"Hurry up."

Outside Alexandria, nervous-looking men, dressed in traditional Arabic robes, unloaded tires and gasoline from a car. From the obvious difference in color of their skin from the Arabs, these must have been impersonations, but this could not be seen from a distance.

And this is not in Alexandria, but in the suburbs, the British jurisdiction has plummeted, and in any case, this is the territory of Egypt, although it is a puppet regime.

These guys, posing as Arabs, carried scrap tires and petrol tanks and drove up the hill. They need to be on a high point, and they need to be well arranged.

After carrying all the tires and gasoline to the top of the hill, everyone collapsed on the ground tired, and after everyone had rested for a while, the leader looked at his watch and beckoned to the others. "It's half past five, ready to light the fire."

As he spoke, the resting man immediately divided the waste tires into three piles and sprayed them with gasoline. I saw the person in charge light the lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and took a puff, and then threw the lighter with him on a pile of tires that smelled of gasoline.

"Bang"

The tires that stuck to the gasoline caught fire, and the flames flew higher than people, and the billowing smoke made the already bright sky already faintly visible its black plume of smoke.

"Bang"

"Bang"

The other two fires were also lit, and now the three pillars of black smoke make it even more iconic.

"Alright, let's get back in the car."

Led by the ringleader, the men returned to the car, and now they are ready to leave. They were not alone in lighting fires near the coast, and during this time, there were more than a dozen fires lit on the coast of Alexandria and nearby.

As for the leader in charge of navigation, it was able to find Alexandria faster with its smoke column.

Early in the morning, inside the headquarters of the Mediterranean Fleet, Cunningham had just gotten up. As the commander of the Mediterranean Fleet of the British Empire, he has been busy lately. Because of Britain's declaration of war on Romania, the Mediterranean Fleet needed to take on the dual task of monitoring the Italian Navy and blockading the Romanian Navy in the Sea of Love overnight.

This was a serious consideration for him, considering that his Mediterranean army consisted of only four battleships (Rodney, Sovereign, Malaya, and Warweary), two aircraft carriers (Eagle, Furious) and the Counterattack cruisers, as well as three heavy cruisers, seven light cruisers, and a large number of destroyers and submarines.

However, fortunately, the mainland also knew his difficulties, and specially dispatched the aircraft carrier Ark Royal and the battleship Nelson to support him. That's right, it's the Nelson, and the Home Fleet gave its only two Nelson-class ships to the Mediterranean Fleet. Of course, it is not because Cunningham has a big face, but because the George V and the Prince of Wales are already in service, and all of them have the spare power to take care of the Mediterranean fleet.

And this George V-class battleship did not use 14-inch guns as in history. In the face of the caliber of 15 and 16-inch guns in Europe, Britain had to save money and save 16-inch guns. So this George V-class battleship, armed with 9 406 guns, adopts a layout of 2 front and 1 rear, with a standard displacement of 35,000 tons, a full load displacement of 45,000 tons, and a speed of 29 knots. Able to compete with a large number of Axis 380, 406 caliber warships.

A week earlier, the two ships had arrived at the Grand Port of Ariel. With these two ships, Cunningham had the confidence to compete with the Romanian fleet.

That's right, it's a countervail, and if you want to win, you have to make good use of shore-based aircraft.

Look at Cunningham's vote for the construction of a battleship, and then look at the Romanian vote for the construction of a battleship. It's good that he can compete, and of course he doesn't want to win by surprise, but there are many love sea lanes, although there is a large island that you can borrow. But Romania was so tightly guarded that he couldn't find a chance.

After the Romanian Navy's reconnaissance planes opened their stations, the reconnaissance planes always loved to patrol back and forth on the sea. So that Cunningham does not see the opportunity to sneak attack.

And now Cunningham, who has just finished washing, puts on his military uniform, and plans to have breakfast with the two new captains to get in touch with each other.

At this time, I saw Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence, who was in charge of intelligence work, push open the door of his room with a snap, holding a telegram in his hand, and the anxiety on his face could be seen by anyone.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel?"

Cunningham, who was not alarmed, sorted out the thread on the cufflinks and asked him what he meant.

"Vice Admiral, our agents have discovered that the Romanian fleet is not inside the port of Thessaloniki and its whereabouts are unknown at this time."

"Show me it."

Facing the lieutenant colonel's words, Cunningham stopped his movements. I saw him reach out and take the telegram.

It was a telegram sent directly from Thessaloniki, and the undercover agent in charge of the espionage found out that three days earlier, Thessaloniki had been placed under martial law, and at the same time prohibiting anyone from entering and leaving the port area, knew that there was a problem. He tried his best to find out the news, but the military and police blockade was unusually tight, so it was extremely difficult to find out the news. I knew that I knew that there was no fleet in the port in the early hours of this morning, so I immediately sent a message to report it.

Cunningham, who had read the telegram, thought about it and immediately asked. "Have you found anything unusual on our patrols lately?"

In the face of Cunningham's inquiry, Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence said after thinking about it carefully. "No, none of the planes or warships we patrolled before found any reports of anomalies."

"So are there any other anomalous reports that haven't been reported?"

"Not either."

Where will these Romanian fleets go without a trace for three days?

Cunningham walked back and forth thinking. Without the help of other intelligence, just one fleet disappeared for three days, and he couldn't figure out the situation. But whatever the case may be, it's always good to prioritize your preparation.

"Immediately send a telegram to the Cypriot side, ordering them to send planes to fan out to search the Aegean Sea. In addition, a telegram was sent to the Sede side to raise their vigilance. In addition, the airport is ready to send out planes to fan out a careful search around us. ”

"I'll do it, I'll give it."

"Woo ~ Woo ~ Woo Ah"

The two were talking, only to hear the air raid siren suddenly blaring loudly.

The two of them combined the telegram they had just received, and their faces changed drastically. Unexpectedly, the Romanian team slipped to his side.

On the pilot, Lieutenant Commander Elsted couldn't help but be overjoyed when he looked at the five battleships neatly moored in the harbor, as well as two aircraft carriers, as well as various cruisers of all sizes, as well as destroyers.

How can such an undefended warship in the harbor be the opponent of the carrier-based aircraft led by itself.

He then sent a telegram from His Majesty that the surprise attack was said to bring good luck.

"Tiger, tiger, tiger!"

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