81_81266While the British Navy was tragically passing from the port, an officer of the German Navy stood proudly at the gate of the French Navy's port.

He was carrying a bag in one hand, a French cigarette in the other, and a French car parked behind him. Germany's car production is now staggeringly large, but it still can't meet the country's almost bottomless demand. The military needs hundreds of thousands of cars, and the civilian population needs nearly one million. Therefore, although Mercedes-Benz Automobile Company has become the world's largest automobile production company under the integration of White Orchid Group, it is still unable to let all the German people drive the cars produced by Mercedes-Benz Automobile Company.

BMW's current production capacity is now almost entirely converted to engine production, supplying hundreds of engines and spare parts for cars, tanks and aircraft. Although the German mechanized blitzkrieg achieved amazing results on the front line, the amount of work required to maintain the operation of these troops was incomparably greater, the production of spare parts, the transportation and distribution of fuel, the replenishment of personnel, and the training of the Germans, that is, the strict Germans, and if they were replaced by other countries, Accardo had no doubt that these newly born logistics links alone could bring some countries to collapse.

The officer handed his ID to the French officer on duty at the door, smiled at the complicated eyes of the other party, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on the boot and stepped on it. Then he pointed to the outpost on the side, and asked with a smile, "Can I go in and wait?" Although this place has not yet been handed over to the German Navy, at least it should give me the hospitality I deserve?"

He spoke French, not slowly, apparently with painstaking study. Compared to Wren's stumbling half-baked French, it's more than a star and a half. However, the other party apparently did not take a liking to him because of his French.

The French officer on duty didn't answer him, but walked back to the sentry box and picked up the phone, said something to the other side, and then put down the phone and walked out of the sentry box, reluctantly waving his hand to signal the sentries on both sides to open the barricade and let him go.

The German ** officer didn't care, and after taking his documents, he smiled and touched the hood of the big-brimmed hat with his hand, nodded in greeting, and then retreated to his car, threw the important Wen Jiàn bag to the back seat, and got into the co-pilot seat of the car.

The German ensign, who was the driver, saw his commander get into the car, ignited the engine, pressed the clutch lightly to put it into gear, and the French car moved slowly forward, drove past the checkpoint at an unfast speed, and drove towards the military office building in the French port.

The car stopped in front of the building, and the officer motioned for his driver to wait in the car, then took out his bag and climbed the wide steps in front of him. The French guards on both sides had obviously been told, and there were much more rules than the sentry post, and when they saw the German ** officer ascending the steps, they immediately stood up and saluted.

The ** officer was obviously satisfied with the French soldier's upright salute, smiled and nodded, climbed the stairs, and got into the headquarters of the French Navy. After passing through the corridors and looking at several operational headquarters and conference rooms of the French Navy as if visiting, the officer, accompanied by General Darlan's secretary, arrived at General Darlan's office.

"Good afternoon, General Darrang. The German ** officer didn't seem to be very restrained, and before Dar Lang could speak, he said hello to himself and then sat down on the sofa for the guests, casually threw the Wen Jiàn bag he brought on the coffee table, and ordered the sexy French secretary casually: "I have something to discuss with General Dar Lang, can you pour us a cup of coffee?"

"Go ahead. Remember to knock on the door when you come in. Darlan glanced at the secretary girl, who was a little overwhelmed, and said, "I'm still the same, don't want sugar cubes." I don't know what special needs this German guest has. ”

"I'm a good talker, as long as it's coffee poured by a beautiful woman, it's okay, any taste. The ** official said with a smile, and after seeing the beautiful secretary out of the office, he reached out and opened the briefcase, took out the Wen Jiàn inside and put it on the coffee table.

As his movements were finished, the whole person became stern, the smile on his face was gone, and the momentum on his body became stronger: "Since the general is also in a hurry and wants to know the purpose of my visit this time, then I won't go around in circles - let's start now?"

"Well, I admire the German people because of their meticulous work. Darlan nodded and said, "Then let's talk about business first, and then we'll talk about it." ”

"We have a very important intelligence officer in the UK, and this person has provided us with a lot of important information, and you will probably be familiar with this. The official pointed to the text on the coffee table.

