Battle of the Third Reich

London, South Hampstead, Aberdale Street, backed by Hampstead Heights overlooking the entire city of London, this street is built on a gentle slope, the entire street is standard Victorian red brick double-storey apartment with rooftop.

Housewife Mrs. Einsbell pulled a stroller up the stairs in front of her house with difficulty. Her six-year-old daughter Hini pushed the rear wheel of the trailer hard.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Einstein, wait a minute, I'll help you." A pair of powerful hands grabbed the trailing edge of the trailer, and the whole car was lifted up.

"Madam, please open the door quickly, I can't hold on for too long." The young man said with a smile.

"Ah, ah, okay, Mr. Ian, thank you very much." Mrs. Einstein hurriedly took the key from the handbag hanging on her wrist and opened the apartment door.

"Come in, Mr. Ian." The housewife supported the door. The man carried the stroller into the door and placed it in the hallway of the hall.

"Thank you so much. You are a gentleman, Mr. Ian."

"As a tenant, it is my pleasure to be able to serve the beautiful hostess, Mrs. Einstein." The young man answered with a smile.

Looking at the charming light green eyes of the man under the black sea, Mrs. Einstein felt that her cheeks became a little hot.

"Ah, thank you, Xini, you have helped me a lot, my highness." Ian crouched down, took his handbag from the little girl, raised her hand and touched the girl's head, little The girl narrowed her eyes and smiled happily.

"Right." Ian patted his forehead as if suddenly remembered something. He opened the cowhide handbag and pulled out a paper bag from inside.

"Guess what is inside?"

"Is it for me?" the little girl asked, biting her finger.

"Of course, open it." The little girl looked at her mother hesitantly. When she saw that her mother had no objection, she took the small paper bag from Ian.

"Fruit candy! Chocolate! Mommy look! Fruit candy! Chocolate!" See the contents of the bag. The little girl screamed in surprise.

"Oh, that's great, Shinie, thank you Mr. Ian soon." Mrs. Einstein held her daughter's shoulders.

"Thank you Mr. Ian, can I eat one now?" the little girl asked with her heels twisted.

"Of course, this is all yours." Ian replied with a smile.

"Okay, only one. Don't eat too much sugar before dinner. Now go back to your room and put the candy in your snack jar."

"Okay, mother." The little daughter ran to the stairs with her legs spread.

"Wait a minute, Hini! What did you forget?" Ein Bell yelled at her daughter.

"Ah. By the way, see you later, Mr. Ian. Thank you again for your candy." The little girl threw out her tongue and walked back to Ian to salute, sweetly said.

"See you later, little princess, go quickly." Ian nodded with a smile. The girl bounced up the stairs again.

"You will spoil her like this, Mr. Ian." The landlord's wife complained about the tenant.

"These sugars are hard to come by. Last week, two pounds of supply coupons were needed for every pound of sucrose. The candy is no longer available, and it is said that it must be given priority to the army."

"It's okay, ma'am. Don't forget that I work in the War Department. We have special supplies. It's easy to get this kind of thing. Alas, what did you do with Shini in front of you. What's in this car, so heavy. May I push you to the storage room?" Ian asked, smiling at the pretty landlord's wife.

"Ah, just leave it here. Wait a moment, I will move by myself. Mrs. Ryan’s cousin of No. 40 is from the municipal office. He has some way to get coal, and Mrs. Torien asked him to do some more for me, Look, sixty pounds."

Due to the strong German blockade, the UK has fallen into a state of energy shortage. Gas and electricity must be given priority to supply military enterprises, so residential areas often cut off gas and power. The helpless London citizens can only start to look for various alternative fuels. Many people store not only food but also a large amount of coal and firewood in the backyard air defense trenches, which has caused the air defense headquarters to worry, if they are bombarded , May cause serious fire accidents, but the government did not finally order a ban, because it is safer to put in the backyard than in the house, and the citizens need fuel to heat food and boil tea after all. Over time, even alternative fuels became tighter, and the Police Department began to increase night patrols in various parks. Finally, there was no incident of illegal logging of trees in the park.

