Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 97: Wilson Four

The Wilson 4 radio monitoring station is one of dozens of radio monitoring stations under the Royal Air Force Fighter Command. www.geiliwx.com

Before the war started, the United Kingdom had been committed to research on intercepting radio signals and collecting communication intelligence, but due to the complexity and change 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 take the second place. It starts with collecting basic radio signals, then screens and selects them by specialized intelligence agencies, and finally deciphers them by professional decipherers. This process is simple to say, but in fact it is very boring and cumbersome. It consumes manpower and material resources and the overall workload is unimaginable. No department has the ability to complete this kind of work alone. Picking out the piece of information they want from the vast array of radio signals, the initial identification alone can drive the managers crazy.

So this work was divided between the Air Force and the Navy. They have their own independent radio communication system, sufficient manpower and material resources to complete the initial collection work, and each has a large number of very skilled radio operators who can Complete the initial screening work from the beginning. For example, identify military frequencies from a bunch of civilian frequencies, and decipher some of the simple clear codes. In the end, those encrypted communications that cannot be deciphered will be recorded, collected and handed over to professional intelligence departments for processing.

The monitoring station of the Royal Air Force is also responsible for the task of monitoring the enemy's airborne radio communications. From some clues, the rules of the enemy's air force communication can be judged. Some important military intelligence is obtained from it, such as the designation of the flight team, the station, the type of aircraft, and the names and ranks 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 British Royal Air Force in Kent. It is very ordinary and has no special features. The total establishment is only ten people, eight radio monitors, and the chief and deputy directors. Four monitors get on the computer to monitor at work, and they work in shifts every four hours. The personnel who have changed their posts cannot be idle. It is necessary to sort out and identify the code recorded by oneself, and then take it away by the truck that delivers daily supplies every afternoon and hand it over to the superior department. If it is found that very important information has been intercepted. This situation has not happened once so far. The monitoring station must immediately report to the higher command headquarters via a wired telephone, and the written record should be sent to the command headquarters by a dedicated person.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lieutenant Jacob, the head of the monitoring station, walked into the radio monitoring room with coffee. The weather was good in the morning, but the lieutenant's heart was dark. He had a whole nightmare last night. He was going to wait a while to call his brother who was serving in the fortress of Dover. Maybe he could find a time to meet him.

Generally, from midnight to sunrise, air radio communications will gradually decrease, and pilots are also human and need normal sleep. Therefore, there are only two monitors on duty for these two shifts from 12pm to 8am. If someone wants to, they can be on two shifts alone in exchange for an eight-hour day off 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.

"Yes, lieutenant, Gasper had a fever last night, I told him to go back and rest." The first-class sailor Clarke wearing headphones, while responding to the officer's inquiry, he wrote on a telegram draft. .

"Why are there so many?" Lieutenant Jacob stood behind Clark with his coffee. He looked at the thick pile of radio records on the console.

"Lieutenant, I think something is wrong. Since two o'clock this morning, I have monitored a lot of radio communications from unknown sources, some of which are very strong, as if they are being sent nearby. The communications are very dense, and they are occupied. The six frequencies seem to be a new type of code. I have never seen it before." Clark stopped the pen in his hand and handed the telegram that he had just recorded to the lieutenant.

"The garbled code in groups of six, the letters and numbers arranged in disorder, is the style of the Germans. They first used similar communication codes in the navy. My friends in the naval intelligence department mentioned this. You said from It started at two o’clock this morning? The communication frequency suddenly increased like a sudden? The last time we encountered this situation was before the Battle of Dunkirk. At that time, you had not transferred to this monitoring station. Big action. Has the direction of the signal been detected? Has the voice communication been intercepted? Why didn't it report to me immediately?" Lieutenant Jacob frowned and looked at the communication record in his hand. Most of them were garbled. Communication, there are some four-digit passwords that seem to be in another format. If there is no password table, people can only be confused.

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

"Thank you, sir. I have carried out the signal sideways, but the strange thing is that most of the signals come from the north and there are also northeast directions. I think it may be Norway and Belgium. Some signals are very strong. The Germans must have enabled them The latest high-power radio station. I also intercepted some voice communications, some signals, I recorded a section, which is very interesting. My German is not very good, and the Germans have been yelling and talking about some tanks, it seems They are marching, constantly urging to speed up." Clark pointed to the wire tape recorder beside him and said.

