"Have you counted them all?" Dogan looked down at the stack of checklists in his hand with a grimace.

"Colonel, everything has been counted, it's all here, the number is the same as on the list, and the seals have not been broken." Workshop Supervisor Herring. Flauer clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his face was covered with a flattering smile.

The Welshman was about forty years old, with long dark brown hair, a red face, round cheeks, and a small man with a conspicuous belly. It was summer, he was wearing a light gray hunting suit, the workmanship and materials were good, he was wearing a beige waistcoat that seemed to be a little tight, a silver pocket watch chain hanging between the pockets, a pair of light blue pants underneath, fat calves exposed, and a pair of old brown leather shoes over gray wool socks.

"After receiving the order from the director of the company, I personally led people to seal the place, and then Captain Connell of the Luftwaffe came with people and put seals on everything in the manor, even Pielow's cottage was numbered." The Welshman respectfully reported to the SS colonel.

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

"It's a corgi we raised, it's a cute dog, do you want to see it?" Flauer asked earnestly.

"Oh, no, I've seen that dog out there, it's smart and well-behaved, compared to some people." Dougan said as he walked over to a workbench, and he picked up a discarded nut in his hand, which was quite large and looked very heavy.

"Be smarter...... Dogan waved his hand vigorously, and the nut flew to the other end of the room with a whoosh.

"Ahh With a scream, Colonel Dogan nodded in satisfaction.

"Major Randolph, what's wrong with you? Alas? Where did this nut come from? The SS corporal who was next to Randolph looked up at the beams of the roof in confusion.

"Don't worry over there, you don't see anything." Colonel Dogan picked up a rag and wiped the grease off his hands.

"Oh? What do you see? The Welshman asked innocently.

"Hmm. You're also a smart guy, and I admire you. There was a hint of a smile on Dogan's rigid face.

"It is a great honor, Colonel. So, what are you going to do next. Flor asked respectfully.

"It's all packed according to the number, and it's all going to be shipped away this afternoon." Dogan folded the list and stuffed it into the map bag on his waist.

"Randolph! Immediately go and assemble troops. Ay? What's wrong with your head? Dougan asked, pointing to Randolph, who was walking over with his head covered.

"I don't know what's going on, something fell from above. It landed right on my head. ”

"I've told you not to run around, there are so many precision parts here, don't touch them casually if you don't understand, now you're suffering, wait a while to find a doctor to take a closer look." Now immediately go and gather the troops and start packing according to the plan. Dougan glanced at Randolph's head, which didn't look broken.

It was rare to be cared for and condoled by his boss in a gentle tone, and Randolph suddenly felt full of strength. "Obey the order, sir, there is no problem, sir." He saluted Dogan. Then he ran out of the workshop.

"This prototype must be loaded and unloaded by a special person, I informed you to find a few workers to assist on the side, are the manpower ready?" Dogan held the holster on his waist and turned to look at the huge twin-engine plane in the middle of the factory.

"I'm all ready, ready for your call."

"Very well, let them meet at the door of the room."

De Havilland is a long-established aircraft manufacturer with a history of developing many famous aircraft types, and has always been known in the British aircraft industry for its focus on wooden airframe structures. De Havilland is a boss with a lot of personality. Every product in the company has been branded with his strong personal color, and now it is placed in front of Dogan. It is the pinnacle of the company's products. According to the British information in Dogen's possession, the aircraft was designated as DH.98, and the RAF archives had another name similar to the nickname "Mosquito".

The "Mosquito" fighter was at the top of the list of British equipment that the Führer had specified and required to obtain, and before that Dougan and most of the German officers did not even know that the plane existed, and the Führer drew a sketch on the spot, which was later regarded by the mystics as a manifestation of the Führer's omniscient and omnipotent powers.

De Havilland is also well-intentioned. In order to keep it secret, they moved the entire R&D team into an aristocratic manor with a moat, and in this isolated place, the designers and workers built this unique prototype by hand in the manor's huge banquet hall.

Although at this time the aircraft has not yet undergone test flights. However, Dougan was convinced that there would be no problem with the German Führer's vision, and if the apostle said yes, then the plane would be good. The Führer's words are always true, which has been regarded as a creed by Dogen.

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"Where did Dorgen and Randolph's receiving team go today?" Weirle sat behind his desk and rubbed his brows, there was a party every night after the Führer's arrival, and of course the big red man in front of the Führer had to be on his side, so the quality of the chief of staff's sleep fell back to when he was struggling in the high command.

"Salisbury Hall, de Havilland's secret workshop." Lieutenant Colonel Kirsten placed a cup of coffee on Weirle's table.

"Thank you, Voglind." Weirle nodded to his beloved disciple, then picked up the sugar cube on the tray and threw it into his coffee cup.

