Five Hundred and Thirty Nine Dead of Night

The German military port of Wilhelm has been under martial law for several days. Soldiers enter here every day, and thousands of soldiers leave every day. This is an important shipping port between Germany and southern England, responsible for some tasks that must be carried out secretly.

"Be careful! Be careful!" A stevedore reminded his companions loudly, they were carefully hoisting the huge cargo filled with canvas and various materials. The steel wire rope was tightly stretched, and the hoisted objects weighed at least dozens of tons.

As this behemoth landed safely, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but another big guy in the distance had just been pulled up by a crane. Under the dark night, such equipment was being hoisted ashore from a ship. One after another on the pier.

On a destroyer in the distance, groups of German soldiers were walking down the hanging ladder. They didn't carry heavy luggage. On the contrary, most of them were very relaxed, wearing black SS military uniforms, talking and laughing and gathering on the shore.

"Lieutenant Wittmann, congratulations on completing your terrifying record of destroying 110 tanks in the UK." A colleague came to Wittmann, who was looking for a team, and extended his hand to congratulate him.

Wittman also extended his hand and shook the opponent's hand: "Thank you, our entire battalion performed well in the UK. Didn't you also destroy 39 tanks and have been praised many times?"

While speaking, their respective vehicle crews had already gathered, and some of them were still holding champagne. This was the German tank unit returning from England triumphantly, and it could be said to be the elite of the elite on the Western Front.

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

That is to say, the five armored divisions and one armored battalion in the hands of General Rundstedt will eventually have two divisions and one battalion to return to China-this battalion is the Tiger tank equipped with Wittmann. Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion. The other two divisions are also the main force equipped with a large number of Panther tanks, so the armor strength in Rundstedt's hands has been weakened by almost two-thirds.

Of course, everything was done secretly at night, so that the transfer and deployment of German troops would not be noticed by hostile countries. The armored units were replaced by infantry and some armored vehicle units. Their main task was to suppress the uncooperative attitude of the locals and strengthen the anti-landing defenses of the British coastline.

In fact, as long as the German Navy's Atlantic Fleet is not annihilated, the US transatlantic landing operations are unlikely to succeed. After all, it is definitely a very difficult military operation to seize absolute control of a part of the enemy's coastline under the interference of the opponent's aircraft carrier, and to maintain the safety of the route for a long time in the future to expand the landing field.

So as long as Germany does not lose Britain, the unsinkable super aircraft carrier,

His Atlantic Wall is at least ten times safer. And as long as the aircraft carrier fleet still exists, there is no essential difference between elite armored troops or second-rate infantry stationed at the Atlantic Wall-as long as it can be delayed for a few days, the opponent's landing force will collapse.

"Can this kind of trick really fool the other party's spies? Don't your intelligence agencies really think so?" In the office building of the military port, the general standing by the French windows asked Gaskol behind him.

"General Doenitz, in fact, we don't want to deceive the opponent's intelligence department in this way." Gasker said with a smile to Wolf Pack Commander Doenitz: "This is a complicated and systematic long-term work. It’s not something that happened overnight. Sometimes intelligence work is so helpless, and no one can do anything about it.”

He pointed to the German armored troops who were disembarking in the distance: "It is impossible for such a large-scale military deployment not to alert the other party's spy agencies. There is no need for any complicated detection methods. Just ask the people near the camp of our troops on the British mainland." Those women will be able to find the answers they want.”

"Among the tens of thousands of soldiers, there will always be some big mouths, and there are no soldiers who don't look for women." He sighed and continued: "There will always be soldiers who will tell those women that they are about to leave. You don’t even need the pre-arrangement work to ask about our army’s movements. As long as you are handsome enough, you can get the answers you want by walking around the street. Those British women will tell anyone that a German The *officer hasn't looked for her for a few days."

"Then you have spent so much time and effort, who are you doing it for?" Doenitz was even more surprised when he heard it. If the intelligence department thinks that such secrecy has practical significance, it is reasonable to put in the effort to do it. Knowing that there is no effect in doing so, but still working hard to do it, isn't that self-deception?

