"This document proves that the holder is directly employed by the German High Command, has all priority rights in all German-controlled areas, and can request the cooperation of the local garrison if necessary." Volglynd. Lieutenant Colonel Kirsten drew a monogram in the signature box at the bottom of the document, took out a medallion from the seal box, flipped through the stamp and looked at it, and then tapped it hard.

After reading through the document again to make sure there were no problems, Kirsten closed the brown paper folder with the black Iron Cross eagle emblem.

"I am very satisfied with the results of the young beast group this time, and I have already asked the Führer for a commendation, and may give them a medal." Kirsten held out two fingers to press down on the folder, then pushed it across the desk.

"Thank you very much, to be able to receive Valkyrie's personal compliment, it is already the best reward, Lieutenant Colonel." A middle-aged man sitting across the desk respectfully reached out and picked up the document.

"This is the reward you deserve, whether you worked in the spy bureau or the security service, you are now a member of the Eye of Odin, no one can erase our merits, remember that the Führer has been watching us." Kirsten smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his lake-blue eyes stared directly at each other.

"Understood, all for the Führer, hi Reinhardt!" The middle-aged man hurriedly stood up, stretched out his right arm and saluted.

"Hi, Reinhardt." Kirsten sat behind his desk and raised his right arm.

"You can step aside, Major Klaus."

"Yes, I am retiring, Lieutenant Colonel." The middle-aged man bowed respectfully to Kirsten, then walked to the door with the folder, and after nodding again at the door, he gently opened the door and walked out.

"What a cunning old wolf." Kirsten shook his head, then picked up a folder next to his desk.

"Huh?" Kirsten frowned. She reached out and rang the electric bell on the table.

"What do you command, Lieutenant Colonel?" Seconds later, a beautiful girl in an army lieutenant's uniform stood in the doorway.

"When was this thing delivered? Celia. ”

"At seven o'clock this morning, it was Major Ferrier from the Secret Service."

"Prepare my car, I'm going to see the Führer immediately." Kirsten stood up, removed her uniform and military cap from the coat rack by the window, and buttoned up her way to the door.

"Bring that document, along with today's aerial photos."

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

"It looks very good, very good, I don't see any flaws at all." Xu Jun lay on the map table, holding a huge magnifying glass, carefully looking at an even larger aerial photograph. Behind him was a circle of generals and marshals with red ground gold silk collar badges.

"In two days, we shot down more than 300 British bombers, and last night alone, we shot down more than 70 bombers of various types in Calais alone. Kesselring proudly reported.

"The British acted irrationally, constantly sending their bomber groups across the Channel, launching forced assaults in batches, most of which did not even have escort fighters. I can't imagine why the British would do this to send their precious bomber pilots to their deaths in vain. Yodel raised his doubts.

"In fact, part of their plan has been successful, they have succeeded in tying the hands of our fighter forces, and the bombing of the British interior has come to a standstill. They were given two precious days of respite. Xu Jun put down the magnifying glass, clasped his arms with both hands, and tapped the tips of his elbows rhythmically with his fingers.

"For the current British, two days are precious. They can regroup their air forces and mobilize their army and navy without interference. Their factories and institutions can be safely transferred, defensive positions can be rearranged and supplies replenished, and a lot can be done in two days. After speaking, Xu Jun took a photo with his palm.

"Moreover, their bombers followed one after another, paid such a heavy price, inflicted heavy damage on our landing fleet, and successfully delayed the landing of our army, as long as this month drags on, the weather will no longer be on our side, we can only abandon the plan to land in Britain this year, and if we want to land, we can only wait until the beginning of spring next year, which is enough time for the British to establish a complete defense system.

We have to reformulate our plans, move our troops, prepare supplies, and if the international situation changes, we may abandon the landing plan forever. These bomber pilots gave their lives to save the British Empire and Churchill. What would that fat man say, by the way, in the history of human warfare, never before has so few people made such a huge contribution to so many people. Well, he'll definitely say that. Xu Jun stretched out two fingers and shook them, and Tysenhofen hurriedly handed over a cigar from the side.

"They must have believed that we had lost so much, and that Churchill might have been watching the plume of smoke rising from Calais with a telescope from the tower of Dover Castle." Keitel smiled and wiped the short hair from her lips.

"Inform the port of Calais that it is almost enough, and where there is a fire from last night until noon today, the British will suspect that our fire brigade is a rice bucket." Xu Jun exhaled a puff of smoke, and then pointed to the photo and said.

"If I didn't know the truth, I would be very angry when I saw this aerial photo, it looked really miserable."

