Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 285: Adjutants

The field airfield numbered G04, one hundred and fifty kilometers away from Frederick Air Force Base, is built on a clearing surrounded by dense woods. If you don’t look down from the air, ordinary people will not You will know that there is an airport hidden here.

Under the scorching sun, next to the metallic steel runway, Colonel Dougen stood under a woodland debris camouflage awning. His upper body was only wearing a white linen shirt, his sleeves high and his hands up. Observing the periphery of the airport carefully through the telescope. Beside the colonel, Major Randolph in a white summer uniform was sitting on a small folding chair, haggling with his tongue out like a hot dog.

"What do you look like? There is lemonade in the bucket. Pour a glass by yourself. I can't stand it after running this distance. I will give you intensive training after I go back."

"I know... I know, Colonel." Hearing the boss's favor, Randolph rushed to the side of the thermos, picked up the paper cup buttoned at the top, and poured himself a glass of cool lemonade.

"Oh, God, this is great." Holding the paper cup, Randolph couldn't help but let out a sigh. In this hot summer afternoon, drinking a glass of iced lemonade with mint is a heavenly treat.

"The flag team is ready? The guards have all been carefully checked?" Daogen glanced at the major who was holding the paper cup with a refreshing expression, and frowned slightly.

"Stark is there and there will be no problem." Randolph held the paper cup in one hand, and wiped the sweat from the back of his head with the handkerchief in the other. Then he noticed that his boss's face suddenly became a little unkind.

"Oh, I mean, yes! All checked, Colonel!" Randolph hurriedly threw away the paper cup in his hand and answered loudly.

"Hmm." Daogen glanced at his subordinates again, this time the reaction was fairly quick.

"How long will I have to wait, Colonel." After waiting for a while to find that Dogen ignored him, Randolph slowly moved to the thermos. I poured myself another glass of lemonade.

"I don't know, you can't wait any longer?" Daogen put down his binoculars and turned his head and said.

"No, Colonel, cough cough cough." Randolph nearly choked with a sip of water. After coughing a few times, he quickly answered.

"No problem at all, Colonel, I can wait any longer."

"If you feel bored, you can check the defense around one side."

"It's not boring at all, Colonel."

"Very good. Then stay here for me obediently. The Führer’s plane may land at any time." Daogen hung his sight glasses on his chest, took out a small notebook from his chest pocket, and lifted it. I lifted my wrist to check the time, then picked up the pencil clamped in the notebook and began to make notes on the notebook.

Seeing that the chief began to write and draw in that little book again, Randolph sat back softly in his folding chair again. The sun was scorching, and not far away, under a large awning on the side of the apron, a group of base officers, pilots, and ground crews were gathering to chat. They didn't know what happy things were talking about, but bursts of laughter came over. Lonely and Dougan crouched beside the runway. Randolph felt a little boring, so he wanted to join in the fun. When he was bored, the major of the SS had another problem with his cheap hands. He picked up the fuG500 portable radio on the small table next to him and turned the top FM **** to play.

"Shusha..." Suddenly a static noise rang, and then intermittent calls sounded from the speaker.

"Here...received...have...over...listen..." It sounded like German, and Randolph suddenly got excited.

"Who is talking there, give your serial number." This kind of portable walkie-talkie is the latest product of the German army. It is distributed by the elite of the German army. At present, this frequency does not belong to the guard flag team. Apparently there is also a German unit equipped with the same communication equipment nearby.

"Maybe the distance is a little far away and the signal is unclear." Randolph carefully adjusted the FM **** to increase the microphone volume.

"Report your number." Randolph shouted loudly while holding the walkie-talkie.

"Randolph, who are you talking to?" Duggan stood behind Randolph. He asked with a sullen face, he had already said how many times he didn't know that this communication tool is not a toy.

"I don't know, maybe the distance is too far, and the signal is a bit weak." Randolph focused all his attention on the unknown unit opposite, and didn't notice that Colonel Dawgen's air pressure was dropping rapidly. .

"Here...not...where..." The signal is still intermittent.

"No. The other party may be near us." Dougan was also interested, but his focus was obviously different from Randolph. Grabbing the walkie-talkie from Randolph's hand, Dogen adjusted several knobs skillfully.

"This kind of radio can talk about five kilometers in good conditions, and it can be a little farther without obstacles. Although we are surrounded by woods, it will interfere with radio signals to a certain extent. This force is probably not far from us."

