On the evening of May 15, 1943, in the office in the Taranto Military Port, Chen Dao stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the various types of warships in the port, and said a meaningful sentence.

"The Turks are still from the end."

Speaking of which, this is really a hatred that spans thousands of years.

The Turks are descendants of the former Turkic peoples.

The soul hidden in his heart is the descendant of the former Tang people.

The Tang Dynasty and the Turks used to have a relationship between riding horses and slashing and slashing, and there was absolutely no word friendly in the dictionary.

After a thousand years, the descendants of a pair of enemies in the past are reunited again, and I don't want to pit you, I feel uneasy.

What's more, if I don't engage in some sabotage, I'm sorry for my identity as the boss of Abwehr (the German Military Intelligence Service).

Chen Dao made up his mind in his heart, turned to a man in a black suit who looked to be in his forties standing behind him and said, "Mr. Qishi, did I let you find the person you found?" ”

The middle-aged man, known as Zish by Chen Dao, is publicly a counselor at the German Embassy in Turkey, and the other is the head of Abwehr's intelligence agency in Turkey.

"Boss, we have been following that Mr. Zyuganov for a long time, who claims to have fled Russia from persecution by the Bolsheviks, and is now seeking money as an intelligence broker, but in fact he is a Russian intelligence agent, and he has a very high status, through which we can relay to the Kremlin what we need the Russians to know."

Chen Daotou said without looking back: "Very good, just today, the Turks accepted the conditions we offered, allowing our fleet to pass freely through the Turkish Straits, then let's start and tell Mr. Zyuganov the information we want the Russians to know little by little, no, sell it to him."

"I understand, I'll let my men do it right away."

"I'm leaving tomorrow, you can take my ship back to Turkey."

"It's an honor, boss."

As the Turks, for their own interests, chose to pull the strings in the war between the Axis bloc and the Soviet Union without hesitation, at 8 o'clock in the morning of May 16, in the Taranto military port, the German Second Aircraft Carrier Battle Group took the lead in pulling anchor and setting sail for Turkey.

At 11 o'clock in the afternoon, in the restaurant of the Golden Palace Hotel in the center of Istanbul, Turkey.

Mr. Zyuganov, with his Leninist beard, walked to table 12 in the corner of the dining room, pulled out his chair, and sat down opposite Mr. Koleon, who was drinking coffee.

Mr. Koleon nodded and smiled at Zyuganov, then called the waiter to order a steak, and Zyuganov ordered a macaroni and a bottle of Bordeaux wine.

"Dear Mr. Coleon, you came to me today, do you have any good news for me?" Zyuganov asked.

Ke Leon smiled and blinked his brown eyes, took out a round mirror, and looked at his bright back very coquettishly, and said after confirming that his hairstyle was neat: "You should know by looking at my expression, this is good news." When you hear the price of $1,500, you should know that this is shocking good news. ”

This narcissist, money junkie, Italian playboy!

Zyuganov scolded in his heart, but his face was impassive, and he asked expectantly: "What kind of good news is it?" ”

"It's about the next move of the Axis armies, and my cousin in Italy got the information with great difficulty."

After a slight hesitation, Zyuganov reached into the right pocket of his jacket with his right hand and skilfully fumbled for a while, while his left hand pulled out an envelope from his left pocket.

With his hands hidden under the dining table, Zyuganov held the white envelope in his right hand and pushed it forward.

Koleon glanced at the envelope in front of him, pressed his left hand on the envelope, and pushed it back in front of Zyuganov.

Zyuganov's face changed: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Don't get me wrong, listen to me first. I also have a $500 piece of intelligence here, which is a companion to the $1,500 piece of intelligence, do you want to consider it? ”

Staring at Koleon's treacherous smile for five or six seconds, Zyuganov withdrew the envelope, and after a while with his hands under the table, he put the envelope on the table again and pushed it to Koleon.

Koleon did not refuse again, but stuffed the envelope into the inner pocket of his suit jacket with a smile, and then said to Zyuganov with a straight face, and said in a low voice: "News worth $1,500, the Turks have secretly joined the Axis group, but they still declare neutrality to the outside world, the evidence is that the Turks have opened the right of passage through the Turkish Straits to the Axis powers, and within three days, the fleet of the Axis powers will pass through the Turkish Straits in three days." The news worth $500 was that the Axis fleet was huge, and the fleet commander was even greater. ”

"Who is it?" Zyuganov asked, staring at Koleon.

"Heinz von Rosen."

Half an hour later, in a small two-story building on the eastern outskirts of Istanbul, radio waves flew out one after another.

Another half hour later, the head of the GRU (intelligence department under the General Staff of the Soviet Red Army), Philipp Golikov, picked up the phone and called directly to Stalin's office in the Kremlin.

"Comrade General Secretary, there is important information that I need to report to you in person."

One night later, in the early morning of the 17th.

Zyuganov appeared on a sloping field on the eastern outskirts of Istanbul with a wagon parked behind him and a henchman who tethered the wagon to a tree on the side of the dirt road and walked to Zyuganov's side.

Zyuganov held a telescope hanging from his chest and condescended from the slope to take in the view of the Istanbul Strait.

From west to east, the Turkish Straits are divided into three sections, namely the Dardanelles, the Sea of Marmara, and the Istanbul Strait (aka the Bosphorus).

Standing on the slope, any warship sailing from the Istanbul Strait must pass by in his line of sight.

"From today onwards, there will be people watching this place twenty-four hours a day, and any Axis warships that pass through here must be counted, including the number and type of warship."

"It's okay to talk during the day, but what to do at night, we can't see clearly."

"Then arrange a group of people in the Dardanelles, the speed of the warships in the strait will not be too fast, they should not be able to drive the Turkish Strait in one night, as long as we are attentive, there will always be a group of people who can see those warships at dawn."

For the whole day of the 17th, Zyuganov did not see the passage of Axis warships, and could only return to Istanbul to rest in a huff.

In the early morning of the 18th, while Zyuganov was brushing his teeth after waking up, one of his subordinates rushed into his residence.

"We saw that the fleet of the Germans had just passed through the Istanbul Strait."

Zyuganov hurriedly brushed his teeth, wiped the white toothpaste foam from the corners of his mouth and asked: "How many battleships are there and what type?" ”

"One aircraft carrier, one battleship, one heavy cruiser, four light cruisers and eight destroyers, we have already taken pictures."

"I'll develop the photos right away, and I'll send a newspaper to China."