The wind blew, the clouds scattered, and after two days of autumn rain, it was finally time for London to clear up.

Located on the outskirts of the city, the EHL England Racing S-League is in full swing in September; The hoofs are rolling on the track, the sand is flying, and the surrounding stands are constantly flickering with magnesium lights, so that a series of photos can be used to write a collection of pictures and texts. In the middle of the runway is a huge stage, and when the race enters the gap, a circus or magician will come to liven up the atmosphere. Gain, even though the rest of each race is more than half an hour, the audience is always in high spirits, and there is no sense of boredom at all.

With his own excellent strength, Heydrich, who was dressed in a black suit, quickly locked in the top 16 of the S-class with two wins. He led the horse and bowed to the cheering spectators around him to thank him, and then settled the horses and ascended to the center stand as a spectator. Colorful flag hunting, shouting like boiling, the warm atmosphere suddenly rushed to the face; Heydrich's acquaintances had been waiting for him there for a long time.

"Hey, Mr. Henry, you don't seem to be very happy today, do you?" A familiar voice suddenly called out to Heydrich's side to his British pseudonym. He followed the prestige, and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly and a gray suit, sitting in a VIP seat not far away and nodding to him. Heydrich stepped forward with a smile and replied politely, "Dear Sir Smeagoard, it turns out that you have come here too. Due to the outbreak of the war, there were a lot fewer people coming to the league than usual, so I was a little worried about whether next month's game would be held normally. I didn't expect you to notice it. ”

Hearing Heydrich's words, the eyes of the middle-aged man known as Smeago were also slightly gloomy. No one wants to see a new war. The splendor of a peaceful life is cherished by every Englishman who has ever had it, even the privileged aristocracy. Among other things, the mere closure of the Thames estuary was enough to plunge social life in London into a total depression; If it weren't for the popularity of horse racing in the UK, I am afraid that today's league would not have been held.

A moment later, however, Smeagogh's face was smiling again. "You don't have to worry, the lives of the people of England are missing nothing but exciting horse racing. I also hope that you, Mr. Henry, will continue to write legends on the racetrack and increase my fortune! Yes, I just bet £10,000 on you that you can make it to the final round of the season, and don't let me down. ”

"Ten thousand pounds!" Heydrich's mouth was wide open, and his expression was glazed, as if he was really shaken by the trench of the person in front of him. Although the purchasing power of the pound today is already half that of 30 years ago. Its value has also become unstable due to the decoupling from gold, but this money is also the income of English workers for 110 years, enough food and clothing for ordinary families for the rest of their lives. And it is such a huge sum of money in the eyes of ordinary people, Baron Smeagoard, who inherited his father's shadow, actually talked and laughed, and did not feel any heartache at all!

Smeagol looked at the other party's face with shock and strong envy with satisfaction, and only felt as if he had taken a drug in his heart. Although the man in front of him didn't know how much better he was than himself in terms of physique and face, his wealth and fame were enough for him to be like a horse. Look up to yourself as a master that will never be attainable!

Smeagol, whose vanity was greatly satisfied, couldn't help but pat Heydrich on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mr. Henry." We're old friends, and you should know that this bet is nothing to me. I'm not afraid to tell you that I have five ships of cargo already on my way, and in a dozen days' time, they will be arriving in Plymouth. At that point, they'll all be cute pounds. ”

Heydrich gave a look of astonishment. The baron in front of him runs a large purchasing company. Specializing in buying raw materials in Canada and shipping them back home to earn the difference, and every shipment of goods that arrives will bring him extremely rich profits. Heydrich frowned suddenly, and said with some concern: "Your Excellency, I heard that there are already German submarines coming to the Atlantic. The merchant ships that specialize in attacking us, the Sled and the Oak were sunk by these cunning underwater sharks! Allow me to make a personal suggestion that your merchant ships should be part of the convoy. Although this may delay for a few days, it can ensure the safety of the goods. ”

Smeagoon laughed, his fat right hand slapped Heydrich's shoulder hard, and said hesitantly: "I didn't expect that Mr. Henry, who has the title of chasing wind and black lightning on the track, is such a cautious person." Don't worry, I love my wealth as much as I love Ruth, how can I let it take any risk of losing all my money? As early as the day before yesterday, I had sent a telegram to Randy, asking him to incorporate all of my ships into the newly formed escort team. German submarines don't want to make anything cheap with me! ”

Time passed like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, today's game came to an end in the slowly sinking sunset. Heydrich took the shuttle back to his home in the West Side, and as usual, carefully checked the dust mat at the door to see if anyone had broken the lock and sneaked into the room while he was away. After receiving a negative answer, Heydrich breathed a sigh of relief; He didn't stop at home, but changed his clothes and went out again, heading straight to the "Haven" café across the street.

