Three Hundred and Thirty Three Bar Surprises

Unlike the Belgian frontline, which was retreating and retreating, in London, people still maintained the prosperity and noise of singing and dancing. ∷4∷5∷中∷As one of the best central cities in Europe, London can be said to be synonymous with classical and avant-garde.

In a small corner of a London block, there is a very prosperous bar, because it is said that this bar was opened by the descendants of Nelson, the soul of the British Navy, so this bar is almost a must for all naval officers in London. where to come.

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

There are many pictures of battleships on the walls of the bar, as well as portraits and pictures of famous naval generals in various periods. In the center of these pictures, there is a portrait of Vice Admiral Horatio Nelson, who is almost life-size .

When many naval officers and even generals came to this small bar, they would respect the British Royal Navy's military soul hanging on the wall-this is also one of the means for the bar owner to make money.

As a relatively high-income group in 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 also enjoy long vacations that other naval officers and soldiers rarely have.

There was an old man who used to drink in this bar because it seemed that the old man was very rich. He bought half of the shares in this bar and enjoyed his old age peacefully. The old man's name was Greif, and he had a nephew who served in the Royal Navy's destroyer fleet. And he is also loved by the neighbors because he often takes care of the relatives of some sailors who are alone at home.

Now this much-loved old man is smiling and listening to several naval officers at the same table bragging about their experiences with each other. These officers are all regular customers, and there is still half of the boss on the table, so the waitress who is in charge of this table is also working hard to serve tea and wine for this table of guests.

When a group of soldiers are together, naturally the topic of conversation is mostly bragging about their fantasy battles, and the few guests at this table are no exception. Although the content of tasks performed is often kept confidential, this kind of confidentiality constraint that is not considered a core secret will naturally be occasionally ignored by people.

Moreover, everyone did not mention the core content of some tasks,

Just taking out a few words to brag about is not considered a leak, so these naval officers have never rejected this way of bragging about each other's decompression.

At this moment, an officer was bragging about how his warship dealt with German submarines. His vivid explanation made everyone exclaim from time to time: "That German submarine is very cunning. We have tracked it for more than a dozen years." Oh my god. These days, our transport ships are sunk by it from time to time, and we chased the line of its attack to the east until it was quite far away before blocking it!"

After clicking on the table, he continued: "You must know that in order to sink it, we dropped depth charges everywhere, and finally confirmed its location! Then we stormed the sea area, and finally sank it. It! Who would have thought that one of our destroyers would be sunk by it in the end, and we would have sunk such a submarine as soon as we lost a total of more than 100,000 tons of transport ships!"

"This is the first submarine we've sunk the Germans, right?" Greif smiled kindly, and echoed, "They're even harder to deal with than they were back then, I'm really worried about our navy. "

"To tell you the truth, we are improving some equipment. For example, I heard that Germany has equipped an advanced equipment that can detect aircraft, and our navy is also developing it. I believe we will be able to equip it soon." A person in charge of the navy next to him The officer who developed the technical equipment said with a smile: "Don't worry about us at all, the British Navy will definitely win the final victory!"

"Not bad at all! Cheers to the eternal spirit of General Nelson!" Greif raised his glass and said to the portrait of Nelson not far away.

"You cunning old man! Let's make a toast, but it's not your bar that makes money?" Several people laughed and raised their glasses, drank a glass of wine and continued to chat with laughter.

The officer of the destroyer fleet 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 more than one of our transport ships has been sunk, with a total tonnage of nearly 1.1 million tons. But we I’m not a vegetarian either, and I’m already summing up combat experience in attacking submarines.”

"Then I congratulate you on defeating the German's submarine as soon as possible. I heard that the higher-ups have been considering rationing tea for afternoon tea recently. I really can't think of how to live without afternoon tea." Greif shook his head and sighed. .

"Don't worry! In a few weeks, we will be able to sink dozens of German submarines! Submarines are no match for surface ships after all!" The destroyer officer said more and more outrageously, without hesitation The submarine officer who has been silent has not spoken.

