Three Hundred and Sixty Nine Comfort

Beside a collapsed factory building, several workers are helplessly moving the surrounding broken bricks. Then throw these small bricks on to the side cart, and when it is full, another man standing beside the cart smoking a cigarette will carry it away.

It was not only the Royal Navy that was unlucky in the early morning of January 7, but also Manchester, an ancient and majestic industrial city in England. At the same moment, German Butcher bombers visited a new production line of Hurricane fighters that the British had just built a few days ago.

It is said that a German spy set a fire in the factory area that day, guiding the German strategic bombers to drop bombs and incendiary bombs precisely, completely destroying this top-secret production of the British military in the darkness before the sun rose. factory.

Dozens of Hurricane fighter jets that had just been half assembled were burned, and the production line and factory buildings were blown into ruins and burned to ashes. The fighter jets that the British Air Force has been looking forward to have become worthless garbage, and the number of anti-aircraft fighter jets will not meet the needs of front-line operations in a short time.

The fire lasted for two days and one night before it was extinguished. The Germans used a new type of weapon for bombing. This weapon was called "Acado Fireworks" by the British. Water can't put it out. And this incendiary weapon ignited a monstrous fire in Manchester, directly turning a quarter of the city into terrible ashes.

When everything fell silent, the British found that their chemical factories, stretches of textile factories, and machinery manufacturing factories had all been reduced to ashes, and most of the machines and equipment had become a pile of scrap iron whose precision parts had been melted by the fire.

Of course, the losses are not limited to these tangible equipment and assets. What really hurt the British are the skilled workers and engineers who were lost in the bombing. Because of the needs of the British government, these people were working overtime overnight to produce Hurricane fighter jets. If this batch of fighter jets could leave the factory smoothly, the UK would have an air force of 80 Hurricane fighter jets at once, but this time there would be nothing left.

The production of British Hurricane fighter jets, which had just made some improvement, was instantly brought back to its original shape. Thousands of skilled workers died in the bombing that day, and most of them were burned to death in the factory building by the German secret weapon napalm.

If the loss of machinery is still something the British can bear, then the loss of personnel is an unbearable pain for the British. In the afternoon of that day, relevant departments and units in the UK were called together to launch the most severe spy arrest operation in history.

The German spies lurking in the UK have to be taken seriously. These people have now begun to influence the situation of the war. The sabotage activities continued one after another, and at the last minute, they turned against each other, designated targets for German bombers, and assassinated important British personnel. These actions proved the value of German intelligence personnel and almost destroyed the British foundation.

The British intelligence agencies are frantically digging out the hidden German intelligence agencies in the UK,

Soon more than 30 undisguised grassroots German intelligence officers were captured. Although the ranks of these German spies are very low, their number directly proves that the spies deployed by Germany in the UK are highly secretive.

Churchill's resignation was vetoed by the King of England because no one wanted to take over the current mess. The Chamberlain Group intends to continue watching the show, but other politicians really do not have the courage to face a menacing Third Empire when the navy is almost completely lost.

So Churchill had to bite the bullet and continue working. When he continued to exercise his prime ministerial power, he found that in addition to arresting spies and finding ways to withstand the terrible offensive of the German navy, there was another painful task. This errand is nothing else but to pay for the thousands of fallen soldiers of the British Navy.

In a bar in London, Lord Greve was accepting the commemorative badge of honor for relatives of fallen soldiers from the British military with red circles around his eyes. Two officers of the British Navy are comforting the 70-year-old gentleman.

"Seventeen people on the destroyer survived and were rescued by another destroyer. One of these people is a German spy and has been arrested and interrogated. The other 16 people have confirmed that your nephew is also the captain. He is a real British naval officer.” The work of persuasion is very cumbersome, and many family members do not accept the fact that their relatives have passed away. Therefore, what the officer said was also cautious, for fear that the master might make a mistake.

"I heard that there were so many German spies on his warship?" Master Greif asked sadly, "He is an idiot who didn't notice any of them? How could he not notice? This time He is responsible for his defeat, he is responsible!"

