Bismarck

Where is this? What happened to me?

This place... seems to be a dry dock...

Why... am I here?

...Is this a dream...

No, it's not a dream... This is the real world. But where exactly is this place?

The memories of my past life gradually returned. I am a person from the 21st century. After falling asleep that day, I came to this strange place in a daze... Looking at the surrounding scenery, this should be the 20th century... In the dry dock in front of me, the keel of an aircraft carrier had just been laid.

Is this my current true form? Have I traveled through time and space and become an aircraft carrier?

A typical World War II aircraft carrier...a straight flight deck, a semi-enclosed hangar, 8 twin 150mm main guns, 11...37 hand-pulled machine guns?

Looking back, I saw a German swastika flag fluttering proudly in the wind.

It's over. I was struck by lightning.

Zeppelin, Germany's only aircraft carrier during World War II.

标准排水量约33000吨，最大航速33.8节，舰载机42架，1936年12月8日下水。

This is not the point. The point is that after she was launched, she has been disguised as a timber ship and docked in Gdynia!

Damn it! It was all the fault of that fat guy Goering! In order to prevent the navy from threatening him, he refused to allow the navy's aircraft carriers to board carrier-based aircraft, and in the end, she was used as a target ship by the Soviets and sunk.

I don't want to die here! I want to go back to my country, that faraway country in the east.

It's all the fault of the author who wrote the novel about KanColle Bismarck! It made my blood boil, but...

As a result, I have now really become a boat...

Are you kidding me? Bismarck at least had its maiden voyage, but Zeppelin... didn't even have its maiden voyage QAQ...

God bless me, I must make that damn author... I raised my middle finger. (Author: A-choo! Who is cursing me...)

I transformed into a projection - the appearance of a 16-year-old girl, and came to the roof of the dry dock, watching the workers below building my body.

Where is my future? This is a question I must face. After all, in my previous life, I only yearned for the ship girl described by the author, but I didn't think carefully about what I should do to survive the next war after all this becomes true.

I don't want to be used as a guinea pig by those old Russians and finally be sunk by planes and warships. I want to return to my motherland, that distant country in the East. That is the destination of my soul.

...By the way, what month and day is it now...

My perception hovered over the Deutsche Werft shipyard, and I began searching for any information that might be useful to me.

在大门口的岗楼里，放着一本挂历。挂历上显示的日期是1938年9月26日，而前世的齐柏林则是在1938年12月8日下水。看来这个时代的我要推迟下水了。

I have to say that the German rigor I had heard about in my previous life has been truly experienced by me in this era. A screw, even if it is only one millimeter shorter than the design on the drawing, will be replaced.

Don't you feel tired? Every piece of steel plate, every screw, every cannon has a thick stack of instructions explaining the manufacturer of these things. It really gives me a headache.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye. My flight deck, island and armor were all completed. My hull, which had previously only been seen in historical materials and design drawings, began to become clear.

With a 260-meter-long hull, a 60-meter-high deck, 150-mm island armor, and a powerful engine of 20 horsepower, it is completely comparable to the Nimitz of later generations. Unfortunately, the aircraft capacity and displacement are too small, otherwise, the Atlantic Ocean would be mine.

How to kill Goering has become the question I am thinking about now. Given the fat guy's personality, if I want to survive the British Swordfish, I must kill him. Otherwise, I won't even be able to get the carrier-based aircraft.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Day of 1939. My ship was completed, and when I accidentally eavesdropped on a conversation among a group of Gestapo, I learned that the launch date was set for February 2.

Who is my captain?

Lütjens should be the director of the Personnel Department now. If it is a battleship like mine, maybe the Navy Department will transfer Lütjens to be my captain if Bismarck has not been launched yet.

On the day of the launching ceremony, there were obviously many more SS troops on the scene, and standing on both sides of the rostrum were... the Fuehrer's flag team?! ╭(°A°`)╮

The Führer is coming...

As a fan of the Germans, I really like the Führer. Although I cannot agree with his practice of exterminating the Jews, his unyielding spirit is one of the reasons why I have always admired him.

So Goering will come too?

...I suddenly want to kill him. Restrain, restrain...

