Battle of the Third Reich

Looking at the quarrel between Sir Fay and Colonel Hunter, the sleeves were ready for a hand-to-hand fight. Major Whitewood and the two servicemen had put a lot of effort into separating the two eager fighting cocks. . .

This farce-like inquiry can only be ended hastily. German officials were allowed to leave the base, and Randolph also got the right to investigate.

"This thing is not that simple, I have a hunch." Randolph stood in front of the base barracks and shook hands with Baron Ryerson.

"Wish you can find out the truth as soon as possible, Colonel Randolph." Ryerson said sincerely.

"I have no doubt about this, Lord Baron. Don't let the jazz wait too long, where are you going to go after a while?" Randolph asked.

"It's okay, just let him wait. This jazz is now taking some time to calm down. They have booked a hotel for me in Cairo, and you, Colonel Randolph."

"My people have already arranged it for me." Randolph turned his head and motioned to the black team waiting aside.

"I hope to see you again in Cairo, although I don't know what task you are performing, but good luck, Lieutenant Colonel." Ryerson said with a smile.

"Thank you, there will definitely be a chance to meet again, Your Excellency Baron, and I hope your mission can be successfully completed." Randolph smiled back with a hearty smile.

Sir Fay stood beside his Lanchester limousine, staring coldly at the tent beside the runway. He had never encountered such an arrogant officer in his life. Give the other party an unforgettable lesson.

"Rick Hunter, who had some expectations of him, and was going to pull him into his own circle. He didn’t expect to be a stupid fanatic. Fortunately, God bless him and expose him in time. If this colonel continues to maintain his current mentality, sooner or later he will break out of an irreparable disaster, and by that time he may want to clear it up and it may be too late."

Fay's face was murky, and he was secretly glad that he didn't let the other party participate in the tonight's card meeting, otherwise, once the guy heard the words on the poker table and poke out to the outside world, wouldn't it be a lot of death people. Although everyone's background is tough, one or two gossips will not hurt a bit of the fur, but the sale of themselves and the Germans may be affected. The profits involved here can be as high as tens or even millions of pounds.

"Sir, Sir, I have to tell you something." A Royal Air Force Lieutenant Colonel stood beside the car and respectfully said to Fay.

"What's the situation? Lieutenant Colonel Fillian." Fay asked with a sullen face.

At this moment, Jazz is full of contempt for the base commander. Now it seems that those comments on it are indeed true. This is a cowardly administrative officer. You never want to find him at the scene of the incident, only wait until He will not appear until everything is over.

A cowardly guy like this can sit in the position of the base commander. It is rumored that Lieutenant General Arthur Langmer, commander of the Royal Air Force Mediterranean Theater, appreciates this person’s administrative ability very much, and defies this. appointment. Sir Fay felt that General Langmer might have chosen it, but it was actually the lieutenant character of the lieutenant colonel, so that the air lieutenant general could pass him better and control the British most important air base in the Middle East.

"It's about, those two ladies." Lieutenant Colonel Fillion looked around and then whispered the report.

"What lady?" Fay didn't respond.

"It's the passengers on the plane that the Germans fly."

"I haven't had time to meet them just now. Is there anything special about these two passengers?" Fei asked doubtfully.

"One of the ladies asked to contact the French Embassy in Cairo, so we asked her to make a phone call and we heard her talking on the phone," Lieutenant Colonel Fillion said to look around here again.

"Don't talk about it, Lieutenant Colonel Fillion, what did she say?" Fay asked impatiently.

"So, your grandfather is Admiral Jean de Lavold? Is your father Lieutenant Colonel Bernard Dewar of the French Indochina Air Force?" Krieger tried to restrain his surprise situation.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you early, Caruz." Miss Dewar looked at the German pilot with some anxiety.

"It's not too late to say it now, isn't it, Lieutenant Krieger." Horne interjected to the side and relieved the beautiful French lady.

"Actually, Liz's family is better, her father is"

"Emily!" Miss Bron interrupted her friend's words loudly.

"Okay, now it's okay, haha, this is also a happy ending." Horne glanced at the blushing Miss Bron, and then shifted the topic with haha.

"Do you know anyone in Cairo? Can you find a place to stay?" Krieger asked Miss Dewar.

"We are going to find the relative of Liz. Their archaeological team is now living in Cairo City and should be able to arrange a place for us." Miss Dewar replied.

"We are also going to Cairo City, so I'll talk to the Lieutenant Colonel to see if I can drop you off to the city." Without waiting for the two beautiful women to answer, Captain Horne quickly ran out of the room.

"Emily, when I settle down in Cairo, I will see you immediately." Krieger whispered to Dewar.

"Who wants you to come?" Miss Dewar deliberately twitched her temper.

"Then I won't come. You dare!" The two of them even started to flirt in front of Miss Bron.

"French admiral? I have no impression, but involving the French can also put a little pressure on the British." Randolph said with his finger on his chin as he learned from the head of state.

"Lieutenant Colonel, is it possible to piggyback her to Cairo together, and by the way, they can find out their foothold, so that they can keep in touch later." Horn asked.

"For your own convenience, Horn." Randolph raised his hand and patted Horn's shoulder hard.

"Go tell them to get in the car. We will leave in ten minutes. Sergeant Dole, you will take a few people to help the ladies carry the luggage." Randolph turned his head and said to a strong guard flag sergeant.

"Observe the order, sir." The sergeant stood up and took his command.

"Thank you very much, Colonel Randolph." Horne nodded to Randolph.

"Damn, it's troublesome now, you have to find a way to restore the impact." Sir Fay whirled around the car.

"The situation you reported is very important, Lieutenant Colonel Fillian. Now I will give you a new assignment." Sir Faye stood still and beckoned Filion.

"Vincent, guess what Filion's **** is talking to that **** jazz?" Colonel Hunter looked at the two who were whispering not far away, and he turned his head to ask the adjutant behind him.

"It should be about those Germans." Lieutenant Captain Vincent replied respectfully.

The colonel did not find the anxiety hidden in the adjutant's eyes, but nodded in agreement.

Captain Vincent was worrying at this time. Colonel Hunt had been in Cairo for too long and was arrogant in the army. He had forgotten the terrible means of domestic politicians and offended the background member of the House of Lords. The end of the colonel is almost foreseeable.

Now I can only wait for Hunter to calm himself down, and then find a way to apologize to the lawmakers in person, maybe there is still room for salvation, at least not ugly.

As a colonel’s deputy lieutenant, Captain Vincent’s career will definitely be implicated, and now he must start to think about it and find a way out for himself in advance to get rid of the troubles he may encounter.

ps: The first chapter is served. After eating, continue to the second chapter. It may be very late. Friends who go to bed early can read it tomorrow.

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