This time the submarine officer stopped doing it, and immediately frowned and said: "What do you mean that a submarine can't compare with your surface ships? We are a very powerful special force! Not only can we win in frontal combat, just like the German Navy, we can use tactics Come to assassinate the surface ships to make the opponent submit, and you can win!"

"That sounds good!" The officer of the destroyer fleet curled his lips and said with disdain on his face: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I haven't heard of any decent missions you performed, so don't tell me that you ran to The German coastline has been raided."

Speaking of which, the old-fashioned Greve raised his eyebrows, took a sip of beer calmly with his wine glass, covered up the curious expression on his face, but pricked up his ears and listened carefully to what the officers said behind him. if.

The submarine officer's face was flushed, and he seemed to be speechless. It took him a long time to point to the officer of the destroyer fleet and explain: "I'm going to carry out a secret operation! This is a military secret, so I can't tell you in detail! But Let me tell you, this operation I participated in is much bigger than you imagined!"

When the naval officer who was engaged in technology heard what the submarine commander said, he opened his mouth and laughed: "Don't brag, are you funny? Although the navy's operations were not successful a few times, the scale is not small. Take the failure of Scapa Flow as an example, the navy has gathered all its warships, and how big can your submarine be involved in, no matter how big it is?"

Hearing that everyone didn't believe him, the captain of the submarine couldn't hold back any longer. He rolled up his arms and sleeves, as if fighting with you guys, hit the table with the beer glass in his hand, and stretched his neck. He whispered: "I said this, and any of you who hear it will keep it a secret for me! This is a great secret!"

"Bullshit! How can you keep a submarine secret when you go out to carry out a mission?" The officer of the destroyer fleet obviously still didn't believe it. He directly took the submarine commander's words as a bluff.

"My operation was directly ordered by the Minister of the Navy, His Excellency Churchill, to transport five important spy personnel to the coast of the Netherlands!" The submarine commander whispered cautiously: "This is a very important operation!"

Greif listened to it in his heart, and quietly recorded some very important information: A few days ago, the submarine was transported to the coast of the Netherlands, and 5 intelligence personnel. He continued to listen, not expressing any opinion, for fear of missing some important news.

"It's just a few spies, how big is the action? Just brag!" The technical officer had a disapproving expression on his face, took a sip of beer, swallowed it, and continued: "If you get lucky 50 Let’s say you’re not bragging in vain.”

"You know what a fart!" The submarine captain snorted, and then continued: "This is the next story! I got a copy of the German "Great Deutsche Zeitung" in the past few days and found out that the assassination of the German devil Aka More, one of the five people I sent!"

It suddenly became very quiet. Greif, who had an expression of disbelief just now, and the other two officers looked at him with a surprised expression. The submarine officer suddenly felt a deep sense of pride in his heart: You see? ? see that? I'm not talking! Say it and scare you to death!

"Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing!" Greif coughed twice, then broke the awkward atmosphere among several people on the table, then waved his hand and said: "You didn't say anything, we didn't say anything Listen! Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes! We didn't hear anything!" The technical officer hurriedly answered, "Come on! Let's toast our heroic captain together! We failed to kill Akado this time, and we will definitely do it next time." Can!"

"Come here! Toast! Toast!" The officer of the destroyer fleet looked embarrassed, slapped the table and shouted: "I invite you! I invite you! It's my brother, I'm not mean! Tell you to speak out..."

When it came to treating guests, the awkward atmosphere instantly disappeared without a trace, and everyone continued to talk and laugh, pushing each other to exchange cups like brothers. Soon a few people were drunk, so they staggered away.

Greif returned to his apartment near the bar, hummed a tune and threw a shilling to the beggar at the door of the building. The beggar nodded his thanks while holding his hat, and then Greve took heavy steps upstairs. It wasn't until he closed the door of his room that his eyes regained their clarity.

Opened the hidden compartment on the wall, took out a radio, and spread out the codebook on the table. Greve, the "poison" that had entered the UK and buried it for more than ten years, sent another important message today.