On the morning of December 3, the German naval partisan fleet attacked the UK-2 transport convoy just 710 kilometers off the east coast of the United States. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because the British Navy was completely unprepared, the entire UK-2 transport fleet was chased all the way, and in the end it was almost wiped out.

The seven destroyers and one cruiser in charge of the escort were all sunk, and most of the transports that had fled in all directions were also sunk because of their speed.

Lütjans pursued him for more than 40 kilometers before he lost his judgment on the location of the other transports - about 20 ships escaped from his butcher's knife, and the remaining 70 or so ships were all sunk and sent to the bottom of the sea.

The huge UK-2 transport fleet has since become history, and the terrified UK-1 fleet is still waiting to arrange a return voyage on British soil.

On December 3, before it was time for lunch, a British Navy officer stormed Churchill's prime minister's office: "Big things are wrong! Mr. Prime Minister! ”

Looking at the stunned Churchill, the officer was not polite, and quickly said the reason why he had broken into the prime minister's office without permission: "UK-2 transport fleet, it's over!" ”

The UK-2 transport fleet is finished? The news exploded in Churchill's head, and he almost fell directly on his desk.

Anyway, this man who gave the famous Iron Curtain speech in the original real history is still very strong-minded.

Barely suppressing the churning blood, Churchill looked at the naval officer who reported the news, and vented his anger: "The UK-2 fleet is finished, so why is your navy not finished?" Yes? Do you still deserve the word royal? What about your sense of pride? Have they all been eaten by dogs? ”

He banged the table and roared in pain! Because just now, the news of the US Congress's veto has been delivered to Churchill through the smoothest channel.

Now Churchill is like a cannon with a fire, looking for an outlet. And the Navy made such a big news at this time, which was really a big gift to Churchill.

"Did you know? Get started today! Start now! If we buy supplies from the United States again, we can't afford to owe them on credit! I can't take credit anymore! When he said this, he scolded: "Rice bucket! You're all rice buckets! ”

"Am I going to be the Lord of the Admiralty and command you bastards in battle?" Because the office door didn't close in time, his voice could be heard clearly in the entire hallway.

What was Mr. Prime Minister shouting just now? The UK-2 transport fleet is finished? Hearing this exciting news, the secretary and other deputies hurriedly put on their coats as soon as possible.

Although London is now able to ensure that the Ministry of Rations distributes the food required by the vouchers on time, it is already stretched.

Who works in the Prime Minister's Office, which one is not a human spirit? When I heard that there was a problem with the UK-2 fleet, I thought of it immediately, and this time it is estimated that London will also be unlucky.

In the past, no matter which city had problems, at least London could be protected. Because this is the foundation of the empire, and it is also the face that is most valued above.

But now, when there is chaos elsewhere, London has become an object of exploitation to consider - with less food, London will not be in chaos for the time being.

Because most people can still be guaranteed food and clothing before, there are occasional interruptions once or twice, and everyone maintains the same demeanor as a gentleman.

But! That was before! Now I have just heard that the supply of American aid is going to run out, and I have come across the news that the UK-2 transport fleet is finished - this is an extraordinary time.

Hurry up and buy food and get enough food for your family to eat until next year! That's what everyone in the office really thinks. Some of the male officials had already walked out, and some of the female officials were carrying telephone receivers, as if they were saying something to the men of their family.

"My God...... In this case, what secrets can be kept? Originally, he had come to report to Churchill, but when he saw the scene in front of him, the new director of the British Secret Security Service sighed.

He also heard the roar of the prime minister just now, and of course he also knew what these people were going to do when they asked for leave or left without a word.

These people will go to illegal grain sellers and buy large quantities of grain to stock up on - the reasons will of course be revealed by some people, consciously or unconsciously, and this is a certain thing.

After all, the pound is not worth much now, and ration stamps are about the same as waste paper, so when you want a lot of food, you can only buy it with valuable things.

For example...... A secret! A secret from the Prime Minister's Office! Merchants would be willing to pay some grain in return and then hoard it for a higher price.

The British public's trust in the British government has begun to crumble, and the less food they have, the more people will join the army of food hoarders. Correspondingly, the less food is circulating to the market, and the less food there is, the more people are anxious about the government......

