Battle of the Third Reich

Wilson No. 4 radio listening station is one of dozens of radio listening stations under the Royal Air Force fighter command.

Before the war, the United Kingdom had devoted itself to the research of intercepting radio signals and collecting communication information. However, due to the complexity of radio encryption technology in various countries, the United Kingdom has not been able to make much progress in this field.

The British government can only retreat second, starting with collecting basic radio signals, then being screened and selected by specialized intelligence agencies, and finally deciphered by professional decipherers. This process is simple to say, but it is actually very boring and cumbersome. The manpower and material resources consumed and the overall workload are unimaginable. No department has the ability to do this kind of work alone, picking out the information that they want from the vast radio signals, and the initial identification alone can drive the management personnel crazy.

So this work was shared between the Air Force and the Navy. They have their own radio communication systems, have enough manpower and material resources to complete the initial collection work, and each has a large number of very skilled radio operators, which can be used from the beginning. Complete the initial screening work. For example, the military frequency is identified from a bunch of civilian frequencies, and some simple clear-code communications are deciphered. Finally, the unencrypted cryptographic communications will be recorded and collected to be handled by a professional intelligence department.

The Royal Air Force's monitoring station is also responsible for monitoring the enemy's air radio communications. The enemy's air force communication whisper rules can be judged from some clues. Obtain some important military information from it, such as the number of the flying team, the station, the type of aircraft, and the name and rank of some pilots, although it is not very helpful for air combat. But intelligence is intelligence after all, and it will always be useful.

Wilson 4 is one of the seven radio monitoring stations deployed by the Royal Air Force in Kent. It is very common and featureless, with a total staff of only ten, eight radio monitors, and the deputy director. During the work, four monitors are on the machine to monitor, and they work in shifts every four hours. The staff who have been changed can not be idle. It is necessary to sort and identify the codes that have been recorded, and then take them to the superior department every afternoon by the truck that transports the daily supply. If it is found that very important information is intercepted. This has not happened once so far. The monitoring station must immediately report to the higher headquarters via a wired telephone, and a written record will be sent to the headquarters by a designated person.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the station chief Lieutenant Jacob Air Force entered the radio listening room with coffee. The weather was good in the morning, but the lieutenant's heart was a haze. He had a nightmare all night last night. He was ready to give a call to his younger brother serving in the Dover Fortress, maybe he could find some time to meet him.

Generally, from midnight to sunrise, air radio communication will gradually decrease. The pilot is also a human and needs normal sleep. Therefore, only two monitors are on duty for these two shifts from 12pm to 8am. If someone wants, they can be on duty alone for two shifts in exchange for an eight-hour day off during the next day.

"Clark. Why are you on duty alone?" Jacob found that there was only one radio receiver sitting in front of him, and the other three were empty in front.

"Yes, Lieutenant, Gaspar had a fever last night, and I asked him to go back to rest." Clarke, the first-class sailor, was wearing headphones and writing on a telegraph while replying to the chief's inquiry.

"How come there are so many?" Lieutenant Jacob stood behind Clark carrying the coffee. He glanced at the thick stack of radio records on the console.

"Lieutenant, I think something is wrong. From two o'clock this morning, I have heard a lot of radio communication of unknown origin, and some signals are very strong, like they are sent nearby. The communication is very dense, and it occupies six frequencies in a row. It seems to be a new type of password, which I have never met before." Clark waited for the sailor to stop his pen and handed a telegram just recorded to the lieutenant.

"Six-digit garbled characters, letters and numbers are arranged in disorder. It is the style of the Germans. They used a similar communication code in the navy first. My friend in the navy intelligence department mentioned this. You said that from this morning two Did you start? The communication frequency suddenly increased like a burst? The last time we encountered this situation was before the Battle of Dunkirk. At that time, you had not been transferred to this monitoring station. It seems that the Germans are in a big operation. Have you measured the direction of the signal transmission? Has any voice communication been intercepted? Why didn’t you report it to me immediately?” Lieutenant Jacob frowned and looked at the communication record in his hand. There are some four-digit passwords that seem to be in another format. Without a password table, people can only be confused.

"Forget it, you are not familiar with this work, and I won't wake up the master because of it." Jacob put the stack of records on the console.

"Thank you, sir. I’ve done a side signal, but the strange thing is that most of the signal comes from the north and there is also a northeast direction. I think it may be Norway and Belgium. Some signals are very strong. The Germans must have enabled their latest big Power radio station. I also intercepted some voice communications. Some of the signals were bad. I recorded a paragraph. It was very interesting. My German is not very good. The Germans have been yelling, what tanks are mentioned in it, as if they are March, constantly urging to speed up." Clark pointed to the wire recorder next to him.

