The Allied forces were gathering more and more troops and ships in North Africa, and the bombing of Sicily was becoming more and more intense, and bombers flew to Sicily in almost five to six batches a day, bombing the island's facilities around the clock, mainly bombing the island's ten airfields.

This forced the German and Italian fighters to retreat to Sardinia or the high-altitude bombing of the American B17 in southern Italy, which was somewhat frustrating, although the high-altitude bombing accuracy was not high, but the bombing of the airport was fatal, because the fighters were very fragile, as long as they were hit by shrapnel or fragments, they might not be able to take off, scrap or even explode on the spot.

The bombing lasted for two weeks, and the vast majority of German and Italian officers and soldiers took it for granted that the Allied target was Sicily.

However, what the British intelligence officers wanted was to make everyone believe that the Allied target was Sicily, and then turn things around, so that the German and Italian armies would think that they had been deceived and hurriedly changed their strategy, and they did not know that they were really fooled at this time.

One of the most important aspects of this is how to turn things around without leaving a trace.

In the second week of the bombardment, British intelligence officers launched their long-brewing "minced meat plan".

A British submarine, the Seraphim, sailed quietly from the Scottish port of Grylock, late at night, and their movements were unknown, and even the Fox Command thought that the submarine was moored in the harbor.

The submarine is on a highly classified mission, but the crew of the submarine includes Captain Bill Brown. Jewell Shaoxiao: The name of the captain who actually carried out this mission) didn't know what the purpose of this mission was, they only knew that the mission was to throw a corpse at a designated place within a specified time.

Harbor Greloch is about 1,500 monkeys from its destination, and the Seraphim travels for a long 10 days, during which the submarine is always in radio silence. At this moment, they finally reached their destination.

In the submarine, the cautious captain Jewell checked the information and conditions after a few moments:

"Time!"

"Five o'clock in the morning!"

"Coordinates!"

“3522，1017！”

"Wind!"

"Wind level three!"

After thinking about it, Jewell ordered the young type: "Float up!" ”

Then, the submarine slowly surfaced like a ghost.

The hatch opened, and Jewell stepped forward to examine the gray sky around him with his binoculars, and retracted his head when he was sure that no one had noticed them.

Then a group of soldiers climbed out and hoisted an aluminum drum from the cabin and lifted it to the deck, where the aluminum drum was filled with dry ice, and the barrel was sealed to keep the body from **.

The soldiers, on the orders of Major Jewell, opened the aluminum head, lifted out a corpse with a major hanging rank from it, and fastened a leather briefcase to the corpse.

When they were ready, the soldiers looked at Major Jewell and waited for his orders.

Major Jewell nodded, and two of the soldiers lifted the corpse one after the other, holding it on the chair like a thousand autumns, and then threw the corpse into the sea as soon as he let go.

Major Jewell and the soldiers immediately returned to the submarine and dived, but instead of leaving immediately, they followed and observed the corpse with their periscopes until they confirmed that the rough waves had pushed the corpse towards the coastline not far away and undulated with the nucleus.

"What are they doing here?" Before leaving, the staff officer couldn't help but ask.

Major Jewell swayed: "You don't need to know anything, you just need to do what you are told!" ”

"Yes, Major!" The staff officer replied.

The submarine had one last mission, which was to fire a torpedo into the distance and detonate it, but the task was obviously much simpler than what had just been done, and a muffled sound came from the monkey.

But because it was not far from the sea, the fishermen on the shore of Juzong faintly heard an explosion, but because it was too far away and the sky was too dark, they were not sure what caused the explosion in the monkey.

Soon it was dawning, and not far from Huelva, in Punta Umbriahan, a man named Antonio. Ray. The fishermen in Mariel prepared their fishing boats to go out to sea as usual, and before the fishing boat had gone far, they saw a corpse floating in the waves not far away.

Halfway through, the Spanish Fox office in Huelva received a phone call claiming that the body of a British ** man had been found.

The Fox Office immediately sent people to the beach, and they confirmed that it was a major of the Fox Marine Corps from the rank.

In accordance with customary practice, the staff of the office immediately searched the clothes and purse of the corpse, and preliminarily determined that the deceased was William Martin, a staff officer of the British Joint Planning Command and Captain Royal Fox (acting major), code name 09560. In his jacket pocket was an overdraft note from the bank and a demand letter from Lloyds Bank. Major Martin appears to have just gotten engaged, carrying with him a bill for an engagement ring on credit from Phipps, an international jeweller on Bond Street. Two of the love letters have been soaked in seawater, but the words "Love you Nissa" can still be seen in the signature.

"It's a fool!" Garcia from the office said to his assistant after questioning the fishermen: "They said that they heard an explosion before this, and it must have been that the plane fell on the monkey, and this unlucky guy did not escape!" ”

"What are we going to do with it?" The assistant asked.

Without thinking about it, Garcia replied: "You transport the body to the morgue in the cemetery, and I contact the British consulate!" ”

"Okay!" The assistant nodded, and casually handed the leather briefcase carried by the corpse to Garcia.

There were no cell phones in those days, so it was already twenty minutes later when Garcia called the British consulate.

The British Consulate's response to the call was: "Yes, we do have a plane nearby, I'll be there soon, I can't open the briefcase anyway, it's not personal belongings, it's British property!" ”

"No problem!" Garcia replied: "We are not interested in this!" ”

The British Consulate was a few dozen kilometers away from Huelva, and the road conditions in this order were not good, but the people sent by the British Consulate still rushed to the Fox office within a diagonal distance and accepted the briefcase.

The British personnel carefully checked the status of the briefcase and the documents inside when accepting it, and they thought that the briefcase had not been opened, so they thanked the office staff and left in a hurry.

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