"I heard that this guy in order to oppose the Führer, he actually canceled the urgent needs to be shipped to the country, and a whole 4,000 tons of Norwegian iron ore were piled up on the port freighter, and General Kleist's personal presence failed to solve the problem, and I heard that the admiral's face was green. An officer at the reception desk of SS intelligence and two SS ladies quipped, after all, not everyone was at war all the time, at least Berlin lacked the atmosphere of war.

Sitting in her seat, the lady who had just taken out a stack of letters from the complaint mailbox was holding a cup of coffee with a sweet smile on her face. While watching the handsome and tall pure-blood Aryan officer teasing her in front of her, she boredly flipped through these daily complaint letters.

For example, if someone reports that some officials are corrupt and bribery, these cases are usually referred to the investigation department for verification, and they want to grasp the stain and private life of each official, so as to achieve the goal of helping the Führer control the entire bureaucracy. No one is invulnerable, at least not in this sector, and the only reason why they can get away with it is simply because these people are still useful to the Führer.

"The Minister of Health and Health seized 400 kilograms of spur and sold it to private hospitals and some addicts for a profit......" The SS officer, who was accustomed to seeing everything, tore up the first letter of accusation, and she just threw it in the corresponding sorting basket so that it could be picked up on time for a while.

"Colonel Gowigo of the quartermaster department took the favor and procured a batch of substandard quartermaster bedding. These things are now in the French barracks, ready to be used as investigative evidence. With a flick of her white fingers, she dropped the letter into the basket where it belonged.

"Whistleblow, Linus Sebastian is a Soviet spy! He also provided information on the Reich to Britain and the United States, as evidenced by the following......" When she saw the third letter, the lady's eyes widened visibly, and the word spy was quite sensitive during the war, so when she saw this word, she had to be vigilant and careful.

"Linus, Sebastian...... Who is it?" the lady officer pressed the letter under his palm, and turned his head sideways to ask his colleague, another lady officer. Before her words could land, the sentence was picked up by a voice behind her: "He's not someone you can reach, what happened?"

"Sir!" said everybody, for it was the highest SS commander who happened to be passing by, General Reinhardt Heydrich. This man is synonymous with horror in Germany, and no one wants to casually mention this ominous guy who is no different from death.

"Show me ......," Reinhardt said, holding out his hand, to the lady who had seen the letter. Without the slightest hesitation, the lady officer hurriedly handed the letter in her hand to the immediate boss of her own boss.

"Huh. Reinhardt seemed to be in a very good mood after reading the letter, and he walked to his office with the letter behind his back, humming softly a song from his hometown as he went. There weren't many things that could make him so happy at this time, so he decided to take advantage of the joyful feeling.

Of course he knew Linus Sebastian, as Accardo's arm in dealing with dark matters, and Reinhardt certainly knew what kind of status this man had in Germany. Of course, he didn't believe what was said in this letter, but at the critical juncture when there was a series of problems in steel, the appearance of such a letter is very indicative of some problems.

Yuan wanted to take this terrible economic monster with a knife, and as soon as he made a move, he directly avoided the area that the other party was best at. Reinhardt knew of course that this was a signal to get their SS hands on the move, and an opportunity for his SS to make a difference.

"Let the people of Section 1 put aside their work and focus on investigating this matter for me!" Back in his office, Reinhardt Heydrich called his henchmen and began to give orders to himself. He knew that this was a task given to him by the Führer, so he refused to delay a minute.

Then he suddenly remembered something, and then stopped the henchman who was about to leave the office, and added: "Compile a report on the contents of this letter and submit it to the Führer and Army Intelligence." Since it is a major espionage case, we should report it to other relevant departments in line with the principle of cooperation. ”

"Yes, sir!" the henchman immediately understood Gascoll's intention to pull Army Intelligence into the water, saluted, and exited Reinhardt's office. After the door was closed for a long time, the corners of Reinhardt's mouth suddenly rose again: "This is just the beginning...... It seems that we will all have to be busy for some time to come. ”

......

