The William Military Port in Germany has been martial law for several days. Soldiers enter here every day, and thousands of soldiers leave every day. This is an important transportation port between Germany and the southern part of the United Kingdom, responsible for some tasks that must be carried out secretly.

"Be careful! Be careful!" A loader loudly reminded his companions that they carefully lifted huge goods filled with canvas and various materials. The wire rope was tightly stretched, and the lifted things weighed at least dozens of tons.

As the behemoth landed safely, everyone seemed to be relieved, but another big guy in the distance had just been pulled up by a crane. Under the dark night, such equipment was being lifted from the ship and shored one by one on various piers.

On a destroyer in the distance, teams of German soldiers were walking down the hanging ladder. They did not carry heavy luggage, but most of them were very relaxed, wearing black SS uniforms, talking and laughing, gathering on the shore.

"Lt. Weitman, congratulations on completing the horror record of destroying 110 tanks in the UK." A colleague came to Weitman, who was looking for a team, and reached out to congratulate him.

Weitmann also stretched out his hand and shook the other party's hand: "Thank you, our entire battalion performed well in the UK. Didn't you also destroy 39 tanks? Have you been praised many times?"

While speaking, their respective cycling crews had gathered, and some were carrying champagne in their hands. This was the German tank unit that returned from Britain in triumph. It can be said that it was among the elites on the Western Front.

These armored troops were secretly transferred back to the country, preparing to be sent to the Eastern Front after rest and repair to make up for the shortage of armored troops. The armored troops in the German-occupied area of ​​the United Kingdom will eventually be reduced to the number of 1 army and 3 divisions according to the plan.

In other words, the forces of the five armored divisions and one armored battalion in General Lundstedt's hands will eventually have 2 divisions and one battalion to return to China - this battalion is the heavy tank destroyer battalion equipped with Tiger tanks where Weitman is located. The other two divisions are also equipped with large numbers of main forces equipped with Leopard tanks, so the armored power in Lundstedt's hands has been weakened by almost two-thirds.

Of course, everything was carried out secretly at night, in order to prevent hostile countries from notice the transfer and deployment of German troops. The replacement of armored troops were infantry and some armored vehicles, and their main task was to suppress the local people's uncooperative attitude and strengthen the anti-landing defense on the British coastline.

In fact, as long as the German Navy's Atlantic fleet is not annihilated, it is unlikely that the United States will be able to make a cross-Atlantic landing operation. After all, it is absolutely a very difficult military operation to seize absolute control of part of the enemy's coastline under the interference of the opponent's aircraft carriers and maintain the safe route for a long time in the future to expand the landing.

So as long as Germany does not abandon Britain's unsinkable super aircraft carrier, its Atlantic barrier will be at least ten times safe. As long as the aircraft carrier fleet still exists, there is no essential difference between the elite armored troops or second-rate infantry guarding the Atlantic barrier - as long as it can be dragged for a few days, the opponent's landing troops will collapse.

"Can you really hide this trick from the other party's spies? Your intelligence department really thinks that way, right?" In the office building of the military port, the general standing by the floor-to-ceiling window asked Gascole behind him.

"General Dunitz, we actually don't want to deceive the other party's intelligence department in this way." Gascoll smiled at the wolf pack commander Dunitz and said, "This is a complex and systematic long-term work, not a matter of early and overnight. Sometimes intelligence work is so helpless, and no one can do anything."

He pointed to the German armored troops who were disembarking in the distance: "It is impossible to disturb the opponent's spy agencies with such a large-scale military mobilization. There is no need for too complicated reconnaissance methods. Just ask the women near our troops in the UK and the camp, and you can find the answer you want."

"There are always some big mouths among the tens of thousands of soldiers, and soldiers who don't look for women do not exist." He sighed and continued, "No matter how many soldiers will tell the women that they are about to leave. If we ask about our army's movements, we don't even need to arrange the work in the early stage. As long as we are handsome enough, we can walk around the street and find out the answers we want. Those British women will tell anyone that a German official hasn't been looking for her for a few days."

"Then you have worked so hard, who are you doing this for?" Deng Niz became even more surprised when he heard this. If the intelligence department thought that it was practical to cover up such a cover-up, it would be reasonable to put in effort to do it. Even though he knew that doing this would have no effect, he would still put in effort to do it, wouldn't that be deceiving himself?

