Which clear enemy Soviet was it? Or that suspicious ally, the United States, oh, maybe France.

During the day, these people were the backbone of supporting Whitehall and giving orders to the entire British Empire, and at the evening drinking party, the words they said were no different from the ordinary people in the market, and there was no shortage of gossip mentality.

Alan Wilson's technologies that are worth searching for in Germany are actually those well-known rocket technologies and some black technologies inspired by the end of the road.

Of course, most of the so-called black technology can be called defective products with immature technology and big brains. But there is nothing wrong with the general direction, such as Germany, which is at a dead end, regardless of the application of semi-finished products to the war, and the scientific and technological content is like that.

Thinking of black technology, in fact, before the Soviet Union committed suicide, what giant ground-effect aircraft of the Caspian Sea monster, what Shark-class nuclear submarine larger than an ordinary aircraft carrier, is much stronger than the semi-finished products leaked out of Germany now.

The necessary technical reserves of the powerful country must be there, but the losers will leak out, and if one day the United States, the rebel son of the British Empire, is also unlucky, maybe the black technology leaked will be even more terrifying.

However, in Alan Wilson's view, Germany's biggest black technology is uniforms, with which countless legged soaps have been attracted to sing praises for Germany.

It is more lethal than anything such as the "Giant Rat" super-heavy tank and the "Silver Bird" aerospace aircraft.

Burgess, who had turned around, came back, sat next to Philby, and asked Alan Wilson, "Your work achievements are linked to risks, and everyone knows that going to the German occupation zone at this time will be a glorious stroke on the resume, but on the other hand, we can all imagine what the current European continent is like." The armies of the eastern and western fronts had swept across the entire territory of Germany, which was not known for agriculture and had no overseas colonies to replenish it, and now it was a problem to even eat. ”

"Burgess was right." Philby nodded on the side and said, "Even if Germany surrenders now, there is not much time left to start agricultural production, and tens of millions of Germans have to eat, which is a huge burden." ”

It is already May, and it is almost at this time in history that Germany surrendered, the farming season has passed, and now even if it is planted, it will not be able to grow in the second half of the year, and whether the Germans can eat enough depends entirely on the previous accumulation, if it is not robbed.

"It seems that only the Americans can solve this problem." Alan Wilson was stunned and said what he thought.

The United States is the only country in the world that can solve the problem of feeding such a huge population. Although in the agricultural era, the United States, which was always harvested by the cold snap of the Arctic, was not very good.

"No matter, I hope Alan is doing well, and if possible, help some poor people." Burgess is still more sympathetic than Philby, and idealistic people have this problem.

Alan Wilson also agreed very happily, he was going to do this, no matter how he said it, he was a civil servant of the British Empire, and it was his duty.

After the reception, naturally someone paid the bill, a well-dressed man drove to pick up Alan Wilson, and the civil servants of the two departments also left in twos and threes, rested early, and continued to serve the British Empire tomorrow.

When he got home, Alan Wilson stretched out his hand and motioned for Ali Khan's butler in London to enter the house, and as soon as he sat down, he asked directly, "I don't know how the Maharaja feels about my thoughts, can I borrow a sum of money temporarily." ”

can maintain the character of returning from British India without bad money, Alan Wilson can certainly do it by himself. But for the sake of the well-being of the people of Hyderabad, he can't put in the investment for Ali Khan, one yard to one yard, take money to do things, and it makes sense wherever he goes.

"The Maharaja understands the Commissioner's contribution to Hyderabad, and the telegram has stated that he is willing to provide for the Commissioner's trip to Europe." The butler nodded calmly and said, "It's just that the amount is relatively large." ”

"With the Maharaja's wealth, a million pounds is not a lot of money, at best it is a decent amount of money. I am very grateful for the Maharaja's understanding, but one more thing that comes to my mind is that money alone will not solve the problem. Alan Wilson thought for a moment and said, "I need something else." ”

"What is needed?" The butler chuckled in his heart, not that he was very loyal to Ali Khan and felt sorry for the wealth of the monarch of Hyderabad, but that when things were running, he would also be busy.

"Grain, grain and cigarettes are even more useful than money at times like these." Alan Wilson said solemnly, "Now that Germany has been plowed by war, there is a high probability that there will be a shortage of food. If Ali Khan can set an example as a monarch in this matter, he can become a moral model in the aftermath of the brutal world war. I'll do the rest, feed the right weapons back to Hyderabad. ”

"Then I'll contact the Maharaja now." The housekeeper didn't dare to slack off when he heard this, and was called back by Alan Wilson again, "Collect some cigarettes and alcohol first, the men in Germany suffered heavy losses in the war, we will solve the needs of the men first, as for the women, the war makes the women go away." ”

Although it is said that men and women are cannon fodder in war, the value of cannon fodder and cannon fodder is also different. It is true that in times of war, the government will only give priority to the rights of men, whether they admit it or not.

In Germany, which had just ended the war, alcohol and tobacco were definitely hard currency, more useful than the mark of waste paper, and perhaps more useful than the pound.

Thousands of miles away, the weather in Eastern Europe was still very cool, and in Moscow's Lubyanka Square, Merkulov, the head of the General State Security Administration, who was busy writing documents, was in a hurry to write a pen when the phone on the desk suddenly rang violently.

"I'm Merkulov!" Melkulov, who reached out to hold the microphone, his eyes full of sharpness under his thick hair.

"I'm Beria!" On the other end of the microphone, an indifferent voice came out and introduced itself.

Melkulov stood up straight at once and replied loudly, "General Political Commissar, what do you command?" ”

"Mobilize the main personnel of the First General Directorate and immediately set off for Germany to start Operation Osawagen, with a focus on German scientists in the field of rocketry." Beria indifferently ordered, "All front-line troops must cooperate. ”

"Yes!" Melkulov replied in a loud voice as if he had received something big, and there was already a beep of busy voices across the microphone.