"Master, we have checked the records. First, his adjutant deliberately covered up as a German spy. In addition, he did catch a German spy in 1936, but he committed suicide after being found out." Another said an officer.

The two officers who were in charge of comforting the families of the dead were completely moved by the master's words. After this comfort, many family members cried and cried, and some even broke out directly, which added countless troubles to their work. Today's Master Greif is really an out-and-out traditional British gentleman, stable and dignified, and he keeps complaining about his relatives who died in battle, which is simply amiable.

"Have you found the body? Or, can it be confirmed that it sank with the ship?" Greif complained to his nephew, and then wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief. Obviously, he was still mostly sad, making people look worried about him. Not feeling well for a while.

Such a question made the two officers finally regain some sense of comforting the families of the dead, so one of them immediately said: "Because of the defection of this destroyer, the military means that mourning must be reduced, at most only It can be counted as some compensation for the dead.”

Hearing the word "compensation", Greif's complexion became a little ugly. This is also the main reason why most of the family members of the dead began to riot. Many people were not even counted as dead because the enemy and us could not prove it. Many families even There is no basic compensation, which is also the main reason why the work of the two military officers who comforted their families has not been smooth in the past few days-you think, if the money is given a lot, few people are willing to come out to make trouble, right?

"Master...we are also very embarrassed, but..." An officer hurriedly explained, for fear that this master would have another "cry and hang himself".

"I have such a large family business, the car at the door. Isn't it all for my nephew to have a meal after he retires?" Who knows that Master Greif did not cry, but said pitifully: "Now he Back in the arms of God, what use is my wealth?"

As he spoke, he pointed to a Mercedes-Benz parked at the door, and said to the officer who came to deliver the medal: "That car belongs to my nephew, so I will donate it to the government. I heard that you requisitioned the car, and I also count it Do one more service to the British Empire for my dead nephew."

What is enlightenment? That's it! What is noble? That's it! What is an English gentleman? This! At once! Yes! up! The two officers didn't know how to describe it, and they almost knelt down and hugged Master Greif's thigh and cried.

"My lord! If you have anything to do in the future, you can ask us for help, and we won't say anything!" An officer patted his chest and said with red eyes: "If someone makes trouble in your tavern, our Royal Navy Personnel Department will be the first to let him go." !"

"Yes!" The other officer also hurriedly expressed his opinion, nodded and said, "Master! Don't worry! From now on, we will be your half-nephew! If you have anything to say, just tell me! My father is a rear admiral, and even the minister of the navy and the prime minister can see him." The people above!"

What a joke, it's best to treat us both as nephews! This is half a tavern that only makes money but doesn't lose money! And two Mercedes cars! Deposits are at least 5 or 6 figures, right? Maybe I can really get a large inheritance. But it will be more depressing when paying the inheritance tax... I wonder where I have gone...

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"I'm also unaccompanied, you young people really make me envious." The master sighed and wiped his tears: "I won't be polite with you two children anymore, I will find you if I have anything to do in the future of."

"No problem! No problem!" "Just look for it! Just look for it!" Both of them had already begun to fantasize about the time when they would get a large inheritance in the future, so their attitudes became more humble.

Greif mourned as he sent the two officers away. Turning around, the old man really sighed. The gray wolf is not his real nephew. The old man Greif died long ago in the war, but he did treat this gray wolf as his own nephew. It is a very happy thing.

He left the tavern and walked to his apartment. Humming a tune, he habitually threw a shilling to the beggar at the door of the building. Beside the beggar, he said sadly, "My nephew died in battle."

"That's really unfortunate! Sir." The beggar comforted regretfully: "May God bless you."

Greif sighed, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm sorry to tell you this." Then he walked up the stairs with heavy steps. He closed the door mechanically, opened the hidden compartment on the wall, took out a radio, spread the code book on the table, and very lonely sent out a message beginning with k.

The content of this information is not complicated: "Grey Wolf, dead."