hearts of the two ship girls who were just playing around, they always felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably weird.

In particular, they were talking about celebrating the "heroic spirits defeating the evil spirits", but... why did the two girls, who were the "spirits" involved, vaguely feel that although they had participated in this decisive naval battle, they were actually out of tune with this atmosphere?

It's as if... I haven't been integrated into this environment...

In fact, it feels like I am following my own admiral and the Allied Navy Commander in question, locking myself in a small room to entertain myself and having to put on a smile... ?

When he thought of this, whether he was war-weary or avant-garde, he even felt a little envious of the three ship girls of the American fleet, whom he had only met once and who were now far away in the Atlantic and still rushing back and forth.

Although they are tired, at least they live a fulfilling life.

And you don’t have to put on a forced smile - this kind of thing always makes you feel like you are humiliating yourself!

…………And in the Atlantic Ocean, just a few hours ago…………

"Alright, alright! I finally got the base fuse of the bomb removed!"

In the hangar of the USS Enterprise, Intel Price, dressed in denim hot pants and a work vest, was carefully unscrewing a fuse next to a V1 missile that had a deformed body and a large window opened on it.

At three o'clock, before the second wave of attack aircraft was released, the German fleet launched the second wave of missiles, and a missile hit her hangar - but it did not explode! In fact, due to the exhaustion of fuel, the missile did not catch fire even after the impact, even though the missile body was made of wood!

In other words, she was only a little embarrassed in the hangar, but she "captured" an intact V1 anti-ship missile!

Then the company used its own capabilities to "protect" it directly!

After this news was reported, even the fleet commander, Vice Admiral Frank Fletcher Jr., was alarmed!

The Germans' heavy anti-ship missiles had a long range and posed a great threat - even though the Allies had almost absolute air superiority in this naval battle, forcing the Germans to stay within 200 kilometers of the French coast from beginning to end. However, relying on the ultra-long range and penetration capabilities of anti-ship missiles, they still caused heavy losses to the Allied fleet, which had an absolute advantage in manpower!

In fact, the Allies have always been very interested in the V1 anti-ship missile!

It is precisely because of this that the unexploded V1 anti-ship missile was not thrown directly into the sea as usual, but was directly protected. Then, when the fleet of aircraft took off, the bomb disposal team swarmed around it, intending to remove the fuse and then tow the missile back to the country for a careful study.

However, the fuze of this missile is located at the warhead and the tail. In order to ensure the integrity of the missile structure and the safety of the bomb disposal process, it is definitely not possible to use the relatively simple and crude disassembly method.

In the end, the company took action personally and spent a long time to carefully remove the front and rear fuses while ensuring that the structure of the anti-ship missile was basically intact.

"You took it down? Sister Enterprise, you are amazing!!"

Looking at Enterprise, covered in oil, with one hand on his waist and the other holding the fuse high, announcing with a cocky look that he had successfully defused the bomb, Essex, who was standing nervously by the side, finally let go of the big stone in his heart. He then hugged Saratoga beside him and jumped and laughed.

"Not bad, this way we can also... Hey hey hey! Jiaozi, what are you doing? Don't hold me so tight!"

"Well... I am happy, Sister Jia Jia, aren't you happy?"

Seeing Jia Jia's raised eyebrows, Jiaozi immediately let go of his hand with a sense of grievance, and pointed his finger at her weakly.

"Hey? Girl, you have learned how to trick me now! Tell me! Was it your chatterbox who led you astray? He doesn't learn well himself, and he wants to lead you astray!" Saratoga curled her lips and looked in the direction of the main body of the USS Essex aircraft carrier with a bad temper.

"Ah? No, no, that's not the case..."

Seeing Jiaozi waving his hands in panic in front of Jiajia who looked disgusted, the companies who were watching the fun also came over to get involved: "That's right, it must be McCampbell's fault that our cute Sanwu Gufulin was made so cunning!"

"Eh? Sister Gaga, Sister Enterprise, please stop doing this... Don't bully McCampbell..."

"Aren't you going to bully him? Humph, humph ...

Seeing the three ship girls fighting in the hangar, the damage control team, who were used to it, whistled and stood aside to watch the fun. Even General Fletcher, who ran over to cheer his subordinates, had a kind face with a smile that was a bit unscrupulous and a bit frivolous.

After all, even if they are aircraft carriers, they are also girls...

Looking at the three girls in front of him playing, laughing and crying with their youthful spirit, Fletcher sighed in his heart that being young is really a good thing. He smiled, left the hangar, walked to the corridor outside the ship's side, took out a cigarette and a lighter, and prepared to smoke and relax.

The outcome of the naval battle was already decided. The Germans had limited docks to use along the French coast, and they were still within the bombing radius of the bombers. When missiles were developed, they could even consider using missiles to attack the shipyards. After all, the distance between the Saint-Nazaire dockyard and the British mainland was just less than 1 kilometers, which was within the range of the V missile!

Come to think of it, this can be considered as giving someone a taste of their own medicine, right?

With both hands around the cigarette butt, the burning flame of the fuel from the ZIPPO lighter lit the cigarette in his mouth. He took a deep puff of the smoke. Thinking of the youthful and passionate looks of the three girls in the hangar, the comfortable Fletcher even wanted to rekindle the passion of youth.

Well, let’s start by blowing a smoke ring!

who knew...

There were two loud bangs, and Fletcher was so shocked that the smoke ring in his mouth turned into a puff of smoke that he swallowed directly - and then under the stimulation of the thick smoke, he coughed so violently that even tears came out.

However, given the current situation, we can no longer take these into consideration!