"I'll help you move to the backyard. I'm the only man in this family. I have an obligation to take on this kind of work that requires physical strength." Ian smiled and handed the leather bag to the landlady, and then took off his pen. The navy blue suit rested on the handle of the escalator, and then rolled up the sleeve of the shirt.

"Ah, Mr. Ian, how can this be done, you have helped us a lot." The landlady was helpless to stop.

"Call me Bruce. Let me have a similar job in the future. It should have been a man's job. A beautiful lady like you just needs to watch it quietly." Ian Showing a bright smile like the sun, let the landlady's heart stunned a few steps faster.

"That's really grateful, Ian...oh, Bruce. You can also call me Anne." Mrs. Einstein's cheeks were reddish, and her eyes were fixed on the handsome tenant.

"Okay, Annie, then... this is all put in the backyard air raid, isn't it."

"Yes, thank you very much, Bruce. I'll go to the kitchen to cook water. When I'm busy, I'll have tea in the living room. I've also made some biscuits. The taste should be pretty good."

Five minutes later, Ian, who was cleaned up, sat on the sofa in the living room of the apartment with a cup of black tea in his hand.

"Now the supply of government agencies is getting more and more tight, and the ratio of coffee has been halved, but finally there is no shortage of black tea, otherwise I really don't know how to live in the office."

"Taste the cookies. Although there is no butter, I put a lot of sugar." Mrs. Einstein handed the dessert plate to Ian.

"Well, the taste is actually quite good, ah... when it comes to butter, I remember it. Please pass me the leather bag on the side." Ian put her hand to the hostess in the teacup.

"This was given to me by my friend in the army. I think you and Xini will like it, so I brought it all back." Ian pulled a carton out of his purse. Passed it to Mrs. Einstein. "This is the Army's standard ration, a can of butter, a can of lard and a can of condensed milk, and a pound of corned beef."

"It's so good, I will cook beef stew for you at night." The landlord's wife held the carton, picked up a can and looked up and down, then said happily.

"No, I'm going to have dinner with my colleagues in the department tonight, and I will go out later. Tomorrow, I will rest tomorrow. You can cook stew in a day." Ian put down his purse and picked up the coffee table. Black tea on the table.

"Okay, that's settled, Bruce, have dinner together tomorrow, and Shinie hasn't eaten beef in a long time." The landlord's wife said with a smile.

"Speaking of that, the Admiralty should give you special supply rolls. According to the regulations, you can get an extra two pounds of meat and fat." Ian drank lipstick tea. Putting one hand on the armrest of the sofa, I lifted Erlang's legs.

"There is a special supply volume, but the Naval Service Department said that there is no goods, only to owe it. When the materials arrive, we will compensate them once. I heard that we have to wait another week or so. Mrs. Ron’s brother is the Naval Base Service Department. Lieutenant Colonel, she told me that the American fleet will bring everything we need next week. By then we won’t have to worry about food anymore."

"She won't just talk about it casually."

"I don't know, but looking at the mysterious look of her god, it shouldn't be deceiving." Mrs. Einstein took the teacup and sipped black tea.

"Major Einstein has no news recently? He has been on a business trip for almost two months now. I have moved in for a week, and he may not even know that he has changed a tenant at home." Ian picked up a cookie.

"I don’t even want to mention it. I don’t even know if he is still in the UK. His boss in the navy said that he was on a confidential mission and could not tell me the specifics. But he assured me that the end of the month I must have given him a holiday before. I doubt it. I didn’t even have a letter on the phone. I don’t know if he was still alive.” Mrs. Einstein put down her teacup in a grudge.

"Relax, the major will be fine." Ian stretched out his hand and took Mrs. Einstein's hand, staring at the woman's eyes.

"You have to believe this, for Shini, for yourself. Everything will be fine, no matter what happens, I want you to believe that you have a friend who supports you."

"Thanks, Bruce." Ein Bell shed tears in her eyes, and she grabbed Ian's hand tightly.

"Oh, it's almost time. I'm going upstairs to change my clothes. It may be too late tonight. I will find a place to sleep outside and come back tomorrow morning." Ian let go of Mrs. Einstein's hand , Stand up.

