Battle of the Third Reich - v6 Chapter 354

The Luftwaffe Air Station 604 is located six kilometers northwest of the town of Waieus, and the radio call sign assigned to it by the headquarters happens to be “Reinhardt”. Pilots of the Luftwaffe 2nd Air Force will jokingly call it “Rose Paradise” or “Pink Bunny” when calling internally, because the initials of these German words are R.H.

“”White Wolf” calls “Reinhardt.” The view here is very clear. We will land in five minutes.” Lieutenant Captain Upert glanced at the instrument panel, and all instrument indexes were within the normal range.

“”White Wolf”, the runway has been cleaned up, welcome to “Rose Paradise”.” A reply from the airport’s air traffic control came from the headset, and the signal was clear and loud.

“”White Wolf” understands, see you later, it’s over.” The captain Song developed the letter button and turned his face to look out the side window.

It can be seen that the two BF109 escorts on the left are shaking their wings and are accelerating beyond this FW200 transport aircraft.

“Finally check, it’s time to land.” First Officer Lieutenant Heinstein turned his head and said to Sergeant Ruhr sitting on the seat of the aviation engineer.

“Everything is normal.” Ruhr gave a thumbs-up to the co-pilot, while skillfully adjusting the dazzling valves and circuit switches on the control panel.

The simple steel runway of the air station is 850 meters long. A new concrete runway is currently being built on the right side of the main runway. Although the project is only half completed, the approximate outline range can be seen in the air. At least 1,500 meters or more.

This is only the first phase of the expansion project of this military air station. Eventually, this airport will become a large comprehensive military base. The German navy long-range reconnaissance aircraft that will take off and land from here in the future can cover the entire North Sea and half of the Baltic Sea. Divided into the combat radius.

The six BF109 fighters affiliated with JG53 were lined up in three two-plane formations. They first made a gorgeous low-altitude pass, then climbed to a height of 800 meters again, and began to circle around the edge of the airport.

The FW200 transport aircraft painted in white put down huge **** and slowly descended towards the center of the runway. The landing gear hatch under the engine nacelle spreads out on both sides, and the hydraulic drum drives the landing gear to extend out of the cabin and lock it. After ten seconds or so, the thick rubber tires are heavily rolled onto the brown-painted steel track on.

In the harsh friction sound, a cyan smoke rose between the brake pads and the tires. The pilot tried to control the large 18-ton aircraft and taxied accurately along the center line of the runway.

There was already a group of people waiting by the runway, some from the army and some from the air force. The officers all wore sturdy uniforms and wore parade ornaments and ceremonial swords. A large group of air force ground crew members wearing blue-gray jumpsuits stood head-to-toe on the taxiway. Although they could not compare with the formal honor guards, the queue was generally neat.

Four shiny black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked by the runway. There were more than a dozen people standing in front of the convoy. There was a gap between them and soldiers in uniform. The two sides consciously maintained a subtle distance.

These people are generally of the same type of dress, dark pants and black leather shoes, black leather trench coat and bowler hat, some people’s coats have obvious bulge on the waist side, obviously carrying some kind of weapon, their eyes are sharp and serious , People can’t help but be intimidated.

At one time, this costume was the most feared nightmare of all the residents of the occupied area, whether it was the secret police or the General Security Bureau, which represented the most brutal dark side of the Nazis.

“They are here, sir.” A Gestapo said behind his boss.

“Well, it’s quite punctual.” The leader of the team looked down at the wrist watch. Against the surface of the mother-of-pearl, the black pointer pointed to 11.45.

This person’s name is William Kirwin Wolfstein, the third-level police officer of the German secret national police, which is equivalent to a major in the army.

The Gestapo is different from the SS security department. They were originally the Prussian political police during the Weimar period. They were regular disciplinary forces under the Prussian Ministry of the Interior. Before the Nazis came to power, they had built a surveillance network throughout the country. In Germany Society has great deterrent and influence.

After the Gestapo was controlled by the Nazis, it became one of the most powerful weapons that the Nazis used to maintain their “national socialist” thinking and dictatorship. Although the Gestapo is under the command of the General Security Administration, the power of these secret police is almost unlimited compared to the SS agents of the Ministry of Security. For ordinary German people, these people are themselves “laws”.

The Gestapo inherited the Prussian style of bureaucracy, and performed tasks that were almost impersonal. This is also the most respected by Hitler and the top Nazis. It must be cruel to the enemies of the country.

Major Wolfstein was such a standard Gestapo. When performing his mission, he was a cunning and cruel wolf, and even made his subordinates and allies feel shudder. The psychological pressure he brought to the people around him, sometimes It even surpasses those enemies who are ignorant of everything.

But in daily life, he is a good husband and good father who cares for his family very much, and is a well-known daughter. In the office, he was a reliable boss and subordinate, and his relationship with his colleagues was good. Regardless of whether he had been on a mission with him, he admitted that Major Wolfstein was usually a good showman, Gentle and humble gentleman, a standard Prussian man who still retains a lot of traditional virtues.

The plane taxied slowly to the front of the welcome queue. The crew retracted the throttle of the engine. A ground crew pressed the soft cap with one hand and the folding gangway with one hand, and quickly ran to the cabin door.

The crew opened the cabin door from the inside, and the ground crew skillfully fixed the gangway to the slot. A German army lieutenant wearing a field uniform appeared in front of the cabin door.

The lieutenant general glanced at the welcoming team on the runway first, and then quickly stepped down the ramp to get off the plane, followed by the general was a young army major with a tan leather in his hand briefcase.

“Good afternoon, General Wehrler, I am commander Lieutenant Colonel Ralph. Please allow me to represent all the officers and men of the base and extend my sincere welcome to your presence.” The base commander is a fifty-year-old lieutenant colonel There are two beautiful splayed beards on the waist, the waistband is tightly tied to some blessed belly, and a 1913 version of the first-level iron cross medal is hanging under the chest pocket.

“Fortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Ralph.” Weiler returned to the eloquent lieutenant colonel with a military salute.

“Welcome, Your Excellency General, I am the deputy commander…” Then the rest of the army and air officers stepped forward in order to salute the chief personal staff of the head of state.

“Wolfstein, I have been waiting for you for a long time, General Weiler.” When it was Gestapo’s turn, the secret police took off his bowler hat, nodded his heels, and then extended his right hand to the Lieutenant General.

“Fortunately, I have heard of you in Berlin, major.” Weiler shook Wofstein’s hand.

“Lieutenant Colonel, how long does it take for the aircraft to refuel?” Weiler turned and asked Ralph.

“With the necessary maintenance work, it is estimated to be completed within an hour.” The Air Force Lieutenant Colonel replied.

“General, the chef at the base has prepared a sumptuous lunch for you.” The deputy commander added diligently.

“Then we still have an hour to tell me what you have. We can talk while eating, Major.” Weiler turned back and smiled at Wolfstein.

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