The weather in the North Sea gradually deteriorated in winter, and two winter storms formed in quick January, causing storm surges that hit parts of the coasts of the Netherlands and Denmark. Because the war on the Western Front ended too quickly, the maintenance and management of coastal embankments and water conservancy facilities were not interrupted, and the local government organized timely rescue, so the losses of coastal villages were not very serious, and the disaster was successfully controlled within the acceptable range of the people.

Even parts of the German armed forces in the Netherlands and Denmark were involved in rescue operations along the coast, and with the exception of the German Army and a small number of SS troops stationed at military installations, most of them were logistics engineering units of the Luftwaffe and Navy.

At present, European countries are building a series of permanent airfields and large radar stations along the Atlantic coast, that is, the western wall of the European air defense network. Several countries have tentatively agreed to set up the "North Atlantic Air Defense Command Center" in Luxembourg, and this country is in a rather flattering position, and the major powers are quite satisfied.

The climate in the North Sea in winter will have a certain impact on the project, and since November last year, construction machinery and technicians have been urgently transferred to the eastern front, and now most of the military projects in the Netherlands and Denmark have fallen into a state of semi-stoppage.

Vaíos is a modest Danish town with a permanent population of less than 500, most of whom depend on inshore fishing. The centre of town is less than two kilometres from the coast, and the houses of the closest families to the sea are almost all right next to the beach.

The beach is so good that it turns into a summer resort for swimming, mainly from the city of Esbjerg, 20 kilometres away.

It's winter, and the once tourist-filled beach is now empty, save for rows of small fishing boats, which sit on the ground to dry their bottoms.

It was a sunny day, and just after eleven o'clock, Nelbert left the house on his seventy percent new Dolphin bicycle. In a rattan basket on the back rack of his bicycle is his lunch, an elaborate egg and ham sandwich and coffee in a small hot water bottle.

Nilbert has a steady job as a first-class clerk in the city's water board, and January or two is the busiest time in the bureau, but his wife is about to give birth in a few days, and he has asked his superiors for three weeks of paid leave. Nilbert is very popular in the unit, and the director is a well-known good man, so the fake note was passed smoothly.

The weather forecast shows that the weather will be good for the next few days, and yesterday his wife nagged him for half the night, hoping that he would take advantage of the time to go to his parents' house to bring back his father-in-law's repaired stroller.

Nilbert's father-in-law was an old postman, and after his retirement, he lived in an old house by the sea, and often went fishing in an eight-metre dhow. When he went to his son-in-law's house for dinner last week, he found that the stroller at home had fallen off, so he volunteered to take it back for repair. The other day, I asked the postman to carry a letter saying that the car had been repaired and that Nelbert would pick it up when he had time.

The outside temperature was only two degrees Celsius, and the sun was finally warm, so Nilbert lifted up the woolen scarf that covered his mouth and nose, stepped on the pedals with his legs, and climbed the bike up the dirt road.

From the top of the slope you can see the coastline, and from here to the beach is a low, dense bush with wooden houses of all sizes dotted among these yellow bushes.

Nilbert let go of the handbrake and went straight down the slope against the cold wind. A kilometer away was not too far, and Nilbert soon came to his father-in-law's house. Leaning his bike against the fence at the edge of the yard, Nelbert removed the rattan basket and walked along the path next to the house towards the beach not far away.

He had already planned to get the stroller back in a hurry, he wanted to sit on the beach, take in the scenery, bask in the sun, and enjoy a rare winter picnic by the way, as he loved to do when he was younger.

The sand of the beach is fine, mixed with small shells, which take on a strange grayish-white color in the sun. With the North Sea in front of us, the situation on the side of Vaíus is not bad, but it is said that some places to the north, especially the estuaries of the Tamsui River, have experienced severe freezing.

Mr. Nelbert sat down at a sideways dinghy that shielded him from the side breeze, which had been on the beach since last month after the government spotted runaway drifting mines in the nearby sea.

