Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 400: Connector (top)
At this time, Zuwara was just an ordinary seaport town in western Libya. This later capital of Rini Gethhums Province, at this time, the total population was only more than 3,000.
This is a standard Mediterranean fishing port. The water along the coast is very shallow and full of coral reefs. That small port cannot accommodate large ships at all.
Finally, the local fishery resources are still rich. The Mediterranean is equally generous to everyone. There are a large number of natural sponges growing at the bottom of the shallow sea nearby. This was a very scarce resource at the time. At this time, although artificial sponges have begun to enter the stage of mass production, some of the characteristics of natural sponges cannot be replaced by those artificial products.
The fishermen and sponge collectors here will go out to sea in simple wooden boats every morning, and will not return until the sunset in the evening. They will use their hard work for a day’s hard work in exchange for living money from the merchants. Life comes day after day, year after year.
Although it faces the sea, freshwater resources are not abundant here. Groundwater is only enough for daily use by residents, and cannot meet the irrigation needs of agricultural fields. The local environment is unable to grow rice and other crops, but it is very suitable for the growth of olive trees, so there are many large and small olive plantations on the outskirts of the city, and hundreds of tons of high-quality olive oil are produced here every year. Except for local consumption, most of them are sent to the local Italian market.
This town cannot be self-sufficient. Most of the daily necessities and food of the residents need to be imported from the outside. The sponge and olive oil industry has brought many business opportunities here, but it has also contributed to the town’s prosperity. However, with the influx of traders and migrant workers, the security situation here has become a little more complicated. The local Italian police are completely messing around, relying most of the time on the local clans to handle matters on the ground.
Julian entered Zuwara in a donkey cart carrying vegetables and eggs. The vendors who drove the cart delivered fresh ingredients to the two restaurants in the town on time every day.
The French had carefully disguised himself in advance, and I believe that now Abdul is not even able to recognize him when he is standing in front of him.
The encounter in Loire Springs made him more alert, especially when Abdul told him that there were Germans in the cavalry squad, he was almost certain that his whereabouts were once again exposed, these cavalry The target of the search should be yourself.
Because Julian was not with the guide, the cavalry did not embarrass Abdul's master and apprentice. After verification, they simply returned the seized luggage and camels to the Moroccans. The cavalry didn't even search the luggage in the luggage carefully. Perhaps they thought this young and old didn't look like a smuggler. Julian knew that if these people were a little more serious, they would be able to find a lot of things carried by Europeans, but now that these are meaningless, Julian regards them as another miracle given to him by God.
From the moment he set off in Paris, he has encountered too many accidents along the way. He has been very low-key, but some troubles will always come to him automatically for some reason.
Julian is very aware of the importance of the documents he is carrying, and when he crosses the French mainland, he is tense all the time.
He always felt that there was a pair of mysterious eyes behind him monitoring his every move, but no matter how many times he changed the line, how many ways he learned to get out, but he could not get rid of this gaze tracking. He even thought that he might be nervous, probably because of excessive mental stress, but when he sneaked aboard a fishing boat crossing the Mediterranean and set foot on the land of North Africa, the gaze that had always been like a gangrene suddenly disappeared. At this time, he suddenly realized that what he had felt before might not have been an illusion.
It is obvious that his mission is no longer a secret. Someone within the organization must have leaked the news. What happened later proved his judgment. The local liaison officer in Tunisia told him that some core members of the organization in mainland France were arrested one after another, and his identity may have been exposed, even the underground network of the organization in North Africa. No matter how safe they are, the French may launch a search against them at any time.
The liaison officer said that if he hadn't been waiting for his arrival, he had already figured out a way to transfer. Finally, the person gave Julian a piece of paper with a name and an address on it, and asked him to reach the place within fifteen days and connect with the person on the piece of paper. The other party will tell him what to do next. .
Julian followed the man's arrangement and came to the small border town of Tunisia, and hired two local guides to try to sneak across the Libyan border. Everyone knows the rest of the matter, and finally there is no danger, Julian arrived in Libya safely.
