By the time the Führer Flag Team returned to the base camp, it was already completely dark, and eight Junker aunts, carrying soldiers and equipment, landed safely on the solid two-kilometre-long runway at the Friedrich base, guided by bright runway lights.

The base is still under intense expansion projects, and the French Air Force's infrastructure engineering unit has also joined the construction ranks, and construction vehicles painted with German and French logos on the busy construction site are shuttling back and forth day and night. Although the sappers spoke different languages, the exchange of engineering technology quickly dissolved the estrangement between the two sides, and the joint sweating and labor under the scorching sun shortened the distance between the soldiers, and even many people established sincere friendship in cooperation.

As mentioned earlier, the field airfield will become a permanent air base, and the French have high expectations for the role it will play in the future. The airfield was built for the British air war, and after the headquarters moved in, the scale of various infrastructure was increased, and a well-equipped communication and command center was also built, and it was from this base that the German High Command commanded the German three armies to fight the entire British war.

According to the alliance signed between Germany and France, all military facilities established by Germany on French territory during the war would be owned by France after the war, and the German side would retain the right to continue to use them in addition to economic compensation. In the high-level plans of Germany and France, this base will become an important regional command center, and its jurisdiction and control area includes the northwest of France, most of Belgium, part of the Netherlands, the southern coastal areas of the United Kingdom, and most of the English Channel, controlling a large area of airspace with a radius of about 200 kilometers, and this air base will become an important hub of the European continent's air defense circle.

Therefore, the French side was very attentive to the construction of the base, and not only sent a large number of engineering troops, but also specially dispatched a military police unit to join the garrison work of the base. With the addition of these French gendarmes, the number of French peasants around the airport who liked to join in the fun and peep began to decline sharply, which really relieved the chief officer of the garrison.

Because it was the off-season recently, the French people from the nearby villages often came to watch the German planes take off and land. It had become almost a pastime for the locals, who even had barbecues and picnics on the grass when they were in the mood, and because they were outside the cordon, they ignored the warnings of the German patrols. The Germans had a headache for this, but they had no choice but to tear up the rules they had set and arrest these civilians and shoot them all. However, when the French gendarmes came forward, the situation was completely different, and under the iron fist of the French gendarmerie, these difficult villagers were rushed all over the ground by wolves. In less than a week, peace and tranquility had returned to the vicinity of the base.

"The situation was urgent, and my Führer, the Spaniard who took the lead, almost escaped." Randolph excitedly told Xu Jun about his experience in the afternoon.

"Apparently he didn't make it away in the end." Xu Jun cut a small piece of roasted lamb chops filled with black pepper sauce with a knife and elegantly put it into his mouth.

"Yes, my Führer, this foolish Spaniard thought that he would be able to escape us by rushing out of the woods, but he did not know that there was a cavalry guarding beyond the woods. It was the first time I had actually seen cavalry in action, and it was an eye-opener. Randolph's eyes seemed to glow as he spoke. It can be seen how deeply impressed he was by the scene at that time.

We turn our gaze back to a few hours ago, when Major Noel had not been able to buy much time for his companions at the cost of his life. Randolph's frontal search team was successfully blocked by Noel for about a minute, while the guards on the left and right flanks were rapidly interspersing in the direction of the depth of the woods according to the original plan. When they found out that the frontal troops were in contact with the enemy. The interspersed troops immediately began to outflank from both flanks to the center, as a means of cutting off the enemy's retreat.

However, because of the woods, the view is blocked by dense trees, so that there is inevitably a deviation between the two outflanking teams. This is also due to the commander's lack of experience in operating in such an environment. There is no serious consideration, which leads to this embarrassing situation. The two outflanking teams were unable to keep moving in parallel, so when the centripetal outflanking began. The deviation in depth was almost more than 20 meters, which eventually caused the two troops to almost staggered in the jungle, but neither side found any trace of the other.

At this moment, the fugitives had been divided into two groups, the Spaniard and the middle-aged Sir running far ahead, and Jerz and Marian were left behind, trying to catch up with their companions.

As a result, the Spaniards and middle-aged knights, who had taken **** luck, successfully passed through the German blockade through the gap between the two infantry squads when the Germans made mistakes. However, the German troops immediately discovered their problem, and Ensign Hermann quickly turned his head and headed in the direction where the shots rang out, so the two poor young men ran headlong into the muzzle of the platoon leader of the Guard Flag Brigade, who was angry because of his erroneous actions.

"Stand there and don't move!" As soon as the two young men got out of a dense bush, they were confronted by a whole squad of guard flags, the German soldiers raised their black muzzles and pointed them directly, and the officer leading the team had a hideous expression on his face with the submachine gun in his hand.

"Don't shoot! We surrender! Jerz found that he was not as strong as he imagined, and he had originally imagined how brave he would fight in the face of the Germans, but when he really faced the guns of the German army, those courage, dignity, freedom, ideals and other lofty ambitions did not know where to run at this time, his brain was blank, and the only feeling was that his legs were weak and his bladder was distended.

"Lay down your arms! Right away! Herman shouted loudly in Polish.

