Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 207: Occupation (1)

In the evening, the breeze blowing from the south dissipated the heat on the concrete track. Net w╇ww. Air Force logistics personnel and pilots who have partially completed daytime duties set up deck chairs and small tables on the lawn by the runway. They watched the beautiful scenery of the setting sun while enjoying the rare battlefield. Quiet for a moment.

The pilots drank British beer seized from the Royal Air Force Officers’ Club and chewed on the German-style pork knuckle carefully cooked in their own field kitchen. The plump pork leg was stewed until half cooked and then grilled in the oven. The crispy skin and the meat are tender and delicious in one bite, leaving your mouth full of oil.

Because the ground crew still need to be on duty at night, they can only drink some cola and soda, but their food is the same as the pilots, each holding a mouthful of pork with stick bones. Because on the front line of the battlefield, all kinds of food supplies are open, and the battle is set, these soldiers who spare no blood and sweat for victory should be rewarded and rewarded.

What makes the Germans a little bit regretful is that they have not been able to taste the local flavor for the time being, because the British army is short of food, and there are only a pile of wheat flour, canned bacon and potatoes that are going to deteriorate.

"Hi? Look, there seems to be someone coming." A pilot elbows his companion next to him. A group of high-end cars drove from the office area on the side of the airport. Two three-wheeled motorcycles cleared the road. A few military trucks followed at the end. The carport was so tightly covered, I don’t know what was inside.

"It seems to be, maybe it is the general of the group army, do you still have beer here?" The companion looked up lazily, thinking that there was nothing to fuss about. Net≤.┿.

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

The convoy slowly crossed the taxiway and ran across the flat lawn between the runways. On the lawn were trucks from the Army Logistics Battalion. Dozens of three-ton military trucks were neatly arranged in a square array.

Beijing Mountain Air Force Base is temporarily used by the 6th Army and the Air Force. This was agreed by the Command. The Air Force has shown exceptional cooperation on this issue. Milch did not express his dissatisfaction with the usual harp and crookedness. Most people thought it should be related to the identity of the 6th Army, because it was the Three-Headed Dog of Cybrus, Yuan's direct army.

"Time is coming. General." Mueller's lieutenant reminded him.

"Are you all ready?" Mueller opened the door and walked off his Mercedes-Benz sedan. The adjutant stepped forward to help him straighten the wrinkles on his uniform and tidy up his military appearance.

"Everything is prepared according to your wishes. The logistics office has arranged the headquarters banquet hall. We have found several famous British chefs. Some have served the British royal family before." Lieutenant Heinche reported To.

"Is it reliable?"

"No problem, these people are very satisfied with the pay, and our people will supervise their work. Net.╈These are just cooks and won't risk their lives. Look, General, the plane has arrived." Adjutant Finished pointing at the east sky.

I saw a large passenger plane slowly approaching in the gloomy night sky before night fell. The altitude of the aircraft has dropped to five or six hundred meters, and the dazzling red and green navigation lights on the wingtips of the two wings can be clearly seen on the ground.

The Air Force pilots had finished their dinner at this time. They were not interested in the visiting dignitaries, and walked across the lawn with cutlery in twos and threes. Ready to go back to the barracks to find a place to clean. Hearing the sound of motivation from the air, many people turned their heads in the air to look for the shadows in the air.

"It seems to be," said a pilot.

"The sound of the motivation is not the same, is it a new model."

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

"It's the base camp eagle emblem! It's the Yuan special plane!" A sharp-eyed pilot exclaimed. ≡≧∈Net≈∧∈≈.┭.

As for the identification of German high-level special planes, German fighter pilots also took special lessons for this. At this time, the identification friend or foe system was still in its infancy. You can only show the identity of your own aircraft on the ground radar, and you can still only rely on the naked eye of the pilot to identify the enemy in the air. As aircraft designers from various countries are learning from each other, many designs with similar appearances have appeared, and they encountered poor visual environment. Oolong, who tends to lose sight of one's own allies, often lives in wars.

After going around the field for a week, the special plane began to slowly land, and the six fighter jets serving as escorts continued to hover in the air for alert. Yuan's special plane pilot had very high aircraft skills. He gently controlled the three wheels of the plane to land on the ground at the same time. After the plane taxied smoothly for a certain distance on the runway. Stopped firmly in front of the welcoming convoy.

