Battle of the Third Reich

"It's just a trivial thing, some simple misunderstandings may happen, this is a common thing. We have been here for a long time, Mr. Baron, we have prepared it for you in Cairo." Colonel Hunter really didn't want to At this juncture, there was a new branch, and he tried to dissuade Ryerson from taking care of this kind of business.

"Colonel Hunt!" Sir Fay interrupted the colonel's words loudly, and then he looked at Ryerson with a smile: "Since the baron wants to understand the situation, then you clearly say that we don't need anything. Concealed from friends."

"Thank you very much, Sir Fay. Actually, I didn't mean anything else, just because I accidentally heard the major say that the matter involved our German officers, so I suddenly felt a little curious." Ryerson bowed slightly. Fay thanks.

"This is not a place to talk. We can go to the lounge of the airport. The sun here makes me have a headache. I just need to find a cool place to drink something to quench my thirst." Fei said an invitation gesture.

"You might not believe that, Sir Jazz, I just drank three cups of coffee on the plane, but I just stood here for a few minutes and I felt a little thirsty again." Ryerson smiled with a hearty smile. There was a sincere expression in the tone.

"Politicians all over the world are the same, all are hypocritical guys." Looking at this friendly scene of England and Germany, Colonel Hunter secretly slandered on the side.

Then the colonel turned his head and stared fiercely at Whitewood, who was waiting on the side. He really hates the elm head of the Air Force. If the military services of the two sides are not the same, Colonel Hunt really wants to find an opportunity to educate each other. Fan.

So the party turned around and walked towards the row of barracks by the airport.

The construction technology of the British has always been very good. The style of the barracks is not to mention it. It is actually a solid brick and wood structure. The roof is covered with black tiles commonly used in the UK, and the outer wall is painted with a layer of beige Paint, it seems that the house should be a few years old. Obviously, when the British army established this base, they were going to stay here for a long time.

Under the guidance of a base service officer, Fay and Ryerson came to the lounge used by the pilot on duty. Of course, the room had been emptied in advance. When Fay entered the lounge, there was a ghost in it. nothing.

"Invite the two German officers, by the way, don't forget the other two passengers on the plane." Sitting in a chair, Sir Faye ordered Whitewood.

"Follow your orders, Your Excellency." Whitewood Lee saluted a military salute and quickly turned around and ran out of the lounge.

"We have coffee, tea, and cold soda here." Sir Fay said to Ryerson.

"Please give me a glass of soda, thank you." The German envoy took off his top hat and placed it with his briefcase on the empty chair beside him.

"Mr. Schulz?" Fay looked at the envoy's assistant.

"Thank you, I want to chill soda, Sir," Schultz nodded his thanks.

"Please bring me a pot of tea, my stomach is a little uncomfortable." Colonel Hunter found a chair and sat down.

Everything is ready-made, and the serviceman immediately took a drink.

"Fanta? I didn't expect to drink it here." Ryerson picked up the soda bottle, and said with some surprise.

"This kind of drink is very popular here in Egypt, and our officers and men also like to drink this refreshing drink." Fay said.

"They like to add whiskey to it. The appearance color has not changed, and it is not easy for the officer on duty to notice." Colonel Hunter finally smiled.

"The Luftwaffe likes to drink this now, but unlike you, they like to add brandy to it." Ryerson nodded and said.

"Accurately, they added Fenda into the brandy." Schultz added with a smile.

This is not just a joke. At that time, the air forces of various countries managed the pilots more loosely. They did not prohibit them from drinking alcohol after the mission was completed. Especially after a **** and brutal aerial combat, there is nothing more than alcohol to calm their tired mind and body. To make them forget the grief after losing their comrades.

Many first-line pilots have more or less alcohol problems, but as long as it does not affect the mission and physical health of the next day, the commander of the flying team will generally choose to open his eyes.

Several big men enjoyed delicious drinks under the blowing of ceiling fans, waiting for Whitewood to bring a few parties here. The Royal Air Force Major was very resolute, and after a while, he took a few people into the lounge.

After entering the house, the two German officials first glanced around the people present, then hit their boots, and saluted at the same time.

"German Army captain Binz Horn. German Air Force Lieutenant Caruz Krieger." The two officers introduced themselves.

Ryerson immediately stood up and raised his arms to pay the courtesy. In fact, at the rank of a baron, he could sit in a chair to pay the courtesy, but in front of the British, he had to be more rigorous.

"This is Baron Heinrich von Ryerson, German diplomatic envoy." Seeing the doubts in the eyes of German officials, Sir Fay introduced.

