The air flow stirred through the plywood skin of the Swift Dragon, sending out a worrisome "thump" sound as the cabin facilities collided with each other in a tremor.

This is a short-haul passenger aircraft with excellent performance, and the British "German . Since its birth, many British celebrities have flown in this plane, and it is familiar to the British public for its excellent handling and safety.

The German pilot, however, did not understand this, and it was the first time he had flown such an English-made aircraft, and although he said that he was completely sure, it was actually only to appease the passengers.

The flight went smoothly at first, and it seemed that the British Air Force lieutenant had picked a good plane for them, but when the flight was more than halfway through, Krieger noticed that the right engine was making strange noises, and he could only make a simple visual inspection in the air, and finally judged that there should be a fault in the oil line, and his right engine was slowly leaking lubricating oil.

Luckily, the fuel tanks of the two engines are independent of each other, and a leak on one side will not affect the operation of the other engine. According to Krieger's estimates, there was not enough lubricant left to support their return to Tsibilit, and he had to make an immediate decision whether to make a forced landing or continue the flight to Cairo.

Krieger chose the shortest route when he set out, not following the desert road from Suez to Cairo, but flying straight over the center of the desert. At this time, the plane was below the famous Arabian Desert, and if Krieger's calculations were correct, they were still 70 kilometers away from Cairo, and even if they made a successful forced landing in the desert, without fresh water and supplies, Krieger doubted that they would be able to make it through this journey alive.

As for waiting for rescue from the outside world, Krieger didn't expect it at all, especially when he found out that the radio was also malfunctioning, and he could only receive the letter but could not send it out, the Luftwaffe second lieutenant believed that it was a deliberate sabotage, and all this in front of him was probably a conspiracy laid by the British Air Force second lieutenant.

Of course, these speculations are not going to be shared with the passengers in the back cabin, because they will only cause panic and will not help solve the current predicament at all.

So Krieger just briefly talked to Horn about the engine of the plane, and said that it would not affect the next flight, and he was sure enough to bring everyone to their destination safely.

The foundation of the Swift Dragon is quite good, De. Havilland does have the capital to be proud of, and even if one engine fails, the plane still has enough power to keep her flying.

The aircraft used two "Gypsy Queen III" engines with two hundred and five horsepower each, which seemed to be incomparable to those fighter engines that could reach up to seven or eight hundred horsepower at every turn, but considering that the full load weight of this aircraft was only 2.5 tons, this power was enough to allow her to reach a speed of 250 kilometers per hour, which was quite a record for a six-seat short-haul passenger aircraft designed in the thirties.

"Don't worry, it's just a little shaky, and it will be better when you get down to six hundred meters." Krieger loudly comforted the passengers behind him, holding the joystick with a distinctly British style in both hands (with a symmetrical ring-mounted structure at the top for the pilot to hold and power).

"I believe you, Caluz, come on." Miss Dewar replied aloud, holding back her fear.

Captain Horn was surprised by the performance of the two French girls, and he could tell that they were scared, but insisted on not crying and screaming like ordinary girls. These are two women with strong hearts, and they remind Captain Horn of his hometown, the beautiful girl in the skirt of Hitler's Girls, who used to be so brave and strong.

"Be careful, it's all up to you, Second Lieutenant Krieger." Horn looked at the earthy ground below, turned his face and shouted to the pilot.

"No problem, I'll leave it all to me." Krieger held up a hand to let the passengers in the rear compartment see his thumbs up.

"Sir, the plane didn't answer, it should be a communication failure." The Royal Air Force Major reported to Colonel Henry.

"Is this kind of thing common? Major Whitewood. Sir Fay chimed in.

"There's a big temperature difference between day and night, and the radio equipment often has some glitches." Whitewood replied.

"Can't you get to them any other way?" Colonel Henry frowned.

"We can use flares or smoke, but is that necessary, sir? They were about to land in a few minutes. Major Whitewood asked, the Swiftloon was the Royal Air Force's own plane, and it was all his comrades.

"The problem is the Germans," said Colonel Henry, when the exclamation of a lookout post rang out outside the awning.

"Sir, the right side engine of that Swift Dragon has stalled."

"What? Hell yes. The Royal Air Force Major hurriedly rushed out of the awning, raised his glasses and aimed at the Swift Dragon, which was entering the landing course.

"You're right, the right propeller is slowly going down." The Major put down his binoculars, turned his head to the officer on duty behind him and asked, "Are the fire trucks and ambulances in place?" ”。

"Yes, sir." The answer is yes.

"Let them go to the runway immediately and stand by, hopefully they won't be needed."

"Yes, sir." The star officer saluted, then turned around and ran to arrange the arrangement.

"Sir, there's another plane flying to the west, seven hundred in height, it's a big guy." Another lookout shouted.

"This is supposed to be the German envoy's plane, damn it, it's all crashed into one piece." The Air Force Major held up the telescope again.

"Sir, the tower reports that the German envoy's plane has arrived, and they are ready to enter the landing route." The radio operator in the communications convertible reported loudly.

"There's no way, let the Germans wait in the air first, and let the tower guide them to make a few more turns." Major Whitewood commanded loudly.

"What happened?" Colonel Henry heard the sound and ran over.

"The planes of the Germans arrived, and there they were." The Air Force Major pointed to the sky.

"What to do now, can you let that our plane wait and let the German plane land first." It sounded like Colonel Henry was consulting the Major, but the tone he actually used was not at all.

"That Swiftloon's engine failed, and I don't know if it will last long." Whitewood explained.

"Hmph... Since you insist, then it's all up to you, Major Whitewood. Colonel Henry frowned, in front of so many Air Force officers, he couldn't give a mandatory order.

"If something goes wrong, throw this Whitewood out and take the blame." Colonel Hunt turned and walked into the awning, secretly making a decision.

The Swift Dragon entered the glide course, less than a kilometer from the top of the runway, and even with the naked eye, it was clear that the right propeller of the plane was not rotating normally, and there was a faint white tail of smoke dragging behind the engine nacelle.

"Everyone, get ready, we're going to land." Krieger shouted to his companions. The flaps had been put into the landing gear, and the plane's speed had dropped to 170 kilometers per hour, which was still a little faster for this biplane.

"Don't worry, you can be sure that you will succeed the first time." Krieg cheered himself and his companions loudly.

The German pilot gently pulled the joystick back, and the nose of the Swiftloon began to rise high, and the speed of the plane was further reduced, at this point the wings could no longer bring more lift, and the landing gear began to approach the ground.

"Ten feet, five feet, three feet, well done!" Seeing the Swiftloon's three-point landing gear touching the runway at almost the same time, Whitewood couldn't help but applaud the pilot's skill.

"It was a textbook perfect landing, and the pilot was a veteran, I don't know if it was someone we knew." The Royal Air Force Major said to the officer on duty.

"It doesn't look like we need a fire truck." The star officer said with a smile.

"Send a few people over and tell her not to stop on the runway and move to the taxiway immediately, we must clear the runway as soon as possible and let the Germans land." Whitewood didn't have time to joke, he had the most important work to do.

"Yes, sir." The officer on duty saluted and was ordered.

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