One hundred and fifty kilometers away from Friedrich Air Base, the field airfield, numbered G04, was built in a glade surrounded by dense trees, and ordinary people would not have known that there was an airfield hidden here if they were not looking down from the sky.

Standing under a camouflage camouflage of woodland debris in the scorching sun, Colonel Dogan stood under a camouflage camouflage of woodland debris, wearing only a white linen shirt, holding his sleeves high, and binoculars in his hand carefully observing the perimeter of the airport. Next to the Colonel, Major Randolph, dressed in a white summer uniform, sat in a small folding chair, cramming his tongue out like a hot dog.

"What do you look like, there's lemonade in the bucket, go pour a glass yourself, you can't stand it after running this distance, I'm going to give you intensive training when you go back."

"Got it, Colonel." Hearing the kindness of his boss, Randolph hurriedly threw himself to the side of the thermos bucket, picked up the paper cup buckled on the top, and poured himself a glass of cool lemonade.

"Oh God, that's amazing." Holding the paper cup, Randolph couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. On this hot summer afternoon, sipping a glass of chilled lemonade with peppermint is simply a heavenly treat.

"The Guard Flag Team is ready? Have all the sentinels been carefully inspected? Dogan glanced at the major who was holding a paper cup next to him with a comfortable expression on his face, and frowned slightly.

"Starck is there to keep an eye on, there will be no problem." Randolph was wiping the sweat from the back of his head with a paper cup in one hand and a handkerchief in the other, and then he noticed that his boss's face suddenly became a little unkind.

"Oh, I mean, yes! It's all checked, Colonel! Randolph hurriedly threw away the paper cup in his hand, straightened his chest and replied loudly.

"Hmm." Dogan glanced at his subordinates again, and this time the reaction was quite fast.

"How long will it take? Captain. After waiting for a while, realizing that Dogan ignored him, Randolph slowly moved over to the thermos and poured himself another glass of lemonade.

"I don't know, you can't wait?" Dougan put down his binoculars and turned his head to speak.

"No, Colonel, ahem, ahem." Randolph almost choked on a mouthful of water, and coughed a few times before hurriedly answering.

"No problem at all, Colonel, I'll have to wait a little longer."

"If you're bored, check the defenses around one side again."

"It's not boring at all. Captain. ”

"Very well, then obediently stay here for me, the Führer's plane may land at any moment." Dougan hung his glasses on his chest, took out a small notebook from his breast pocket, raised his wrist to look at the time, and then picked up the pencil in the notebook and began to make notes in the notebook.

Seeing that the chief had begun to write and draw in the little notebook again, Randolph sat back on his stomach in his small folding chair. The sun was scorching, and under a large awning on the side of the tarmac not far away, a group of base officers, pilots, ground crew, and the like were gathering and chatting. I don't know what happy things to say, but there are bursts of laughter. Lonely and Dogen squatted on the side of the runway, and Randolph felt a little bored, so he wanted to go over and join in the fun. When you are bored. The SS major had made another mistake with his hand, so he picked up the fuG500 portable radio on the small table next to him and turned the FM knob at the top to play.

Suddenly, there was a static noise, followed by an intermittent call from the horn.

"Here's what I've received, I've finished listening" sounds like German. Randolph suddenly came to his senses.

"Whoever speaks there, tell your number." This walkie-talkie is the latest product of the German army, and it is distributed with the elite of the German army. At the moment this frequency does not belong to the Guard Flag Corps, apparently there is a German unit in the vicinity equipped with the same communication equipment.

"Maybe it's a little far away, and the signal can't be distinguished." Randolph carefully adjusted the FM knob and increased the volume of the microphone.

"Give me your number." Randolph shouted loudly over his walkie-talkie.

"Randolph, who are you talking to?" Dougan stood behind Randolph and asked with a calm face, having already said that he didn't know how many times, this communication tool was not a toy.

"I don't know, maybe it's too far away, and the signal is a little weak." Randolph was so focused on the unknown unit on the other side that he didn't notice that Colonel Dogan's air pressure was dropping rapidly.

The signal heard "here is not somewhere" is still intermittent.

"No, they may be near us." Dougan was also intrigued, though his focus was clearly a little different from Randolph's. Grabbing the walkie-talkie from Randolph's hand, Dougan expertly adjusted a few knobs.

"This kind of radio is in good conditions, the communication distance is about five kilometers, and it can be a little farther without obstacles, although we are surrounded by woods, there is a certain interference with radio signals, so this unit is likely not far away from us."