Right in front of Fletcher, the USS Hornet suddenly shook, then tilted, and its speed immediately slowed down. At the same time, two huge water columns suddenly rose up from the other side of the huge hull of the aircraft carrier, even exceeding the height of the aircraft carrier bridge and rising a few centimeters into the sky!

The sudden attack and violent explosion instantly made the American fleet, which had been somewhat relaxed after the war, panic-stricken!

To make matters worse, at this moment, there was another loud noise coming from the stern of the Enterprise aircraft carrier. Fletcher only glanced at the stern and saw a tall and fierce water column rising from the bow of a destroyer!

"Hornet! O'Brien! ...Oh no! This is the 'Deep Sea Sniper'!"

Fletcher, who instantly understood the enemy's situation, became even more panicked - after the previous round of hard fighting, everyone was too relaxed!

Moreover, if I remember correctly, Germany's infamous Type XXI "Deep Sea Sniper" not only has the dual positioning capability of long-range towed sonar and hull sonar, but also has a high-powered oxygen torpedo with a range of 20 kilometers.

What's even more troublesome is that they can launch a second round of torpedo attacks within three minutes - the first wave of torpedo attacks will inevitably cause the formation to fall into chaos, and if another wave comes at this time, it will definitely not be one plus one equals two!

Even though they were a warship fleet instead of a merchant fleet, the training and spacing of the ships were sufficient to ensure emergency avoidance in an emergency. However, the second round of torpedo salvos from the other side was a threat that was directly in front of them!

As for the last round of lightning strikes, there are still one hundred and fifty seconds left before the second wave - commonly known as two and a half minutes!

"Someone, come! Pass the order immediately! All ships, pay attention to avoid the enemy's second round of torpedoes! Now! Immediately!!"

Fletcher, who was overjoyed and turned to sorrow, stood on the side of the ship with gritted teeth, looking angry but helpless!

ps: May Day, how can we celebrate it without working?

Chapter 863: The victor's construction and the loser's modification

As Raeder's private plane took off from the airport of the Brest Fortress under the escort of four fighter jets and returned to the capital Berlin, the defeat in this naval battle officially came to an end.

Perhaps because he had other ideas in mind, Raeder's efficiency was beyond words. Two days later, the new captain of the Tirpitz, Colonel Hans Erich-Voss, was sent directly to the Brest port base by plane with his appointment letter. After a simple meeting with the evil spirit fleet, including the deep-sea Tirpitz who looked like he didn't care about anything, this 45-year-old but wrinkled, thin, honest and taciturn colonel, took over the position of Lindemann, who had been posthumously awarded the rank of lieutenant general, and became the second captain of Tirpitz, while Bismarck, Zeppelin, Prince Eugen and even Lütjens were worried about whether Raeder would be upset.

However, after a few days of anxious observation, no conflict was found between the warship and the new captain - or rather, Deep Sea Tirpitz had completely shown an attitude of not caring who was the captain. Except for attending training and combat seminars with Voss in silence, and also expressing his willingness to obey orders under Bismarck's worried inquiries, he basically looked like he didn't care about anything.

Fortunately, Voss was an honest and taciturn person, and he had also heard about the relationship between Tirpitz and Lindemann. In addition, Deep Sea Tirpitz cooperated with the work in daily life, so he didn't say anything more.

"At this point, I naturally don't have any expectations or hopes. Anyway, I'm used to the cold and loneliness now..."

Only she herself knew that, under the cold moon in the middle of the night, in the cold cabin, beside Lindemann’s tombstone, there would be a pink-haired hamster who had lost the only captain in her heart, letting go of the coldness and despair in her heart, crying silently...

This is also the last warmth and concern left in her heart...

As for the relationship with Voss...

"It's a pleasure to have a mission to perform, so I'm just completing the mission well now..."

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After more than a week, seeing that although the relationship between Deep Sea Tirpitz and Voss was average but there was no major conflict for the time being, Lütjens and Bismarck were a little relieved despite their worries.

Everyone knows that Tirpitz is a very emotional girl, and she likes to get stuck in a rut...

All she can do now is wait and see when she can get over her emotional pain and emotional knot.

At least, for now, nothing has happened, which is good news in itself, isn't it...

After the new official took office, he was given a batch of ship-borne anti-aircraft missiles and several sets of launcher parts allocated by Imperial Marshal Hermann Goering - the specific installation of the ship-borne launcher still had to be DIY by the ship girls themselves.

Of course, there was also another piece of bad news: due to the tense situation on the Eastern Front, the main force of the Air Force was being dispatched to reinforce the ground forces, so there were temporarily no new pilots and new carrier-based aircraft to replenish the already damaged carrier-based aircraft wing.

After the naval battle, the GR-186 wing was badly injured in the battle with McCampbell, and the remaining aircraft and pilots were less than 60% of the establishment! Fortunately, for the sake of his daughter, Goering had a solution: although there were not enough aircraft, the two aircraft carriers Europa and Bremen had been sunk in the battle, and the remaining 186% of the pilots of the two carrier-based aircraft wings, including Bar and Globe, the mortal enemy, were all redistributed to the GR- wing. Even the remaining aircraft of the shore-based naval aviation were now stuffed into the Zeppelin hangar one by one.

Then only Bontai and Zeppelin were left, looking at each other in bewilderment as they saw that their wing had 50% more pilots than the staffing but only a quarter of the number of pilots in the planes.

Fortunately, they will not be sailing in the near future. At most, four people will take turns to train and fight on one plane, and this unit can still be organized.

As for participating in air defense operations... after all, there are still forty or so aircraft, which can be considered the combat effectiveness of a battalion, right?