"What? Did you really receive the voice communication? From the German Army? You can't receive the signal from the German Army. We are separated by a strait. Their voice communication system can't reach that far. Maybe it's Germany. Human night bomber force."

Lieutenant Jacob walked to the wire recorder, put on his earphones, and turned down the playback switch. The intermittent German conversation immediately sounded in the earphones. "Speed ​​up, speed up, don't delay...All of you keep up...Hurry up! The tanks keep going!...A row is actually in...We're already in the red zone... Report... There is no one here... There are no enemies... Major Akhba... Let the group of guys in front quickly move away. Get out of the way..."

Heard Lieutenant Jacob frowned. It was indeed the voice communication of the German Army. This was the first time he heard the voice of the German Army on the radio. The German Air Force has always dealt with him. Most of the voice calls between aircrafts have also intercepted the German Army's radio signals, but they all use code codes and have never intercepted voice calls.

"It’s weird. I’ve never encountered such a 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, you It should have been reported to me earlier." Lieutenant Jacob drank the coffee in the cup in one sip, walked to the wall-mounted telephone by the wall, shook the handle quickly and took off the handset.

"Operator... Operator..." There was no sweet response from the Air Force Communication Center operator as usual from the microphone. There is only silence. Lieutenant Jacob shook the handle vigorously a few more times, but still did not hear any movement.

"The phone line is broken, what a hell. Everything has come together, and I hope the guys at the communications office can fix it as soon as possible." Lieutenant Jacob angrily hung up the handset. He originally wanted to stay. I called my brother later, and now it seems that this plan will be postponed.

But this is also a common occurrence, because the heavy fighter forces of the Luftwaffe are so enthusiastic about ultra-low-altitude raids. They often launch sneak attacks in the early morning and evening. Recently, the technology of that group of lunatics has become more and more advanced, and it has developed to the level of ultra-low altitude. They often use solid wings to hang up telephone lines and cables. Messerschmidt flew close to the treetops in groups, strafed the pigsty and bullpen, and knocked off the thatched roof of the barn.

"Why don't those guys come to take over? It's really outrageous. I think I must be strict with discipline again." Lieutenant Jacob put the records back into the record pile beside Clark , He now feels 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 in the monitoring room twice, then walked to the tape recorder, took the headphones and listened carefully.

"Sir, I found the German voice communication again. This time, the voice is very clear. Their speech speed is too fast. I don't understand. Come and listen." Clark exclaimed in excitement. Jacob quickly took off the recording earphones, rushed to the radio station, took the earphones from Clarke and put them on his head.

"Quickly, quickly, record it." Jacob quickly shook his finger at Clark, and the sailor hurriedly ran to the wire recorder and replaced it with a new recording wire, and flipped the recording switch.

"It is indeed the Germans, the two troops are talking, maybe the superiors and subordinates... Captain Einschagg... It's really a slurred name... They seem to be lost and they have been asking someone named Gas. The place of Tklavar, well, I’ve never heard of it. It sounds like a Belgian village. They seem to have found something? Ordered the infantry to come forward and search. I don’t know which poor guy is going to be unlucky, these savage Germans People. Who does he seem to report to, the gray-green roof? Four communication antenna towers, well, it looks like a radio communication station..." Lieutenant Jacob pressed the headset with one hand and quickly on the recording paper with the other. The content of the call is recorded.

"Lieutenant..." Clark called from the side.

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

"The German infantry rushed past, showing no signs of resistance... They caught some captives, and the Germans sounded quite proud. Hey? Who are the Germans fighting against? Is it an exercise?" Jacob Bu felt that there must be something strange. He carefully recorded every word he heard, hoping to detect a clue from it.

"Lieutenant!" Clark shouted again.

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

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

"Wait a minute, you mean... my goodness." Jacob was frightened by his subordinates' speculation, and he hurriedly stood up.

At this moment, the door of the monitoring room was kicked open by a large German marching boot with cleats on the sole. A section of the barrel of an mp38 submachine gun was exposed on the side of the door, and a voice shouted in English with a strong accent: "There is no need to move the Ying Guo Leng inside. Raise your hands and be honest and rough. If you don’t stop, I’ll be arrogant."