"The night bombardment of the British was terrible, according to the confessions of the captured pilots, because their radar stations were destroyed, they could only rely on compass navigation, our night light control was very effective, they could only descend to a very low airspace, trying to find the location of the harbor visually. As a result, our radar stations accurately demarcated their positions, and the anti-aircraft artillery units with mobile fire control radars and the night fighter units cooperated with each other, and many of the aircraft groups were actually annihilated over the strait before they even reached the French coast. Kesselring laughed.

"Upon receipt of the report, General Weirle immediately ordered the Army units to release smoke in the harbor area, and then detonated some explosives and shells, igniting the abandoned ships moored along the harbor breakwater, creating the illusion that they were being bombed. It also attracted a group of British bombers, which penetrated headlong into our anti-aircraft fire network and were all shot down, and as the smoke and fire from the sea misjudged their position, they dropped all of their bombs in the waters outside the port of Calais.

General Weirle also ordered the landing craft force to move all the boats to the surrounding beachheads, cover them with camouflage nets, and then sank a French cargo ship and several landing craft in the harbor, releasing several tons of fuel and oil on the sea, and lighting some oil drums and pyres in the harbor area, as you see in the photograph. Marshal Brauchitsch said, carrying the marshal's staff, pointing to the picture.

"Very responsive and well done, Wierle." Xu Jun nodded approvingly at Werler.

"Everything is a well-thought-out plan of the High Command and you, I am just an executor, my Führer." Weirle humbly bowed down.

"Don't be modest, Weirle, you have implemented measures that have far exceeded what the High Command originally envisioned, and now it seems that the results are very good, and I believe that you will be able to make Churchill happy for several days." Brauchitsch nodded.

"He's going to be crazy happy, this fat man can get a good night's sleep tonight." Xu Jun smiled and dusted off his cigarette ash in the ashtray.

"The situation in the port of Gravoline was similar, the British bombers did not get close to the port area at all, the naval warships and the anti-aircraft guns of the outer harbor directly routed them, and the fighter units of the air force also achieved great success. Reichenau also carried out the fraud, and the plumes of smoke rose from it, as if half the city had been set on fire. Werler reported from the sidelines.

"He won't really set fire to half a city, it's hard to say with his character." Kesselring pouted and grinned.

"The Air Force must be strictly guarded and must not allow enemy reconnaissance planes to reach these landing ports for reconnaissance. We've given them the intel they want and can't mess it up anymore. Xu Jun said, shaking his cigar.

"Please rest assured, my Führer, the Air Force will ensure 24-hour air patrols, and there will be absolutely no fish that slip through the net."

"Good. Now let's take a look at this photo, was this one taken this morning? Xu Jun dragged past another photo.

"Yes, my Führer, here is the latest photo, we can see, here is two kilometers east of the fortress of Calais, four hundred meters from the coast. These are two heavy coastal artillery batteries, and you can clearly see that this forty-meter-wide concrete bunker is the 300-mm coastal gun that has been entangled with the heavy artillery of our Calais position for three months. The battery of another 300-mm gun was three hundred and fifty meters away, parallel to the coast.

These two guns pose a lethal threat to our landing fleet, and we have already developed several plans, but the latest intelligence we have just received indicates that these batteries are not as strong as we expected, and we have obtained their firing angle and firing range parameters, which I have ordered the Operations Division to re-evaluate. Keitel pointed to the turret in the photo with a baton.

Just then, the door to the conference room opened, and Kirsten was led in by an adjutant.

"My Führer!" Kirsten stood up and saluted.

"Lieutenant Colonel, did you suddenly come here, is there any new information?" Xu Jun asked with a smile after returning the salute.

"Yes, my Führer, I have just received information this morning, that last night the British Navy attacked the French fleet in the ports of Mearsbiel and Oran, and that the British bomber fleet bombed the ports of Saint-Nazaire and Toulon, and at the same time they launched a surprise attack on the French ships anchored in the ports of Portsmouth and Plymouth, and there was an exchange of fire between the two sides, and the French naval officers and men suffered heavy casualties, one of the heavy artillery submarines broke through the harbor, and the rest of the ships sank on the spot. Information came from Bordeaux that many French naval officers were gathering at the Admiralty to demand an immediate declaration of war on the British. ”

"And they did it anyway!" Xu Jun frowned and bit his cigar hard.

Then he turned back to Willle and said, "Churchill has gone mad. Raeder was immediately informed and the personnel of the naval command were summoned to a meeting of the high command, and the British transferred the Mediterranean Fleet back. ”。 (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)