September 18 is a day that must be remembered by all Chinese, and it is the most humiliating day of national humiliation. On September 18, 1940, from the early morning of this day, intensive drizzle fell in the city of Tokyo (later Hanoi) and the surrounding areas of Vietnam, and the drought caused by the fine weather that lasted for more than a month in northern Vietnam was finally somewhat relieved.

The Warak Air Base, which is 30 kilometers away from Tokyo City, was also shrouded in a misty rain curtain at this time. The drizzle was drizzling outside, but the air in the base commander's office was still very hot, the fast-spinning fan didn't bring much coolness, and the humming noise from the friction between the aging parts made people feel inexplicably irritated.

The commander of the base was a forty-eight-year-old major, and at his age, if he was not promoted in the past two years, he would have to retire from the army. However, in a place like the colony, he could not say anything, and his superiors might let him work for a few more years, but Major Thierry had no interest in that. He had devoted the best years of his life to the army, and in his youth he had dreamed of being like Napoleon, but that was a thing of the past, and his ambitions had withered along with the rainforests of French Indochina, and Major Thierry was now tired of everything around him, and he would not want to stay in such a place for a moment if it were not for the last vestige of pension. He had already made up his mind, as soon as the time limit was up, he would apply for retirement, and then use all these years savings to buy a farm in his hometown in France, hire a few workers and raise some cattle and sheep, and then take his wife on vacation to a foreign country to enjoy life and make up for the lost good times.

"This problem has to be addressed as a top priority, otherwise nothing can be done when the rainy season comes." It was Ensign Ferranro of the Engineer Company who spoke, and his loud voice woke the Major from his thoughts.

"I'll submit a report on that. Wait until the command gives you the instructions, and you'll get what you want. The Major replied in a slow, official tone.

"It's just a new pond on the west side of the runway, so you don't have to report it to your superiors." The lieutenant stared at Major Thierry with wide eyes, and began to wonder if the boss had a fever in his head.

"Uh-huh." Thierry cleared his throat in embarrassment, he couldn't tell the other party that he was outside the wandering object before, and he hadn't heard anything.

"All projects that change the topography of the airport must be reported to the superiors, and you must submit a detailed engineering drawing as soon as possible for the command to review and evaluate. and now you can go out. Thierry continued to play officially, as an old bureaucrat who had been in the army for many years. The most important lesson he learned from his boss and peers was: In any case, you must not admit your mistakes to your subordinates.

"Yes, Major." Second Lieutenant Ferronro gave a military salute to Major Thierry helplessly, and then turned around and walked out of the conference room angrily.

"That's how frizzy young officers are now." Thierry shook his head slightly, picked up the water bottle on the table and poured himself a glass of lemonade.

"Sir!" Thierry's adjutant, Lieutenant Simon, hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed in, Thierry's arm shook in fright, lemonade spilled out of the cup, and the cool lemonade flowed down the edge of the table onto the trousers, soaking the front crotch of the trousers.

"Oh God. Damn it. Thierry hurriedly stood up and took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the water.

"Look what you've done, is there a devil chasing you from behind?" After discovering that the handkerchief was useless, the major angrily confronted the culprit.

"I'm sorry Colonel, but I just received a call from the General Headquarters that in thirty and thirty minutes a squadron of Luftwaffe fighters will land at our base, asking us to be ready for reception." Lieutenant Simon replied hurriedly. Running all the way over, he didn't even have a breath at this time.

"What! Why didn't you inform us earlier, that hateful group of bureaucrats in the command. Thierry was taken aback. Unable to care about his wet crotch at this point, he hurried to the door and removed his barrel military hat from the coat rack.

"The headquarters may be in the process of security and secrecy." Second Lieutenant Simon swallowed tightly and told his boss his guess.

"I'm going to the control tower now and ordering all the ground crews to be on standby." Thierry put on his military hat and strode out of the office.

"You immediately go to the communications office and keep an eye on it, and report to me as soon as there is any new information." Thierry said briskly through the hallway to Simon, who was following him.

"I don't need to sound the alarm."

"Are you crazy? Of course not, by the way, you go and notify the base kitchen first, and ask them to prepare a little more food for lunch. The call from the headquarters did not mention how many Germans had come this time. ”

"I didn't say it on the phone, but if you count it according to one squadron, there will be more than 20 people at most."

"Thirty people, tell the chef to be careful, these are very important guests."

"Yes, sir."

"Hurry up and act now."

"Yes, sir, obey, sir." After Second Lieutenant Simon shouted the order, he ran away wildly.

"White Three, this is the white leader, watch your course." Major Sporu pressed the call button on the joystick, his eyes fixed on the second squad leader in front of him.

"I'm sorry sir, it's raining too hard outside." Ensign Nemo replied loudly, checking his compass parameters, and with a gentle swing of the joystick, the plane slowly returned to the correct course.

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

"The request is denied, and I need to document the landmarks on this route." Sboru turned his fuselage sideways, checking the terrain on the ground, comparing it with the flight map in his hand.

"I'm close to my destination, and I've just received a navigation radio signal from the airport." Lieutenant Rune, the brigade's communications adjutant, reported over the radio.

"The French navigation radio is really terrible, and we hope to replace our equipment as soon as possible." Technical adjutant Lieutenant Kakri interjected.

"The new equipment is on its way, so let's get over it for a while, the ones we used earlier were worse than the French. Judging from the map, there are still about 90 kilometers away from the destination, and the teams should pay attention to maintaining their altitude. Major Sbojou said.

"First squad received, second squad received."

"Third squad received, fourth squad received."

"Captain received." On the radio, the captains of each squad replied one by one in the order of the call sign.

"It's time to get in touch with the airport, sir." The captain's headset came the calm voice of Captain Clawson, the adjutant of administration.

"Got it, communication frequency, communication frequency." Major Sbojou looked out the window again to check the landmark, and to make sure that his route was completely correct, then flipped the radio FM switch to the frequency set before takeoff.

"Black Hawk calls Violet, Black Hawk calls Violet, hear it, please answer." Sbojou uses fluent French to call the airport.

After a brief silence, the headset heard the voice of the airport ground commander replying.

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

"Our location is in the southwest of yours, and we are expected to arrive in fifteen minutes, please inform you of the weather there, over."

"Got it, Black Hawk, please wait a moment for it to rain here, the rain is light, the visibility is one hundred and twenty meters, the clouds are seven hundred meters high, and there is a faint southeast wind on the ground, over."

"Thank you very much, Violet, we'll be there on time, over."

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

"Thanks, I'll see you later, over."

"I'll see you later, it's over." The controller in the command tower let go of the call button, and he turned his face to look at his superiors behind him with some confusion.

"I don't know if it's a signal transmission problem, but I think it's a woman's voice talking to me."

"The voice is a bit similar, but how is it possible, maybe that's what the German voice is." Major Thierry listened to the conversation from the microphone the whole time, and he also found the German leader's voice strange, even charming.

"Don't worry so much, are the personnel on standby, what about the tractor and the fire brigade?" Major Thierry asked the officer on duty in the conning tower.

"It's all in place, the fire brigade and the tractor are on standby at the runway." The officer on duty was an Air Force second lieutenant with a small canvas bag slung across his chest with a flare gun and several flares.

"Very well, now just wait for those Germans to land, and hope their skills are as good as the legend suggests." Major Thierry raised his binoculars and walked to the cloister outside the tower and began to look into the air to the southwest. (To be continued.) )