"It's an honor to see you, Lord Baron." Horne paid an army salute to the baron, and the baron nodded slightly in response.

"This is Sir Fay, the plenipotentiary envoy of the British Cabinet, and Colonel Hunter, commander of the Cairo garrison." The baron introduced to the two compatriots.

"Your Excellency Sir, Colonel." The two officers again bumped into their boots and nodded to the two Englishmen.

"Okay, gentlemen, please sit down." Fay waved his hand and motioned for the two to sit down.

"Don't you say there are two more passengers?" Hunt looked up at Whitewood.

"The two passengers are decent ladies. They have nothing to do with this matter. We just caught them by the way." Horn rushed to answer.

"They are resting in the next room. Do I need to bring them in." Whitewood asked.

"No need first, Major, I think Captain Horne and Lieutenant Krieger, both of you should be able to answer all questions." Fay waved his hand and then looked at the two German officers.

"As long as we know." Horne nodded in agreement.

"Well, before that, who can tell me in detail what happened?" Baron Ryerson raised his hand.

"You don't know what's going on now?" Fay suddenly turned his face and looked at the baron.

Hunt on one side grew his mouth in astonishment, and Ryerson could see the rear molar with a cavity in the colonel's mouth.

"I've been waiting for the colonel to give me detailed instructions." Ryerson spread out his hands and said he was innocent.

"Major, you are the person in charge of the scene. You came to report the matter to the baron." Hunt found out that the problem was still with him, and he quickly threw the pot into Whitewood's arms.

"This is what happened. I received the order this afternoon and then at 2:15 in the afternoon I heard the report from the watchman and then I told Colonel Hunter that it was a wonderful landing. Then the captain Horne was basically like this. "Major Whitewood carefully told everyone the previous experience.

"Colonel Hunter, is there any mistake or omission in Major Whitewood's report?" Fay turned and asked Hunter.

"No, that's all I know." Hunter answered.

"Very well, I understand everything, thank you very much, Major Whitewood." Ryerson said to the major.

"You're welcome, this is my duty, Your Excellency Baron. In addition, I have a few questions to ask this pilot." The major responded modestly.

"You can ask whatever you want, I believe that Lieutenant Krieger will not hide anything." Ryerson said while looking at Krieger.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency Baron. I would like to ask Lieutenant Krieger, can you tell me where you got this RAF transport plane, and from which base did you start, the original destination? Where is it again?" Colonel Hunter asked.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you mean? Didn't you arrange this, Major?" Krieger said in surprise.

"We arranged it? But I didn't find the flight plan for this plane at all. Which base did you take off from?"

"Qibirit Air Force Base, where the British Air Force arranged this **** plane for us."

"Wait, did you mean that this Xunlong was assigned to you by the Qibilite base?"

"Of course, I also signed the ground preparation record of this plane. I don't believe you can send someone to check there." Krieger replied sternly.

"Where were you going to go?"

"Here, we are ready to come to Cairo."

"Will it be added temporarily because of this flight, Zibirit forgot to report it to the Cairo base," Sir Faye interrogated and asked Whitewood.

"This possibility is very small, sir, unless the duty officer there is drunk, if it is a flight plan that is temporarily added, the duty officer must notify the landing airport by phone or radio, and only after receiving the confirmation here The plane took off." The Royal Air Force Major replied affirmatively.

"If our two German friends are telling the truth, then the problem must be with the Qibirit base." Sir Fay concluded.

"Captain Horn, it seems that this is just a misunderstanding, do you have anything else to add?" Baron Ryerson said to Horn with a smile.

"Maybe what happened at the Cairo base is indeed a misunderstanding, Your Excellency Baron, but I want to talk about another issue now." Horne stood up, walked to the middle of the room, and stood in front of the crowd.

"I'm here to accuse the British personnel of deliberately destroying the plane and trying to murder the officers of the German Wehrmacht." Horn said loudly.

"Wait, Captain, what the **** are you talking about?"

"Be careful, you are responsible for your own words, Captain." The British exclaimed in unison.

"Do you know what this accusation means? Do you have solid evidence? Who do you think you are? Do you think?" Colonel Hunter stood up and threatened.

"No matter who he used to be, but now he is mine."

A voice suddenly sounded at the door, interrupting Colonel Hunter's words. Hunter turned around and looked angrily to see who dared to speak like that.

"I am very happy to meet you here. Let me pretend to introduce myself. My name is Karl Randolph. As you can see, it is a Lieutenant Colonel of the German SS. Randolph boots bumped and raised his right arm. .

"Hi! Reinhardt!"

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