In the middle of the night, the sea shimmering with moonlight was silent. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoOn the northernmost cliff of Sood Island, a lone soldier paced back and forth with a rifle on his back, sometimes looking into the distance and sometimes looking close. He wore an unconventional woollen hat and a thick scarf that wrapped his neck and face tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes on the outside, and judging by his bloated figure, he should have worn a multi-layered shirt and sweater underneath his military coat.

In this icy cold weather, the British soldiers on duty apparently did not notice that a submarine with a low silhouette, like a floating whale, was quietly circling the northwest corner of Sood Island in the coastal waters a few thousand meters away. The shoreline resembles a cake dug with a fork, the steep cliffs are folded, and the reefs below the cliffs are the least likely to be chosen by the enemy as a landing site. The cunning submarine did not dock, it drove about two kilometers south close to the shoreline, then turned off its engines and let the submarine float silently on the surface. The crew untied the shackles to the deck and unfurled two unpowered inflatable kayaks, and a dozen men in Royal Marine Corps uniforms boarded the kayaks with weapons and ropes and paddled to the shore a hundred meters away with wooden oars. After that, the submarine quietly left the sea in the darkness of the night, and these mysterious creatures quickly approached the shore, released the kayak and hid it in the crevice of the cliff, and then climbed the cliff with the help of ropes.

It was only two or three kilometers in a straight line from the landing site to Sandwich Harbor, and the most direct path was an open depression between two mountain beams, and the natural ravines in the depression provided excellent cover for the whereabouts of these men, and their movements were so silent that the British guard posts on the heights did not detect anything unusual at all. Halfway to Sandwich, they stumbled upon a well-camouflaged British artillery position, and several large-caliber guns could be faintly seen, presumably dismantled from the stranded and sunken "Africa" or other British battleships. Due to the fact that the British had placed a number of posts around the artillery positions, these men did not dare to approach rashly, but continued to rush to Sandwich.

After more than half an hour's trek, a group of more than a dozen people successfully approached Sandwich's British position, crawled through the last distance before the position, quickly patted off the dust on their bodies, and pretended to walk among the trenches. Work in groups of three or two, quietly disperse.

One of the groups of people had just walked more than ten meters when they met a tall young man who was alone in a secluded place.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, the "infiltrator" wearing the uniform of a British non-commissioned officer stepped forward and asked: "Who is it?" Password! ”

The tall young man, who was neither belted nor carrying a firearm, gathered his fellow in a panic and replied in a Scottish accent: "I am Private Foday Brooke of the 3rd Company of the Camp of Foss, and the command is God Bless Britain." ”

(Camp Foss?) It should be a Scottish unit, it sounds like there are at least two battalions of troops here)

"Non-commissioned officer" thought as he put away his questioning tone and said in a much softened tone, "Didn't your commander tell you that it was unhygienic to defecate everywhere in the trenches?" ”

The tall young man laughed and said, "I'm sorry, sir, it's too cold outside...... Sir, there will be no next time. ”

The "non-commissioned officer" snorted, looked left and right, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a cigarette, and paused on the cigarette case: "Is there a match?" ”

The tall young man took out a box of matches from his pocket and covered his hands to light them.

The "non-commissioned officer" took a puff of cigarette and deliberately showed a pleasant expression: "The weather here is indeed bad, but no matter how cold it is, it is better than staying in the trenches on the French front, whenever it rains, the trenches will be full of muddy water, and it is simply an unrealistic luxury to keep them dry." ”

Seeing that the "non-commissioned officer" was chatting in a very casual tone, and the soldier with the Enfield rifle behind him also looked calm, and the tall young man looked completely unsuspecting, he said: "I am from Livingston, a town very close to Edinburgh, where the winter is not so cold. Listen to the Chief's accent as if he was Welsh? ”

"Yes, Sirdikin, Wales." The non-commissioned officer replied quickly.

The tall young man stretched his eyebrows and grinned happily: "Ah, Sirdikin, I've been there, it's a very beautiful seaside town. There's a white church, right? What's its name? ”

A hint of embarrassment appeared on the face of the "non-commissioned officer", holding a cigarette in his right hand, and his left hand quietly turned behind him, holding the hilt of the knife, ready to draw a sharp dagger at any moment, and the soldier who followed him took a seemingly natural step forward.

The scythe of the god of death shimmered coldly, but the tall young man did not perceive the killing intent around him. At this moment, a voice was heard not far away.

"Foday, Foday? How does it take so long to pee? Was it captured by the Germans? ”

The tall young man turned his head and replied, "Hey, I'm talking to a non-commissioned officer from Sirdikin!" Come here! ”

The expressions of the two people beside him immediately became very unnatural, and they exchanged glances, deciding to brake quietly and see the situation first.