The door of the rear cabin 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 illuminated this section of the runway. In the eyes of everyone's expectation, Weirle appeared at the door of the cabin. He first looked out, and then carefully stepped onto the steps of the gangway.

"Welcome to Britain, Your Excellency, Chief of Staff." Mueller strode forward to greet Yuan's staff, the former chief of staff of the Legion.

"It's nice to meet you, Muller." Weierle walked up to Muller and gave the legion commander a hug with a smile on his face. ≮⊥∧v网∧≮.┯╇.╋c╬om

"I saw your report in the command department. You played very well and Yuan was very satisfied. We are all proud of you." Weirler patted Mueller on the back, and then held the opponent's Said with a smile.

"Thank you very much. I am extremely honored to be able to receive the affirmation of Yuan Yuan." Mueller said loudly, holding his chest straight.

"Okay, don't come with me." Weierle smiled and let go of Mueller's hand, turning his face to look at the welcoming team.

"The purpose of my coming here, you must already know it. Mueller, there are some issues I want to talk to you alone, I brought Yuan's order." Weirler whispered to Mueller.

"Understood, I have prepared a room for you in the base senior officer’s apartment, and also arranged a welcome banquet. Please don’t refuse. After all, your Excellency represents the Yuan and the command, and many people want to take this opportunity to get to know you ." Mueller reached out his left hand and made an inviting gesture.

"Then take me to the place first, I need to wash up." Weirler nodded and followed Mueller towards the convoy.

"According to reliable sources, the envoy of the German dollar will arrive in London tonight." Sir Harrison carefully opened the curtains and looked at the street outside the window.

The entire block has been powered off. It is said that someone deliberately sabotaged the cable and pointed the finger at the criminal gang in the east side. They tried to take advantage of the fire in the dark to rob, but in Harrison's view, this is another alarmist nonsense Tan, now which London citizen does not have one or two self-defense weapons in his hands, at this time trying to enter the robbery will definitely risk his life.

After nightfall, most of London’s urban areas were plunged into darkness. This seemed 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 do their best. Maybe stay in your own home and don't go out to make trouble in the streets.

London’s night is not peaceful. There will be intensive gunfire from time to time throughout the city. Some civic groups and military police are still holding the barricades, because the British government has not issued a ceasefire order and no one has come forward. Ask the Self-Defense Forces and the police to give up resistance. These loyal people are not only stubborn but also very strong. They are like martyrs in the Middle Ages, determined to fight to the last moment in order to protect the British Empire. They used old weapons to fight to the death with the German army armed to the teeth. Every barricade was broken, which meant that dozens of brave souls ascended to heaven.

Harrison looked towards the city center from a gap in the curtains. He lives on the top floor of a six-story apartment on the south side of Hyde Park. Diagonally opposite is the Royal Conservatory. Elizabeth can be seen from the window of his room. The towering spire of the tower. The location of Whitehall Street is now brightly lit, and a carnival feast is unfolding there. Westminster is the core of the British Empire, carrying the glorious history of the empire, as well as countless documents and secrets. In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be just a pile of worthless waste paper, but in the eyes of people like them, there are countless wealth and interests hidden in it.

"I advise you to leave the window quickly. One of my servants got a shot like this and is still in a coma in the hospital." Lord Claude lit a new candle and connected it quickly. On the head of the lighted candle.

"Don't look, Harrison, just wait for you, who will shuffle the cards." Dr. Sever took out a stack of banknotes from the inner pocket of his suit and put it beside him.

"How did our contact person respond? Did the Germans agree to our request~ IndoMTL.com~ If they are unsatisfied, they can raise it, and everything can be resolved through negotiation. If an agreement can be reached, we still Can make appropriate concessions." Harrison walked back to the table, shuffling the cards while asking Scott on the side.

"There is 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. My people have already established a relationship with their commander. It is said that it is the German Cypriot Legion, which is a direct unit of the German Yuan, and can directly contact their Yuan. I think we should be prepared with both hands. If Mr. Scott can't get through, we can still have a backup plan." Lord Claude took out a pocket watch from his pocket and placed it in front of him.

"I think I should keep my patience and wait and see, who's the turn to play the cards now?" Dr. Sever asked with a handful of poker.

I want a monthly pass, a recommendation ticket, and any ticket. Thank you for your support.

Thank you. (To be continued.)

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