The Danish Navy had laid a large minefield near Esbjerg, where at least 200 mines had been thrown, and a certain officer of the Navy had burned the map of the minefield before surrendering, with the result that even Denmark's own minesweepers were now suffering from this minefield. German and Danish minesweepers had been busy for half a year, and as a result, only 60 mines had been swept out of this sea area, which meant that more than half of the mines were missing.

The discovered drift mine has been confirmed to belong to the Royal Danish Navy, and the anchor chain was torn off by the strong currents of the North Sea, and before it was discovered, God knows how many times it had circled the North Sea with the currents. Therefore, until the government reissues the permit, this section of coastline is not allowed to go into the sea, otherwise it will only be considered as deserving of death.

The weather was also not suitable for sailing during this time, and there were so many things around last year that few fishermen disputed it. The whole of Denmark was dealing with a food crisis, with a severe shortage of feed, a large number of livestock being slaughtered early, and the livestock industry, which is the basis of agriculture, almost collapsing. If it weren't for the early end of the war, the government imported a large amount of rations from the United States in time, and people would have starved to death this winter.

Now that the crisis has passed, and everyone seems to have forgotten the days of fearful and searching for food, Nelbert has returned to eating sandwiches with eggs and ham.

The boat had been on the shore for more than a month, but the planks still smelled of sea water and fish, but for Nilbert, who had grown up by the sea, this did not affect his appetite.

Unfastening the rattan basket and lifting the lid, the water board clerk took out a piece of plaid cloth from the basket and spread it beside him, then took out a wooden lunch box, and placed the sandwiches neatly stacked inside the box.

Nilbert took a porcelain plate and placed it on the tartan cloth, then carefully twisted a sandwich and placed it on the plate.

After doing these things, the clerk raised his eyes and looked around, wondering in his heart that there was no one on the beach with such a good sun. Apparently on his own, Gilbert took out the small iron-clad thermos bottle, unscrewed the aluminum lid that could be used as a cup, pulled out the cork on the bottle, and poured himself a lid of steaming coffee.

After blowing the hot air, the water board clerk put the cup to his mouth and enjoyed the fragrant smell before drinking.

Just as he was about to start this long-awaited picnic, there was a sudden hum of an airplane engine in his ears.

Nilbert knew that it was the sound of airplanes, because there was a German military airfield nearby, which had been built after the end of the war, and there were five or six hundred German soldiers stationed. On weekends, these German soldiers would go to the town's shops to buy groceries or have fun in the town's taverns.

However, the Germans were polite and well-behaved, and did not disturb the lives of the locals. The arrival of these Germans also brought some extra income to the residents, who often sold them fresh fish and homemade food.

The humming was rapidly approaching, sounding like a swarm of bees flying in a summer field, and Nilbert was sure it was more than just an airplane.

The clerk stood up with his coffee and looked up at the eastern sky. Sure enough, just as he had judged before, a line of neatly arranged shadows appeared in his field of vision.

These planes flew at a very low altitude, flying at the forefront were two fighters, Nilbert did not understand the model of the aircraft, but it was estimated that it should be the BF109 of the Germans.

Two fighter planes whizzed side by side over the beach, only fifty or sixty meters high, and they flew along the beach at high speed towards the north. Nelbert stared dumbfounded at the distant fighter jet, he had never admired such a war machine at such a close distance.

But before the Danes could come to their senses, a loud roar sounded behind his head, and then a large shadow fell on the beach, and the clerk of the water board hurriedly raised his head, only to see a huge tail flicker.

Nilbert swore it was the largest and most beautiful plane he had ever seen in his life, though all he saw was a silhouette from the back.

The plane was painted white throughout, with four engines under the wings, a red identification band painted around the fuselage behind the fuselage, and a badge painted on the towering vertical tail. Nilbert didn't know what the pattern was, it looked like some sort of heraldic or army emblem.

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