"Ah, come back early tomorrow, I am ready for breakfast waiting for you."

"Okay, Annie, then I'm out of company first." Ian smiled and nodded to the landlady, then lifted the leather bag on one side and walked up the stairs.

Entering the second-floor guest room, Ian turned to close the door, don't lock the door, and then walked to the desk and sat down. He took the metal cigarette case out of his pocket and put it on the table, then pulled a note from the side. Ian stood up, the probe looked out of the window, then picked up the pen on the pen holder and wrote a few lines on the note. Blow the ink carefully, fold the paper carefully, and put it carefully into the cigarette case.

Ian stood in front of the dressing mirror and carefully stroked her hair, and went to the closet and took out a dark gray suit and threw it on the bed.

"Annie, I'm going out. See you tomorrow." Ian walked down the stairs while holding the cufflinks of her shirt. The landlady stood at the stairs and looked at him. The drunkenness in his eyes was clear.

Ian wore a stiff dark gray short dress, a tie of the same color and a waistcoat, a silver bracelet hung from the mouth of the bag, black short hair neatly divided into three or seven, and a few strands of broken sea naturally hung on the forehead. The green pupils are bright and bright, with a confident smile on his face.

"Are you walking? Bruce. Remember not to drink too much." The landlady opened the door for him.

"I called a taxi, there is no way, after all, I need to socialize, I will pay attention." Ian walked out of the apartment, a taxi stopped at the door. The driver got out of the car and opened the door. Ian waved at the landlady before sitting in the car.

"Dorchester Hotel, thank you." Ian stretched out his arm in the spacious back seat of the taxi, and then the suit pulled out the cigarette case from the inner bag, pulled out a cigarette, knocked on the cigarette case, and then Take out the lighter.

It was completely dark, and taxis flexibly shuttled between London’s street-sized barricades and arrived at the Dorchester Hotel in 15 minutes. This is one of the most luxurious hotels in London, located in the famous Hyde Park Beside, most of the rooms can directly overlook Hyde Park, while others can overlook Buckingham Palace. Because it is not far from Buckingham Palace, there are often royal members patronizing, so this has become a place where celebrities and politicians and generals like to spend. . And because the building was relatively recent, the entire building was made of reinforced concrete. This hotel was boasted by Fleet Street reporters as the safest hotel in London, so there was a crowd of guests every day.

"No need to look for it." Ian got out of the car and then handed the driver standing by the door a two-pound note.

"Thank you, sir." The driver glanced at the banknote and quickly took off his hat to thank him.

Ian pulled the hem of his clothes, looked at the huge glass ceiling above his eyes, and then walked into the hotel door.

Standing in the lobby, Ian turned his head and looked around, and then found his goal on this trip.

"Ah, I'm really sorry. There are so many things in the ministry today. I went home and changed my clothes. I ran into a traffic jam. You have been waiting for a long time, Jacqueline." Ian asked an assisted woman wearing a dark blue RAF The pretty girl in the team uniform walked over.

"I also just arrived, Bruce, this place is so beautiful. I never thought I could eat in this place." The girl ran over and grabbed Ian's arm.

"How long can I stay in London this time." Ian smiled and the girl touched her cheek, and then walked toward the hotel elevator towards the hotel.

"There is only one day. I will go to the ministry tomorrow during the day. There is a document to be handed over to the minister personally. I will rush back to the base the day after tomorrow, so you must accompany me tonight." The girl flew at Ian. Winks.

"Of course, Jacqueline, let's go to dinner first, then go to dance, and the bar here is also very good." Then Ian leaned into Jacqueline's ear and said: "I also booked a luxury suite upstairs , We have time tonight." The girl suddenly blushed her cheeks, looked around with no attention, and gently nipped an elbow between Ian's ribs.

At this time, not far from the Dorchester Hotel, a taxi stopped at the roadside, the driver turned on the small light at the top of the cab, and pulled out a two-pound two-pound note from his arms, opened the note, and clipped it inside Holding a note.

The driver raised his head and looked around, then lowered his head and carefully recognized the writing on the note under the orange light. After reading it, the driver put the note in his mouth and started the car while chewing. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and faster!