The 604th Air Station of the Luftwaffe is located six kilometers northwest of the town of Vaies. The commander's radio call sign is exactly "Reinhardt". Pilots of the Second Air Force Air Force will joke when calling internally, because the abbreviation of these German words is R.H.

"The White Wolf" called "Reinhart". The view here is clear and we will land in five minutes." Captain Lieutenant Upter glanced at the dashboard, and all instrument indexes were within normal range.

""White Wolf", the runway has been cleared, welcome to "Rose Paradise". "The airport aviation tube reply came from the headphones, and the signal was clear and loud.

""White Wolf" understands, see you later, it's over." Captain Song developed the button and turned his face to look out the side window.

You can see the two BF109s escorted on the left shaking their wings, accelerating over this FW200 transport aircraft.

"The final inspection is about to be ready to land." The co-pilot Lieutenant Heinstein turned his head and said to Sergeant Ruhr who was sitting in the aerospace engineer's seat.

"Everything is OK." Ruer gave the thumbs up at the co-pilot, and skillfully adjusted the valves and circuit switches on the control panel that dazzled ordinary people.

The simple steel plate runway of the aviation station is 850 meters long. A new cement runway is now 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, with a length of at least 1,500 meters.

This is only the first phase of the expansion project of this military aviation station. In the end, the airport will become a large comprehensive military base. In the future, the German Navy's long-range reconnaissance aircraft that take off and land here can place the entire North Sea and most of the Baltic Sea into the combat radius.

Six BF109 fighter jets affiliated to JG53 lined up in three twin-aircraft formations. They first made a gorgeous low-altitude pass, then climbed back to an altitude of 800 meters, and began to circle around the edge of the airport to guard.

The FW200 transport aircraft, painted in white, lowered its huge flaps and aimed at the center of the runway slowly. The landing gear cover under the engine pod spread to both sides, and the hydraulic barrel drove the landing gear to extend out of the cabin and locked. After more than ten seconds, the thick rubber tires crushed heavily on the brown-painted steel plate runway.

Amid the harsh friction, a blue smoke rose between the brake pads and the tires. The driver tried hard to control the large 18-ton aircraft and accurately glided along the midline of the runway.

There were already a group of people waiting by the runway, including the army and the air force. The officers were all wearing straight uniforms, wearing military parade decorations and etiquette swords. A large group of air force ground crew members wearing blue and gray work clothes stood next to the taxiway with their heads raised. Although they could not compare with the regular guard of honor, the queue was generally neat.

Four black Mercedes-Benz cars with shiny shells were parked on the side of the runway, and there were more than a dozen people standing in front of the convoy. There seemed to be a gap between them and the uniformed soldiers, and the two sides consciously maintained a subtle distance.

These people are roughly dressed up in the same category, dark pants and black leather shoes, black leather windbreakers and top hats. Some people have obvious bulging on the waists of their coats, obviously carrying some kind of weapon. Their eyes are sharp and serious, which makes people involuntarily afraid.

Once upon a time, this outfit was the most feared nightmare for all residents of the occupied areas. Whether it was the secret police or the General Security Bureau, it represented the most brutal and dark side of the Nazis.

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

"Well, it's quite on time." The leader of the team looked down at the watch on his wrist. Against the backdrop of the mother-of-pearl surface, the black pointer pointed to eleven forty-five.

This person's name is William Krwin Wolfstein, a third-level police supervisor of the German secret police, equivalent to a major in the army.

The Gestapo and the SS Security Department were different. They were originally Prussian political police in the Weimar era and were formal disciplined troops under the Prussian Ministry of Interior. Before the Nazis came to power, they had already built a surveillance network across the country and had great deterrence and influence in German society.

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

The Gestapo inherited the Prussian bureaucratic style and was always rigid and almost unkind to perform tasks. This is also what Hitler and the Nazi senior leaders most admired. They must be cruel and ruthless towards the enemy of the country.

Major Wolfstein is such a standard Gestapo. When he was performing his mission, he was a wolve with cunning and cruelty, which even made his subordinates and friendly forces shudder. The psychological pressure he brought to the people around him was sometimes even greater than those enemies who were still ignorant of everything.

But in daily life, he was a very family-oriented husband and father, and a famous daughter. In the office, he was a reliable boss and subordinate, and had a good relationship with his colleagues. Regardless of whether he had done a task with him or not, he admitted that Major Wolfstein was usually a gentleman who showed good education, treated others gentle and humble, and a Prussian man who still retained a large number of traditional virtues.

The plane slowly glided in front of the welcome queue. The crew put away the engine's accelerator. A ground crew member held the soft cap with one hand and the folding gangway with the other, and quickly ran to the cabin door.

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

The Army Lieutenant General glanced at the welcome team on the runway, then quickly stepped off the plane on the gangway. Following the general got off the plane was a young army major, carrying a yellow-brown leather briefcase.

"Wu'an, General Weirle, I am the commander Lieutenant Colonel Ralph. Please allow me to express my sincerest welcome to your visit on behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the base." The base commander is a lieutenant colonel in his fifties. He has two beautiful mustaches, his belt tightly tied his fat belly, and a 1913th edition of the first-class Iron Cross under his chest pocket.

"Good luck, Lieutenant Colonel Ralph." Weirler replied to the military salute of this lieutenant colonel with good eloquence.

"Welcome, General, I am the deputy commander..." Then the other officers of the army and air force stepped forward one by one and saluted the head of state's chief private aides.

"Wolfstein, I've been waiting for you for a long time, General Weirle." When it was the Gestapo's turn, the secret police took off their hat, nodded in greeting with the heel, and then extended their right hand to the Lieutenant General of the Army.

"Luckily, I've heard of you in Berlin, Major." Weirle held Wolfstein's hand and shook it.

"Lieutenant Colonel, how long does it take to refuel the plane?" Weirler turned his face and asked Ralph.

"Add to the necessary maintenance work, it is estimated that it will be completed in one hour." Lieutenant Colonel of the Air Force replied.

"General, the chef of the base has prepared a sumptuous lunch for you." The deputy commander added diligently.

"Then we have an hour to tell me what you have now, and we can eat and talk, Major." Weirle said with a smile at Wolfstein.

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