Unlike the Belgian front, which was defeated and defeated, in London, people still maintained the bustle and hustle and bustle of singing and dancing. As one of Europe's leading cities, London is synonymous with both classical and avant-garde.

In a small corner of the London neighborhood, there is a very popular bar, because this pub is said to be opened by the descendants of Nelson, the soul of the British Navy, so this bar is a must-visit place for almost all naval officers who live in London.

You can see almost all the best naval commanders in the Royal Navy, some of them are from the submarine force, some from some of the world's famous battleships, and if you want to know what has happened to the British Navy recently, then this is the best place to be.

On the walls of the bar are photographs of battleships, as well as portraits and photographs of famous admirals of various periods, and in the center of these photographs is an almost life-size portrait of Vice Admiral Horatio Nelson.

Many naval officers and even generals come to this small bar to toast the soul of the British Royal Navy hanging on the wall - this is one of the means by which the bar owner makes money.

As the relatively high-income group within the Royal Navy, submarine commanders have always been a regular at the bar, and even in wartime, these special units of the armed forces, who have been on duty all year round, enjoy long vacations rarely seen by other naval officers.

There is an old man who often drinks in this bar because it seems that this old man is very rich. He bought half of the shares in the bar and enjoyed his old age quietly. The old man's name was Greif and he had a nephew who served in the Royal Navy's destroyer fleet. He is also loved by the people around him because he often takes care of some of the seafarers' relatives who are lonely at home.

Now the beloved old man is smiling as he listens to a few Navy officers at the same table boasting about their experiences with each other. These officers are all old customers, and there are still half bosses at the table, so the waitress in charge of this table on the side is also working hard to serve tea and wine to the guests at this table.

When a group of soldiers are together, it is natural that the topic is mainly to boast about their fantastical battles, and several guests at this table are naturally no exception. Although the content of the mission is often confidential, this kind of confidentiality constraint, which is not a core secret, will naturally be ignored occasionally.

Moreover, there was no mention of the core content of some missions, and only a few words of bragging about it, which was not considered a leak, so these naval officers never rejected this way of decompressing each other by boasting about each other.

At this moment, an officer in the field was boasting about how his battleship had dealt with German submarines, and he was there to explain in a colorful way, so that everyone exclaimed from time to time: "That German submarine is very cunning, and we have been tracking it for more than ten days." From time to time these days we have had transport ships sunk by it, and we followed the route of its attack all the way east, until we reached a considerable distance, before blocking it!"

He nodded on the table and continued: "You must know that in order to sink it, we dropped depth charges everywhere, and finally confirmed its location! Then we stormed that sea area and finally sank it! Who would have thought that it would sink one of our destroyers in the end, and we lost a total of more than 100,000 tons of transport ships along the way, and then sank such a submarine!"

"This is the first submarine we've sunk the Germans, right?" Greif chimed in with a kind smile, "They're even worse than they were back then, and I'm really worried about our navy." ”

"To tell you the truth, we are improving some equipment, for example, I heard that Germany is equipped with an advanced equipment that can detect aircraft, and our navy is also developing it, and I believe that we will be able to equip it soon. An officer in charge of the research and development of naval technology and equipment next to him said with a smile: "Don't worry about us at all, the British Navy will definitely win the final victory!"

"Not bad at all! Cheers to the spirit of General Nelson!" said Greif, holding his glass high and looking at the portrait of Nelson not far away.

"You treacherous old man, let's toast and it turns out that your bar doesn't make money?" several people laughed as they raised their glasses, laughed and drank a glass of wine and continued to chat.

The officer of the destroyer wiped the beer from the corner of his mouth and continued to boast: "It has only been half a month since the start of the war, and our transport ships have been sunk by more than 100 ships, and the total tonnage is already close to 1.1 million tons. However, we are not vegetarians either, and we have already begun to sum up the combat experience of attacking submarines. ”

"Then I congratulate you on defeating the Germans' submarines as soon as possible, but I heard that the above have been thinking about rationing afternoon tea tea recently, and I really can't think of how life would have been possible without afternoon tea. Greif shook his head and sighed.