Meanwhile, on the deck of an aircraft carrier in the Pacific Ocean, a row of Japanese pilots with strips of white cloth tied to their heads raised their glasses filled with sake in front of them, in the scorching sea breeze. In front of them stood photographers taking pictures, as well as officers from their units.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time, we are just like in training, we will form a simple formation in the air after takeoff, and there are no difficult technical requirements. The leader pressed his palm on the hilt of the command knife at his waist, and stated to his men word by word the task he was about to perform.

"Then all of us, flying our own planes, will break through the line of defense formed by American aircraft, try to dodge enemy anti-aircraft weapons and crash into enemy warships. If each of us is able to accomplish his or her task, then the Empire will be victorious in this war. ”

All the pilots in front of him were silent, just holding their own sake and looking at their commander with a pair of eyes open. They didn't learn to fly for a long time, and some of them only learned to fly for a few weeks before they were asked to sign a pledge to sacrifice their lives for their country and were sent to the front.

Before standing on the deck, everyone here was asked to write a so-called final letter. In the letter, they left the last words they wanted to say to their families, but more often than not, they were asked to write some official statements such as being willing to dedicate themselves to the motherland.

In the slightly dimly lit cabin, the novice pilots handed the letters to the officers in charge of the aviation on the carrier. According to the original plan, these letters were to be sent back to their homeland and handed over to their relatives - alas, all on the premise that the ship would not be sunk.

After the officer finished speaking, he bent down to everyone, pressed his hands on the trouser line on both sides, bowed ninety degrees, and expressed his highest respect to the men in front of him. At this time, all the soldiers also drank the sake in their hands and exchanged the cups to the ground staff holding the tray on the side.

Then they bowed to their commander as well, and everyone was immersed in a tragic atmosphere without saying a word. At this time, the American bomber forces were besieging the two Kongo-class battlecruisers at the forefront of the Japanese fleet, and the Japanese naval aviation was engaged in a struggle with each other.

Koga Mine immediately ordered to take off suicide attack planes to attack the US aircraft carriers and inflict heavy damage on the opponent's naval aviation forces, so as to obtain more comfortable combat conditions for the Japanese battleship units. So on these Japanese aircraft carriers, groups of young Japanese pilots are carrying out this kind of dying farewell ceremony.

"His Majesty the Emperor...... Hooray!" The hunched Japanese officers took off their military caps, raised their hands high, and bowed down to shout this slogan, while all the pilots raised their hands and shouted along with their superiors.

"Go! Sink the American warship!" the officer gave the order to attack in a loud voice, and these pilots, who had already sold their lives to the devil, realized at this moment that such a thing as death could not be done with courage. They found their legs sinking as if they had been filled with lead, and it was so difficult to turn around and walk towards their plane.

There were also some die-hard people who really believed that they were for the sake of the motherland and His Majesty the Emperor, and they were the first to climb into the planes, let the ground crew help launch these improved planes filled with explosives, and then resolutely took off from the deck of their aircraft carriers.

After getting into their own plane, the ground crew will lock the plane with a lock and prohibit the pilot from parachuting. This was done in order to prevent the pilots from changing their minds on the fly, as a result of reports of Japanese fighter pilots parachuting out of their own hands.

One after another, the Zero fighters finally took off and formed a huge aircraft formation above the Japanese aircraft carrier fleet, and the Japanese Navy also made a bloody investment this time, sending a full 40 suicide planes in one go to attack the US Navy's aircraft carrier fleet.

Koga Mine stood on the bridge of the battleship Yamato, watching with a blank face as Japanese planes flew past his battleship. He stared blankly at the sea in the distance, where farther away, two battleships, Hiei and Haruna, were being besieged by American planes.

Unsurprisingly, his fleet was discovered by the U.S. Navy fleet, which had more advanced electronics, so the U.S. planes also launched a battle against the Japanese first. Now that the Americans have made a move, it is his turn to strike back Koga Mine - the victory or defeat of the Imperial Navy, or the victory or defeat of the Great Japanese Empire, may really be in one fell swoop.