"Do you think there's a problem?" Randolph, who had a depressed face after the toy was snatched away, hurriedly asked nervously after seeing Colonel Dogan's serious expression.

"Possibly, or maybe it's just a passing troop, there's a road not far from the woods." Dogan said as he fiddled with the walkie-talkie knob in his hand.

"Do you want to send someone to check it out?"

"There is a checkpoint next to the highway, you go and make a phone call to see if there are any troops passing through the perimeter, and at the same time order the guards of the base to strengthen their vigilance, at this time we must not let go of any suspicious clues." Finding that the walkie-talkie was no longer receiving the call signal, Dogan turned the walkie-talkie's frequency back to its original position and put it back on the table.

"Yes, Colonel." Randolph quickly stood up and saluted Dogen, and then quickly ran towards the large awning, he wanted to find the base commander to give orders.

Just as the base was busy raising its alert level due to Major Randolph's discovery, a large fleet of aircraft appeared in the sky, and the rumbling of engines could be heard in the distance.

"It should be them, the guard flag team assembles! Stark, bring your people here! Dogen started the phone and called loudly.

"Yes, Colonel." Captain Stark's voice was so loud and clear that Dougan scratched his ear and turned off the volume of the microphone.

"Good." Putting down the walkie-talkie, Colonel Dogen picked up his uniform from the folding chair next to him, and immediately put it on meticulously and seriously.

It was a group of two Junkers JU52 transport planes and thirteen fighter jets, with a five-finger formation of five BF109 fighters flying at the front, and a four-plane formation on each side of the transport planes to escort them. As they approached the runway, the fleet began to reorganize, followed by one aircraft following each other, slowly circling around the airport and waiting to enter the landing route.

The first to land was the BF109 formation, which led the captain to complete a textbook landing, and it can be seen that the pilot's skills are very sophisticated, and the three wheels touch the ground gently almost at the same time, and the whole landing process is as smooth as fingers caressing silk. The wingmen who followed closely behind also performed very well, and in just two minutes, five Mercedes-Schmidt aircraft landed safely on the runway.

"Attention all!" Stark shouted out the command, and the soldiers of the Guard Flag Team stood up with their guns neatly, and everyone held their breath and watched excitedly as the blue-gray painted JU52 in the air slowly landed. The flight quality of this transport aircraft was so good that it slipped almost like a leaf and fell on the run. Aunt Juncker's engine exhaust pipe spewed green smoke, slowly slid to the tarmac on the side of the runway, before the propeller stopped, the two soldiers of the guard flag team had already run to both sides of the door, the flight attendants on the plane opened the cabin door, and the soldiers skillfully helped him place the folding pedal.

"Salute!" Starck roared loudly, and under the scorching sun, the SS men neatly raised their rifles and saluted the Führer. Dogan walked forward quickly and waited in front of the cabin door.

Tysenhofen was the first to step off the plane, as always, and the young Führer's personal lieutenant first looked around nervously, saw Dogen waiting beside him, and then grabbed the other man's arm and spoke in his ear. Stark looked at the scene in front of him curiously, this was the first time this situation had occurred. Not knowing what Tysenhofen said, a strange look of surprise suddenly appeared on Dogen's face.

"Didn't any of you stop him?" Amid the roaring of engines, Starck faintly heard Colonel Dougan shouting.

"He's the Führer!" Tysenhowen spread his hands helplessly, and Colonel Dogan stomped his foot, turned around and ran quickly towards the guard flag.

"Stark, bring a few people with me." Dogen commanded loudly.

"Where to go? Captain. Stark looked puzzled, the Führer hadn't gotten off the plane yet.

"Don't worry so much, keep up." Dogen yelled as he ran towards the tarmac at the other end of the taxiway.

"Hey, what's going on, Colonel, where is the Führer?" After Randolph completed Dogen's order, he hurried to the plane with the base commander, just in time to see Colonel Dogan galloping into the distance like a wild horse, he suspiciously grabbed Tysenhofen, who was about to follow up, and asked.

"The Führer is on that Mercedes-Schmidt fighter!"

"What did you say?" Randolph felt that he had misheard something.

"The fighter who led the team." Tysenhofen pointed to a team of BF109s that were turning around and gliding on the taxiway in the distance.

"You mean the Führer," Randolph opened his mouth wide.

"Don't keep up yet." Tysenhofen shouted as he ran forward.

"Oh my God!" Randolph and the base commander looked at each other, then spread their legs and began to run.

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