"If we don't do this, will the enemy not even need to go inquire about the news?" Gascoll asked with a smile: "Anyway, soldiers need to be replaced. There is no difference between changing during the day and changing at night, and nothing is wasted. As long as it can cause even an hour of trouble to the enemy, our intelligence department must do its best. This is the war of the intelligence department."

Dunitz nodded and looked at Gascoll on the side with admiration: "I don't understand your war, but my wolves can use your victory to expand our victory."

His words were not expressed with emotion, but were real praise. The intelligence war between Gascoll and Washington in New York and Washington provided strong support to the entire German navy. These German intelligence personnel also paid a heavy price for the entire Atlantic battle.

The poison lurking in Britain died in the line of duty, and the gray wolf also sacrificed his life for the German Navy in the naval battle. In the United States, German spies were arrested almost every day, and important information was sent to the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean to Europe almost every hour.

A female spy accompanied the senior U.S. Navy for seven years and sent back the only telegram a year ago. The telegram clearly pointed out that the U.S. Navy had no intention of investing its efforts in the Atlantic Ocean to fight the German Navy. This intelligence made Denitz decide to start an unlimited submarine warfare, and German submarines began to attack American merchant ships unscrupulously.

As a result, everyone knew that the United States did not turn against Germany due to the losses of ships. The two sides just started diplomatic disputes endlessly. The German army used this information to cut off Britain's maritime lifeline.

Unfortunately, this young and beautiful female German spy suffered from pneumonia in the United States and died of illness in Washington in 1938. She never had the chance to return to her motherland she had longed for day and night, and never saw the young head of state who personally sent her on a boat to the United States.

Another spy network works for the German navy in the port city. They have staff from ship companies and loaders on the docks. These spies are responsible for providing the time when American merchant ships leave the port and using them to roughly speculate the approximate location of the American fleet. With this intelligence, Denitz can estimate the location of the American fleet on the vast Atlantic Ocean, so that the underwater wolves can save fuel and always appear in places that can threaten the British transportation lines.

These are intelligence personnel who invaded the enemy army. Although they faced the danger of being discovered every day in the enemy camp, they lived a life of frivolous clothes and horses. In comparison, some of the intelligence personnel who supported their own missions in the country had more tiring and boring jobs.

For example, in order to obtain the exact location of the maritime transport ship, in addition to the coverage of the military's aircraft carrier reconnaissance aircraft, most of the surveillance areas are actually completed by the German intelligence reconnaissance aircraft, and this reconnaissance aircraft uses a modified version of the Butcher Strategic Bomber.

To carry more fuel, more cameras and detection equipment must be installed. This type of reconnaissance aircraft often needs to fly in the sky for dozens of hours, and the pilot's food, drink, defecation and urination must be completed inside the narrow bomber.

This long-distance mission is boring. Apart from the dashboard instructions on the plane and the location of the drawings, there is no way to determine its location at sea. Looking out from the plane's glass window, there is cold sea water everywhere. Flying like this for more than ten hours, you often find nothing in most of the time, but everyone has to hold a telescope in the plane's observation window to continue searching, because they don't know when they will find the huge British fleet.

Once these fleets are discovered, they will use a large radio station to contact domestic submarine commands and nearby submarines to provide accurate position parameters to command and dispatch submarines to siege these poor fleets that have been discovered.

What makes people feel even more boring is other spy work: there are inspectors from German intelligence departments in post offices everywhere. They will check the letters coming and going and the suspicious ones are drawn for unpacking and inspection. Every day, tens of thousands of different letters are checked for possible problems. This work is done by thousands of patriotic women. The workload is incredibly large, and it is accompanied by the boring and boring repetition.

"Thank you for your hard work, and the Empire will not forget everything you did." Dunitz sighed again: "You have made your own contribution to the victory of the Empire. Someone will remember yours."

Gascoll then laughed again: "The Empire will not admit everything we do. At least in the archives that the Empire can disclose, our contributions have never existed. Who will remember us? We ourselves cannot remember the names of those dead colleagues... The poison is called Greve in England, you don't really think he is called this name, right? Greve? It's so ugly..."-

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