"Don't worry! In a few weeks, we will be able to sink the submarines of the Germans! Submarines are no match for surface ships after all!" The officer of the destroyer fleet became more and more outrageous, and he did not hesitate to say nothing about the submarine officer who had been silent and did not speak.

At this moment, the submarine officer did not do anything, and immediately frowned and said: "What is the meaning that submarines are no match for your surface ships? We are quite a powerful special force! Not only can we win in frontal combat, but we can also win by using tactics to assassinate surface ships to make the other side submit, just like the German Navy!"

"That's a nice thing to say!" the officer of the destroyer fleet pouted his lips and said with a look of disdain, "I haven't seen you for the past few days, and I haven't heard that you have carried out any decent missions, but don't tell me that you ran to the German coastline to sneak attack." ”

Speaking of this, the old Greif raised his eyebrows, took a small sip of beer with his wine glass in his hand, and hid the curious look on his face, but pricked up his ears to listen carefully to what the officers said later.

The submarine officer's face was flushed, and he seemed to be speechless, and it took a long time to point at the officer of the destroyer fleet and defend: "I am going to carry out a secret operation! This is a military secret, and I cannot talk to you in detail! But I tell you that this operation in which I participated is much bigger than you think!"

When the naval officer who was engaged in technology heard what the submarine commander said, he cracked his mouth and laughed: "Don't brag, what about being funny? Although the navy's several operations were not successful, the scale was not small. Take the Scapa Bay defeat as an example, the Navy has hundreds of warships gathered together, and the scale of the operation in which you participate in a submarine can be?"

As soon as everyone didn't believe him, the captain of this submarine couldn't hold back any longer, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and slammed the table with the beer glass in his hand, stretched his neck and whispered: "When I say this, any of you will keep it secret for me! This is a great secret!"

"Bullshit! How secret can you keep a submarine out on a mission?" the officer of the destroyer fleet was obviously still still unconvinced, and he took the submarine commander's words directly as a bluff.

"In that operation, I was directly ordered by His Excellency Churchill, Secretary of the Admiralty, to transport five important spies to the Dutch coastline!" the submarine commander said cautiously and quietly: "This is a very important operation!"

Greif listened to it and quietly recorded several very important information: a few days ago, the submarine was transported to the Dutch coastline, 5 intelligence officers. He continued to listen, not commenting on anything, lest he lose any important news.

"It's just a few spies, what a big operation, you just brag?" The officer who was engaged in technology had a disapproving expression, took a sip of beer, and swallowed it before continuing: "If you get 50 in one go, you won't be bragging in vain." ”

"You know what a fart!" the submarine captain snorted before continuing: "This is the fierce material behind me! I got a copy of Germany's Big Deutsche Zeitung in the past few days, only to find out that the assassin of the German demon king Accardo was three of the five people I sent!"

Suddenly it became very quiet, and Greif and the other two officers, who had been looking at him with disbelief on their faces, looked at him with a look of surprise, and the submarine officer suddenly felt a deep sense of pride in his heart: See, see, see, I won't say it!

"Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing!" Greif coughed twice, then broke the awkward atmosphere between several people at the table, then waved his hand and said, "You didn't say anything, we didn't hear anything!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We didn't hear anything!" The technical officer hurriedly answered: "Come on, come on! Let's toast our heroic captain together! If we didn't kill Accardo this time, we will definitely be able to do it next time!"

"Come, come, come, toast! toast!" The officer of the destroyer fleet looked embarrassed, and slapped the table and shouted: "I will invite this meal! I will invite this meal! I am not interested enough to be a brother! I have to tell you this kind of thing......

As soon as the treat was mentioned, the embarrassing atmosphere disappeared without a trace in an instant, and everyone continued to talk and laugh, pushing each other's cups and changing their glasses for brothers. Soon several people were very drunk, so they staggered away.

Greif returned to his apartment near the bar and hummed a little tune to the beggar at the door of the building, who held his hat and nodded in thanks, and then Greif took heavy steps upstairs. It wasn't until he closed the door that his eyes returned to a clear look.

Open the dark compartment on the wall, take out a radio station, and spread out the codebook on the table, Greif, the "poison" that has been buried in Britain for more than ten years, has sent out another important piece of information today.