"Do you think there is a problem?" Randolph, who looked frustrated after the toy was stolen, hurriedly asked nervously after seeing the serious expression of Colonel Dougan.

"It's possible, or maybe it's just passing troops. There is a road not far from the woods." Daogen said as he fiddled with the **** of the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Do you want to send someone to check it out."

"There is a checkpoint next to the highway. You can make a phone call and check to see if there are troops passing by. At the same time, order the base guards to increase their security. At this time, we must not let go of any suspicious clues." The walkie-talkie never received the call signal again, and Doogen adjusted the frequency of the walkie-talkie back to its original position and put it back on the table.

"Yes, Colonel." Randolph hurriedly stood up and saluted Daogen, then ran to the large awning quickly, and he asked the base commander to give an order.

Just as the base was busy raising its alert level because of Major Randolph's discovery, a large-scale fleet appeared on the horizon, and the roar of engines was heard from afar.

"It should be them, the guard flag team! Stark, bring your people here!" Daogen called out loudly from the starter phone.

"Yes, Colonel." Captain Stark's voice on the walkie-talkie was clear and loud, and Dogen couldn't help scratching his ears, then turned down the microphone.

"Very good." Putting down the walkie-talkie, Colonel Dougen picked up his uniform from the folding chair beside him, and put it on meticulously.

This is a fleet of two Junkers JU52 transport aircraft and thirteen fighter jets. At the forefront is a five-finger formation composed of five BF109 fighter jets. There is also a four-plane formation on each side of the transport aircraft. With the guard. After approaching the airport runway, the fleet's queue began to reorganize, followed by one plane, circling slowly over the airport, waiting to enter the landing route.

The first landing was the BF109 formation. The leader of the aircraft completed a textbook-like landing. It can be seen that the pilot’s skills are very sophisticated. The three wheels touch the ground softly almost at the same time. The entire landing process is like The fingers are as smooth as silk. The following wingmen performed very well. In just two minutes, five Messerschmidts landed safely on the runway.

"Attention everyone!" Stark yelled out the command loudly. The soldiers of the Guard and Flag Corps stood upright with their guns neatly held. Everyone held their breath and watched excitedly at the blue-gray painted JU52 in the sky. landing. The flying quality of this kind of transport aircraft was excellent, and it almost fell on and ran onto it like a leaf. Aunt Juncker’s engine exhaust pipe spewed blue smoke, and slowly slid to the apron next to the runway. Before the propeller stopped, the two guards of the flag team quickly ran to both sides of the aircraft door. The flight attendant on the plane opened the door of the cabin, and the soldiers skillfully helped him place the folding pedals.

"Salute!" Stark roared loudly, and under the scorching sun, the SS members erected their rifles neatly and paid a gun salute to the head of state. Doug stepped forward quickly and waited in front of the cabin door.

As always, Disenhofen was the first to get off the plane. The young head of state's personal adjutant first looked around nervously, and saw Daogen who was waiting beside him, and then he took the opponent's arm in it. Talking in the ear. Stark looked at this scene curiously. This was the first time that this happened. I don't know what Tysenhofen said, Daogen suddenly showed a strange surprised expression on his face.

"Isn't one of you going to stop him?" Stark vaguely heard Colonel Duggan shout in the roar of the engine.

"He is the head of state!" Disenhofen stretched out his hand with a helpless expression, Colonel Daogen stomped his foot suddenly, turned around and ran towards the guard flag team quickly.

"Stark, bring a few people with me." Daogen ordered loudly.

"Where to go? Colonel." Stark looked inexplicable, and the head of state hadn't got off the plane yet.

"Don't worry about so much, keep up." Daogen yelled as he ran towards the tarmac on the other side of the taxiway.

"Hey, what's going on, Colonel, where is the head of state?" After Randolph completed Dawgen's order, he hurriedly ran to the plane with the base commander~IndoMTL.com~ Just seeing Colonel Dawgen rushing towards the distance like a wild horse, he doubtfully grabbed Disenhofen, who was about to follow him, and asked.

"The Führer is on that Messerschmitt fighter!"

"What did you say?" Randolph thought he had heard something wrong.

"The leader of the fighter." Disenhofen pointed to a team of BF109s that were turning around on the taxiway in the distance.

"You mean the Führer..." Randolph's mouth grew wide.

"Hurry up and keep up." Disenhofen shouted back as he ran forward.

"My God!" Randolph and the base commander looked at each other, then spread his legs and started running.

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