Unlike the Belgian frontlines where the retreat and failure of the army, in London, people still maintain the prosperity and hustle and bustle of singing and dancing. As one of the top central cities in Europe, London can be said to be synonymous with classical and avant-garde.

In a small corner of a London neighborhood, there is a very popular bar. Because it is said that this bar was opened by the descendants of the British Navy's Marine Nelson, this bar is a must-see place for almost all naval officers in London to relax and entertain.

You can see almost all the best ship commanders in the Royal British Navy. Some of them come from submarine forces and some from a world-famous battleship. If you want to know what happened to the British Navy recently, then coming here is the best choice.

There are many photos of battleships hanging on the walls of the bar, as well as portraits and photos of famous naval generals from various periods. In the center of these photos, there is a portrait of Viscount Horazio Nelson, who is almost the size of a life-person.

When many naval officers and even generals come to this small bar, they have to toast the British Royal Navy spirit hanging on the wall - this is also one of the methods for bar owners to make money.

As a group with relatively high income within the Royal Navy, submarine commanders have always been frequent visitors to this bar. Even during wartime, these special arms that perform missions on the seabed all year round enjoy a rare long holiday for other naval officers and soldiers.

An old man often drank in this bar because it seemed that the old man was very rich. He bought half of the shares in the bar and enjoyed his old age peacefully. The old man's name is Greve, and he has a nephew who served in the Royal Navy Destroyer Fleet. He is also loved by people nearby because he often takes care of his relatives who are lonely at home.

Now this beloved old man is smiling and listening to several naval officers at the same table boasting about their experiences. These officers are old customers, and there is half a boss on the table, so the waiter in charge of this table is also working hard to serve tea and wine to the guests on the table.

When a group of soldiers are together, the topics are mainly about boasting about their own fantasy battles, and the few guests at this table are no exception. Although the content of the mission is often kept confidential, this kind of confidentiality constraint, which is not a core confidentiality, will naturally be occasionally ignored.

Besides, no one mentioned the core content of some tasks. They just took out some words and boasted, which was not considered a leak. Therefore, these naval officers never rejected this way of bragging about each other.

At this moment, an officer in the army was boasting about how his warship was dealing with the German submarine. His vivid explanations there made everyone sigh from time to time: "The German submarine is very cunning. We have been tracking it for more than ten days. These days, our transport ships are sunk by it from time to time. We chased the route of its attack eastward, and we blocked it until a long distance away!"

He continued to say, "You must know that in order to sink it, we threw deep-water bombs everywhere, and finally confirmed its location! Then we attacked the sea area and finally sank it! Who would have thought that it would sink one of our destroyers in the end. Along the way, we lost a transport ship with a total of more than 100,000 tons, and then sank such a submarine!"

"This is the first submarine we have sunk the Germans?" Greve smiled kindly and echoed: "They are even harder to deal with than they were back then. I am really worried about our navy."

"To be honest, we are improving some equipment. For example, I heard that Germany is equipped with an advanced equipment that can detect aircraft, and our navy is also developing it. I believe we will be able to equip it soon." An officer in charge of naval technical equipment research and development next to him said with a smile: "No need to worry about us at all, the British Navy will definitely win the final victory!"

"It's not bad at all! Cheers to General Nelson's spirit forever!" Greve raised his wine glass and said to the portrait of Nelson not far away.

"You treacherous old man! Let's give us a toast and make money in your bar?" Several people laughed and raised their glasses, laughed and had a glass of wine to continue chatting.

The officer of the destroyer wiped the beer from the corner of his mouth and continued to brag: "It has only been half a month since the war started, and our transport ships have been sunk for more than 100 ships, and the total tonnage has reached nearly 1.1 million tons. However, we are not vegetarians, and we are now summarizing the combat experience of attack submarines."

"Then I congratulate you on defeating the German submarine as soon as possible. I heard that the above have been considering the ration of afternoon tea and tea. I really can't think of how to live without afternoon tea." Greve shook his head and sighed.

