"Marshal, according to the information we have now, everything is moving in the direction you expected, all the initiatives we have mastered, now all that remains is which way we should choose to solve this matter."

Wehrle took off his monocle and said solemnly to Xu Jun, who was now buried in a pile of telegrams and documents.

"There's so much to think about, so many questions to solve. God, my head is getting dizzy from these things. Xu Jun frowned bitterly as he read a telegram he had just received.

Ever since Xu Jun got aboard the captured British heavy cruiser, he had been dealing with all sorts of issues. He had been working for more than twenty hours straight, and his brain had barely stopped for a minute, except for a little rest during meals and baths. Although Hans begged him many times to pay attention to his body and ask him to sleep, he was resolutely refused by Xu Jun each time. He really didn't have much time or heart to rest now, because his plan had reached the most critical stage.

The information that had been accumulated in the previous two days was sent to him in a steady stream, and almost every five minutes a piece of information and piles of reports from some corner of Europe from the "bishop" were delivered to him. Dozens of hours of continuous work had almost exhausted the two poor interpreters and communications staff officers, who had now become the busiest and hardest men on the battleship after Xu Jun.

When he first boarded the ship, Xu Jun spent hours trying to solve the problems that arose after accepting the surrender. The surviving crew members of the destroyers were rescued by the submarine and the lifeboats on the battleship, and Xu Jun prioritized the immediate treatment of those who were wounded, and then arranged food and warm clothing for the others. To be honest, the British prisoners gave Xu Jun a lot of cooperation and help in these matters, of course, this was also to help their own compatriots.

It was not difficult to settle the wounded, but it was not so simple to settle the remaining healthy captured crew. Although these sailors followed their officers to surrender, judging by the reputation of British sailors in the world of navigation, it was really uneasy to keep them by their side. British sailors did not care as much about promise and honor as they claimed, and there were many conquerors who had lost their lives for centuries by the deferential appearance of British captives in war. Running away after being captured or rioting is like a motto, etched into the hearts of these proud men of the sea.

In contrast, the British officers who surrendered were the most reassuring captives in the world, and they were so concerned about their honor that they would turn their noses up at them unless necessary, even if they were given a chance to escape.

Xu Jun's current forces are really limited, only twelve storm commandos and twenty sailors, and these sailors are still non-combatants cobbled together from three submarines. The rest were his men, the large group of senior officers and staff officers, who were not as intimidating the British as the Storm Commandos were to the sailors, except that they could intimidate the British with their uniforms.

According to the situation at the time, Xu Jun, after consulting with Casent, imprisoned the able-bodied sailors in three huge cabins. He temporarily closed all the passages in that area, and arranged for six commandos to guard the entrances and exits, and had food delivered to them, and he sincerely hoped that the British would not make any trouble before they reached Dunkerke. British sailors on key posts remained at those posts, but their movements were monitored by a German sailor who reported to the bridge every ten minutes about what was going on there, at least so far without any problems.

All the work on the navigation of the ships was handed over to the sailing officers who were transferred from the three submarines, and Siegfried. Feng. Admiral Royancram deservedly became the new captain of the Devonshire, for the time being, of course.

The captured British ** officers were placed in the officers' quarters, and Xu Jun did not give them any restrictions except that they could not move around at will. They were guarded by two German army majors, both of whom had been promoted by junior officers on the basis of their military exploits, and Xu Jun believed that they should have enough self-defense ability in front of these naval officers, not to mention that they were all armed.

The officers were placed in the officers' lounge, where the quiet surroundings soothed the broken hearts of the officers, who were guarded by four Stormtroopers in shifts, and who were sure to behave like real gentlemen under the fierce eyes of the SS soldiers.

The three submarines were now towed stern with steel cables, and the German sailors had wasted a great deal of effort to tie the three cables, and now the three ocean-going submarines were being dragged by the heavy cruiser along the coastline of the Netherlands and Belgium at a top speed of twenty knots towards their destination in France.

"Marshal, it's already six o'clock in the evening, do you want to rest and have some dinner?" Hans pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in, looking at Xu Jun with a haggard face.

"Oh, it's six o'clock." Xu Jun looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and then turned his head to look at the haggard staff members sitting beside him, who were also buried in the telegram pile.

"Okay. I see everyone is tired too, let's eat. Xu Jun said to Hans with a smile.

"Okay, Marshal, I'll call the chef to serve the dish right away, and today there is a good veal stew mix, as well as German sausage and fruit tart. I immediately went and asked them to bring it. Hans ran out of the door happily.

"Eh, my waist is about to break, I didn't expect so much information to be backlogged in a few days, just looking at the part I'm responsible for is about to straighten my eyes." Mueller stood up and twisted his aching legs.

"My marshal, what are we going to do next, I see that the meaning of this information is already obvious, and you will be victorious." Dogen put down the report in his hand and said as he massaged his neck.

"The situation on the French front is now serious, it has reached a point where it cannot be delayed any longer, and if we don't solve it in a week, we will lose this war." Haron struggled to stretch his back.

