Bismarck

"Lindman. Do you have any money? Give me all the money you have." I looked at the deputy chief and stretched out my hand. The meaning was very clear.

"I really shouldn't have come out with you today," Lindman said with a headache. "Here, take them all."

"Thank you, please go to the car first, I'll be there soon," I said apologetically

"Hurry up, we have to go back." I just said that I can forgive Lindeman's inaction, because these are not his compatriots, and he has no obligation to take responsibility. Just like in the future, when terrorist attacks happen somewhere, I just listen to them. It's not my country and I don't want to care. But now it's different.

"Okay," I said.

"Madam, I don't know if these 200 marks are enough, I'll give them all to you." After Lindemann left, I switched to Chinese. I didn't know much about the value of German currency because I had never used it, so I just stuffed it into her hand.

"Girl, you have already saved us. There is no need to do this. Really." When the proprietress heard me speak in Beijing dialect, her tears were about to fall again.

"Thank you, sister," the little girl said in a coquettish voice

"What a good kid, go comfort your mother." I quietly touched her head again

"Just take the money. It's not mine anyway, and you can see it. Let's go to the inner room. I have something to say to you." I continued

I picked up the little girl and followed her to the inner room

"Time is running out, so I'll make it short. It's not a good place to stay in Germany anymore, so you'd better leave as soon as possible." I thought for a moment and said

At this time, there was still half a year before Kristallnacht. Although Kristallnacht was aimed at the Jews, it was hard to guarantee that others would take advantage of the chaos to attack ethnic minorities. Moreover, in the later period, as the war progressed, the national conditions in Germany would become more and more xenophobic and difficult, and staying in Germany was not a good choice.

"My husband went to handle the customs clearance procedures today. It's becoming more and more difficult to do business in Germany recently. We were planning to leave, but who knew that he would... as soon as he left, oh..." The proprietress calmed down and sighed.

"It's a good thing your man didn't come back," I continued in my heart. Germans' attitude towards women is much better than that towards men. If her man was here, maybe things would be different.

I listened silently. In this chaotic era, ordinary people cannot control their own lives. Peace is so important. It is better to be a dog in prosperous times than a man in troubled times.

"Where are you going?" I asked. The European continent would soon be plunged into a full-scale war. Almost no place would be safe, except for one place.

“He said he was going to Poland.”

I almost couldn't breathe. Poland, wasn't it the first country to be destroyed by the German blitzkrieg? You said you wanted to go to Poland, you might as well stay in Germany.

"Don't go to Poland," I said immediately

"Ah? Why?" The lady boss was puzzled.

"As a fellow countryman, I suggest you go to Paris, Paris, France." Paris, the undefended city during World War II, where even Hitler didn't know what to do with it, surrendered early and survived the war to the greatest extent possible.

"What do you mean, girl?" The proprietress also realized the seriousness of the problem. If she took a wrong step, the names of her entire family might be lost, so she had to be cautious.

"Wait for your man to come back and tell him that Paris is the only country that will not be engulfed in war. Let him figure it out on his own."

I didn't explain why, but pointed to the suit.

"Okay, I really can't repay you for saving my life." She suddenly stood up and knelt down with her daughter.

"No, why bother? It's my duty." I quickly helped her up

"Although you may be looked down upon in Paris, at least it is peaceful and you can survive there. Our country is at war now and you can't go back. Even if the war is over, it won't be suitable for you to live there. If you really want to go back, I suggest you wait half a century. But you may never be able to return to your motherland in this lifetime." I touched the little girl's head.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Let's say goodbye now. You guys should hurry up and leave too." I stood up. Lindman must be going crazy waiting for me.

"Girl, can we meet again?"

"Yes, it's fate." I smiled, but it's better not to meet me, because Bismarck is where I am.

"So slow" Lindman looked at me speechlessly as I got on the bus

"No way, you SS guys are doing a good job," I taunted

"Don't put them with us, that would be helping lunatics" he said immediately "You can't leave yet"

"No, so much has happened today, let's go back," I said

"Well, you've caused two conflicts on your first trip. You'd better stay on the boat. You're a jinx," Lindman said with a smile.

"Tsk, I am a jinx to my enemies"

I was sitting in the car thinking back on what happened today. So many things happened.

"Ah!" I suddenly remembered something

"What's wrong"

"No, no, no, it's okay." I looked at Lindman apologetically.

It’s over, it’s over. Tears are flowing in my heart. It feels like I have spoiled the plot for decades today!

Chapter 13: Mobile Testing

I don't know how this matter was handled. Anyway, the captain never mentioned it to me, but I know Lindemann must have told him - because I was forced to read the "380 Caliber Naval Gun Firing Specifications" in his room for four days. I was dizzy after reading it, and the captain told me seriously that I had to learn it because I would be asked to participate in the sea trial.

Okay, I'll learn it. It's always good to have more skills.

It took three days to paint and one day to dry, and everything was ready on the eve of going to sea. I was completely renovated, with a dark navy paint job, and the 380-caliber cannon tilted upward at 15 degrees, exuding murderous aura, like a mobile sea fortress.