"If we don't do this, then the enemy doesn't even need to inquire about the news?" Gascoll asked with a smile: "Anyway, the soldiers have to be changed, and there is no difference between changing during the day and changing at night. What a waste. As long as it can cause trouble for the enemy for even an hour, our intelligence department must do our best, this is the war of the intelligence department."

Denitz nodded, and looked at Gaskol with admiration: "I don't understand your war, but my wolf pack can use your victory to expand our victory."

What he said was not a sentence of emotion, but a real compliment. Gaskol's intelligence operations in New York and Washington provided strong support for the entire German Navy. These German intelligence personnel also paid a heavy price for the entire Atlantic battle.

Poison, who was lurking in Britain, died in the line of duty, and Gray Wolf also gave his life for the German Navy to turn the tide of the war in the naval battle. In the United States, German spies were arrested almost every day, and important intelligence was sent to the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean to Europe almost every hour.

A female spy accompanied the US Navy's top management for 7 years, and sent back the only telegram a year ago. This telegram clearly pointed out that the US Navy had no intention of investing power in the Atlantic Ocean to fight the German Navy. This information made Doenitz Determined to start unlimited submarine warfare, German submarines began to attack American merchant ships with impunity.

As a result, everyone knew that the United States did not turn against Germany because of the loss of the ship. The two sides just started endless diplomatic wrangling. The German army successfully used this information to cut off the British sea lifeline.

It is a pity that this young and beautiful German female spy contracted pneumonia in the United States and died in Washington in 1938. She never had the opportunity to return to the motherland she dreamed of, nor could she see it again in her life. The young head of state who personally sent her on board for the United States.

Another spy network worked for the German Navy in the port city. They had employees of the shipping company and stevedores on the docks. With this information, Dönitz was able to estimate the position of the American fleet on the vast Atlantic Ocean, so that the underwater wolves could save fuel and always appear in positions that could threaten the British transportation line.

These are the intelligence personnel who penetrated into the enemy's army. Although they are in the danger of being found out every day in the enemy camp, they live a miserable life. In comparison, the intelligence personnel who support missions in their own country , some jobs are more tiring and boring.

For example, in order to obtain information such as the exact location of ships transporting at sea, in addition to the coverage of the military's aircraft carrier reconnaissance aircraft, the monitoring of most of the sea area is actually completed by the reconnaissance aircraft of the German intelligence agency, and this reconnaissance aircraft uses A modified version of the Butcher strategic bomber.

To carry more fuel, to install more cameras and detection equipment. This kind of reconnaissance aircraft often needs to fly in the sky for dozens of hours, and the pilot's eating, drinking, and messing up must be done inside the narrow bomber.

This kind of long-distance mission is boring, and there is no way to determine your position at sea except for the instrument panel indication on the aircraft and the positioning of the drawings. Looking out from the glass window of the plane, there are icy sea water everywhere. Flying like this for more than ten hours, most of the time they can't find anything, but everyone has to continue searching with binoculars in the observation window of the plane, because they don't know when they will find the huge British transport fleet.

Once these fleets are discovered, they will use high-power radios to contact the domestic submarine headquarters and nearby submarines, and provide accurate position parameters, which will be used to command and dispatch submarines to besiege these poor fleets that have been discovered.

What makes people feel even more tedious is other espionage work: post offices around the country have inspectors stationed by German intelligence agencies. They will check the incoming and outgoing letters and take out suspicious ones for unpacking inspection. Facing tens of thousands of different letters every day, and troubleshooting possible problems in them, this kind of work is done by thousands of patriotic women. The workload is unbelievably large, and it is accompanied by constant repetition and tediousness.

"You have worked hard, and the empire will never forget everything you have done." Denitz sighed again: "You have made your own contribution to the victory of the empire. Someone will remember you."

Gascoll laughed again: "The empire will not recognize everything we have done, at least in the files that the empire can make public, our contribution has never existed. Who will remember us? We can't even remember Names of dead colleagues... Poison is called Greif in England, you don't really think he's called that, do you? Greve? That's ugly..."

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