Chapter 90 Flying to France
"Quick! Get all these pumpkins onto the transport plane!" Wiesel ordered to the entourage.
"Sir, but the officers want high-quality vegetables as condolences." A subordinate reminded in a low voice.
"Isn't pumpkin a vegetable? Or do you have a way to help me conjure other things?" Wiesel asked the person on the side.
"Okay, guys over there! Move all the pumpkins to the biggest plane! Hurry!"
In the distance, a Henk 111 medium bomber temporarily used as a transport was parked quietly at the airport.
He Chi and Montgomery looked at each other, nodded slightly, and each lifted the pumpkin and placed it on the mule cart.
An hour later, the bomber was in the temporarily modified cargo hold.
"Rodman, we are going to England, come with us." He Chi said to the guerrilla captain.
The man shook his head, "No, my hometown still needs me. I will fight the Germans here for real!"
He Chi looked at the other party's resolute eyes and secretly felt pity. In about half a year, the Germans will implement the "Velvet Glove" plan in the Netherlands, which not only treats ordinary citizens on the surface, but secretly suppresses resistance organizations in large numbers. According to statistics, there were at least 2,000 people in the Netherlands during this period. -3,000 resistance personnel were killed. Rodman would really have a narrow escape if he stayed here.
"Mr. 007, remember you promised me to give the Germans a big surprise." Rodman stretched out his hand.
"I will, you can look forward to it." He Chi also extended his hand in response and shook it hard.
Burying several people with pumpkins, Rodman drove the mule cart away alone. Through the gap, He Chi saw the back of the farmer who looked like a farmer going to the countryside, and strange emotions surged in his heart.
Every patriot deserves admiration!
The mule cart left, and the remaining three people buried their bodies in the pumpkin pile, and the cabin became completely dark.
"Hey, I'm a little scared, where are we going?" A girl's voice came from behind a small pumpkin.
"We hijacked the plane halfway and flew to England. There are no Germans there and it will be safe." He Chi replied under another pile of pumpkins.
“But I don’t know anyone in the UK, and my mother doesn’t even know where I have been...”
“It doesn’t matter, Mr. Montgomery is a man of great status, and he will take care of you. ”
"What..."
"Hmm?"
"What about you? Will you take care of me?" The girl mustered up the courage to ask with a trembling voice.
"I..." He Chi really wanted to say that I will take care of you, but this seems unrealistic. He has reached the end of this instance and will return to the real world soon. The gap between the two instances last time After twenty years, God knows if I will ever see the little girl again.
"I will try my best." He Chi could only use this ambiguous statement.
"So..."
Bang! There was a sound from the cabin door, someone came in.
"Damn it! What do they think of our bombers? They let us waste fuel to transport vegetables to France. We are pilots, not truck drivers!" Someone complained in German as soon as they came in.
"Okay, just think of it as a vacation. It is said that the army is doing a good job there and has already reached near Paris. We are here to express our condolences this time." The person next to him continued.
“Condolences? There are about 200,000 people over there, and a plane goes to express condolences?”
"Politics! This is politics! Henderson, if you want to be promoted smoothly in the future, you must understand politics." A third person's voice appeared.
“I would rather drop bombs on the English Channel than think about damn politics.”
“Maybe you are going to be disappointed. The operation over there is almost over, right here. A day or two." A few people casually talked about some trivial matters, and soon the roar of the aircraft engine drowned out all the noise.
Genk 111 rises into the sky,
Boom, the pumpkin in the corner of the warehouse rolled down.
The German sitting in the cargo hold picked up the pumpkin and wanted to put it back. A hand suddenly stretched out and covered his mouth, and then a sharp blade slashed his throat.
After a few seconds, the German stopped moving and made no sound during the whole process.
He Chi shook off the blood on the blade, pulled out a pistol and rushed into the cab like a leopard
"Don't move! You are captured! Fly the plane to Britain immediately!" Pistol It hit the driver's head.
What's surprising is that the two pilots didn't even think about it when they were held up by their weapons, and immediately stood up to resist, which caught He Chi off guard for a moment.
Boom! Boom!
Two gunshots were fired, and blood spattered on the glass.
"Damn it! These German guys are out of their minds! How are we going to fly back?" Looking at the corpse on the ground, Montgomery spat and cursed in a low voice.
He Chi glanced at the dashboard and sighed, then took out the last gold coin from his hand.
"Let me give it a try."
The Henk 111, which suddenly descended in the air dozens of seconds later, recovered its attitude and flew forward smoothly.
"Hey, whoever tells me you are a sergeant in the Army again, I will stuff a pistol into his butt!" Montgomery was excitedly saying dirty words on the side, while the young Hepburn kept saying Take a deep breath and look at He Chi's eyes with sparkle.
"What should we do next? Let's fly directly to England?" the major general suggested.
"I'm afraid not." He Chi, who was already sitting in the driver's seat, motioned for them to look behind.
Two BF-109 fighter jets followed behind.
"K2, K2, are you okay there? Your altitude suddenly dropped!" German came from the intercom.
He Chi picked up the communicator and responded in German, "There was a little trouble just now, but it's no longer a problem."
"Okay, we will escort you to France, wish you peace!"
Then two BF-109s flew near Genk 111, one on the left and one on the right.
He Chi turned off the communicator and shook his head, "Two fighter jets are escorting us. If we show abnormalities in our flight path, we will be shot down directly."
"What should we do?" Hepburn asked worriedly.
He Chi glanced at the fuel gauge, "There is no problem with the fuel. Let's follow them to France first and look for opportunities to get rid of them!"
The three planes formed a formation and roared towards In France, no one can see that there is a traitor in the midst.
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France, Paris, a luxury special train is running on the railway. The carriage that can accommodate 60 people only has a man and a woman sitting opposite each other.
The man was wearing the uniform of a major general and was about forty years old, while the woman was wearing the rank of colonel and had beautiful long golden hair. Her temperament was capable and elegant, and it was impossible to tell her age for a while.
"Christine, Mr. de Gaulle seems to be very mysterious?" the man said, staring at his former fiancée with a sinister look.
"Sorry, I haven't seen him much recently." The woman elegantly raised her hand and lit a cigarette.
The man frowned and used his hands to disperse the smoke irritably, "As an intelligence officer, you don't know what your chief officer is doing?"
"I'm not the only one who has such an intelligence officer. For example, you, your marshal, how are you talking to the Germans? Do you know? Leon." The woman responded tit-for-tat with a sarcastic tone.
(End of this chapter)