If this continues, trust will eventually collapse, and the people who have lost their basic necessities may be even more destructive than the German Panzer Division!

"Sir!" The deputy, who came with the director of the secret security bureau, shouted in an anxious tone at this time.

The head of the Secret Security Bureau turned his head sideways and saw the anxious look on his deputy's face. Then the bureau chief who came to report on his work smiled bitterly and asked, "What?" Are you also in a hurry to buy food? ”

"There are a lot of people in the bureau...... I don't have much to eat in my hand......" The adjutant held back for a long time, and begged his commander with a red face.

"Go ahead...... We'd better wait and come back......" The director of the Secret Security Bureau shook his head and gave up on his more serious intentions.

Now, even if he was willing to catch those bastards who leaked secrets, there was little he could do to stop this self-depravity in the absence of a living security.

He can catch these people in front of him, and even scold and teach his own subordinates, but he can't stop the next group of people from doing the same thing.

"What?" An old man in an overcoat looked at the young man next to him with a look of surprise: "God forbid, are you saying that the price of food will increase tomorrow?" ”

"Shhhh Be quiet! The young man lowered his British naval hat, looked left and right, and said in a very low voice: "I can't leave, you go and tell my father, let him hurry up and buy food, the more the better!" ”

"Of course! Of course! I'll have to go buy some ...... You can't starve to death. The old gentleman nodded, and walked out with a staggering step.

The young man looked at the old man who had walked away, and hurriedly turned back to the prime minister's office -- he had sneaked out of his absence, and if it really had to be verified, it was estimated that it would be a matter of eight or nine to detain him for espionage.

If he hadn't met his old neighbor halfway, he would have had to walk a long way home, and now it seems that there is a better way, and he can help his neighbor, why not?

Soon, the second person will tell the news to the third person, and the third person will tell the news to the fourth person...... One after another, the price of food in London finally reached a new high.

At the same time as food prices hit a new high, a piece of intelligence from the United Kingdom caught Adrian's attention.

He pinched the message and carefully checked the code words inside, proving the accuracy of the message. This made him very happy, because this information was different from the previous information.

Before, the information obtained by the Führer was sent directly to the Führer - Adrian could not touch or see, and could only receive it passively from the Führer.

Although the information was very important and unusually accurate, Adrian still did not have the experience that an officer engaged in intelligence work should have.

His intelligence services were completely subordinate to the Führer, with very few effective intelligence channels, and almost nothing was known about Britain and the United States other than domestic oversight of officials.

But now it was different, and the German intelligence officers who had been lurking in Britain finally sent back a useful telegram, which represented the birth of a new channel different from that of the "shadow troops".

With the second channel, Adrian didn't have to worry about the lack of corroborating intelligence, and he didn't have to worry about the embarrassment of his work being completely dependent on the Führer.

Because of this, he pinched the message in his hand, and his mood suddenly became very good: "Adjutant! Prepare the car! I'm going to see the Führer......"

Soon, the commander of the "shadow" intelligence service of the Supreme High Command, Adrian, a close confidant of the Führer, rushed to the Chancellery with a piece of intelligence.

Unlike the previous process, this time he did not get a notice to go to the Führer to obtain information, but took a piece of information and went to meet his Führer.

"My Führer! The intelligence officer, codenamed Gray Cat, finally got his first useful piece of information, and here it is. After meeting the Führer, Adrian carefully placed the message in his bag on the table.

"Very good...... You're finally getting results. Li Le nodded with satisfaction and looked at the content of the intelligence message.

The message was simple, except for the code, there was only one message: news from the Prime Minister's Office that the price of grain in Britain would continue to rise.

"Food...... Price increase......" Li Le tapped on the arm of his chair, frowning and thinking about the content of this hard-won information.

It was the first time he had actually analyzed a piece of information, rather than invoking the real "pieces of history" in his own head.

"Let the gray cat not have to worry about other things, carefully keep an eye on the food of the British, and report anything abnormal quickly!" gave Adrian a decent order, and Li Le's mind was still calculating how short Britain was of food.

"Attack immediately? Or wait and see? Li Le, who had no answer in his heart, waved his hand to let Adrian leave, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.