The Third Reich

The Spanish Civil War, who is right and who is wrong? This is simply unclear. The left-wing government only occupied a nominal orthodoxy, Franco belonged to the rebels. In fact, the bad things done by both sides are similar!

Anarchists make up a large part of the left-wing government. They demand more power. Prison riots, street turmoil, land being looted by farmers, the government issued a special announcement to recognize it!

Moreover, they still have conflicts of faith. Only four months after the left-wing government came to power, 161 churches were burned down.

In Zaragoza, the conflict was even more severe. All Catholics in Zaragoza's urban area were beheaded and killed!

Yes, it's just to kill! It was a period of chaos, and whenever I thought about it, this Phalangist fighter was extremely angry.

The law as a social convention has disappeared, and the cruelty of concealing and suppressing the inner human nature has emerged. As long as you don't like people, you can kill them as enemies! And it's just!

Standing on the ruins of the church, Capa listened to the warrior's words, and his heart became firmer. The words of Cyric that day kept echoing in his ears.

In war, no one is right or wrong.

Whoever wins can arbitrarily discredit the other party. Justice must win, which means that whoever wins is justice!

Zaragoza has fallen into its own control!

After receiving this news, General Mora was extremely excited. As long as he got Zaragoza, it meant that the entire eastern part of Spain would fall under his control!

"General, the plane is ready for you. You can now fly to Zaragoza. I heard that General Cyric has also passed." Moura's confidant Kubala said to him.

Fly to Zaragoza! This is the eastern center of Spain. As long as there is a mobilization, the Phalangists will rise up. After a while, the entire eastern part will become their own territory!

After careful consideration, Mora finally agreed to Kubala's proposal and went to Zaragoza.

Leaving for the airport, where a German-assisted JU-52 transport plane was ready for take-off. Mora’s car came to the side of the transport plane. Mora, with a serious expression, got out of the car. Under the protection of the escort, walk towards the plane.

Without Germany, it would be impossible for one to win this battle, and as far as the situation is now, the Vulture Legion is the greatest help to oneself!

Although Franco is very annoyed now, when the entire east is taken down and there is only an isolated city in Madrid, Franco should know that there is nothing wrong with what he did.

All for Spain, to end this **** internal fight as soon as possible!

While thinking, Mora walked towards the plane. At this time, all three engines had been started. As long as Mora got on the plane, he could take off immediately!

Holding the briefcase, Kubala followed behind Mora. Just as Mora’s feet were about to get on the plane, Kubala’s expression suddenly became extremely regretful: "Damn it, I forgot an important document. The list of appointments to the east was signed by General Franco. No, I have to go back and get it."

Kubala's face was extremely ugly.

"Well, you go back." Mora said, "I can't wait to go to Zaragoza."

Mora turned her head and got on the plane, and several people in the same group got on the plane with him.

The cabin door was closed, and the three-engine transport aircraft began to roll on the runway.

Watching the plane getting faster and faster on the runway, a sarcastic smile flashed on Kubala's face: "Go. General Mora, don't blame me, just blame you for being unfaithful to General Franco."

"Weng, buzzing." At this moment, on the lawn in the distance across from the runway, a motorcycle drove up suddenly!

It flew high up from a small soil slope, then fell down, and continued to advance steadily, its speed is fast! The rider on the motorcycle bent over and screwed the throttle to the end.

On the sidecar of the motorcycle, a flag of the Condor Legion was fluttering in the wind.

The sudden rush of this motorcycle made the airport guards very nervous. If someone else broke in, they would have shot, but now, it is from the Vulture Legion!

What's more, when the other party came over, they also showed their credentials. It was just that, and it passed quickly, leaving them no choice but to follow.

On the motorcycle, the rider twisted the throttle, the engine made a loud noise, and then it rushed to the end of the track!

The rider flicked his tail spontaneously, and the tire on one sidecar was raised high and stopped horizontally to the center of the track.

The three people on the motorcycle, the one on the sidecar, stood high on the sidecar, looking at the Aunt Juncker who was about to take off, waving his arms.

All airplanes in this era have propellers. Because the propellers are in the front, in order to prevent the propellers from hitting the ground, the airplanes fly with their heads up. The main landing gear in the front is high, and the small landing gear in the back is low.

On the Junkers transport plane, the pilot just saw the waving arms far away from the runway. He immediately realized that something was wrong. There was something on the runway and it was absolutely impossible to take off!

Turn off the engine and apply the brakes!

Both feet stepped on the rudder on both sides. The wheel below almost broke. Everyone on the plane was yelling, rushing forward, hitting the side wall of the cabin in front, and hitting someone else’s. Body.

"What's the matter?" Mora is no exception~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He sat up from the floor of the cabin and shouted to the front.

"There is someone on the runway, preventing us from taking off!" The pilot in the front cabin shouted loudly. At this time, he was also very depressed.

Is there someone on the runway? Suddenly, Mora frowned.

"Hey, what are you doing?" From a distance, Kubala ran over and shouted to the man on the motorcycle. His hand had been placed on the pistol, ready to be drawn out at any time.

What about the Vulture Legion? If the other party came for that matter, then he must be silent!

The other soldiers guarding the airport also ran over breathlessly. They surrounded the motorcycle, along with the three people.

"General Mora, get down, there is a bomb on the plane!" The German standing on the motorcycle scooped loudly to the Junkers in fluent Spanish.

In an instant, Kubala's face paled: "These people are from the International Column. They were sent by the Republican Army to murder General Mora. They must not be allowed to approach the plane! General Mora, don't come down!"