Chapter 89 Airport
The Netherlands, Soestberge Airport, a big shot came today.
Seth Inquart, this Austrian has just been appointed by Mr. Mustache as the "Imperial Commissioner" of the Netherlands, that is, the top person in charge of the local puppet government.
Representatives of the local capitulation faction lined up on both sides of the plane to welcome them, but no one was seen getting off the plane for a long time after it stopped, so everyone could only wait awkwardly on the sidelines.
The weather was hot and the officials were sweating profusely soon, but no one dared to complain. After all, these guys who had lost their motherland and betrayed the people would never dare to offend their own emperor.
The door of the Junkers medium-sized transport aircraft slowly opened, and a figure walked in front of the door.
"Quick! Play music!" The leading official Wiesel shouted behind him, then straightened his collar and went forward.
The red carpet was rolled out, and official Wiesel stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards the cabin door.
Then he froze.
What appeared in front of me was a Great Dane with spots all over its body. It was looking around with curious eyes and sniffing around.
Wiesel just stood there awkwardly, raising his hands stiffly in the air.
At this time, another figure walked out of the hatch, Seth Inquart, the current Dutch Emperor of the Netherlands. He was still holding the leash of the Great Dane in his hand.
"Sit down! Sit down! Be honest!" Seth Inquart scolded his pet dog. Even in the ears of people on the side, this scolding seemed so harsh.
"Your Excellency, welcome to the Netherlands!" Wiesel bravely greeted him.
"Well, Wiesel, right? I heard about you in Berlin. You have done well these days." The Austrian nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and shook it casually.
With just these words, Wiesel felt that the bones in his body were a few ounces lighter, so that the embarrassment of confronting the dog was alleviated a lot.
"Sir, the resting place has been arranged. Please come over here." Someone led the way and opened the door of a Volkswagen.
"Weisel, how did you do the work you were asked to do before?" Seth Inquart pulled the dog leash in his hand and asked casually.
"Your Excellency, the quantity required is a bit high. Dairy products and meat are fine. Vegetables and fruits are in season..." Wiesel reported with some anxiety.
“Okay, I don’t want to listen to your excuses. Now the French are about to collapse, and there will be major progress on the front line soon. At this time, the head of state needs us to provide sufficient supplies, or do you want our soldiers to starve? Walking into Paris on a belly? ”
A big hat was buckled down, and sweat immediately appeared on Wiesel's forehead. "Yes, Your Excellency, I will complete the task as soon as possible."
"Also! Pick out a batch of the best quality products and wait for a while. Send it to the cargo plane. A relief mission will fly to the French front later."
"Yes, sir, I will pick it up as soon as possible. Choose the best products. ”
War is probably the most material-consuming behavior of mankind. The army under Mustache now has more than 4 million people. This does not include the supplementary troops for local garrison. Every day, not only ammunition Gasoline consumes an astronomical amount of money, and the consumption of food alone is not something that Germany alone can afford.
The Netherlands has always been a major livestock-producing area in Europe. It can produce a large amount of dairy products and various meats every year. It is naturally on the "supplier list" of the Third Reich, but Seth Inquah Anxious to appear in front of his head of state, he also made a large request for the supply of fruits and vegetables.
Now the local officials are in trouble. They have no choice but to requisition large quantities of nearby materials originally used for people's livelihood. As a result, vegetables are rarely seen on the table of Dutch citizens recently.
"Stop! What's on the cart?" At the roadblock near the airport, a sentry was questioning two mule carts.
"Sir, as you can see, these are vegetables that the gentlemen want to transport here." The driver took off his hat and said humbly.
"Do you have a pass? What are the people in the car doing?"
"Sir, here is the pass. These people are here to help unload the car." "Why are there still children?"
“I’m not too full, come here and help with the work in exchange for some food.”
He Chi watched from behind as Rodman dealt with the guards meticulously, and nodded silently. After all, he is a professional. Rodman has a very good psychological quality and speaks impeccably.
"Check! We want to check! Everyone above, get down!" The guards drove He Chi and others out of the carriage and began to check.
A piece of rainproof cloth was pulled open, and round things were exposed inside.
"Why are they all pumpkins?! Where are the other vegetables?" the person in charge of the inspection said dissatisfied.
"Sir, other vegetables are not yet mature this season, and the time above is tight. We only have some pumpkins that were saved in the past..."
The person in charge winked, and the soldier jumped on the car. Go ahead and pick up a big pumpkin and smash it with the butt of your gun.
Wow~ Red, yellow, and yellow juices flowed all over the floor. The soldier took the bayonet and picked through the contents but found nothing, so he took the knife and walked to the next target.
He Chi lowered his head and lowered his gaze, and a knife fell from his sleeve into his palm.
A small figure rushed out, startling everyone at the scene, and the soldiers raised their submachine guns.
With short hair, Hepburn jumped on a pumpkin, picked up a broken rind, and stuffed it into her mouth hungrily. After a while, her face became colorful, and some of the juice hit the leading officer's face. On the sleeves.
"What are you doing?! Someone, pull this dirty kid away!" The officer threw away his hand in disgust and took out a handkerchief to wipe the juice from his body.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry. This kid is too hungry. You know he hasn't had enough to eat in recent days..." Rodman, the leader, apologized.
"Okay, okay, stop talking and send the things in quickly. It's really..." The officer waved his hand irritably and asked the soldiers to let them go quickly.
The mule cart entered the airport smoothly and transported the pumpkins into the warehouse.
Uh~~~ At this time, Hepburn was holding on to the wall and retching loudly, constantly spitting out the pulp of the melon he had eaten.
"What a good boy. You scared me just now. If you go to film in the future, you might become a big star." Rodman accidentally revealed the secret.
The innermost pumpkin was peeled open, revealing guns and grenades inside - several people planned to hijack a plane from the airport and escape.
Which one to get specifically? He Chi hopes to get a flexible and fast reconnaissance plane to fly away, but there are three of them and there are not many choices.
Just as he was hesitating, there were sudden sounds of chaotic footsteps at the door, and several people hurriedly hid their weapons and pretended to carry pumpkins.
"Damn it! Where can I get him a plane of vegetables!" A man who looked like an official kicked the door open in a rage.
"Huh? What is this?" He saw a few people playing with pumpkins at a glance.
"Sir, these are pumpkins."
"Great, get them away and put them on the biggest plane!"
(End of this chapter)