On the edge of a collapsed factory, several workers are helplessly carrying the broken bricks around it. Then he threw the small bricks on the side of the cart, and when the pile was full, they were carried away by another man who was standing by the cart and was smoking.

In the early morning of January 27, it was not only the Royal Navy that was unlucky, but also Manchester, an ancient and majestic industrial city in the United Kingdom. At the same time, German butcher bombers patronized a brand new production line of Hurricane fighters that the British had built just a few days ago.

It is said that on the same day, German spies set a fire in the factory area, guiding German strategic bombers to drop bombs and incendiary bombs accurately, completely destroying the British military's top-secret production plant in the darkness before the sun rose.

Dozens of half-assembled Hurricane fighters were burned, production lines and factories were blown into ruins and burned to ashes. The fighter jets that the British Air Force had been waiting for had turned into worthless garbage, and the number of air defense fighters would not meet the needs of front-line operations in the short term.

The fire lasted two days and one night before it was extinguished, and the Germans bombed it with a new weapon, known to the British as the "Accardo Fireworks", which could be attached to anything and burned, sometimes even with water. And this incendiary weapon ignited a monstrous fire in Manchester, directly turning a third of the city into terrible ashes.

When all the time fell silent, the British found that their chemical factories, textile factories and machine factories had been reduced to ashes, and most of the machines and equipment had been reduced to scrap metal that had melted down precision parts by the fire.

Of course, the losses were not only these tangible equipment and assets, but also the skilled workers and engineers who lost to the British in the bombing. Because of the needs of the British government, these people were working overtime overnight to produce Hurricane fighters, and if this batch of fighters could be shipped out of the factory, Britain would have the air power of 80 Hurricane fighters at once, but there was nothing left at this time.

The production of British Hurricane fighter jets, which had just made some improvements, was instantly knocked back to its original shape, and thousands of skilled workers died in the bombing that day, and most of them were burned alive in the factory building by the napalm, Germany's secret weapon.

If the loss of the machine is still bearable by the British, then the loss of personnel is unbearable pain for the British. In the afternoon of the same day, the relevant British departments and units were called together to launch the most severe spy arrest operation in history.

It was time to take seriously the German spies lurking in Britain, who were now beginning to dictate the situation of the war. The sabotage that followed one after another, and the last-minute reversal, which targeted the German bombers and assassinated important British personnel, proved the value of German intelligence officers and almost destroyed the century-old British foundation.

British intelligence frantically dug into the German intelligence agencies hidden in Britain, and soon more than 30 low-level German intelligence officers were caught. Although the level of these German spies was very low, their number was a direct testimony to the high density of German spies deployed in Britain.

Churchill's resignation was vetoed by the King of England because no one wanted to take over the current mess. The Chamberlain clique intended to continue watching the show, while other politicians simply did not have the courage to face a menacing Third Reich with a navy almost completely lost.

So Churchill had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to exercise his powers as prime minister to find that in addition to capturing spies and finding a way to withstand the terrible sabotage offensive of the German Navy, there was another painful errand. The errand was none other than the memorial of the thousands of fallen officers and men of the British Navy.

In a London bar, old man Greif is receiving the British military's honorary badge from the relatives of the fallen soldiers with red eyes. Two officers of the British Navy were comforting the old man, who was over 70 years old.

"There were 17 survivors on the destroyer, who were rescued by another destroyer. One of these men was a German spy and had been arrested and interrogated, while the other 16 confirmed that your nephew, the captain, was a real British naval officer. "The work of persuasion is very cumbersome, and many family members do not accept the fact that their loved one has passed away. So what the officer said was also cautious, for fear that this old man would make a mistake.

"I heard that there were German spies on his warship, and there were so many?" Old man Greif asked sadly: "He, a fool, didn't even notice any of them? How could he not find out? He is responsible for this defeat, he is responsible!"