"Don't shoot! Let's get out!" Jacob didn't hesitate at all, he shouted to him in German. Neither he nor Clark had a gun, nor did he have any weapons in the monitoring room, what else could be done except surrender. Is it possible that two people lifted the fifty-pound large radio station and rushed out to hit the Germans. Didn't you hear that the Germans said they were going to throw their hands together?

Raise your hands up. Two British Air Force soldiers walked out of the door of the monitoring room. The bright sunlight made Jacob's eyes sting, and he squinted quickly.

When his eyesight was restored, Lieutenant Jacob quickly raised his eyes and looked around. As a result, the scene in front of him almost tilted his nose. His deputy station commander and the other seven subordinates were all dressed only, holding their heads in their hands and squatting in a row facing the wall of the board room. Two German soldiers who looked nothing like kindness were watching over them. There was a rifle with a bayonet in it, and a stubborn smile on his chin and stubble face.

"This group of incompetent rubbish, a group of idiots." At first glance, I knew that this group of **** surrendered earlier than they themselves. It should have been blocked by the Germans directly. None of this group of bad people issued a warning. Even if you scream.

"Lieutenant Jacob?" A German official stood in front of the RAF radio monitoring station master with his chest high. He raised his chin and looked at the man in front of him from under the low brim with a panic expression. The British official.

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

"My name is Horst, Ensign Horst Tapat. You are now a captive of the German Wehrmacht. I hope you can understand your current situation." The German ensign paced slowly. . Slowly walked behind Jacob.

"What do you want to know, Lieutenant Tapat." Jacob felt all the hairs on his back stand up. He asked tremblingly.

"Very well, I thought you would be like that idiot over there, you 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 will always make the most correct choice."

The second lieutenant walked slowly to Jacob's other side, 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 in it are no longer of any use to you."

Then he drew back abruptly and turned to the front of Jacob. "You can also choose to resist to the end. I also like tough guys. I have also met some guys who think they are smart. They think they can fool us with lies, but in the end it will only prove that the real stupid is himself. Your subordinates There must be many people who are aware of current affairs in China. I think you will be a person who knows current affairs."

"Of course, of course, yes, I will do everything, please don't hurt me. I am an officer and I want to be treated as a prisoner of war." The German is obviously mentally ill, and Jacob feels a pee in his lower abdomen is accumulating , He was so scared that he could hardly stand.

"Very well, very well, Lieutenant, you really did not disappoint me." Lieutenant Tappat happily patted Jacob on the shoulder, then turned and ordered the German sergeant standing aside.

"Take a few people, follow him to get the passwords and documents, and then send him and the prisoners to the camp and hand them to Captain Hasler in the Intelligence Department."

"Understood, platoon leader." The sergeant saluted the second lieutenant, and then called out a few soldiers, escorting the Royal Air Force lieutenant to the office of the radio station.

"How, how? Is it very similar?" When the captive was taken away, Lieutenant Tapat, who had a cruel look just now, suddenly made a grimace at the men next to him. The German soldier who had suffered a secret injury immediately burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, platoon leader, you are exactly the same, you are such a genius." a sergeant said loudly with a smile.

"The lieutenant was so scared to pee. After shaking for a long time, he could not insert the key into the keyhole of the safe. As a result, Sergeant Gilmer couldn't stand it and stepped forward to help him~IndoMTL.com~Me too I was taken aback, platoon leader. I thought you were possessed by Captain Hasler. Whether it’s your expression or tone of voice, and the way you talk around people, it’s exactly like this."

Listening to the subordinates' flattery, Tapat proudly took out a cigarette and lit it. "Well, laugh enough, we still have business to do. Search this place carefully, take away everything that can be taken away, and remove the key parts that can't be taken away, and collect all the food, weapons and ammunition you can find. We still have a big battle to fight."

"Yes, platoon leader." The soldiers hurled away after saluting.

"Oops, I forgot to ask, where exactly should the Wester Cavern farm go. You guys, wait a minute, Captain Einsharg is about to explode." Thapat regrets He patted his head brain, trot all the way towards the prisoners in the distance and escorted the team to catch up. (To be continued)

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