Battle of the Third Reich

"Baron Ryerson, this is the coffee you want." The flight attendant wearing a blue-gray dress put a cup of coffee on the small table in front of Baron Heinrich von Ryerson.

"Thank you." The baron nodded graciously to the pretty waiter.

"How far are we from Cairo?" a man sitting on the other side of the cabin asked.

"Please wait a moment, I'll ask the captain." The waiter answered with a smile, and then walked to the front cabin with the tray.

"This is your third cup of coffee on this plane." The man turned his head and said to the baron.

"Don't worry, Schultz, I promise to finish it before landing." Baron Ryerson scooped a spoonful of granulated sugar from the sugar bowl on the table.

"You are intentional, you know I am not referring to this." Schultz was a little helpless to this friend's slippery head.

"Okay, Schultz, what do you want to talk about." Ryerson stirred the fragrant coffee and looked away from the porthole.

"I feel that this work will be tricky, don't you worry about it at all." Schultz stroked his short gray hair, he was less than 40 years old, but his hairline had already retreated behind his ears. .

"Are you questioning the head's decision?" The baron picked up the coffee with a teasing smile on his face.

"God, you whisper." Schultz said in a low voice, then stretched his neck and glanced at the rear of the cabin.

"But sitting behind a whole dozen of the SS," Schultz reminded.

"Don't worry, they just stopped by with us and parted ways when we arrived in Cairo." The baron took a sip of coffee and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Do you know the leading lieutenant colonel in the SS? I think he is familiar and should have been seen there." Schultz whispered.

"Maybe I met at a military parade, you know I don't remember people's faces very well." The baron took out his handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"So you can find a job at the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Schultz said.

"I have three Ph.D.s, and I can use six languages ​​proficiently. I am quick-minded, sociable, handsome, and extraordinary in family." The baron said with a proud face.

"God, I have been in the same class with you for four years, but I didn't realize that you are a narcissist." Schultz said, covering his face.

"Make no mistake, Schultz, this is my self-confidence." The baron shook his finger at Schultz.

"Well, confident Baron Ryerson, can you tell me now, what should we do after arriving in Cairo? Frankly tell you, I have no clue now." Schultz sinks his face Here, I changed my serious face.

"The British sent a diplomatic representative. He will meet us at the airport today." The baron put the coffee cup down.

"Sir Fay, a member of the British House of Lords." The baron opened a small notebook resting on the table.

"Have you never heard of this person, do you have an impression of him?" Schultz asked with a frown.

"He is a senior politician, the Conservative Party, and had some cooperation with us after the war." The baron thought of the record in his notebook.

"So he is a pro-German."

"It should be said that it is a pragmatist. You can't relax your guard against this kind of person." Ryerson glanced at his companion.

"Mr. Schultz, the captain said that we are still 20 minutes away from Cairo." The flight attendant opened the curtain of the front cabin and told us.

"Thank you, Miss Kurt." Schultz thanked.

"There are twenty minutes left. It seems I have enough time to finish this cup of coffee." The baron stirred the spoon.

"Don't worry about this cup of coffee, continue to talk about your plan."

"Schultz, I found that you misjudged on a key issue." Ryerson said seriously, looking at his companion's eyes.

"What's the problem?" Schultz blinked a little guilty.

"Now it is the British who need our support, not that we need the help of the British. You must keep this in mind, otherwise our mission may really be in trouble." Ryerson looked serious. Said.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, are we here to seek cooperation?" Schultz asked doubtfully.

"No, no, dear Schultz, my friend. Our mission this time was actually to declare the attitude of the Third Reich to the British so that they can feel at ease, and the head of state does not care whether he can achieve anything with the British. Cooperation agreement, his eyes will not be limited to this land." Ryerson said tapping the table.

"It can be said that we are just a symbol here, a guarantee from the head of state to the British, so don’t worry about whether you can complete your mission, you can treat this mission as a public holiday and enjoy it here. It’s exotic.” Ryerson closed his notebook and tucked it into the inner pocket of his suit.

"Sir, I have contacted the other party. The special plane of the German envoy is still 15 minutes away from Cairo." A British army captain ran to Colonel Hunt and reported.

"Order the guard of honor and the military band to prepare, and drive the lazy guys out of the tent. Take care of my jazz horse and ask them to bring some cold soda." Colonel Hunt turned over and dismounted, handing the reins The service soldier on the side.

"Yes, get it, sir." The captain saluted the military officer.

"To be honest, your riding is really good, Colonel." Sir Faye took the wet towel from the Indian waitress and wiped the sweat from the back of the neck.

"The German special envoy's special plane is about to arrive in ten minutes." The colonel took off his military cap and handed it to the Indian waiter.

"It's ten pounds, and we're clear." Fay pulled out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a ten-pound note.

"Thank you very much, Sir Jazz." Hunter wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheerfully took the bet.

"Colonel, will you play cards? Sir Duke and I have a game after dinner. Are you interested in playing." Fay picked up a bottle of iced Fanta from the ice bucket he was carrying. Colonel.

"Thank you, sir. I am honored to be invited by you. Of course I am willing to participate in this game." Hunt accepted the invitation without hesitation.

This is a rare opportunity, not only to get to know some high-level politicians, but also to be able to enter their social circle. Colonel Hunter was not a noble, and he relied solely on military skills and qualifications to slowly climb to his current position. Hunter, who lacked connections and backstage, was difficult to promote upwards. Old colonels like him are numerous in the British army. Most of them can only withdraw from their military career after the service life is reached. If you know a few senior parliamentarians and politicians, then the situation will be very different. If the other party is willing to invest in him, then it is no longer a dream to become a general, but only a matter of time.

"That's good, you'll walk with me after the dinner." Fay lifted Fanta's bottle cap with a wrench and inserted a wax paper straw.

"Your Excellency, what is the name of the German envoy? How many are they coming this time?" Hunt asked.

"I only know his name is Heinrich von Ryerson." Fei said with a straw.

"Sounds like a nobleman." The colonel sucked the soft soda softly.

"Well, it's a baron." Fay rubbed his temples, and the ice soda was really strong.

"How many people did they come this time?"

"It is said that there are only two people, the baron and his personal assistant." Fay replied frowning.

"Huh, this is really grand enough." The Colonel mocked.

"Can't underestimate the special envoy. The baron was personally appointed by the German head of state and authorized by the German head of state. At the diplomatic level, he is the plenipotentiary of the Third Reich, and absolutely no one can be offended." Fei reminded To.

"I see, Your Excellency." Hunter quickly bowed his head to be taught.

"The German envoy's defense work in Egypt is all your responsibility. You must ensure his personal safety. During this time, the rebels in Egypt are very active. Don't let them take the opportunity to make any major incidents." Fei commanded To.

"I will send someone to protect the German envoy for 24 hours, and will never let him suffer any harm in Egypt." Hunter solemnly replied.

At this time, the buzzing of the aircraft engine was heard from far away, and the two people raised their gazes under the pergola, and finally found a small machine in the blue sky background.

"Let the honor guard gather, the military band prepares, take my hat." Colonel Hunter hurriedly ordered to his subordinates.

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