"Is there no news yet?"

"There is no German radio station that is working properly, and I haven't found any suspicious signals."

Xiaoling's words made Wang Weiyi frown.

Three hours have passed, but the "fighter" has not conveyed any information to the outside world.

Does the "Fighter" think that the "Simon"'s intelligence has no effect? ​​Or has he sensed the danger?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The importance of "Simon" is exactly the same as that of Colonel Fells. This spy fabricated by Wang Weiyi will definitely attract the attention of the "fighters"!

He could not find that the Germans were secretly monitoring themselves

But why is there no signal yet?

In order to transmit this information in a timely manner and give the British enough time to prepare, the "Fighter" should have a secret radio station in his hand.

As long as this radio is sent, it will never be hidden from Xiao Ling!

Which part is wrong?

Wang Weiyi, who has always been confident and calm, is now a little worried.

There must be something hidden in it that I don't know

Colonel Fells walked in, and the secret intelligence department he was in charge also found nothing, and everything was as usual.

Wang Weiyi felt that he should have neglected something

"Keep in touch with Klingenberg." Wang Weiyi frowned and said, "Once he is attacked in Mayum, it means that the 'fighter' has sent the information."

Colonel Fells hesitated: "Marson, is it possible that the 'fighter' is not on the list of the meeting members? Or does he have other more hidden ways to convey intelligence?"

"All the troops who could learn about the internal situation of the German army were among the participants, and none of them were missing." Wang Weiyi replied very affirmatively: "The more hidden way may exist or they used pigeons to convey intelligence."

Under such a severe situation, Marshal Ernst still made a joke, which made Colonel Firth laugh.

He likes Marshal Ernst, a successful general, and is always able to keep himself calm in any critical situation. This is very important for the battlefield.

Mayum.

It was completely dark.

Klingenberg and his squad had arrived at the designated location, and after waiting there for half an hour, a dark shadow appeared in the moonlight.

"Captain Klingenberg?"

"Yes, Siren?"

"Yes, Captain."

The man who appeared in front of Captain Klingenberg, about forty years, was wearing a British military uniform.

"Sirens, we have received you, now leave here."

"Captain, someone!"

Before Klingenberg's words could be finished, the vigilant voice of the team members had already heard.

"Bang-Bang-Bang-" Two sharp gunshots pierced the night sky, and then a sound rang:

"Fritz Klingenberg, you are surrounded, I am Lieutenant Colonel Lewis, I order you to put down your weapons and surrender, you have five minutes to think about it."

Klingenberg was not panicked. This was exactly what he wanted: "Marrior Ernst immediately sent a report, we were surrounded by the British in Mayum."

He can now be sure that there must be spies inside him, and this spy has already conveyed the intelligence of himself and the team.

It is very terrible for a spy to hide in the top management. I hope that his efforts can completely expose the spy.

"Marson, the telegram from Klingenberg, they were surrounded by enemies in Mayum!"

Wang Weiyi's face turned ashen!

The "fighter" still passed on the information, but the omnipotent Xiaoling did not notice any suspicious radio station!

What method does the "fighter" use?

If you cannot figure out how the "fighter" delivers intelligence as soon as possible and capture this British super spy, then the efforts of Klingenberg and his squad will become meaningless!

What is the solution

Wang Weiyi suddenly said: "Give me all the telegrams after today's meeting! At the same time, from now on, the radio will be silent!"

Radio Silence! This means that before the "fighter" and the method he adopted, the African Legion will be cut off from all contact with the outside world

"Captain Klingenberg, please come here with me."

There were a large number of British people outside, but at this time the "Simon" acted extremely calm.

As he came to the side, the "Simon" looked at the side: "Captain Klingenberg, my name is Miller Bach. I am a German spy in Aris, Egypt. Over the years, I have obtained some intelligence, but it doesn't matter."

This was the first time Klingenberg knew the other party's name, but he didn't understand why Miller said such words to himself at such a critical moment.

"Captain, I received this task temporarily, asking me to pretend to be a super spy in Germany and to make the enemy believe that I am the 'sirens'. Now, please do something for me."

Miller said as he took out a large stack of items that looked like documents from the bag he carried, then lit them with a match, and looked at the fire, Miller smiled and said, "There is nothing on it, there is actually nothing on it."

When the documents burned to ashes, Miller carefully took out a piece of the burned document from his bag and buried it more carefully in the pile of ashes.

Klingenberg glanced at it and the fragment of the document read "The 8th Army Arranged".

"It looks like we've burned a few important British materials in a hurry, right?" Miller smiled and said, "I'm done what I should do. Now, I'll ask you to kill me, Captain Klingenberg."

"What? You asked me to kill you?" Klingenberg could not believe that the other party had made this request.

"Yes, beat me to death." Miller's expression was very serious: "It's very simple. We have been surrounded by the British. In order to prevent more important information from falling into the hands of the British, you killed the German ace spy "Simon" in urgent circumstances."

"No! No!" Klingenberg shook his head: "I can't do it, how can I kill a person of my own?"

Miller said lightly: "Captain, you don't understand. I have been a spy for many years, but I have never received any valuable information. I have always been an outside spy. I think my superiors chose me this time, and I probably valued Captain I am infinitely loyal to Germany. You must beat me to death, do you understand? Otherwise, once I fall into the hands of the British, I don't know if I can persist. I think I will reveal everything I know in the face of cruel interrogation, so that this action will have no meaning."

Klingenberg was silent, he knew that everything Miller said was true.

But how could I be able to attack my own people?

At this time, the five minutes stipulated by the British had already come, and the Germans who refused to surrender soon attracted the enemy's attack.

Amid the gunshots, Miller became anxious: "Hurry, Captain, hurry up and do it! I am not a strong person, I can't shoot myself!"

Klingenberg took a long breath and slowly pulled out his gun: "Your name is Miller Bach, right?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Deutschland will remember you, and when we win, I will tell everyone, tell your family that you are the real German spy!"

Miller smiled, this is what he dreamed of, being able to become a real ace spy

"The Klingenberg team is being attacked by the enemy. After the radio silence, the only secret radio station we are still working, received a telegram from the captain, who had killed the 'Sirens', destroyed all the documents, and was preparing to break through!"

Wang Weiyi, who was buried in a pile of telegrams, moved.

The "Simon" died, the "Simon" fabricated was dead, and Wang Weiyi didn't even know the name of the "Simon".

The telegram must have been intercepted by the British, and they will be convinced that the existence of the "Simon" and firmly believe that their super spy "Fighter" can do everything.

Parts of fake information will continue to be sent to the British

Everything seems so perfect, but the only problem is that I still don’t know who the “fighter” is, and I still don’t know what kind of way he conveys the information!

At this point, even Xiao Ling can do nothing.

Find him, you must find him, otherwise sacrifice will become meaningless!

Suddenly, Wang Weiyi's eyes stopped on a telegram. He picked up the telegram and looked at it carefully.

A very ordinary telegram, which reads the number of supplies needed by the light armored division.

It is very ordinary. Everyone knows that the 90th Light Armored Division, like all the troops of the African Legion, urgently needs a large amount of supplies. The only difference is that the number of supplies required by the 90th Light Armored Division above is written very carefully.

It is accurate to the number of fuel required for each company.

The Germans always have a rigorous style.

Wang Weiyi handed the telegram to Rommel: "Elwin, do you find something wrong?"

Rommel looked carefully for a long time, then shook his head: "I don't think there is anything wrong."

Wang Weiyi stood up and smiled: "What a clever way to convey information secrets!"

Now, he finally knows what method the "fighter" uses to convey information! (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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