Battle of the Third Reich

The field airfield numbered g04, 150 kilometers away from Frederick Air Force Base, was built on a glade surrounded by dense woods. If not looking down from the sky, ordinary people wouldn’t even know here. There was even an airport hidden. ∽↗∽↗,

Under the scorching sun, the metal lustrous steel runway, Colonel Dougan stood under a awning of camouflage woodland debris, wearing only a white linen shirt on his upper body, holding the sleeves high, with a telescope in his hands. Looking around the airport. Beside the colonel, Major Randolph, in a white summer uniform, sat on a small folding chair, breathing out like a hot dog with his tongue sticking out.

"What do you look like? There is lemonade in the bucket. Pour a glass yourself. I can't stand it after running this distance. I will give you more training after going back."

"I know, Colonel." Randolph rushed to the side of the insulated bucket when he heard the boss Kahn, picked up the paper cup buckled on the top, and poured himself a glass of cool lemonade.

"Oh, God, this is great." Holding the paper cup, Randolph couldn't help but let out a breath. In this hot summer afternoon, drinking a glass of iced lemonade with mint is a heavenly treat.

"Guardian flag team ready? All the outposts have been carefully checked?" Dogen glanced at the major with a soothing expression on the side holding the paper cup, and frowned slightly.

"Stark stared there, there would be no problem." Randolph held the paper cup in one hand and wiped the sweat on the back of the head with the handkerchief in one hand, and then he noticed that the boss's face suddenly became a little bad.

"Oh, I mean, yes! It's all checked, Colonel!" Randolph hurriedly threw away the paper cup in his hand, and answered with a straight voice.

"Huh." Dogen glanced at his men again, and the reaction was fairly quick this time.

"How long do you have to wait, Colonel." After a while, Dougan ignored him, and Randolph moved slowly to the insulated barrel. Pour yourself another glass of lemonade.

"I don't know, you can't wait any longer?" Dogen said, putting his telescope down and turning his head.

"No, Colonel, cough cough." Randolph almost choked. After a few coughs, I hurriedly answered.

"It's no problem at all, Colonel, I can wait for a long time."

"If you are bored, you can check the defense around."

"Not boring at all, Colonel."

"Very well. Stay here obediently. The head of state's plane may land at any time." Dougan hung his glasses on his chest, pulled out a small notebook from his chest pocket, and raised his wrist to see After looking at the time, he then picked up the pencil in his notebook and started taking notes on the notebook.

Seeing that the sergeant began to write and write on the small book again, Randolph sat back softly on his little folding chair. The sun was scorching. Under a large awning not far from the apron, a group of base officers and pilots, ground crews and the like were gathering together to chat. I didn't know what happy things were said, and there were continuous bursts of laughter. The solitary and Dougan squatted beside the runway. Randolph felt a little bored and wanted to join in the excitement. On the occasion of being bored, the major hand of the SS major was re-offended. He picked up the ug500 portable radio on the small table next to him and turned the FM **** on the top to play.

"Shasha" suddenly heard a static noise, and then the intermittent call sounded in the speaker.

"Here I have received the finished listening" sounds like German, and Randolph suddenly got excited.

"Who speaks there, report your number." This portable walkie-talkie is the latest German product. It is distributed by the elite of the German army. This frequency does not belong to the guard flag team. Obviously there is also a German army nearby equipped with the same communication equipment.

"Maybe it's a bit far away, and the signals can't be distinguished clearly." Randolph carefully adjusted the FM knob, increasing the volume of the microphone.

"Report your number." Randolph shouted loudly on the walkie-talkie.

"Randolph, who are you talking to?" Dougan stood behind Randolph. He asked with a sullen face, he had already said that he did not know how many times, this communication tool was not a toy.

"I don't know, maybe it's too far away, the signal is a little weak." Randolph was all focused on the unknown unit opposite him at this time, not realizing that Colonel Dougan's air pressure was dropping rapidly.

The signal that "here is not" is still intermittent.

"No. The other party may be near us." Dougan was also interested, but his focus was obviously different from Randolph. After grabbing the walkie-talkie from Randolph, Dougan adjusted several knobs skillfully.

"Under good conditions, the radio distance is about five kilometers, and it can be farther away without obstacles. Although we are surrounded by woods, there is a certain amount of interference with the radio signal, so this unit Probably not far from us."

