Battle of the Third Reich: The 297th Flying Team (Part 1)

September 18 is a day that must be remembered for all Chinese people. It is the most humiliating day of the country. On September 18, 1940, this day began early in the morning, and intensive drizzle began in Tokyo, Vietnam (the city of Hanoi in the future) and the surrounding area. The fine weather in northern Vietnam lasted for more than a month. The drought in China has finally been eased somewhat.

Walaku Air Force Base, 30 kilometers away from Tokyo, was also shrouded in a misty rain. It was raining outside, but the air in the base commander’s office was still extremely hot and sultry. The fast-spinning fan did not bring people much coolness. The buzzing noise from friction between aging parts made people feel strange. Irritable.

The commander of the base is a forty-eight-year-old major. At his age, if he is not promoted in the past two years, he must retire from the army. But in a place like the colony, you can't say anything. The superiors may let him work for a few more years, but Major Thierry has no interest at all. He devoted the best time of his life to the army. When he was young, he also dreamed of becoming a great man like Napoleon, but that has become a thing of the past. His ambitions have already withered and decayed with the rainforest of French Indochina. , Major Thierry was tired of everything around him now, if it weren't for the last pension, he wouldn't want to stay in such a place for a moment. He has made up his mind. Once the time limit is up, he will apply for retirement. Then he will buy a farm in the French township with his savings over the years, hire a few workers and raise some cattle and sheep, and then take his wife to a foreign country for vacation. Enjoy life and make up for lost good times.

"This problem must be solved with the highest priority, otherwise nothing will be done when the rainy season arrives." It was the second Lieutenant Ferranro of the Engineer Company, whose loud voice awakened the major from his thoughts.

"I will submit a report for this, and after the command is instructed, you will get what you want." The major replied in an official tone.

"It's just digging a new pool on the west side of the runway. You don't need to report to the superior." The ensign stared at Major Thierry with wide eyes, and began to wonder if the boss's head was feverish.

"Uh huh." Thierry cleared his throat awkwardly, and couldn't tell the other party that he was out of wandering things before, and he didn't hear anything.

"Any project that changes the topography of the airport must be reported to the superior. You must submit a detailed engineering drawing as soon as possible for the headquarters to review and evaluate. Now you can go out." Thierry continued In an official tone, as an old bureaucrat who has been in the army for many years, the most important experience he has learned from his superiors and colleagues is. In any case, he cannot admit his mistakes to his subordinates.

"Yes. Major." Lieutenant Ferranro reluctantly saluted Major Thierry, then turned angrily and walked out of the conference room.

"The young officers now are so frizzy." Thierry shook his head slightly, picked up the water bottle by the table and poured himself a glass of lemonade.

"Sir!" Thierry's lieutenant, Lieutenant Simon, hurriedly pushed the door and rushed in. Thierry's arm shook with fright, lemonade spilled out of the glass, and cool lemonade ran down the edge of the table. It dripped onto the army pants, soaking a large area of ​​the front crotch of the army pants.

"Oh, God, **** it." Thierry stood up hastily, took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the water.

"Look at what you have done. Is there a devil chasing you behind?" After discovering that the handkerchief was of no avail, the major questioned the culprit unkindly.

"Sorry... Colonel, but I just received... a call from the headquarters. Thirty... Thirty minutes later, a Luftwaffe fighter squadron is about to land on our base. , Request... we are ready to receive..." Lieutenant Simon hurriedly replied, running all the way, he still hadn't breathed well at this time.

"What! Why didn't you inform us earlier, those nasty bureaucrats in the headquarters." Thierry was taken aback, and he couldn't even bother with his wet crotch. He quickly ran to the door and removed his cylindrical military cap from the coat rack.

"The headquarters may be for safety and secrecy." Lieutenant Simon swallowed hard and spoke his guess to his superior.

"I will go to the control tower now and order all ground crews to stand by at their posts." Thierry put on his military cap and strode out of the office.

