Battle of the Third Reich

"Has it all been counted?" Dougan looked down at the stack of lists in his face. ￥f,

"Colonel, it's all counted. It's all here. The number is the same as the list. The seals haven't been damaged." The factory director Herring Fowler clasped her hands tightly on her chest, her face covered with a flattering smile.

The Welsh man is about forty years old, with dark brown hair, red face, round cheeks, and a small but tall belly. In the summer, he wore a light gray hunting suit with good workmanship and quality. Inside, he wore a beige vest that seemed to be a little tight. There was a silver pocket watch chain hanging between the mouth of the bag. Pants, fat calf exposed, and gray wool socks with a pair of very old brown leather shoes.

"After receiving the order from the company's director, I personally sealed it up. Later, Captain Cornell of the Luftwaffe brought him over and put a seal on everything in this manor, even Pitllow’s cabins were numbered.” The Welshman reported respectfully to the SS Colonel.

"Pitro?" Dougan lowered his head and searched the list.

"It's a Corgi we have, a cute dog. Would you like to see it?" Fowler asked diligently.

"Oh, no, I have seen the dog outside. It's smart and clever, compared with some people." Dogen said as he walked to a workbench, he picked up a used screw The cap is quite big and looks full.

"Much smarter..." Dougan waved his hand hard, and the nut flew to the other side of the room.

"Ah!" With a scream, Colonel Dougan nodded in satisfaction.

"Major Randolph, what's wrong with you? Alas? Where did this nut fall from?" The SS corporal, who was next to Randolph, raised his head and looked at the roof beam suspiciously.

"Don't worry, you see nothing." Colonel Dougan picked up a rag and wiped the oil on his hands.

"Oh? What do you see?" the Welsh asked innocently.

"Well, you are also a smart person, and I admire you very much." There was a smile on Dougan's rigid face.

"It's a great honor, Master Colonel. Then, what are you going to do next." Fowler asked with a low shoulder.

"All boxes are numbered. All will be shipped this afternoon." Dougan folded the list and stuffed it into the map bag around his waist.

"Randolph! Go to gather troops immediately. Hey? What's wrong with your head?" Daogen asked, pointing at Randolph who came over with his head covered.

"I don't know what's going on, something fell from above, just fell on my head."

"I've told you not to run around, there are so many precision parts here. Don't touch it if you don't understand it. It's hard to eat now. Wait a moment and find a doctor to take a closer look. Now go to gather troops, Start packing as planned." Dougan glanced at Randolph's head, and it didn't look damaged.

It is rare to be cared for by this gentleman in his own gentle tone. Randolph felt suddenly full of strength. "Observe the sir, no sir." He saluted Dougan, and then ran out of the workshop.

"This prototype must be loaded and unloaded by someone. I told you to find a few workers to help. Are you ready?" Dougan held the holster around his waist and turned to look at the middle of the factory. A huge twin-engine airplane.

"I am all ready, waiting for your call at any time."

"Very good, let them gather at the door of the room."

De Havilland is a veteran aircraft manufacturing company. In the history, it has developed many famous models. It has been famous in the British aircraft manufacturing industry for its focus on wooden body structure. De Havilland is a very personal boss. Every product in the company is branded with his strong color, and what is now placed in front of Dougan is the company's most pinnacle product. On the British data in the hands of Dougan, the stereotype number of this aircraft is dh.98, and there is another name similar to the nickname "Mosquito" in the files of the Royal Air Force.

The "mosquito" type fighter was ranked quite ahead of the list of British military equipment that the head of state must obtain. Prior to this, Dougan and most German officers did not even know that the aircraft existed. The head of state painted it on the spot. A sketch came out and was later regarded by the mystics as the performance of the omniscience and omnipotence of the head of state.

De Havilland is also considered to be well-intentioned. For confidentiality, they moved the entire R&D team into a noble manor with a moat. In this isolated place, the designers and workers are in the manor’s huge banquet hall, and hand-made a bit by bit to create this unique prototype.

Although the plane had not yet undergone a test flight at this time, Dougan firmly believed that the vision of the German head of state would be no problem. If the apostle said yes, the plane must be good. The words of the head of state are always correct, which has been regarded as a creed by Dougan.

"Where did the reception team of Dougan and Randolph go today?" Weyler sat at his desk and rubbed his brows. After the head of state arrived, there was entertainment every night. Of course, the big red man in front of the head of state had to be on his side. Then the quality of sleep of the chief of staff fell back to the time when he was suffering in the headquarters.

"Salisbury Hall. De Havilland's secret workshop." Lieutenant Colonel Kirsten put a cup of coffee on Weiler's table.

"Thank you, Vogelinde." Weiler nodded to his lover, and then picked up the sugar cubes on the tray and threw them into the coffee cup.

