Battle of the Third Reich

"You are the last group, Captain Connig."

Welbey took out two rolls of US dollars and four passports from his purse.

"This is your passport and travel expenses. You take the train at 5.17 to Veracruz. The ticket is in the passport. I have arranged it all. When you arrive in Veracruz, go to Las Vandris The Sea Monster Bar at 17th Street looks for Alphonse, the foreman of the dock. He will arrange a passenger ship back to Europe for you. I am very happy to work with you. This time the task is very beautiful. I will ask the superior to award you a medal."

"It's our pleasure to work with you."

There was a smile on Conig's cold face, and he tucked the US dollar into his pocket, then opened his passport and looked at it.

"Remember your new identity. You are an employee of the Spanish Ravenna Mining Company who took advantage of the holiday to visit Mexico. Oh, don't you order the money?"

Welbe asked with a smile.

"Eight thousand dollars, like the other groups. The money is enough for us to enjoy our way back to France all the way."

Conig put the passport in the inner pocket of the suit and then took the coffee in front of him and drank it.

"So, we set off, Major."

Conig raised the luggage on the seat next to him, stood up and nodded slightly towards Welbe, then turned around and walked out of the coffee shop quickly.

The three young men sitting at the other table by the door hurriedly threw a pesos on the table and followed the baggage.

"I like this man very much, and he is an excellent soldier."

Verbe smiled at Lucia with his arms around.

"I also like Captain Connig very much. He is a very kind person. That muscle Captain Schneider would have half of his gentleman temperament."

Lucia wrinkled her delicate nose playfully and said with a smile.

"Don't mention the beast. He almost turned that villa into a slaughterhouse. Turning an originally artistic work into a low-level rough game is the only thing he likes."

Verbe continued to smile gracefully, and by the way, turned off the electricity to the two Mexican girls who had just entered.

"Okay, it's time for us now. My lord, you promised me to take me to Berlin at the end of this mission."

Lucia whispered in Welbey's ear in a near-coquettish tone and said softly that her full chest was still rubbing on the arm of the young German intelligence officer.

"Ah, now that the situation has changed, I can't go back for the time being."

Only two pairs of hygienic eyes were found in exchange for his powerful electric current. Welbe said, turning his gaze back to smile bitterly.

"However, I promise you will never regret it, my lovely Lucia. I will take you wherever I go until I take you back to Berlin."

Verbe gently nudged the long curly hair in Lucia's ear and said with a smile, the feeling from his arm was really great.

"So, where are we going next, my lord. If such a big thing happened, it might be martial law in the whole city tonight, and we must leave the city as soon as possible before the Jingfang responds."

Lucia clasped Weber's arm tightly, her face full of spring-like smile, and only Verbe could see the calm and seriousness in her eyes.

"My dear Lucia, rest assured, I have prepared everything long ago. After I finish this coffee, we will go directly to the train station and take the express train at 4:30 to Manzanillo. I have booked the ticket , The day after tomorrow we will be sitting on a luxury cruise bound for San Francisco. Have you ever taken a cruise before? Lucia."

"I used to sit once as a kid, and I will never forget the torment that week, where the turbid air is suffocating..."

"That's because you are in the fourth class, but I booked the first class ticket. I believe this experience will definitely change your view of sea travel, Lucia."

Welbe said with a smile.

"I think I'm looking forward to it, sir."

Lucia turned her face with a smile and looked out the window, Verbey raised her eyebrows, and picked up the coffee in front of her.

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While Major Verbe was sitting at a top coffee shop in Mexico City tasting top Mexican coffee, the German navy captain Olki Mannerheim was sitting on his narrow bed and listening to a half-kilogram of canned military fruit strength.

"Erwin, when you get back to Hong Kong, go and find out which idiot-designed can opener this is. I'm going to throw this can on his face."

"You will kill the poor fellow, captain."

Lieutenant Elvin Fessler leaned against the siding of the captain's compartment and replied with a smile, holding a half-bitten orange in his hand, and orange juice flowed down the sleeve of his uniform along his fingers.

"I think you still give up, do you want to eat peaches? Or eat an orange, this does not require a can opener."

"Never, I must open this can today. I am the captain. I must eat peach. I must eat it. Damn, this thing is completely broken. Elvin, get me a bayonet!"

"Ah? You really..."

Elvin looked at me with a sad smile on the face of the captain, who said I was very upset.

"Captain, I have translated the command telegram."

The sudden appearance of the telegraph operator freed the deputy captain.

"Translated? Give it to me."

Mannerheim threw the canned peach on the bed and quickly took the telegram from the operator.

"Ok...."

Mannerheim read it carefully line by line. The level of confidentiality of this telegram was the highest he had ever encountered. It carried out three layers of encryption and brought out two types of one-time passwords. The content of the inside is definitely not trivial.

"Erwin, we have won the jackpot. The command for this operation comes directly from the headquarters. I think we have to make a plan quickly..."

After that, Mannerheim put the telegram in Fissler's arms and stood up and rushed toward the command cabin quickly.

Drilling into the command module, Mannerheim rushed to the chart table with one arrow step, and swept away the scattered small things on the chart table and wiped the cover on the chart. Transparent plastic waterproof membrane, then picked up the compass and slide rule to draw on the chart.

"Elvin, give me that order."

Mannerheim extended his hand to the side, took a telegram from Fissler standing next to him, took a pencil and marked a point on the transparent waterproof membrane, and then proceeded to the complex series of Voyage calculation.

"No problem, as long as we don't encounter the British patrol fleet, we can definitely reach the target area on time. Well, Fissler, now under your command, follow this course I marked." Mannerheim pointed at the auxiliary boat. The commander gave the order.

"Observe, Captain."

Mannerheim glanced at the group of suspicious crews around and smiled.

"Guys, we are doing work now. After completing this mission, we will return to the sea."

As the men cheered, Mannerheim climbed the command tower along the ladder in the middle of the command cabin.

Today's weather is as hazy as usual, but the wind is not too strong. The waves are struggling against the bow deck of the submarine.

Mannerheim leaned on the fence of the control tower and looked at the turquoise water in front of him. He pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

"Well, I still have to find a bayonet."

The German navy submarine u56 made rapid progress towards the southeast, leaving a snow-white track on the dark green sea.