"You go to the communication office and stare at it. Report to me as soon as there is a new message." Thierry walked through the corridor quickly while saying to Simon who was following him.

"Do you need to sound the alarm."

"Are you crazy? Of course not. By the way, you should first inform the base kitchen and ask them to prepare more food at noon. The headquarters phone did not mention how many Germans came this time." /

"I didn't say it on the phone, but according to a squadron. There are only more than 20 people at most."

"Just count as 30 people. Tell the chef to be more careful. These are very important guests."

"Yes, sir."

"Hurry up and act now."

"Okay, sir, yes, sir." After Lieutenant Simon took the command loudly, he rushed away.

"White Number Three, this is the white team leader, pay attention to your heading." Major Speru pressed the call button on the joystick, his eyes fixed on the second team leader plane in front of him.

"Sorry, sir, the rain outside is too dense." Lieutenant Nemo replied loudly. He checked his compass parameters and gently swung the joystick, the plane slowly returned to the correct course.

"Sir, can we raise the height, the weather report says that the cloud height today is only 1,200 meters."

"The request is rejected. I need to record the landmarks on this route." Sporu turned his fuselage sideways and checked the terrain on the ground, comparing it with the flight map in his hand.

"I am approaching the destination. I just received the navigation radio signal from the airport." Lieutenant Ruen, the communications adjutant of the brigade, reported on the radio.

"The French navigation station is terrible. I hope we can replace it with our equipment as soon as possible." Lieutenant Kakri interrupted.

"The new equipment is on its way in. During this time, let’s overcome it. The one we used earlier is worse than the French. From the map, the destination is still about 90 kilometers away. Height." Major Speru said.

"The first team received...the second team received."

"The third team received...The fourth team received."

"Received by the leader team." On the radio, the team leaders responded one by one in the order of call signs.

"It's time to make contact with the airport, sir." The headphone of the captain heard the calm voice of the administrative deputy, Captain Clausen.

"I see, the communication frequency, the communication frequency." Major Shi Boru checked the landmark outside the window again, and confirmed that his flight path was completely correct. Then he flipped the radio frequency modulation switch to the frequency set before takeoff. .

"Black Hawk calls Violet, Black Hawk calls Violet, please answer when you hear it." Sporu called the airport in fluent French.

After a short silence, the answer from the airport ground commander came from the headset.

"Black Hawk, this is Violet, your voice is very clear, over."

"Our current location is to the southwest of you. We are expected to arrive in fifteen minutes. Please inform you of the weather conditions there, over."

"Understood, Black Hawk, please wait...it is raining here, the amount of rainfall is small, the visibility is 120 meters, the cloud is 700 meters high, there is a weak southeast wind on the ground, it is over."

"Thank you very much, Violet, we will arrive on time, it's over."

"The runway is ready, we welcome you, Black Hawk, over."

"Thank you, see you later, it's over."

"See you later~IndoMTL.com~ finished." The controller in the command tower released the call button, and he turned his face to look at the superior behind him with some confusion.

"I don't know if it is a signal transmission problem. How do I feel that the voice of a woman is talking to me."

"The sound is a bit similar, but how is it possible? Perhaps the German voice is like this." Major Thierry monitored the conversation between the two sides from the microphone throughout the entire process. He also felt that the German team leader’s voice was a bit strange. It can even be said to be quite charming.

"Don't worry about so many, are the personnel on standby, where are the tractors and the fire brigade?" Major Thierry asked the officer on duty in the control tower.

"Everything is in place. The fire brigade and tractor are on standby by the runway." The officer on duty is an ensign of the Air Force, with a small canvas bag slung across his chest, which contains a flare gun and several flares.

"Very well, now I just wait for the Germans to land. I hope their technology is as good as the legend." Major Thierry raised his binoculars and walked to the corridor outside the tower, and began to face the southwest. Looking from the air. (To be continued.) () "The Battle of Resurrection in the Third Reich" only represents the author Feng Rui's point of view. If it is found that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. The position is only dedicated to providing health Green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!