September 18 is a day that must be kept in mind for all Chinese people and the most humiliating day of national shame. ￥f,. On September 18, 1940, this day began early in the morning. There was a heavy drizzle in Tokyo, Vietnam (and Hanoi in the future) and the surrounding areas. North Vietnam lasted for nearly a month. The drought caused by the fine weather finally got some relief.

Hele Air Force Base, 30 kilometers away from Tokyo, was also shrouded in a misty rain. The rain outside the house was drizzling, and the air in the base commander’s office was still sultry. The fast-rotating fan did not bring much cooling. The buzzing noise from the friction between the aging parts felt inexplicable. Irritability.

The commander of the base is a 48-year-old major. According to his age, if he can't get promotion in these two years, he must retire from the army. But in a place like the colony, nothing is certain. The superior may let him work for a few more years, but Major Thierry has no interest at all. He dedicated the best time of his life to the army. When he was young, he dreamed of becoming a great man like Napoleon, but that has become a thing of the past. The ambitions of that year have already withered away with the rain forest of French Indochina Now, Major Thierry is tired of everything around him. If it wasn’t for the last pension, he wouldn’t want to stay in such a place for a moment. He has made up his mind, he will apply for retirement once the time limit expires, and then buys a farm in the French country township with these years of savings, hires a few workers to raise some cattle and sheep, and then takes his wife to a foreign country for a holiday. Enjoy life and make up for lost good times.

"This problem must be given the highest priority. Otherwise, when the rainy season comes, nothing will be done." It was Ensignor Ferranro of the Engineer Company, whose major voice awakened the major from his thoughts.

"I will submit a report for this purpose, and you will get what you want after the command from the headquarters." The major replied slowly.

"Just dig a new stagnant pool on the west side of the runway. It's not necessary to report to the superior." The second lieutenant stared at Major Thierry and began to wonder if the boss's head was feverish.

"Uh huh." Thierry cleared his throat awkwardly and couldn't tell the other party that he was outside the wandering thing before. He didn't hear anything.

"Every project that changes the topography of the airport must be reported to the superior. You must submit a detailed engineering drawing as soon as possible for the headquarters to review and evaluate. Now you can go out." Thierry continued to speak in an official tone As an old bureaucrat who has been in the military for many years, the most important experience he learned from his superiors and colleagues is that. Under no circumstances can you admit mistakes to your subordinates.

"Comply. Major." Lieutenant Ferran reluctantly paid a military salute to Major Thierry, then turned angrily out of the meeting room.

"Now the young officer is so frizzy." Thierry shook his head slightly, picked up the water bottle at the table and poured himself a glass of lemonade.

"Sir!" Thierry's lieutenant Lieutenant Simon hurriedly rushed in and hurried in. Thierry's arm shuddered, lemonade overflowed from the glass, and the cool lemonade flowed down the table to the army. On the trousers, the front crotch of the military trousers was soaked in a large amount.

"Oh, God, **** it." Thierry stood up hurriedly, took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the water.

"Look at what you have done. Is there a devil chasing you behind your back?" After finding the handkerchief to no avail, the major asked the culprit irritably.

"Sorry, Colonel, but just received a call from the headquarters, a thirty-thirty-minute minutes later, a Luftwaffe squadron is about to land at our base, asking us to prepare for reception." Lieutenant Simon hurriedly replied, all the way Running over, he wasn't even breathing yet.

"What! Why didn't you inform us earlier, the horrendous bureaucrats of the headquarters." Thierry was taken aback, and couldn't care about the wet crotch at this time. He hurried to the door and removed his cylindrical military cap from the coat rack.

"The headquarters may be for security." Lieutenant Simon swallowed hard and said his guess to the boss.

"I'm going to the control tower now, ordering all ground crews to stay on duty." Thierry strode out of the office after putting on his military cap.

"You go to the communications office to stare. Report to me as soon as there is new news." Thierry said to Simon, who was following him, as he hurried through the corridor.

"Do you need to sound the alarm."

"Are you crazy? Of course you don't have to. By the way, you should first inform the base kitchen and let them prepare more food at noon. The headquarters phone does not mention how many people the Germans have come this time."

"Nothing on the phone, but according to a squadron. There are at most twenty people."

"According to thirty people, tell the chef to be careful, these are very important guests."

"Observe, sir."

"Hurry up and act now."

"Okay, sir, obey, sir." Lieutenant Simon ran out of the dust with his command.

"White No.3, this is the white team leader, pay attention to your course." Major Sparrow pressed the call button on the joystick, his eyes fixed on the second captain's plane in front of him.

"Sorry sir, the rain outside is too dense." Lieutenant Nemo replied loudly. He checked his compass parameters and gently swung the joystick. The aircraft slowly returned to the correct course.

"Sir, can we raise the altitude? The weather report says that today's cloud height is only 1,200 meters."

"The request is dismissed. I need to record the landmarks on this route." Sporu turned his fuselage to check the terrain on the ground and compared it with the flight map in his hand.

"It's already close to the destination. I just received the navigation radio signal from the airport." Lieutenant Ruen, the communications lieutenant of the brigade, reported on the radio.

"The French navigation radio is terrible, and I hope to replace our equipment as soon as possible." Lieutenant Cakry, the technical aide, interjected.

"The new equipment is on the way. Let's overcome this time first. The one we used earlier is worse than the French. From the map, it is about 90 kilometers away from the destination. The teams pay attention to maintaining the height." Major Sprague said.

"The first team received the second team."

"The third team received the fourth team."

"The pilot team received it." The captains of each team in the radio responded one by one according to the order of the call signs.

"It's time to contact the airport, sir." Captain Clauson's voice calmly heard from the captain's headset.

"Got it, the communication frequency, the communication frequency." Major Sparrow checked the landmark again out of the window to confirm that his route was completely correct. Then he flipped the FM switch of the radio and hit the frequency set before take-off.

"Black Hawk calls Violet, Black Hawk calls Violet, and if you hear it, please answer it." Sprague called the airport in fluent French.

After a short period of silence, the headset heard an answer from the airport ground command.

"Black Hawk, here is Violet, your voice is very clear, finished."

"Our current location is on your southwestern side, and it is expected to arrive in 15 minutes. Please report the weather conditions there."

"Got it, Black Hawk, please wait here for a while, the rainfall is small, the visibility is 120 meters, the cloud is 700 meters high, and there is a weak southeast wind on the ground, it is done."

"Thank you very much, Violet, we will arrive on time, it's over."

"The runway is ready, we welcome you, Black Hawk, finished."

"Thank you, see you later, it's over."

"See you later, it's over." The controller in the command tower released the call button, and he turned to look at the superior behind with some doubt.

"I don't know if it's a signal transmission problem, how do I think it's a woman's voice talking to me."

"The sound is a bit similar, but how is it possible, maybe the voice of the German is like this." Major Thierry monitored the dialogue between the two sides from the microphone throughout, and he also felt that the voice of the German team leader was a bit strange, and can even be said Quite charming.

"Don't worry about that much, are the people on standby, the tractor and the fire brigade?" Major Thierry asked the officer on duty at the control tower.

"All are in place, the fire brigade and the tractor are on standby at the runway." The officer on duty is an air force lieutenant, with a small canvas bag slung over his chest, inside which is a signal gun and several signal flares.

"Very well, just waiting for the Germans to land now, hoping that their technique is as good as the legend." Major Thierry raised his telescope and walked onto the cloister outside the tower, looking out to the southwest. (To be continued.)