"In the past, we tended to ignore the equipment that was being developed, but in fact, many of the designs were very good, but they were buried in the dust of history only because the country was defeated." Willle picked up the coffee spoon and stirred it slowly.

"More often than not, it is the developers who destroy their own works in order to keep their own efforts from falling into the hands of the enemy, which is also common in history." Kirsten sat down across from Werle's desk.

"So we must do everything we can to prevent this from happening before our eyes, even if it is not because the Führer himself gave the order, which can be regarded as a test of Odin's ability to act. Colonel Doagan represents the Führer personally, and it is believed that no one dares to express dissatisfaction with his actions. You must thank the Colonel afterwards for this, knowing that he has only just returned to the Führer. ”

"I see, Your Excellency, I will thank Colonel Dogen in person." Kirsten replied with a vigorous nod.

"The Major Shi Boru who came with you this time, I remember that she and your family should be world friends."

"Our great-grandfather served in the same cavalry unit and was a very close comrade-in-arms."

"No wonder. Feng. Sbojou, who had nothing to do when Goering saw her, had a family history dating back to the Holy Roman Empire, full of aristocrats. Wehrle took a sip of his coffee.

"Now she's the only heir to the family, and although she usually acts proudly, I know that she actually has a heavy responsibility on her shoulders."

"The only heir, all eyes are on her, no wonder she chose to join the army, this is indeed the best place to avoid trouble. Able to grow from a test pilot to the captain of a teaching brigade. She should put in dozens of times the effort of others, I know the attitude of the Imperial Army towards women joining the army, she must have suffered a lot. Wehrle took a sip of his coffee.

"Had it not been for the proposal of equal opportunities for men and women in 37 years by His Excellency the then Führer, she and I would not have even joined the army." Kirsten sighed.

At that time, he persuaded Hitler to agree to this plan, but he took a great risk, and he did not expect to be able to convince Hitler in the end, knowing how much admiration and fanaticism the German tradition was so much that he could agree to the liberation of women from the nursery and kitchen. Our Führer does have a superhuman eloquence for it. ”

"How did Your Excellency the Führer convince Hitler at that time?"

"I also once asked the Führer about this time, and he seemed to convince Hitler. If Germany wants to rise, it must use all the forces that can be organized, and it is a great waste of human resources to tie women to the kitchen and the delivery bed, whether it is a factory or the army, women are not much less capable of working than men. So Hitler agreed to recruit a group of unmarried women into the army for experiments, and you can see the results. Most of the female soldiers managed to stay on the job, and the best of them became senior officers through their own efforts," Werler said and winked at Kirsten.

"Just human resources? It may not sound very respectful of women, but I believe that it is just a conversation technique, and it is clear that the Führer is not such a person. Kirsten did not pick up on the topic of Werler.

"To tell you the truth, Reinhardt. Feng. Stadler. And the current Führer is simply not like a person, so I am even more convinced that all this is the will of God, who gave us a great leader in the most critical moment. Werler put down his coffee cup, picked up the materials Kirsten had brought, and flipped through them.

"The appointment of Major Spojou as the commander of the support squadron will not be a problem with the Führer, but after arriving at the destination, who should manage the combined air force in a unified manner must be thought out in advance. A squadron had already been sent to French Indochina, and had arrived safely last week, led by Joachim, who had been transferred from the 26th Fighter Wing. Lieutenant Musenberg, judging by his rank, of course, should be under the command of Major Spojou, but you must know that pilots have their own set of rules, and if there is a conflict between the two sides and it affects the Führer's plan, none of us can afford this responsibility. Werler flicked the information in his hand.

"If it is the 26th Fighter Wing, then there is no problem at all, Major Sboru's teaching team once went to the 26th Fighter Wing to conduct battlefield research, and the two sides have had many friendly exchanges. She had simulated aerial combat with many ace pilots of the 26th Wing, and Mickey Mouse Garland was shot down by her five times in a row, so she got the nickname "Flame Cat", Major Garland is still not very convinced, and it is said that Sporu is even ranked ahead of Major Mormodus in his opponent list. So let her be the commander, Lieutenant Musenberg, who came from the 26th Wing, will not have any opinion. Kirsten smiled and explained to his teacher.

"In that case, I'll have someone draft an order at once, and this time she'll come with you, let her prepare, and say that I'll invite her to a dinner party at the Legion Headquarters tomorrow night. Garland and Mor Modes are said to be in attendance, and I can't wait to see what they look like. The chief of staff lifted his glasses, and the lenses reflected a white light.

The cough is still severe, and I continue to gnaw on a lot of medicine, and last night I was tired of coughing and fell asleep, woke up and coughed, and tossed intermittently until morning. In the end, please vote for me a monthly ticket, for the sake of me insisting on the code word when I am about to cough up the alveoli, even if I give me a little encouragement.

Thank you. (To be continued.) )