Three Hundred and Eighty-Six Prophets

Just as the British Navy was leaving the port tragically, an officer of the German Navy stood at the gate of the French naval port with a proud face.

He was carrying a bag in one hand, a French cigarette in the other, and a French car parked behind him. Germany's car production is now so huge that it is staggering, but it is still unable to meet the domestic demand that is almost bottomless. The military needs hundreds of thousands of cars, and the private sector needs nearly 10,000 cars. Therefore, although Mercedes-Benz has become the world's largest automobile production company under the integration of Bailanhua Group, it is still unable to let all Germans drive the cars produced by Mercedes-Benz.

BMW's current production capacity has now been almost completely converted into engine production, providing thousands of engines and spare parts for cars, tanks and aircraft. Although the German mechanized blitzkrieg has achieved amazing results on the front line, the workload required to maintain the operation of these units is enormous, the production of spare parts, the transportation and distribution of fuel, the replenishment of personnel and training - that is, rigorous If the Germans are replaced by other countries, Arcardo has no doubt that these newly born logistical links can make some countries collapse.

The officer handed his documents to the French officer on duty at the door, and in the complex eyes of the other party, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on his boots to stamp it out. Then he pointed to the guard post on the side, and asked with a smile, "Can I go in and wait? Although this place has not been handed over to the German Navy, at least I should be given the proper hospitality, right?"

He speaks French, and he speaks at a slow pace, obviously through painstaking research. Compared with Ren's stumbling half-slung French, it's more than a star and a half. However, the other party obviously did not have a good impression of him because of his French.

The French officer on duty didn't answer him, he just walked back to the box and picked up the phone, said something to the other side, put down the phone and walked out of the box, reluctantly waving his hands to signal the sentries on both sides to open the barriers and let go .

The German police officer didn't take it seriously. After taking his ID, he smiled and touched the hood of his big-brimmed hat with his hand. It was a nod of compliment, and then he returned to his car and put the important He threw his bag to the rear seat, and got into the passenger seat of the car.

The German second lieutenant, who was the driver, saw his superior get into the car, ignited the engine, lightly stepped on the clutch and put the gear on. The French car moved forward slowly, passed the checkpoint at an unpleasant speed, and headed for the military office in the French port. Building to go.

The car stopped in front of the building, and the officer motioned for his driver to wait in the car, then took out a bag and climbed the wide steps in front of him. The French guards on both sides had obviously been instructed, and they had more rules than the checkpoint. When they saw the German officer ascend the steps, they immediately stood at attention and saluted.

Officer Nad was obviously satisfied with the French soldier's standing at attention salute, nodded with a smile, climbed the steps, and got into the headquarters of the French Navy. through the corridor,

It was like visiting several operational headquarters and conference rooms of the French Navy, and the officer, accompanied by General Darlan's secretary, came to General Darlan's office.

"Good afternoon, General Darlan." The German officer didn't seem to be very restrained. Before Darlan could speak, he said hello to himself and sat down on the sofa for meeting guests. The bag he brought was thrown on the coffee table, and he casually ordered the sexy French secretary, "General Darlan and I have something to talk about. Go get us a cup of coffee, please?"

"Go. Remember to knock on the door when you come in." Darlan glanced at the secretary girl who was a little overwhelmed and said, "I'm still the same, I don't want sugar cubes. I don't know what special needs this German guest has. already."

"I'm a good talker. As long as it's coffee poured by a beautiful woman, it can be any flavor." Officer Nade said with a smile, and after watching the beautiful secretary leave the office, he reached out and opened the briefcase and took out Put the pieces inside on the coffee table.

As his movements were completed, the whole person became serious, there was no smile on his face, and the momentum on his body became stronger: "Since the general is also in a hurry, I want to know the purpose of my visit this time. , then I won't go around in circles—let's start now?"

"Okay, I admire the German nation very much, because their meticulous work spirit makes me admire." Darlan nodded and said: "Then let's talk about business first, and then chat."

"We have a very important intelligence officer in the UK. This person has provided us with a lot of important information. You must be familiar with this." Officer Nad pointed to the piece on the coffee table.