On the pier, the sea breeze blows gently, bringing the smell of burning heavy oil

"Bismarck, you are invincible on this ocean." The captain and I stood side by side, watching the smoke coming out of the chimney dozens of meters high, and sighed.

"Captain, although I am very confident in myself, please don't forget that there is a hidden big country on the other side of the sea," I said lightly, packaging myself as a charlatan.

"You mean the United States of America?" He turned his head.

I nodded. This was actually a subtle reminder from me.

"That country has a strong industrial base. If it becomes an enemy, it will be a headache. Moreover, it has a unique geographical advantage. The war will not spread to it. We in Germany cannot compete with it in terms of consumption." I continued

"Haha, Mai, you think too much. We Germans will not go to war with the United States. It's not worth it." The captain said with a smile, "From a naval perspective, no battleship's main gun can penetrate your armor. Don't worry."

"But it will be available soon." It is only 1938 now. In a few years, when the Iowa-class battleships come out, it will be completely different. The industrial base can determine everything.

"What did you say?" Maybe I said it too softly, the captain asked again

"Nothing, Captain, I feel my boiler has been preheated, we can set off" I smiled and changed the subject

"Okay, let's go. You have to participate in the bombardment this time, understand?"

"As you wish"

This time when I left the dock, there were more people on my ship, most of them were engineers from various parts, and they would participate in my test throughout the whole process. There was no place for the extra people to live, so many crew members had to sleep in the restaurant. In order to appear in front of people openly, I wore the uniform of a technician after the captain's consent, and pretended to be an engineer of the main gun and mixed in the team.

"Hello, Captain!"

We walked to the gangway, and the armed guard on duty saluted immediately. The captain didn't say anything, so I smiled and nodded to the recruit, and then I was surprised to find that he shyly avoided my gaze and blushed. A shy boy.

"Captain, Miss Bismarck." We walked into the bridge. All the personnel were already in place. Lindemann was not surprised to see me. He nodded to me and asked the captain, "Captain, we are ready to go."

"Where are the destroyers? Are they ready?"

"The hosts have all been started. You can leave anytime."

"Then let's go," the captain ordered

"Attention all crew members, our ship is preparing to leave the dock. I repeat, our ship is preparing to leave the dock," Lindman walked to the loudspeaker and shouted.

Suddenly the entire ship became busy. With the help of the tugboat, I slowly left the dock, and then, under the escort of a destroyer, formed a two-ship formation and sailed towards the open sea in a line formation.

Although the destroyer was much smaller than me, it was not as fast as me. In order to keep it from falling behind, I had to deliberately accommodate it. This feeling of being tied up was terrible. Moreover, after the captain knew that I was the one who controlled the three-in-three speed when we first went out to sea, he once "harshly" criticized me for obeying the command. So, in order to have a pleasant cooperation, I could only run slowly according to the normal three-in-three speed.

Fortunately, the weather was good. I stood on the command desk with a fruit plate in my left hand, and from time to time I would put a fruit into my mouth. The scenery outside helped me ignore the feeling of being depressed. I also felt that the orderly on the ship was very dedicated. Every time I finished the fruit in my hand, he would come up to me and ask if I wanted more. At first, I could still smile and nod, and he would give me another plate. Later, after so many times, I was too embarrassed to face him, so I could only shake my head to indicate that I was full.

"Just serve her after she has finished eating. How can she be full?" The captain who was observing the sea conditions on the side suddenly spoke up. The orderly and I were both stunned. I didn't expect that he could pay attention to the situation on my side. The orderly was probably referring to the content of the captain's words.

My face turned red immediately. That girl would be embarrassed if someone called her a big eater. I immediately felt that the eyes looking at me in the bridge were secretly holding back laughter, and Lindemann even laughed out loud.

"Haha, Captain, that's absolutely right," he said sarcastically, "I've seen Bismarck's appetite firsthand."

"No, that's enough for me, thank you." I looked at the soldier and saw my sincere eyes!

Unfortunately, he looked at me and then at the captain, and finally decided to do as the captain said - he went down to serve me more fruit.

I have black lines all over my head.

After this incident, the relationship between me and the people on the bridge seemed to improve dramatically, and the original inquiring eyes disappeared. Although no one dared to talk to me openly under the pressure of the captain, they would not pretend to be tense when they saw me, and would smile at me. When I first stepped onto the ship this morning, I was like a ghost outside of their world. Standing on the bridge, I could only say a few words to the captain and Lindemann.

Arrived at sea at noon

"We have arrived at the designated sea area," the navigator shouted.

"Notify Z56 (the destroyer) that our ship is preparing for a maneuverable sea trial. Let him conduct a sea sweep first." The captain stood up and stood in the center of the bridge.

"clear"

"Notice Z56, Bismarck is about to conduct maneuver tests, and the clearing operation has begun." Lindemann called the signalman over and gave him the order.