"In the past, we often overlooked the equipment under development. In fact, many designs are very good, but because of the defeat of the host country, they were eventually buried in the dust of history." Weierle picked up the coffee spoon Slowly stirring the coffee.

"More often than not, it is common for developers to destroy their own works in order not to fall into the hands of their enemies. It is also common in history." Kirsten sat across from Weiller's desk. .

"So we must try our best to avoid this happening in front of our eyes, even if it is not because the head of state personally issued the order, this can also be used as a test of the ability of the Odin's eye. Colonel Dougan represents the head of the person, I believe no one dares Express your dissatisfaction with his behavior. You must thank the colonel afterwards. You must know that he has just returned to the head of state."

"I know, Your Excellency, I will thank Colonel Dougan." Kirsten nodded vigorously.

"The major Sparrow who accompanied you this time. I remember she and your family should be friends."

"Our great-grandfather used to serve in the same cavalry unit and was a very close comrade."

"No wonder, von Sporru, Gorin had no way to see her. The history of her family can be traced back to the time of the Holy Roman Empire, and there are a lot of noble relatives." Weierle took the coffee and drank. A bite.

"Now she is the only heir to the family. Although she is usually very proud, I know that she has a heavy responsibility on her shoulders."

"The only heir, all eyes are on her. No wonder he chooses to enter the army. This is indeed the best place to avoid trouble. Being able to grow from a test pilot to a captain of a teaching brigade, her efforts should be other. Several dozen times as many people, I know the attitude of the imperial army towards women joining the army, she must have suffered a lot." Weierle took a sip of coffee.

"If it weren't for the 37-year-old head of state who proposed equal opportunities for men and women, I and she would not even be able to join the army." Kirsten lamented.

"At the time, he persuaded Hitler to agree to this plan, but he took a big risk. He didn't expect to be able to persuade Hitler in the end. To know how admired and fanatical the man with a pedigree of descent is to the German tradition, he was actually let him Can agree to liberate women from nurseries and kitchens. Our head of state really has superhuman aptitude."

"How did the head of state convince Hitler at the time?"

"I also asked the head of state at this time. He seemed to convince Hitler that if Germany wants to rise, it must use all the forces that can be organized to bind women to the kitchen and the delivery bed. This is a great deal of human resources. Waste, no matter whether it is a factory or an army, women’s ability to work is not much worse than men’s. So Hitler agreed to recruit a group of unmarried women into the army for testing. As a result, you also see that most female soldiers have successfully stayed in their posts. In the first place, the best of them relied on personal efforts to become high-ranking officers." Weierle finished blinking at Kirsten.

"It's just human resources? It sounds not very respectful of women. But I believe this is just a talking skill, and I can see that the head of state is not such a person." Kirsten did not take up the topic of Weiller.

"To be honest, the former Reinhardt von Steide, and the current head of state, are simply not like a person. So I am more convinced that all this is the will of God, given at the most critical moment. We are a great leader." Weierle put down the coffee cup, picked up the information brought by Kirsten and looked at it.

"The appointment of Major Sporru as the commander of the support squadron will not be a problem for the head of state. It is just who should manage the joint aviation team after arriving at the destination. It must be considered in advance. A squadron has been He was dispatched to French Indochina and reached his destination safely last week. He was led by Lieutenant Joachim Musenberg from 26 Fighter Wing. From the rank of military, of course, he should listen to the Expo. Commander Ru, but you must be clear that pilots have their own set of rules. Once there is a contradiction between the two sides and affects the plan of the heads of state, we can’t afford this responsibility.” Weierle flicked the information in his hand. .

"If it is a 26 fighter wing, then there is no problem at all. Major Sporu’s teaching team once went to the 26 fighter wing to conduct battlefield investigations. The two sides have had many friendly exchanges. She conducted many ace pilots with the 26 wing. After simulating air combat, Mickey Mouse Garland was shot down by her five times in a row, so she had a nickname of "Flame Cat". Major Garland has not been convinced so far. It is said that Sparrow is on his opponent's list It even ranks in front of Major Modders. So let her be the commander, Lieutenant Musenberg from the 26th Wing would have no opinion." Kirsten explained to his teacher with a smile.

"In this case, I will immediately ask someone to draft an order. This time she will come with you. Let her prepare and say that I invited her to a dinner party held by the Legion Command tomorrow night. It is said that Garland and Moormouds Will attend, I can’t wait to see what they saw when they met.” The chief of staff held his glasses and the lens reflected a white light.

The cough is still serious, continue to chew a lot of medicine, last night cough tired sleep, woke up coughing, intermittent toss to the morning. Finally, please let me vote for a monthly ticket. Seeing that I almost coughed up my alveoli and insisted on codewords, even give me a little encouragement.

thank you all. (To be continued.)