"What? Did you really receive voice communication? The German Army? You can't receive the German Army's signal. We are across a strait. Their voice call system can't reach that far. Maybe it's a German night. Air Bomber Force."

Lieutenant Jacob walked over to the wire recorder, put on the headset, pulled down the play switch, and there was an intermittent German conversation in the headset. "Speed ​​up, speed up, don't delay...all keep up...hurry up! Tanks move on!...the row is in...we have...red zone...report...no one here...no The enemy... Major Ahba... Let the group of guys in front move away quickly. Let open the passage..."

Hearing that Lieutenant Jacob's brows frowned here, it was indeed the voice communication of the German Army. He was the first time he heard the voice of the German Army on the radio. He has always dealt with the German Air Force, mostly voice calls between aircraft, and also intercepted the radio signal of the German Army, but they used code codes to never intercept voice calls.

"It's weird. I've never encountered this kind of thing before. I'll make a call. Ask if other stations have intercepted similar signals. Your business is doing well. It's just a small flaw. I reported." Lieutenant Jacob drank the coffee from the cup and walked to the wall-mounted telephone by the wall. He shook the handle quickly and took off the handset.

"Operator...Operator..." There was no sweet response from the Air Force Communications Center operator as usual. There was only silence. Lieutenant Jacob shook his handle a few more times, but he still didn't hear anything.

"The phone line is broken, what the hell. Everything has come together, I hope the guy at the communication office can fix it as soon as possible." Lieutenant Jacob hangs the microphone back on the phone angrily, he originally wanted to give it back later My brother called, and now it seems that the plan is going to be delayed.

But this is also a common thing, because the heavy fighter force of the Luftwaffe, I don’t know why they are in love with ultra-low-altitude raids, and they often launch sneak attacks in the early morning and dusk. Recently, the madmen's technology has been increasing, and it has developed to the point of ultra-low altitude death, often using sturdy wings to hang up telephone lines and cables. Messerschmitt flies in groups against the treetops, sweeping the barn pens and lifting the thatched roof of the barn.

"How come those guys haven't come to take over, it's so ridiculous, I think I have to tighten the discipline again." Lieutenant Jacob put the papers back in Clark's hand, he now Feeling an inexplicable irritability. I always feel that something is wrong and something is going to happen. And it should be a bad thing.

Lieutenant Jacob walked back and forth twice in the listening room, then walked to the recorder again, took the headphones and listened carefully.

"Sir, I found the German voice communication again. This time the voice was very clear. They spoke too fast. I can't understand it. Come over and listen." Clark shouted excitedly. Jacob quickly took off the recording headset, rushed to the radio station, took the headset from Clark's hand and put it on his head.

"Quickly, record it." Jacob waved his finger at Clark quickly, and the sailors rushed to the wire recorder to replace it with a new set of recording wire, and pulled down the recording switch.

"It is indeed a German, the two troops are in dialogue, maybe the superiors... Captain Ain Schager... really a mouthful name... they seem to be lost, and have been asking about a place called Vasterkleva, Well, I have never heard of it, and it sounds like a Belgian village. What do they seem to find? Order the infantry to go forward and search. I don’t know which poor guy is going to be unlucky, these savage Germans. He seems to whom Report, gray-green roof? The four communication antenna towers, um, should look like a radio station..." Lieutenant Jacob pressed the headset with one hand, and recorded the call content quickly on the recording paper with the other.

"Lieutenant..." Clark called aside.

"Wait a minute." Jacob held out his palm to Clark, preventing his men from interfering with his work.

"The German infantry rushed past, there was no sign of resistance... They captured some of the captives, and the Germans sounded very proud. Hey? Who are the Germans fighting? Is it a drill?" Jacob felt that there must be Strangely, he carefully recorded every word he heard, and wanted to notice a trace of it.

"Lieutenant!" Clark shouted again.

"What's the matter!" Jacob turned his face angrily and looked at the ignorant first-class sailor.

"Lieutenant, our roof is gray-green, and there are four radio towers standing outside." Clark's eyes were full of fear, his voice trembling and he made his guess to the chief officer.

"Wait a minute, you mean...oh my god." Jacob was frightened by his men's speculation, and he stood up in a hurry.