"Alright, sir, we should let the marshal rest, dinner is about to come, and we should not put the papers on the table in order. Today there is veal, veal. Randolph quickly sorted through the papers on his desk, he was doing intelligence analysis and sorting work, so he was easier than everyone else.

"You ......" Dogan seemed to twist his neck all at once, and he clutched his neck and stared viciously at the elated deputy, wondering if he should throw the SS disgrace back at the submarine. But in the next second, Dougan vetoed his plan, and for the honor of the SS, he must not let this fool out of his sight, not for a second.

"Okay, let's not talk about these issues now, let's talk about them later at dinner, and sort these things out first. I'm really hungry right now. After Xu Jun finished speaking, he began to sort out the pile of telegrams in front of him.

"Yes, it's been a long time since I've worked so long, and the last time I did this was when I was preparing for the Battle of Dunkerk." Weirle said with a smile.

At this moment, the door to the conference room was pushed open, and Hans led two orderly soldiers in the dining cart. Two orderlies helped the officers move the papers on the table to the couch to the side, and then brought the steaming food to the conference table. When all the dishes were served, Hans walked over to Xu Jun and sat down.

"Hans, you are also a general, and these things will be arranged by those orderlies in the future." Wehrle picked up the glass in front of him and said to Hans with a smile.

"How can this work, although I am a general, I am still the marshal's adjutant. It is my duty to take care of his diet and daily life until the marshal has appointed his lieutenant of life. Even if I become a general, I can't change that. Hans replied with a smile.

"Looks like I'm really going to be a life lieutenant, and you have more important work to care about, Hans." Xu Jun picked up the napkin and stuffed it into the neckline.

"Got it, marshal." Hans nodded respectfully in reply, clever enough not to ask what the more important job Xu Jun was talking about.

"Well, everyone has worked hard for this matter. Let's start eating. ”

Xu Jun took a sip of the wine glass, and then picked up the knife and fork to eliminate the delicious food in front of him. It seemed that everyone was hungry, but no one said a word before they eliminated the German intestines and veal, and everyone was working hard. It was only when they began to destroy the giant fruit pie that Werler opened up the conversation.

"My marshal." Weller picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth with satisfaction, as the officer with the smallest appetite among Xu Jun's subordinates, this chief of staff has already performed extraordinarily today.

"My marshal, according to what the intelligence says, that man has been completely confused by you. No, it should be said, he's going crazy with you. Now he was so suspicious that even his once most trusted lieutenant was not allowed to come near his bedroom at night. He removed his entire guard and all the civilian personnel who had been in contact with you. I now feel more and more that this man is slowly losing the qualifications necessary for him to be the head of a powerful country. ”

"Yes, what strikes me incredible is that he has not yet reached the French front. According to the information, he is still struggling near Metz. At his rate, it would take at least three days to reach Lille. This was the result of his distrust of anyone, and he did not dare to take his special plane for safety, and he actually rushed to France from the "cliff castle" in a car. What a big joke, hahahaha. Mueller laughed loudly, if two months ago, the name of the person he was laughing at now would have scared him out of a cold sweat.

"What else was he doing with radio silence, and now he had completely lost contact with him in Berlin, and all the Nazi leaders, including Dr. Goebbels, did not know what was happening, and apparently did not tell any of his comrades about it. He would have paid a heavy price for his suspicion. Dougan put down his knife and fork and said seriously.

"Your deception operation has been very successful, the destroyer had docked in the port of Kiel the day before yesterday, your guards and those officers are completing their mission strictly according to plan, disguised as your officers have secretly appeared in three places, and I believe that all the German people will now know that you are in that team, and you are marching towards Berlin in a big way. And we also reported the situation here to the Navy Command, and according to your intentions, we deliberately informed the Navy Department of your news on this battleship. That man now doesn't know which side is the real you, and in his current state, he's sure to be he's deciding whether to return to Berlin or to continue his march to the front headquarters. Haron continued.

"That's true, that's what I want. He can't use any of his information now, so we'll wait until we get ashore and contact all the army generals to discuss how to end this farce. We have a lot of work ahead of us. I have just received information that the scum of the logistics department has been cleared by my men using Heydrich's hands, and now there is no one to stop us from sending the supplies that are urgently needed at the front to the French front. It is believed that in two days, those supplies will be distributed to the various army groups. Within a week, the German Army will regain its full combat effectiveness. Xu Jun said with a smile.

"Really? Marshal, this is really great, as long as those supplies are delivered, no one will be able to stop us from moving forward. I'm sure those generals and marshals will jump for joy. We could completely destroy the Weygand Line in a week, no, three days, and then go straight to Paris. Haron's face was full of excitement.

"Yes, the German Army will not disappoint you, Your Excellency Marshal."

Weierle raised his glass to Xu Jun.

"Tomorrow morning, we will set foot again on the land of Dunkelke, where your legion is waiting for you. I'm sure in a week's time, you'll be the whole of Germany, then the whole of France, the whole of Europe, the whole world. My marshal. ”

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