Battle of the Third Reich

In the evening, the breeze from the south dissipated the heat on the concrete runway. ▲∴▲∴, Air Force logistics personnel and some pilots who completed daytime duties put up folding chairs and small tables on the lawn next to the runway. They watched the beautiful scenery of the sunset while enjoying the rare battlefield A moment of tranquility.

The pilots drank the British beer seized from the Royal Air Force Officer Club and chewed the German pork knuckles carefully cooked in their own field kitchen. They stewed the fat pork legs until half-cooked, then grilled them in the oven and took a bite to peel The crispy meat is tender, fragrant and delicious.

Ground crews can only drink some cola and sodas because they still need to be on duty at night, but their meals are like the pilots, each holding a mouthful of pork. Because on the front line of the battlefield, all kinds of supplies have been opened up, and the battle situation has been determined. These fighters who don’t hesitate to win blood and sweat should be rewarded and rewarded.

To the Germans, it is a little regret that there is no way to taste the local flavor for the time being, because the British military lacks food, and the food warehouse only has a pile of wheat flour, canned cured meat and rapidly spoiling potatoes.

"Look, look, it seems like a big man is coming." A pilot pushed his companion beside him with his elbow. A team of high-end cars drove from the office area on the side of the airport. Two three-wheeled motorcycles were driving in the front, followed by several military trucks at the end. The shed was tightly covered and I didn’t know what was inside.

"It seems to be, maybe a general of the group army, do you still have beer here?" The companion looked lazily and thought there was nothing to fuss about.

"It's getting dark. There are a lot of bugs here. You should finish eating quickly and drink at the club later."

The convoy slowly crossed the taxiway and ran over the flat lawn between the runways. On the lawn were the trucks of the Legion Logistics Camp. Dozens of three-ton military trucks were neatly arranged in a square matrix.

Bijinshan Air Force Base was temporarily used jointly by the Army and the Air Force. This was approved by the Headquarters. The Air Force’s unusual cooperation on this issue. Milch didn't express his dissatisfaction with the same as before. Most people think that it should be related to the identity of this army unit, because it is the three-headed Cyborg, the direct army of the head of state.

"It's almost time. General." Mueller's adjutant reminded.

"Are you ready?" Mueller opened the door and walked down his Mercedes-Benz sedan. The lieutenant stepped forward to help him smooth out the folds in his military uniform and organize his military.

"It's all prepared according to your wishes. The logistics department has sorted out the headquarters banquet hall. We have found several famous British chefs. Some have previously served for the British royal family." Lieutenant Henchie reported.

"Is it reliable"

"No problem, these people are very satisfied with the remuneration, and our people will supervise their work throughout. These are just cooks, and they will not take small lives to take risks. Look, General, the plane has already arrived." The adjutant finished pointing at the east Sky.

I saw a large passenger plane approaching slowly in the dark night sky before night fell. The height of the aircraft has been reduced to five or six hundred meters, and the dazzling red and green navigation lights on the wing tips can be clearly seen on the ground.

The Air Force pilots had already finished their dinner at this time, and they were not interested in the visiting big men, and they walked across the lawn carrying utensils in twos and threes. Ready to go back to the barracks to find a place to clean, and heard the sound of the engine coming from the air. Many people turned their heads in the professional habit and searched for the air in the air.

"It seems to be 200." said one pilot.

"The sound of the engine is not like, is it the new model."

Some people stopped and they were interested in the plane. The side lights of the runway were turned on, illuminating the sky above the airport, and the plane circled around the airport, showing off the sign under the wing.

"It's the base camp, the eagle emblem is the plane of the head of state," a sharp-eyed pilot exclaimed.

Regarding the identification of high-level German special planes, German fighter pilots also took classes specifically for this purpose. At this time, the enemy-friend identification system is still in its infancy. The identity of your own aircraft can only be displayed on the ground radar, and you still have to rely on the naked eye of the pilot to identify the enemy and the enemy in the air. As aircraft designers from all over the world are learning from each other, there are many designs with similar appearances, which are encountered when the visual environment is not good. Oolong often kills his allies in wars.

After a week of detours, the special plane began to land slowly, and the six 109 fighters who served as escorts continued to hover in the air. The head of the special plane pilot's aircraft is very superb. He gently controlled the three wheels of the aircraft to land at the same time. The aircraft smoothly taxied on the runway for a distance. Stopped steadily in front of the team.