"Old man, we have checked the records, first of all, his adjutant was a German spy who deliberately shielded him, and he did catch a German spy in 1936, but this person committed suicide at that time after being discovered. Another officer persuaded.

The two officers, who were responsible for comforting the families of the fallen soldiers, were completely moved by the old man's words. After comforting along the way, many family members cried and cried, and some even made a big fuss directly, adding countless troubles to their work. Today's old man Greif is really an authentic traditional English gentleman, steady and dignified, and he still complains about his relatives who died in battle, which is simply too amiable.

"Has the body been found, or can you confirm that it sank with the ship?" Greif complained about his nephew twice, and then wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, obviously still sad, making people look uncomfortable for him for a while.

This question made the two officers finally find some comfort for the families of the deceased, so one of them immediately said: "Because of the defection of this destroyer, the military means that the mourning must be reduced, and at most it can only be counted as some compensation for the dead." ”

Hearing the word compensation, Greif's face became a little unpleasant, this is also the main reason why most of the families of the fallen began to make a fuss, many people are not even killed because they can't prove it, and many families don't even have basic compensation, which is also the main reason why the two officers who comfort their families have not been working well in recent days - you think, if the money is given more, few people are willing to come out and make trouble, right?

"Old man...... We were also very embarrassed, but ......" an officer hurriedly explained, for fear that this old man would come out again and "cry, make trouble, and hang himself".

"I have such a big family business, a car at the door. Isn't it all for my nephew to have something to eat after he retires?" Who knew that Old Man Greif did not cry, but said compassionately: "Now that he is back in the arms of God, what is the use of my family?"

As he spoke, he pointed to a Mercedes-Benz parked at the door, and said to the officer who came to deliver the medal: "That car is my nephew's, I will donate it to the government, I heard that you requisitioned the car, and I will also do my part to the British Empire for my dead nephew." ”

What is enlightenment? This is it! What is noble? This is it! What is an English gentleman? This! That's it! Yes! The two officers didn't know how to describe it, and they almost knelt down and hugged Old Man Greif's thigh and cried.

"Old man, if you have anything to do in the future, ask us for help, we don't have a word!" An officer patted his chest and said with red eyes: "If someone makes trouble in your tavern, our Royal Navy Personnel Department will be the first to let him go!"

"Yes!" The other officer also hurriedly expressed his position, nodded and said: "Old man, don't worry! In the future, we will count you as half a nephew!

Jokes, it's better to treat the two of us as nephews! This is half a tavern that only makes money! And two Mercedes Benzes! If you have to make a deposit of five or six figures, right? I wonder if I can really get a large inheritance. However, it will be more depressing when it comes to paying inheritance tax...... I thought of where I went.

"I'm also unaccompanied, you young people really make me envious. The old man sighed while wiping his tears: "I won't be polite to you two children, I will look for you if there is anything in the future." ”

"No problem, no problem!" "Just look, just look!" Both of them had begun to fantasize about the time when they would get a large inheritance in the future, so their attitudes became more humble.

Grief grieved as he sent the two officers away. As soon as he turned around, the old man really sighed. The gray wolf is not his real nephew, the old man Greif has died in the war a long time ago, but he does treat this gray wolf as his own nephew, after all, in a lonely foreign country, it is a very happy thing to have such a person to talk to.

He left the tavern and went to his apartment, humming a little tune, habitually throwing a shilling to the beggar at the door of the building, who held on to his hat and nodded in thanks, and Greif did not go upstairs, but crouched beside the beggar, and said sadly, "My nephew died in battle." ”

"That's a great misfortune! The beggar comforted with regret: "May God bless you." ”

Greif sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm sorry to talk to you about this. Then he walked up the stairs with heavy steps. He closed the door mechanically, opened the dark compartment on the wall, took out a radio station, spread the codebook on the table, and sent out a message starting with K very lonely.

The content of this information is not complicated: "Gray wolf, dead. ”