Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 354: Reception

The Luftwaffe's 604th air station is located six kilometers northwest of the town of Vaies, and the radio call sign assigned to it by the headquarters happens to be "Reinhardt". Pilots of the Luftwaffe’s Second Air Force would jokingly call them "Rose Heaven" or "Pink Bunny" when they called inside.

""White Wolf" called "Reinhardt". The vision here is very clear. We will land in five minutes." Captain Upt glanced at the dashboard, and all the gauges were normal. Within range.

""White Wolf", the runway has been cleared, welcome to "Rose Paradise"." A reply from the airport air traffic control came from the headset, and the signal was clear and loud.

""White Wolf" understands, see you later, it's over." The captain released the letter button and turned his face to look out the side window.

It can be seen that the two BF109s escorted on the left are shaking their wings and are accelerating overtaking the F200 transport aircraft.

"Last check, we are about to land." The first officer, Lieutenant Hohenstein, turned his head and said to Sergeant Ruhr who was sitting on the seat of the aeronautical engineer.

"Everything is normal." Ruhr gave a thumbs up to the co-pilot, while skillfully adjusting the valves and circuit switches on the control panel that dazzled ordinary people.

The simple steel runway of the air station is 850 meters long. A new concrete runway is currently being built on the right side of the main runway. Although the project is only half completed, the approximate outline can be seen in the air. Come, the length is at least 1,500 meters.

This is only the first stage of the expansion project of this military air station. Eventually this airport will become a large-scale comprehensive military base. In the future, the German Navy’s long-range reconnaissance aircraft will take off and land from here, which can take the entire North Sea area and more than half of the All Baltic Seas are included in the combat radius.

The six BF109 fighters belonging to JG53 lined up in three dual-aircraft formations, first made a gorgeous low-altitude pass, then climbed to an altitude of 800 meters, and began to circle the edge of the airport for alert.

The white-painted F200 transport aircraft lowered its huge **** and slowly descended toward the center of the runway. The landing gear hatches under the engine pod spread out to both sides, and the hydraulic bucket drives the landing gear to extend out of the cabin and lock it. After ten seconds, the heavy rubber tires are heavily rolled onto the brown painted steel runway. on.

Amidst the harsh friction, a puff of cyan smoke rose between the brake pads and the tires. The pilot tried hard to control the 18-ton large aircraft and taxied accurately along the centerline of the runway.

There was already a group of people waiting by the runway, from the army to the air force. The officers all wore neat uniforms with parade decorations and ceremonial swords. A large group of Air Force ground crews wearing blue-gray overalls stood on the taxiway with their heads up and down. Although they couldn't compare with the regular honor guards, the queues were generally neat.

Four black Mercedes-Benz cars with brightly polished shells were parked on the side of the runway. There were a dozen people standing in front of the convoy. There seemed to be a gap between them and the uniformed soldiers. Both sides consciously maintained one. Kind of delicate distance.

These people are generally dressed in the same type, dark pants and black leather shoes, black leather trench coats and top hats. Some people have obvious bulging on the waist side of their coats. They are obviously carrying some kind of weapon. Their eyes The sharp and serious expression makes people involuntarily daunting.

At one time, this costume was the most feared nightmare of all residents in the occupied territories. Whether it was the secret police or the General Security Bureau, it represented the most brutal and dark side of the Nazis.

"They are here, sir." A Gestapo said behind his boss.

"Well, quite on time." The leader of the team looked down at the watch on his wrist. Against the surface of the mother-of-pearl, the black pointer pointed to 11:45.

This person's name is William Kolwin Wolfstein, a third-level inspector of the German Secret State Police, equivalent to a major in the army.

The Gestapo is different from the security department of the SS. They were originally the Prussian political police during the Weimar period. They were a regular disciplinary force under the Prussian Ministry of Interior. Before the Nazis came to power, they had established a surveillance network throughout the country. , Has great deterrence and influence in German society.

After the Gestapo was controlled by the Nazis, it became one of the best and most powerful weapons used by the Nazis to maintain its "national socialism" ideology and dictatorship. Although the Gestapo is under the command of the General Security Administration, the power of these secret police is almost unlimited compared with the SS agents of the Ministry of Security. For ordinary Germans, these people themselves are "laws."

The Gestapo inherited the Prussian style of bureaucracy, and was almost unsympathetic in carrying out tasks at all times. This is also the most respected by Hitler and the top Nazis. It must be cruel and ruthless to the enemies of the country.

Major Wolfstein is such a standard Gestapo. He was a wolf with both cunning and cruelty in his mission, and even made his men and allies shudder. He brought psychological pressure to those around him. , Sometimes even surpasses those enemies who are still ignorant of everything.

But in daily life, he is also a good husband and father who cares about the family, and a well-known daughter-in-law. In the office, he is a reliable boss and subordinate, and the relationship with his colleagues is good. Whether he has been on assignments with him or not, he admits that Major Wolfstein is a well-mannered, A gentle and humble gentleman, a Prussian man who still retains a lot of traditional virtues.

The plane taxied slowly to the welcome queue. The crew put away the throttle of the engine. A ground crew ran to the door of the cabin with a soft cap in one hand and the folding gangway in the other.

The crew opened the cabin door from the inside, and the ground crew skillfully fixed the gangway to the slot, and then a German army lieutenant in a field uniform appeared in front of the cabin door.

The Lieutenant General glanced at the welcoming team on the side of the runway, and then quickly stepped down the gangway to get off the plane. Following the general’s disembarkation was a young army major~IndoMTL.com~ with it in his hand. A tawny leather briefcase.

"Good afternoon, General Weierle, I am Commander Lieutenant Colonel Ralph, please allow me, on behalf of all officers and soldiers of the base, to extend my sincere welcome to you." The base commander is over fifty years old. The air force lieutenant colonel, with two beautiful beards, tightly tucked a blessed belly, and a 1913 version of the Iron Cross Medal hung under the chest pocket.

"Fortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Ralph." Weierle returned a military salute to the eloquent lieutenant colonel.

"Welcome, Your Excellency, I am the deputy commander..." Then the rest of the army and air force officers stepped forward to salute the head of state's chief personal staff.

"Wolfstein, I have been waiting for you for a long time, General Weierle." When it was the Gestapo's turn, the secret police took off their top hat, hit their heels and nodded in greeting, and then extended their right hand to the Lieutenant General .

"Fortunately, I have heard of you in Berlin, Major." Weierle shook Wolfstein's hand.

"Lieutenant Colonel, how long does it take to refuel the plane?" Weierle turned to ask Ralph.

"Plus the necessary maintenance work, it is estimated to be completed in one hour." The Air Force Lieutenant Colonel replied.

"General, the chef at the base has prepared a sumptuous lunch for you." The deputy commander graciously added.

"Then we still have an hour to tell me what you have now. We can talk while eating, Major." Weirler turned around and smiled at Wolfstein.

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