"A warm cup of Maxwell coffee and two plates of leather jacket potatoes. Private room configuration. It was dinner time, and the café was full of customers, and Heydrich, dressed in casual clothes, mingled in the queue, as unobtrusive as his native London English. The recorder at the counter glanced at Heydrich and immediately asked someone to invite him to the private room on the second floor. Heydrich waited for a few minutes before a medium-sized male waiter pushed the door open with a plate; When he closed the door of the room, the temperament of the whole person changed instantly, the back that was originally a little shrunk straightened, and the pupils also revealed a condensed and serious brilliance.

"Mr. Jaguar, what information do you need to convey?" The waiter pulled out a pen and paper from the secret compartment under the tray, looked into Heydrich's eyes, and spoke softly. Heydrich did not hesitate at all, and also lowered his voice and said quickly: "On the night of September 5, a fleet of 37 merchant ships set off from the port of Quebec, Canada, at a speed of 8 knots, and the target was the port of Plelymouth. The escort force is led by the old cruiser USS Hawkins, and there are 2 old destroyers under its jurisdiction. On the same day, 35 merchant ships departed from Liverpool and sailed to Boston via the Sea of Keitel; It was escorted by the light cruiser Aurora, accompanied by 1 destroyer and 3 anti-submarine tugboats. ”

The waiter swished down the information on the slip of paper, his eyes revealing a more and more intense look of surprise. As a senior member of the German Intelligence Service in London, he knew all too well the value of the information provided by Heydrich: the Navy desperately needed this information in order to carry out a resolute strangulation of Britain's sea lines of communication! After putting the pen and paper back into the hidden compartment, he walked straight out of the private room without a pause. Now that the most crucial information is in hand, the next thing to do is to send it by telegram.

With the outbreak of war, the telegraph offices in Britain also established a censorship mechanism at the first time: if a private individual or group wants to send a telegram, its content must be reviewed and approved by the special personnel of each telegraph bureau to ensure that their own secrets will not be leaked. And if the spies used their telegraph machines to forcibly send messages, the British could immediately trace back to the source of the telegram and send military police to capture it.

However, this seemingly tight defense still has many loopholes in specific operations. Someone with a heart can often convert a confidential telegram into another sentence without any flaws, and the corresponding translation code in it will only be known to their own people. What's more, there is an additional element of camaraderie between people: if a message is sent by someone they know well, the reviewer will always let down their vigilance, which greatly increases the chance of information leakage.

By the time the café owner came to the telegraph office, the information provided by Heydrich had been turned into "3 crates of cocoa beans and 7 barrels of coconut wine from the warehouse in three days" and other similar news. And since the café owner was already familiar with the people in the telegraph office, this message was quickly stamped with permission and sent by radio waves to every corner of the hundreds of kilometers.

"The news of the jaguar came so quickly!" In the port headquarters in Wilhelmshaven, Schwiniger, chief of the general staff of the Navy, said with a look of excitement in his eyes. Sure enough, the British had formed a convoy of convoys, as they had done in the last battle, with the intention of reducing the losses caused by submarine attacks. However, this time, the development of communication technology has allowed its own submarine forces to attack with new tactics; More than 20 years ago, the British were lucky enough to pick up a life, and this time they will never have such good luck again!

"General, please give the order, let the British feel the power of our submarine cluster operation!" The tall Brigadier General Dönitz stood in front of the chart, already in a posture of eagerness. At present, he has deployed 14 submarines in the Atlantic, and if the enemy information transmitted by the intelligence department is dispatched in advance, 9 submarines can participate in the ambush of the two British fleets. Dönitz is confident that he has spent 20 years studying and perfecting tactics: he wants to prove to the navy and the people of the whole country that submarines are by no means inferior to surface warships! (To be continued.) )