But when he was on his way to the destination and stepped into a border town, that indescribable feeling appeared again, and then it was just like his encounter in France, even if he was on the desert. , This feeling of being watched still hasn't weakened a bit.
"This is a natural spy. He can feel that someone is watching him. He rarely encounters such a keen opponent. Under normal circumstances, this kind of goal is the most difficult to deal with." In the town of Zuwara On the roof terrace of a small two-story building, a man in a gray Arabian robe is holding a telescope to observe Julian sitting on a donkey cart.
"For me, there is no difficult target. They only have the difference between life and death. According to the data, this man was once a sergeant in the French army and received some basic military training. This kind of target can't cause me at all. Threat." The man who spoke was wearing a gray-white suit, a straw hat on his head, and a sniper rifle covered with stripes on his gun. He was observing Julian with a scope, dividing The thread was firmly pressed on the French head.
"No suspicious person was found around, no one seems to follow him." The robe man said in a deep voice.
"This is good news. When he arrives at the predetermined location and connects to the No. 3 target, our mission will be completed." The sniper looked away from the scope, and he picked up a telescope to check the surrounding roof. .
The basic living conditions of the residents of Zuwara are pretty good. Many families have built adobe flat-roof houses unique to North Africa, but families with good status and good economy will add another two floors to the roof. Most live in bungalows.
At this time, it was the morning. Most of them went to workshops or went to sea for work. There were not many pedestrians on the street. There were a few Papar women with beautiful silk scarves dragging small trailers with water tanks on the street. Passing by, there were a few local idlers sitting in the shadow of the building chatting. This is a very ordinary day in this North African town. No one would have thought that there was a stranger hidden in the donkey cart in front of him that was slowly moving on the street, and no one would have thought that there would be two other foreign visitors who are now squatting on the top of a building hundreds of meters away to watch. Along this street.
"The Italian Military Intelligence Agency is going crazy this time. I can imagine the expression on the face of that Major Giordano. This is Mussolini's order! You know, Mussolini!" Sniper The hand shook his index finger, imitating the accent of an Italian intelligence officer.
"Haha, you really have this talent. If one day you quit this business, would you be interested in going to the film industry? I know a few well-known directors." The robe man laughed and joked with himself. Colleagues.
"I don't have this idea. I like my current job very much. It is both stressful and exciting, and I can still get a large salary." The sniper put down his binoculars and picked up his rifle again.
"Now he has arrived at his destination, only waiting for target number three to appear."
"Attention, there is a car coming from the east. The sign is the Italian military police." The sniper reminded in a low voice.
"Damn it, these guys never run out at this time~IndoMTL.com~I hope there won't be any problems." The robe man quickly adjusted the focus of the telescope.
"What should we do now."
"Wait a second, target number three may appear at any time." The man in the robe said calmly while holding the telescope.
The round-headed and round-headed Italian Fiat car drove along the street. The speed was not very fast. Perhaps the quality of the fuel burned was problematic. The engine exhaust pipe was banging and black smoke was sprayed out. The body was painted Plenty of colorful camouflage, and a huge white military police logo painted on the radiator of the car front.
Julian was climbing out of the donkey cart at this time. A wooden cage containing a few hens just overturned on top of him, causing his Arab robe to be stained with chicken feathers and chicken shit. The sun This smell can be suffocating when steamed.
"Thank you very much, God has blessed you." Julian stuffed a banknote into the vendor's hand, and then shook his hand to bid farewell.
When Julian turned his head to find the military police, the small car painted with yellow and green camouflage had already stopped in front of him.
"Stop." A military police called at the window.
"Come here, don't look at the side, it's you!" The military policeman sitting in the driver's seat shook his finger at Julian.
"God grants you peace, sir." Julian suppressed his nervousness and saluted the opponent tremblingly.
"I have never seen you. Where are you from? Do you have any documents?" The chubby Italian military police sergeant asked loudly, putting his hand on the window of the car.