"Don't worry! In a few weeks, we will be able to sink the German submarines for dozens or hundreds! The submarine thing is no match for the surface ship after all!" The officer of the destroyer said more and more outrageously, without any regard for the submarine officer who had been silent and had not spoken.

The submarine officer stopped doing this and immediately frowned and said, "What do submarines do not compare to your surface ships? We are a very powerful special force! Not only can we win when we fight head-on, but just like the German Navy, we can use tactics to assassinate surface ships to make the other side surrender, and we can also win!"

"It sounds nice!" The officer of the destroyer curled his lips and said with contempt: "I haven't seen you a few days ago, nor have you heard of any decent missions you have performed. Don't tell me that you ran to the German coastline to attack."

Speaking of this, the old Greve raised his eyebrows and took a sip of beer quietly holding the wine glass, covering up the curious look on his face, but he raised his ears and listened carefully to what the officers said later.

The submarine officer's face turned red, as if he couldn't speak. It took him a long time to point at the officer of the destroyer fleet and defended him: "I'm going to carry out a secret operation! This is a military secret, and I can't tell you in detail! But I tell you that the operation I participated in is much bigger than you think!"

The technical naval officer burst into laughter when he heard the submarine commander say this: "Don't brag, it's funny? Although the Navy's several operations were not successful, the scale is not small. Take the failure of Scapa Bay for example. The Navy had hundreds of warships gathered together. How big can the operation you participated in? "

When everyone heard that everyone didn't believe in themselves, the captain of the submarine could no longer hold it in. He rolled up his arms and sleeves, looked like he was fighting with you, smashed the table with the beer glass in his hand, stretched his neck and whispered: "I'll say this, and anyone who hears it will keep it a secret for me! This is an amazing secret!"

"Bad! How confidential can you keep it if you go out for a mission?" The officer of the destroyer fleet obviously still didn't believe it. He directly regarded the submarine commander's words as a bluff.

"My operation was directly ordered by the Navy Minister Churchill to transport five important intelligence personnel to the Dutch coastline!" The submarine commander whispered carefully: "This is a very important operation!"

Greve listened in his heart and recorded several very important information calmly: a few days ago, the submarine was transported to the Dutch coastline, with five intelligence personnel. He continued to listen, without expressing any opinions, for fear of losing any important information.

"Just a few spies, what a big move? Just brag!" The officer who was engaged in technology looked dissatisfied, picked up the beer and took a sip, swallowed it before continuing, "If you lucky 50 people in one go, you will not be bragging in vain."

"You know what the hell is!" The submarine captain snorted and continued, "This is the news behind it! I got a German newspaper called Germany in the past few days and found out that the one who assassinated the German devil Akado was three of the five people I sent!"

Suddenly it became very quiet. Greve and the other two officers, who had a disbelief expression on their faces, looked at him with a surprised expression. The submarine officer suddenly felt a deep sense of pride in his heart: Did you see it? Did you see it? I won't say it! It scares you to death if you say it!

"Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing!" Greve coughed twice, then broke the awkward atmosphere between the people on the table, then waved his hand and said, "You said nothing, we didn't hear anything! Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes! We didn't hear anything!" The technical officer quickly continued, "Come on! Let's give our hero captain a cup! This time I failed to kill Akado, and I will definitely do it next time!"

"Come on! Toast! Toast!" The officer of the destroyer fleet looked embarrassed and slapped at the table and shouted: "I'll invite this! I'll invite this! I'll be a brother. I'm not interested enough! I have to tell you about this..."

When it comes to treating guests, the awkward atmosphere disappears in an instant. Everyone continues to talk and laugh, and exchanges cups and plays with each other. Soon, a few people get drunk, so they leave staggeringly.

Greve returned to his apartment near the bar, hummed a tune and threw a shilling to the beggar at the entrance of the building. The beggar held his hat and nodded to thank him. Then Greve took a heavy step upstairs. Until he closed his door, his eyes returned to a clear look.
Chapter completed!