At this moment, the door of the listening room was kicked by a large German marching boot with spikes on the palm of the boot. A barrel of an mp38 submachine gun was exposed on the side of the door, and a voice shouted in English with a heavy accent: "The British Guo Guo inside, no need to move. Raise your hands, and honestly, If you don’t stop, I’m going to be in trouble."

"Don't shoot! We'll come out immediately!" Jacob didn't hesitate at all, he shouted loudly in German. Neither he nor Clark have guns, nor any weapons in the listening room, other than surrender. Undoubtedly, two people lifted the 50-pound large radio station and rushed out to hit the Germans. Didn't the Germans say that they would throw their hands and six eggs.

Raise your hands. Two British Air Force soldiers walked out of the door of the listening room. The bright sunlight shook Jacob's eyes, and he narrowed his eyes quickly.

When his vision was restored, Lieutenant Jacob quickly looked up and looked around. The sight in front of him almost crooked his nose. His deputy stationmaster and the other seven men were all dressed in **, squatting in a row with his head in his hands and facing the wall of the board room. Two German soldiers who looked like no good kind were watching. They had a bayonet-mounted rifle in their hands, and a grin on their chin-stubble faces.

"This group of incompetent waste, a group of idiots." I knew at a glance that the group of **** surrendered earlier than their own. It should be that the Germans were directly blocked in the bed. None of the bad people even issued a warning. Even if you scream.

"Lieutenant Jacob?" A German officer stood in front of the head of the RAF radio listening station with his head upright. He lifted his chin and looked at the panicked British in front of him from under the low brim. official.

"Your subordinates have already confessed. Don't think about tricks, Mr. Webmaster." The German official slowly walked to the side of Jacob with his hands on his back.

"My name is Horst, second lieutenant Horst Tappat. You are now a prisoner of the German Wehrmacht, I hope you can understand your current situation." The German lieutenant slowly paced. Slowly went around behind Jacob.

"What do you want to know, Lieutenant Tapat." Jacob felt all the hair on his back stand upright. He quivered and asked.

"Very good, I thought you would be like the idiot over there, and would first ask "God, how did you get here". It seems that you are a smart person, I like to communicate with smart people, because smart people always Will make the most correct choice."

The second lieutenant walked slowly to the other side of Jacob, and he took a step and whispered in Jacob's ear. "Point out the locations of several monitoring stations and command posts near you, tell us everything you know, open the safe in your office, I think the files inside are no longer useful to you."

Then he withdrew his body sharply and turned to Jacob's front. "You can also choose to stubbornly endure. I also like tough guys. I have also met some guys who think they are clever. They think they can fool us with lies, and they will only prove that what is really stupid is himself. Your subordinates There must be a lot of people who know the current affairs, I think you will also be a person who knows the current affairs"

"Of course, of course, yes, I will do all of them, please don't hurt me. I am an officer, and I demand to be treated as a prisoner of war." This German is obviously mentally impaired. Jacob felt that urine in his lower abdomen was accumulating. He had already I'm afraid I can't stand.

"Very good, Lieutenant, you did not disappoint me." Lieutenant Tapat patted Jacob's shoulder happily, then turned around and ordered the German sergeant who was standing on the side.

"Take a few people, follow him to get the password and documents, and then send him and the captives to the battalion and give it to Captain Hasler of the intelligence service."

"Understood, the platoon leader." The sergeant paid a salute to the second lieutenant, then shouted several soldiers and escorted the lieutenant of the Royal Air Force to the radio station's office.

"How, how? Isn't it very similar?" When the captive was taken away, Lieutenant Tapat, who had just looked cold and cruel, suddenly made a face at the people around him, and he quickly succumbed to the injury. The German soldiers laughed immediately.

"God, the platoon leader is exactly the same. You are a genius." a sergeant said with a smile.

"The lieutenant was so scared that he shook for a long time before he could insert the key into the lock hole of the safe. As a result, Sergeant Gilmer couldn't stand and helped him."

"I was also taken aback, the platoon leader, I thought you were possessed by Captain Hasler, no matter the expression or tone, and the way of speaking around the circle, it is exactly like this."

Listening to his subordinates, Tapart took a cigarette and proudly lit it. "Okay, we laughed enough, we still have something to do. Search this place carefully, take everything away, take away the key parts and collect all the food and weapons and ammunition you can find, We still have a big battle to fight."

"Follow the orders, the platoon leader." The soldiers dispersed after the salute.

"Oops, I forgot to ask, where exactly should that West Cave Farm go. Few of you, wait a minute, Captain Einshag has exploded." Tapat's stunned pat After patting his head, he trot all the way to the captive **** team in the distance to catch up. (To be continued)