"Yes!"

At the same time, my speed gradually decreased until I floated on the sea surface with the waves. The destroyer that had been following me passed me and continued to move forward. Sweeping the sea and clearing the area are the same thing. Whether it is an exercise or a sea trial, the companion ship needs to drive out irrelevant ships in the designated sea area to prevent peeping and avoid danger. This kind of thing is done by a small boat, which is simply a errand runner.

The destroyer kept moving forward until it reached the limit of our vision and became a small dot in our sight before stopping. It was pointing in the direction of Denmark. The destroyer was 20 nautical miles away from us and also served as an outpost. Any situation could be reported to the captain immediately.

"Captain, Z56 reports that the sea sweep is complete, no suspicious ships are found, and we can proceed to the next phase."

"Mobile test, start"

"It's up to you" This is what I said

Lindeman glanced at me and I gave him a look that said "Don't worry, I'm here."

He walked to the amplifier, held it to his mouth, and took a deep breath.

"At nine o'clock, three enemy planes are trying to launch a torpedo attack on me. Go at full speed and perform evasive maneuvers at the same time! Level 1 combat alert!" Lindman's voice was transmitted to every corner of my body through the cabin broadcast, and the piercing combat alarm sounded immediately.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Full speed ahead!" Lindemann shouted

"Understood, three into five" the bellman decisively turned the speed to the maximum gear

My host was started up urgently, which is not allowed under normal circumstances. The lack of preheating would cause great wear and tear on the host. However, since this is a simulated war situation, no one said anything.

The cabin suddenly became busy. Since there were many new recruits, in order to prevent any accidents, I followed the captain's instructions and focused some of my attention here.

I originally thought that as long as I followed the operating procedures, there shouldn't be any problems - but what was going on? I watched in silence as a new recruit tried to start the main engine without even turning on the oil pump.

I pushed a steel plate out from where he was moving, tripped him hard, and while he was getting up I opened the oil pump myself.

If he wasn't a new recruit, I would have suspected that he was a spy sabotaging me. He wanted to start me without lubricating oil. Did he want to destroy me? How much friction would there be inside a machine as huge as me? Without lubricating oil between gears, the temperature would rise to 700-800 degrees Celsius in less than ten minutes, which would destroy the main engine. I came out fine, but I'm going to go back with one leg missing.

The captain is indeed wise, I secretly wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and saw that the recruit fell down and didn’t even think about the slippery oil.

A large amount of fuel was pumped into my heart by the fuel pump, atomized by the injection nozzle, and then ignited -

"Bang!" Huge explosion

A thick black smoke was discharged from the chimney. The direct consequence of using the maximum amount of oil at the beginning was incomplete combustion. Moreover, it seemed that the pressure was a bit high. . . . .

"What's wrong?" the captain asked, looking at my strange expression. "Your face is so red."

I touched my violently beating heart, and not only did my face feel hot, but my whole body felt hot.

"It's okay," I whispered. "They gave me a little too much oil when I started it up. It's a little uncomfortable, but it will be fine soon."

"That's good, but don't worry, there won't be many such starts," the captain said with a smile.

Is this a consolation to me? That's not the tone you use to comfort someone, Captain!

"Captain, there is something I have to point out. You must improve the technical level of your crew," I complained. "Your crew almost tried to murder me just now. They started the main engine without turning on the oil pump!"

I narrated the whole story, and sure enough, the captain's face suddenly turned pale, and even the temperature in the cabin dropped a lot.

"I will investigate this matter. How are you now?"

"What can happen to me?" I pouted and said, "I already taught that new recruit a lesson and turned on the pump myself." I found it funny when I thought about the man falling down like a dog eating shit.

A large amount of fuel brought strong power, and my speed reached 32 knots in ten minutes. While I was chatting with the captain, the combustion condition in the main engine had gradually improved, and the black smoke turned into blue smoke, which was reflected in my heartbeat.

"Captain, the Bismarck is in good condition and can sail at high speed." After my body got used to it, I reported in a formal manner.

"Then please, remember to use all your strength," the captain said seriously.

"Bismarck understands!" I nodded seriously.

The burning intensified again under my control. Just like the last time, I forced the fuel intake to increase and reinforced the main engine components. The speed quickly stabilized at 37 knots. At such a high speed, even on a calm sea, the waves stirred up by my bow could easily hit the windows of the bridge.

I'm flying across the sea like a swordfish!

"Enemy planes dropped two fish bombs, four o'clock, full left rudder!" Lindemann waited until I reached the top speed and gave me another training subject. This was a test of the stability of my ship. A ship with poor stability would be overturned on the sea surface by centrifugal force when it made a full left turn at three-in-three.

But this is not a problem for me. It all depends on my body structure. In order to pass through the Kiel River, my draft is strictly controlled within the river depth. The vertical shortening makes my lateral distance very large, reaching more than 30 meters, and my stability at sea is very good. Even if I encounter rough seas, I can't say that I won't shake, but it is much better than ordinary battleships.