"Poison?" Darlang asked, frowning.

"Yes, poison!" Officer De nodded: "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have asked me to come and deliver it in person." ”

Dar Lang stood up, walked to the coffee table, bent down to pick up the texts, and looked at them solemnly. If the information provided by the Germans was true and false, and this information was both true and false, and there were important and minor information, then this information from the "poison", even if it was false, was enough for him to see it personally.

"In other words, the British Navy has already begun operations against my French fleet when it goes to sea today?" asked Darlan, frowning.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have intelligence analysis privileges at my level. The ** official waved his hand and said: "I'm just because of my special identity, I can ensure that this document can be sent here confidentially, please leave with this article after you have seen it." ”

He paused, looked at Darlan, who had a heavy look on his face, and continued: "And after you have read this text, I will take it with me myself, and these papers cannot be taken out of my sight until I send them back to Berlin, or I die." ”

"It seems that 'poison' is really being taken seriously. Darlang said with a sigh.

"The Führer once said to my father that every intelligence officer is the greatest hero of the Empire, and although they are destined to be nameless, they are worthy of every German man risking his life to protect. The officer said with a smile.

Darlang was stunned for a moment, then nodded in admiration: "Your Führer said well, it seems that we have not been unjustly defeated." You mentioned your father, it seems that your family background must be extraordinary, can you ask, who is your father?"

"There's nothing to keep secret, if you want to look it up, you can probably know the results tomorrow. The ** officer said disapprerovitically: "I'm just a nobody in the Intelligence Department of the Supreme Command of the Empire, you must know my father, his name is Gascoll." ”

"Jingle bell, jingle bell. Darlan rang the electric bell on the table, and his lieutenant and secretary walked in when they heard the bell. The secretary also carried a tray with two cups of coffee and a coffee pot on it.

"Immediately sound the battle alarm, all personnel return to their posts, port air defense weapons must be on alert, and all caliber guns on the battleship must be stocked!" Darlan did not shy away from anything, and issued a combat order in front of little Gascol: "Keep the power system of the warship running, I want to see who dares to move my fleet!"

"General, German...... Are you going to do it?" Darlang's adjutant asked with a glance at the German ** officer sitting on the sofa.

"It's not the Germans...... Darlan was in a complicated mood, and he sighed again before he said in a complicated mood: "This time it may be that the British bastards are going to attack." ”

In the shocked eyes of the adjutant and the secretary, Gascol's son put away the Wen Jiàn on the coffee table, and after making sure that these Wen Jiàn were not left, he slowly got up with the Wen Jiàn bag and walked to the door of the office: "Then I won't bother, the German Navy will take action later, it depends on how the French Navy responds this time." By the way - your secretary is such a beauty. ”

"Mansha, get this officer in the car, he tells you to come back when you come back, you come back here to report for duty. Darlan ordered his secretary.

"Yes, General. The female secretary who had already secretly sent Qiu Bo to the handsome German ** official immediately nodded and said, put down the plate of coffee in her hand and followed the German ** official out of the office, leaving the busy Dar Lang and the adjutant.

"General, just let Mansa follow that German bastard?" Darlan's adjutant asked with a frown when there were only two people left in the room.

"Now that I am forced by the form, what can I do?" Dar Lang had sighed countless times today, and said helplessly: "The information sent by the Germans this time is very important, and I dare not treat it as a fake no matter what." Instead of being passive at that time, it is better to put on a posture now - whoever you are a little brother is a little brother, just to choose a backer. ”

Gascoll's son got into the car with the French female secretary in his arms, and when he got on and off in the back row, the car had already driven out of the French port, and when he was waiting at the sentry, it was surprising that the German ** officer who was still rubbing oil just now let the French female secretary get out of the car by himself.

In the shocked eyes of the female secretary, the car drove out of the checkpoint and merged into the convoy escorting the car - 4 French cars opened the road, and 2 trucks full of soldiers followed.

Just off the coast of France, the British fleet was in battle formation, and this time they were going to kill the French navy in one fell swoop, and the Germans had no idea of annexing the French fleet.

And not far away, above the sea, another huge naval fleet quietly arrived, in response to the old Chinese saying: the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch follows