Vervina Industrial Zone, Belgium.

Eli got up at seven o'clock as usual, washed up, put on his overalls hanging on the wall, pushed open the door to the dormitory, and walked towards the cafeteria.

He was an ordinary steelworker who worked for a steel plant directly under the Belgian company FN Herstal Arms, which was produced exclusively for the FN Herstal Arms Company

But this was all before, two weeks ago, Germany suddenly invaded Belgium on a large scale, and the Wehrmacht, which was responsible for attacking the direction of the scorching sun in Belgium's industrial stronghold, broke through the three lines of defense of the Allied forces on the border one after another in half a day, and fought directly from the Derby border all the way to Vervina.

The 173rd Infantry Division of the Belgian Army, which was responsible for protecting the Vervina industrial zone or, if necessary, completely destroying it to prevent it from falling into German hands, faced the 17th Mechanized Infantry Division of the Wehrmacht that was rushing straight ahead, and it only took less than three hours to break through the entire line, and more than 10,000 routed troops did not even have a chance to escape, not to mention the planned destruction of the large equipment in the industrial zone.

In this way, the Vervina industrial area, with an annual output of nearly 200,000 tons of steel, was basically completely occupied by the German army, and only a part of it was destroyed by factory workers, and because the workers lacked explosives and other "big killers" that can cause devastating damage to large and huge equipment, most of this part of the damage was aimed at small and medium-sized equipment, and the damage was not serious (at most, it was just to dismantle a few poles and smash some things), so the overall production capacity of the factory was not greatly affected. After the German military airlifted a batch of replacement machinery from the country, arrested and executed all the workers involved in the sabotage of the machinery and equipment, and replaced all the management personnel, the entire industrial zone resumed production, only this time not for FN, but for Rheinmetall.

The ordinary workers in the industrial zone are still the same as before. This choice was made mainly because of three points, one is that these are skilled workers, and they have been working in this industrial area for a long time and are familiar with everything.

Second, Germany itself was short of people and could not afford to send so many skilled and well-aged workers to take over the Belgians.

Thirdly, and most importantly, these workers are very cheap – cheap in every sense of the word, whether it's money or life.

Speer paid them a quarter of what the German workers were paid for the half-month, and the eight-hour work was increased to twelve, and the three-shift system was changed to a two-shift system.

In the face of all kinds of unfair treatment, these Belgian workers were very angry, but there was nothing they could do, who let their army be beaten by the Germans like lost dogs?

However, although they were obedient on the surface and did not dare to resist, they were what the German management said, but behind the scenes, they kept making small moves.

"Hi Eli, good morning!" As soon as he arrived at the cafeteria, several workers greeted him warmly.

"Hello." Eli replied with a smile.

"Come for breakfast?" A worker, in his early twenties, walked up to Eli, tapped him on the shoulder with three fingers, and said with a smile, "Then I recommend you go to the window where old Lester is in charge to get food, and his black bread is larger than the others." ”

"Really?" Eli's face changed slightly when he heard this, but he quickly adjusted back and said with a smile, "Then I'll go to him, goodbye." ”

"Goodbye!"

After saying goodbye, Eli glanced at a Wehrmacht soldier who was standing on the second floor of the cafeteria with a G41 rifle in his hand and scanned the crowd closely, then walked quickly to one of the dozen windows, knocked on the window, and said, "Lester, I'll get my breakfast." ”

"Oh, Eli, you're here?" The elderly Lester looked up at the visitor and smiled.

"Yes." Eli nodded.

"What do you want to eat? My breakfast here was very generous, with brown bread, jams that were about to expire, and brown bread. Lester laughed and muttered to himself as he picked up a plate, put a piece of brown bread in it and slathered some jam, and handed it to Eli.

"Thanks, buddy." Eli took the plate and thanked him, then touched the bottom to make sure it was still there.

"Oh! Wait a minute! Seeing Eli wanting to leave, Lester patted his head in realization.

Eli heard Lester stop him, and immediately became nervous, and turned back and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Meal ticket, I forgot to ask you for a meal ticket." Lester laughed, "I forgot that it's not the same now. ”

"Oh...... Damn it. Eli rolled his eyes, turned and walked back to find a crumpled ticket with the word "breakfast" printed in German, Dutch and English, and patted Lester's outstretched hand.

"Be careful, young man." Lester took the ticket and whispered as if talking to himself.

Eli opened his mouth to say something, but eventually closed his mouth, reflexively walked to a less conspicuous table, sat down and placed the plate on the table, holding the bottom of the plate with his left hand into a fist and retracting it.

After looking left and right vigilantly, Eli picked up a piece of black bread with his right hand, dipped it in some jam, and took a bite, while his left hand, which was clenched into a fist, slowly spread out.

Inside was a folded note.

Eli looked left and right again, then opened the note with one hand with his left hand and gave him a cursory glance.

There wasn't much on the note, just one sentence.

"The fire is at Tower Three, and everything is going according to plan." Eli said something in his mind, then quickly shoved the note into his mouth and swallowed the jam along with the black bread in his mouth.

After quickly eating the rest of the food, Eli stood up and put the plate in the designated place and walked out of the cafeteria, looked left and right for a moment, and then walked to the northwest corner of the factory.

The Wehrmacht had very strict control over the perimeter of the industrial zone, and no one could enter or leave the zone without a permit issued by the manager, but the management of the zone was not very strict, especially in individual factories, and as long as the workers did not leave the area, there were few restrictions on their movement. So Eli came to the northwest corner without any questioning or hindrance.

This area in the northwest corner of the factory is a bit messy compared to the rest of the site, because it is full of broken machinery and unfinished billets. Once Eli entered the area, he walked straight to a scrapped steel-making blast furnace and reached into the slag outlet of the blast furnace and picked it up, and it wasn't long before he felt his hand touch a bag.

The bag was not big, and he easily dragged it out of the blast furnace slag mouth full of iron slag, and in the bright morning sunshine, he could clearly make out a line on the bag.

"Torpex (high-performance explosives for torpedoes)," he said softly.