"Poison?" Darlan frowned and asked.

"Yes, poison!" Dean nodded: "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have asked me to deliver it in person."

Darlan stood up, walked to the side of the coffee table, bent over to pick up the pieces, and looked at them solemnly. If the information provided by the Germans is true or false, and there are important and secondary information, then this information from the "poison", even if it is false, is enough for him to take a look at Darlan himself. .

"That is to say, the British navy went to sea today and has already started operations against my French fleet?" Darlan asked with a frown.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the authority to analyze intelligence at my level." Officer Nade waved his hand and said, "I just because of my special status, I can make sure that this document can be sent here confidentially. Take this document and leave."

He paused, looked at Darlan with a heavy expression on his face, and continued: "And after you have read this piece, I will take it away myself, these papers cannot leave my sight until I send them to you. Go back to Berlin, or I die."

"It seems that the 'poison' is really valued." Darlan said with a sigh.

"Yuan once said to my father that every intelligence officer is the greatest hero of the empire. Although they are destined to be nameless, they are all worthy of every German's life to protect." The officer said with a smile .

Darlan was stunned for a moment, then nodded in admiration: "Your Yuan is good, it seems that we were not wronged. You mentioned your father, it seems that your family background must be extraordinary, can you ask, who is your father? "

"This is nothing to keep secret. If you want to investigate, it is estimated that you will know the result tomorrow." Nade said indifferently: "I am just a nobody in the Intelligence Department of the Supreme Command of the Empire, my father, you You must know him, his name is Gascol."

"Ding bell, ding bell." Darran rang the bell on the table, and his adjutant and secretary came in when they heard the bell. The secretary also carried a tray with two cups of coffee and a coffee pot on it.

"Ring the battle alarm immediately, all personnel return to their posts, the port anti-aircraft weapons must be on alert, and prepare ammunition for all caliber artillery on the warship!" Darlan didn't shy away from anything, in front of the little Gascol. The combat order was issued: "Keep the power system of the warship running, I want to see who dares to move my fleet!"

"General, the Germans... are you going to do it?" Darlan's adjutant glanced at the German officer sitting on the sofa, and asked bravely.

"It's not German..." Darlan's mood was extremely complicated, and he sighed again before he said in a complicated mood: "This time it may be the bastards in the UK who are going to attack."

Under the shocked gazes of the adjutant and secretary, Gascol's son put away the items on the coffee table to make sure that they were not left behind, then slowly got up with the bag and walked to the door of the office: "Then I will not Excuse me, the German navy will have a move later, it's up to the French navy to deal with it this time. By the way—your secretary is a beauty."

"Mansha! Take this officer into the car. When he asks you to come back, you can come back here to report." Darlan ordered his secretary.

"Okay, General." The female secretary who had secretly greeted the handsome German officer nodded immediately and said, put down the tray of coffee in her hand and followed the German officer out of the office, leaving behind the busy Darlan and others. The adjutant.

"General, just let Mansa follow that German bastard?" Darlan's adjutant asked with a frown when there were only two people left in the room.

"I'm forced by the situation now, what can I do?" Darlan sighed countless times today and said helplessly: "The information sent by the Germans this time is very important, and I dare not take it as a fake anyway. Treat it. Instead of being passive at that time, it's better to put on a posture now - whoever is a younger brother is a younger brother, but it's just to choose a supporter."

Gascol's son got into the car with the French secretary in his arms. When he got up and down in the back row, the car had already left the French port. While waiting at the checkpoint, it was unexpected that the German officer who was wiping his oil just now let him go. The French female secretary got out of the car herself.

Under the shocked eyes of the female secretary, the car pulled out the checkpoint and merged into the convoy escorting the car - 4 French cars opened the way, and a truck full of soldiers followed. The young German officer in the car?

Just off the coast of France, the British fleet was in a battle formation. This time, they were going to kill the French navy in one fell swoop. The Germans had no idea of ​​annexing the French fleet. The fighter jets had already taken off, and everything seemed to be going very well.

And not far away, above the sea, another huge naval fleet came quietly, answering the old Chinese saying: mantises catch cicadas, oriole is behind.