Soon, a Mercedes-Benz drove into the shipyard and stopped beside the rostrum. The SS soldiers collectively saluted the Führer's car in unison, and the shouts of salute to him resounded through the sky, even scaring away a group of albatrosses foraging in the shipyard.

The door was opened by an SS soldier and the Führer stepped out.

Just like the black and white video tapes I saw in my previous life (although what I saw now was a real scene), Hitler's every move could drive the people at the scene crazy. The next person to get out of the car was the fat guy Goering.

"Today, our first German aircraft carrier, the Graf Zeppelin, officially joins the battle sequence of the German Navy... On behalf of the Air Force, I would like to congratulate the Navy!" I was very unhappy that the fat man presided over my launching ceremony. Even if the Fuhrer presided over it himself, it would be better than my enemy presiding over my launching ceremony.

I thought, maybe I can kill Goering first this time. Once Goering dies, Catherine will definitely be his successor. In terms of qualifications, no one in the Air Force can compare with him. The most important thing is, if I miss this opportunity, I am afraid there will be no next opportunity!

I picked up a 30-centimeter-long steel bar on my flight deck, moved the projection to about 40 meters above Goering's head (I don't know anything about metal shaping QAQ), and then threw it straight down.

Goodbye, damn Goering.

The steel bar fell cleanly and pierced Goering's head. Blood spurted out of his head.

There is no need for rescue anymore.

"Marshal Goering has been attacked. Hurry, call the medics..." The scene was in chaos. Hitler...

I'm sorry, Führer, if I frighten you, but for your future and my life, I have to do this.

"There is an assassin. Quick, block all entrances and exits, do not allow anyone to leave, protect the Führer!" The Gestapo at the scene rushed towards the Führer and the gate.

Take your time searching, you won’t be able to find me because I am an unscientific existence.

What happened afterwards had nothing to do with me, and I left the chaotic scene.

Today's sunset is so beautiful...

Episode Ⅱ "Ship Island"

The next day, an officer came to the shipyard with luggage.

I was daydreaming on the flight deck when I caught sight of this person.

This person...his military rank...seems to be a general.

A small SS leader who was "guarding" me in the shipyard ran over and said, "Hello, General Lütjens!"

Uh...it's really Lütjens...

"Well, I just came to see Zeppelin, don't bother me, I'll just take a look."

Uh... Isn't Lütjens the captain assigned to me? I feel a little disappointed.

Lütjens looked towards my hull and regarded my body with a strange look.

What's with that look...

My senses flooded around him, trying to pick up on his mental activity, a skill I had only recently discovered.

"It's strange. Why do I suddenly feel so similar to Bismarck... Could it be that Zeppelin has also developed consciousness?"

...Bismarck? Bismarck was launched? Didn't she enter service in 1941? Similar feelings, awareness... Could it be...

Lütjens walked towards my ship, and it seemed that he wanted to come up and take a closer look at me.

"General Lütjens, you..."

"I'll just go up and take a look, you go and do your thing."

The SS soldier did not follow, but stayed where he was and watched Lütjens approach.

What should I do? Should I let him come up...

I don't know if he really has the "Bismarck with consciousness" that the damn author wrote about (Author: A-choo!) and I don't know if I can trust him. Damn it, what should I do.

He stepped onto the gangway...

I can only hide it for now. Even if it is really exposed, I can't let too many people know about it.

I hid in the CIC of the island and adjusted the projection to a state that was absolutely invisible to humans.

"Dong Dong Dong..." There was a sound of leather boots hitting the ground, and Lütjens walked onto my flight deck. I peeked at him through the CIC observation window.

"It's about 250 to 260 meters long, 30 to 40 meters wide, and about 60 meters high... In this case, the empty displacement is at least 32000 tons, maybe more..." Lütjens was estimating my body size.

"But the engineers in the Navy Department are really rubbish. They only designed 42 carrier-based aircraft. If it were me, I would have to bring at least 69." Lütjens was a little disdainful.

Ugh... I was rejected, I feel so sad...

"... Wait, speaking of carrier-based aircraft... How could that guy Goering suddenly die... That steel bar..." Lütjens' expression suddenly changed, and he looked up at my island. I saw his sharp eyes: "It seems that there is something fishy on the Zeppelin."

I broke out in a cold sweat. It seemed that this old guy had really noticed my presence.

He walked into my island and searched each cabin one by one - or perhaps it should be called perception.