The cabin door at the rear opened, and two ground crews rushed forward to help the flight attendants lower the folding gangway beside the cabin. The headlights of cars and trucks lit up the runway. In the eyes that everyone expected, Weierle appeared at the door of the cabin. He looked out first, and then stepped on the steps of the ramp carefully.

"Welcome to the UK, Your Excellency Chief of Staff." Mueller stepped forward to greet the chief of staff of the head of state, the former chief of staff of the legion.

"I'm glad to see you, Mueller." Weierle walked to Mueller and gave the Legion Commander a hug with a smile.

"I saw your report in the headquarters, you played very well, the heads of state are very satisfied, we are all proud of you." Weiler patted Mueller's back, and then smiled while holding the other hand Said.

"Thank you very much. I am extremely honored to be affirmed by the head of state." Mueller said loudly.

"Okay, don't follow me on this set." Weiller smiled and let go of Mueller's hand, turning his face to look at the welcoming team.

"The purpose of my coming here must be that you already know. Mueller, I want to talk to you separately about some issues. I brought the order of the head of state." Weiler whispered to Mueller.

"Understood, I prepared a room for you at the base's senior officer's apartment, and arranged a welcome banquet at the same time. Please don't say anything. After all, your Excellency represents the head of state and the headquarters. Many people want to take this opportunity to meet you." Le extended his left hand and made an invitation gesture.

"Then take me to the residence first, I need to wash it." Weiler nodded and followed Mueller towards the team.

"According to reliable information, the special envoy of the German head of state will arrive in London tonight." Sir Harrison carefully lifted the curtain and looked at the street outside the window.

The entire block has been blacked out. It is said that someone deliberately damaged the cable and pointed at the criminal gang in the Eastern District. They tried to robbery in the dark, but in Harrison's view, this is another alarmist nonsense, now Which Londoner does not have one or two self-defense weapons in his hands, at this time trying to enter the robbery will absolutely risk his life.

After nightfall, most of London’s urban areas were plunged into darkness. This seems to be a means of control by the Germans. The Germans purposely cut off the circuits of most residential communities in order to let the citizens stay as much as possible. Don't go out and add chaos to your own home.

London’s night is not peaceful, and there are frequent gunshots from all over the city. Some citizen groups and military police are still sticking to the barricade, because the British government has not issued a ceasefire order, and no one has come forward to ask for the Self-Defense Forces. And the police gave up resistance. These devoted people are not only stubborn but also very strong. Like the martyrs of the Middle Ages, they are determined to fight until the last moment to protect the British Empire. They used their old weapons to fight the Germans armed to the teeth, and every barricade was broken, which meant that dozens of brave souls rose to heaven.

Harrison looked into the city center through the gap between the curtains. He lived on the top floor of a six-story apartment on the south side of Hyde Park, diagonally opposite the Royal Academy of Music. From the window of his room, the tower of Elizabeth Tower could be seen at a glance. steeple. The location of Whitehall Street is now brightly lit, where a feast of revelry is taking place, Westminster is the core of the British Empire, carrying the glorious history of the empire, as well as countless documents and secrets, these are in Ordinary people may just have a pile of worthless waste paper, but in their eyes, there are countless wealth and benefits.

"I advise you to leave the window quickly. One of my servants was shot like this and is still unconscious in the hospital." Lord Claude lit a new candle and picked it up. On the head of the candle.

"Don't read it, Harrison, just wait for you, who will shuffle." Dr. Sever pulled out a stack of banknotes from the inner pocket of the suit and put it on hand.

"How did our liaison respond to whether the Germans agreed to our request? If they were not satisfied, they could come forward and discuss everything. If an agreement can be reached, we can still make appropriate concessions." Harrison walked back to the table. He shuffled the playing cards and asked Scott on the side.

"No response yet. You know how difficult it is to reach the top of the German government. We must be patient, gentlemen."

"The German team occupied the Bank of England in the afternoon, and my people have already had a relationship with their commander. It is said that it is the German Cypriot Corps, a direct force of the German head of state, and can directly contact their head of state. I think we Two hands should be prepared. If Mr. Scott can’t get through, we can still have a backup plan." Lord Claude took a pocket watch from his pocket and put it in front of him.

"I think it's better to wait patiently and wait and see, now it's their turn to play cards," Dr. Sever asked with a handful of poker.

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