"You damn Pole!" Ensign Hermann had learned some simple Polish at the SS school, and the two sentences he was most proficient in were the first to shout.

Unless he is highly trained, he will involuntarily speak in his native language when he encounters a moment of crisis, and Jerz has previously shouted surrender in Polish, revealing his identity immediately.

"Okay, okay, don't shoot, we surrender!" It was only then that Jerz remembered that he still had a pistol in his hand. Hurriedly shook his hand and threw the weapon to the ground.

"And you, little man, raise your hands higher." Herman shouted at Marian.

"Okay, sir, okay." The diminutive Marjan hurriedly raised his hands a little higher, and he was now really afraid that the German SS officer in front of him would suddenly shoot him. He didn't know about the other troops, he only knew that when he fled the country, the SS had committed countless atrocities on Polish soil, and they would even shoot innocent old and weak women and children, without any reason at all.

"Go up and search for them." Herman bowed his head at one of the sergeants.

"Franz, Cohen, and Barr. Follow me. The sergeant ordered a few of his men and searched the two Poles.

"What's your name?" After confirming that the other party had no weapons on them, Herman began to conduct preliminary questioning of the captives as he watched his men search them.

"Marian. Rejewski, prefect. Marian replied in a whisper of fear.

"Is this a real name?" Ensign Herman handed the submachine gun to one of his subordinates, pulled out a notebook from his pocket and began to record.

"Yes, sir."

"What about you, what's your name?"

"Jerz. Rozoky. ”

"Do you still have accomplices?"

"There were three companions, one was Major Noel, who stayed behind to cover our escape. There was also a Spaniard named Antonio, another Englishman named Francombe, and the major they called him Sir Smith. By this time Jerz had given up his resistance completely, and he told the Germans everything he knew like a bean in a bamboo tube.

"Keep up. Sir. Antonio called out to one of his last companions.

"I'm sorry, I haven't run like this in a long time, these damn shoes." Sir Francomb struggled over a natural trench before he tripped over a vine and fell into a pile of dry rotting leaves.

"Hell. Do you want to be caught by the Germans? Antonio hesitated, then walked back and grabbed Jazz.

"Thank you, Mr. Antonio. If we can get out, I'll repay you, I swear. Sir Francomb gratitatively grasped Antonio's strong arm.

"Let's wait until we get out, if we are caught by the Germans, we will all be shot." Antonio let go of Jazz and looked back at the road.

"The gunfire has stopped, it looks like our friends are finished, the Germans could catch up at any moment, we need to speed up a little more." After saying that, the Spaniard Mo turned around and continued to run forward.

At this time, the two of them were already panicking, and whether they could pass or not, they only identified one direction and desperately escaped, the dense low bushes in the French jungle became the biggest obstacle on the way to escape, the Spaniards wearing strong military trousers and leggings could still hold on, but the knight wearing a straight dress and trousers was embarrassed, and the valuable trousers had been hung through several gaps in the branches of the bush, revealing the pampered white skin underneath.

However, at this time, Sir Francombe no longer cared about his demeanor and demeanor, he even felt that he heard the shouts of the pursuers behind him, because of the fear of death, his body was frantically secreting adrenaline, so that he could keep running without leaving the Spaniards behind.

A "bang" of gunfire rang out behind them, and a bullet flew past Jazz with a strange whistling sound, and at that moment Francolm suddenly thought it was a pleasant sound, and then he felt that he might be going crazy.

"We can't escape." Francolm gasped and shouted.

"Think of a way, Mr. Antonio." Sir prayed to the Spaniard, hoping that they would come up with some idea to get out of his current predicament.

"There's only one way." The Spaniard suddenly turned his head and raised the muzzle of his gun at Jazz, and Antonio did not hesitate to pull the trigger under the horrified and bewildered gaze of his companion.

"I'm sorry, sir." Glancing at his companion, who was rolling in the pile of dead leaves over the wound on his thigh, the Spaniard turned and continued to gallop forward.

"It's a shame that I hope this guy can delay some time, I was going to get some money from this guy."

The Spaniards fled in the woods without looking back, and the Germans were still in hot pursuit, and it seemed that Jazz had not slowed down his pursuers. The Flag Guard had a numerical advantage, so Antonio's tricks clearly didn't work well here.

The surrounding trees began to thin out, and it seemed that they were approaching the edge of the woods. As long as he ran out of the woods, he was free, and the Spaniard did not know why this strange thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was already extremely tired, and he felt a surge of strength in his body, which supported him to speed forward.

Rushing out of the woods all the way, the Spaniards couldn't help but squint their eyes when they saw a dazzling sunshine in front of them. In front of him was a wide field, and he found a small river more than a hundred meters away from him, the water flowing babblingly, and the water waves reflected crystal sparkles in the sun.

"The Virgin Mary." The Spaniards could not help but shout praises to his faith.

Just as he sighed, a rapidly approaching black shadow was found in the corner of his eye, and Antonio hurriedly turned his head to see a tall knight riding a majestic war horse charging towards him, and the saber in the knight's hand shone with dazzling brilliance, which was the last sight the Spaniard saw before he lost consciousness. (To be continued.) )