Out of the darkness came a handsome, moderately built private, who had not yet reached his companion when he smelled tobacco in the air.

"Hmm...... This should be an authentic British cigarette, a three-to-five cigarette of Imperial Tobacco? ”

"It's a hound's nose." The tall young man handed the half-smoked cigarette to his companion, who took the cigarette without hesitation, took a puff, and praised: "Sure enough, it is a three-five cigarette, with the fragrance of rolling paper, which is rare on the market in the past two months." It is said that at the end of September, a cargo ship carrying dozens of tons of fine tobacco was sunk by a German submarine, and it is irritating to think that these fanatical Germans are like crazy beasts. ”

The attention of the two British soldiers was on the cigarette, and they did not notice the cunning flashing in the eyes of the "non-commissioned officer" at all.

"It's not just cigarettes, there's a shortage of everything in Britain right now. In order to survive this difficult war, we had to concentrate our limited resources on military production, but even then the number of bullets and shells was pitiful. "Non-commissioned officer" said.

"Not really! I heard that more than half of the ammunition in the inventory of the British Royal Marines is concentrated on Sood Island, how much can this be? I think it's only two or three thousand tons at most, enough for a few weeks? To expect us to fight a good Rouen-style battle here is an overstatement. The tall young man muttered dissatisfiedly. This should be a topic of discussion among the soldiers in private, and the experienced soldiers know what to say in front of the officers and what not to say in front of the officers.

Private 1st Class hurriedly interrupted: "Don't talk nonsense, Foday, there are some things that we can't think about, let's just do our own thing." ”

"That's right, ammunition is a matter for the quartermasters, and we're just going to fight." The "non-commissioned officer" replied vaguely, "As long as our ammunition depot is not wiped out by the German warships." ”

The tall young man said bluntly: "That shouldn't be possible!" As soon as the battle began, the German warships would have fired at the artillery positions in the harbor, on the beach, or on high ground, and even if the occasional shell landed in the open area, it was unlikely that it would blow up the ammunition stored in the ravine. ”

(Hidden in a ravine?) Not a bad idea. On weekdays, it is covered with an earthy yellow cloth, and it is not visible from the air at all, but it is easy to find it during the battle by following the miscellaneous servants who carry ammunition. ）

The private of the first class interrupted again: "The chief is from Sirdikin?" That's a pretty nice place. My mother was also Welsh, Denbyshire, Wales. ”

"Oh, these two places are not far apart." The "non-commissioned officer" replied unhurriedly, and then subtly changed the subject: "Dengbi County?" One of the German soldiers we captured on the island said that his maternal grandmother was a native of Dengbyshire, and that he had spent three years in England as a child. ”

"Oh?" The first class's eyes widened suddenly, and he was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

The tall young man asked curiously, "Are those guys still being held in Foam Muin?" Or have you already been escorted to England? ”

(It seems that these brothers are still alive, Foamin is in the middle of Sood Island, hopefully our fleet will not shell there, and if they have already been sent to England, they will have to stay in the British prisoner of war camp until the end of the war)

"Do you think we have time to deal with them now?" The "non-commissioned officer" replied ambiguously. In the time of this cigarette, he had already extracted some useful information from the two British soldiers in front of him, and if he continued to talk, he might reveal his feet, so he said goodbye to them on the pretext of patrolling, and quietly observed the British army's trench system along the way, silently noting down various details.

At about the same time, two German submarines carrying commandos quietly approached the island of Little Dimen, west of Sood Island. It is 12 kilometers away from Sandwich Port, is an area of only 1 square kilometer of the island, shaped like an irregular zongzi, the terrain rises rapidly from all sides to the middle of the island, the elevation of the high point reaches more than 400 meters, and there are only a few beaches scattered on the whole island, behind the beach is a steep sea cliff, which is neither suitable for ships to dock, nor suitable for people to live for a long time.

At first, when the Germans fully occupied the Faroe Islands, due to the shortage of troops, they only stationed combat units or guard observation teams on the slightly larger islands, while when the British Navy occupied Mulberry Island and Sood Island, it sent troops to land on five small islands around the two large islands.

The more than 30 German commandos who approached the island of Little Dimen in a submarine docked on the north side of the island in four kayaks, climbed the sea cliff with the help of ropes, and then headed along the steep northern slope to the highest point of the island. Judging from the previous aerial reconnaissance intelligence, the British soldiers stationed on the island should be no more than 20 people, and there are no heavy weapons such as artillery, so they cannot pose a direct threat to the German ships approaching this sea area, but the hilltop has a wide field of vision, which can carry out vigilance and lookout on the surrounding waters and islands, and guide the British artillery to attack German ships in battle.

(End of chapter)