My heart was in my throat.

"Come out!" Lütjens walked into the CIC and spoke to the large number of electronic instruments here.

A silence.

"There's no one else here, so you don't have to worry about being discovered." Seeing no response, he broke the silence again: "If I'm not mistaken, the aircraft carrier I'm on now, the Graf Zeppelin, also has a ghost similar to the Bismarck and Tirpitz. Right."

I was so shocked that I couldn't express myself more clearly.

He... He just mentioned Bismarck and Tirpitz... Could it be that...

Did the story written by that damn author actually happen in this era?

However, I still didn't show up, because I wasn't sure what his intentions were, and showing up rashly would definitely be disadvantageous to me. I didn't want to be so passive, at least I had to figure out his purpose first.

"Don't worry, there's no one else here, and I won't tell anyone." General Lütjens' voice echoed in the silent CIC. "Bismarck asked me to come here. She has high hopes for you. Since you are the first aircraft carrier of the German Navy, I think you don't mind us chatting together. Me, Bismarck, Tirpitz, Lindemann, and you."

Still it was quiet.

"You are cautious, which is a good thing." Lütjens couldn't get an answer from me, so he could only continue, "However, I have no ill intentions, and there is no need for me to do this. So, I think you don't need to spy on me here anymore. When I came to the shipyard, I already noticed your presence." His sharp eyes were facing me, making me wonder if I was really invisible.

"Zeppelin, come out." His voice became a little cold.

It’s over. It seems like he’s angry. It looks like he has to show up.

"Graf Zeppelin aircraft carrier, to His Excellency General Lütjens." I revealed the projection.

Chapter 102: No title, probably water

The Bismarck had already started moving, and the sea water was splashing waves against the side of the ship. Unlike other sailors who could not bear to see their ship sinking, Francis, as the captain, witnessed the whole process. Until the Apollo completely disappeared on the water and only a pile of debris was floating, Francis was still standing there, looking at the sinking place, like a sculpture.

A captain who lost his ship...

"Hello, Captain Francis," I greeted him as I passed by.

He heard it, then looked at me, without answering, with a flat expression, a typical expression of just not wanting to bother with you...

Well, I am also a member of the German Navy, and this battleship itself, which not only sank his Apollo, but also ridiculed him during the conversation, so it seems normal for me to ignore me. This fact cannot be changed, and I don't want to be idle and deal with a British person. I immediately turned around and went back to the cabin, but Tirpitz was bored to death and kept calling me over in my consciousness.

"Ms. Bismarck."

I paused and looked at Francis.

"What is it, Captain?"

"May I ask, where will you take me and my crew?" he stared at me.

The captain had already told me how to deal with Francis and his crew. Killing them is absolutely impossible. After all, our navy is not barbarians, and we don't have the medieval punishment of jumping into the sea. Taking them back to Germany is a waste of time. It's such a long journey, and they are not important people. It's not worth it for us to do so. So the only feasible way is to release them, find a neutral ship in this vast ocean, and throw them on board.

But... Mr. Francis, your tone doesn't sound like the right tone for asking a question.

I smiled maliciously, "Sir, do you still want to get off the ship? Don't forget your current identity. You are already a prisoner of the Bismarck."

"I think prisoners should also have human rights. The German navy is not pirates."

"Didn't you say during the day that we were pirates?" I chuckled.

"Of course, to show that we are not pirates, I am still happy to tell you a little about the future of you and your crew."

"Then I am all ears."

"Let me put it this way. You and your crew are about to witness a great voyage. This is a rare adventure. In the next few days, you may witness the failure of the Royal Navy again. There may be more compatriots on board. But believe me, this will be unforgettable for you."

"Only if we can get off the ship."

"You can rest assured about this. We in the German Navy are not barbarians, and you are of no value to us. We will let you go when the time is right."

"When exactly?"

"It depends on my mood." I snorted. "Captain Francis, go and rest quickly. The waves in the Atlantic are not so pleasant. Sleeping on the Bismarck is something that others would love to have. Don't run around at night. If you are mistaken for a spy, it's not a big deal. It's not fun to be tripped off the ship by a protrusion on the deck."

"Would I be tripped by something on the boat?" He gave me a mocking look and was about to turn around but he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thump.