"Do you think there is a problem?" Randolph, who was frustrated after the toy was robbed, hurriedly asked nervously after seeing the serious expression of Colonel Dougan.

"It's possible, maybe it's just troops passing by. There's a road not far from the woods." Dogen said while playing with the walkie-talkie knob.

"Do you want to send someone to check it out."

"There is a checkpoint next to the highway. You can make a phone call to see if there are troops passing by, and at the same time order the guards of the base to strengthen the security. At this time, we must not let go of any suspicious clues." No longer receiving the call signal, Dougin adjusted the frequency of the walkie-talkie back to its original position and put it back on the table.

"Comply, Colonel." Randolph quickly stood up and saluted Dougan, and ran quickly towards the big awning. He asked the base commander to give orders.

Just when the base was busy raising the alert level because of the discovery of Major Randolph, a huge fleet appeared on the horizon, and the roar of the engine rumbled far away.

"It should be them, the guard flag team! Stark, bring your people here!" Dougan started the phone and called out loudly.

"Observe, Colonel." Captain Risdaq's voice was clear and loud. Dougan could not help scratching his ears, and then turned down the volume of the microphone.

"Very good." Putting down the walkie-talkie, Colonel Dougan picked up his uniform from the folding chair on the side, and then dressed meticulously.

This is a fleet consisting of two Junker ju52 transport planes and thirteen fighter jets. The five-finger formation consisting of five bf109 fighter jets flying in front is also guarded by a four-plane formation on each side of the transport plane. After approaching the airport runway, the fleet's queue began to be reorganized, and then one followed closely, circling slowly over the airport, waiting to enter the landing route.

The first to land was the BF109 formation, which led the captain to complete a textbook-like landing. It can be seen that the pilot’s technology is very sophisticated. The three wheels touch the ground almost simultaneously, and the entire landing process is like a finger touch. Silk is smooth. The following wingmen also performed very well, and within just two minutes, five Messerschmitts landed safely on the runway.

"Pay attention to all!" Stark shouted the password loudly, and the soldiers of the Guard Banner held their guns upright, and everyone held their breaths, watching the blue-grey ju52 in the air slowly descending. The flight quality of this transport plane is excellent, almost falling like a leaf and running up. Aunt Juncker’s engine exhaust pipe spewed blue smoke and slowly slid to the tarmac beside the runway. Before the propeller stopped, the soldiers of the two guard flag teams ran quickly to both sides of the door. The flight attendants on the plane opened the cabin door, and the soldiers helped him to place the folding pedal skillfully.

"Salute!" Stark roared loudly, and under the scorching sun, the SS members erected their rifles neatly to salute the heads of state. Dougan hurried forward, waiting in front of the cabin door.

Disenhofen was the first to get off the plane as always. The young head of the adjutant first looked nervously around, saw Dogen waiting for him, and then grabbed his arm and said in his ear Start talking. Stark looked at this scene curiously, this was the first time this happened. Not knowing what Disenhofen said, a strange surprised expression suddenly appeared on Dougan's face.

"Have you not stopped him alone?" Stark vaguely heard Colonel Dougan yell in the roar of the engine.

"He is the head of state!" Disenhofen spread his hands helplessly, and Colonel Dougan stomped violently, turning around and hurried towards the guard flag team.

"Stark, bring a few people with me." Dougan ordered loudly.

"Where are you? Colonel." Stark's face was inexplicable, and the head of state hadn't got off the plane yet.

"Don't care so much, keep up." Dogen yelled loudly as he ran towards the apron at the other end of the taxiway.

"Hey, what's going on, where is the colonel, head of state?" Randolph rushed to the plane with the base commander after he finished the order of Dougan, just to see the portrait of Colonel Dougan A wild wild horse ran towards the distance, and he questioned Disenhofen, who was preparing to trail him, questioning.

"The head of state is on that Messerschmitt fighter!"

"What did you say?" Randolph thought he should have heard something wrong.

"That leader's fighter." Disenhofen pointed to a team of bf109s who were turning around on the taxiway in the distance.

"You mean the head of state" Randolph grew his mouth.

"Not yet keep up." Disenhofen shouted as he ran forward.

"My God!" Randolph and the base commander glanced at each other, then spread their legs and flew away.

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