The "Xunlong" transport plane dropped rapidly, and the fuselage began to tremble slightly, and the duralumin frame and plywood shell creaked. "We need to land as soon as possible, Krieger." Horn exclaimed.

"I'm doing this, Captain. Now you better go back to your seat and fasten your seatbelt." Krieger turned off the right engine, the propeller automatically started feathering, and the smoke from the gap in the engine cover changed A little lighter, but the internal temperature is still very high.

"Captain, there is an idiot who wants us to change course." Krieger yelled in the cockpit.

"What are you going to do." Horn buckled the safety belt.

"Let this **** go to hell." Krieger adjusted the direction of the nose and aimed at the far runway.

"Captain, I swear I will meet that Hudson again next time. I must blow up his nasty fat face!" the pilot shouted.

"You can only wait in line, I will kill him first! Krieger!" Horne agreed with a loud voice.

To ask how Horne and his party would fall to such an embarrassing situation, the story had to start from two hours ago.

Earlier it was said that they took the Normandy cruise ship to Qibirit Air Force Base near Suez, and there were two French beauties in the same party. The group of people basked in the sun for a while on the dock, and finally waited for the British to send them. receptionist.

"I'm sorry, I just encountered some problems before departure, and delayed some time." The convertible was not yet stable, and a round British Air Force officer jumped from the car and then trot all the way to the two Germans. officer.

"I'm the Royal Air Force Lieutenant Hudson." Hudson paid an English salute to Horn.

"German Army captain Horne." Horne boots followed, and returned the other party with a hand-raising salute.

"Air Force Lieutenant Krieger, hi! Reinhardt!" Krieger raised his right arm high.

"Welcome to you, Chibrit, gentlemen." Lieutenant Hudson's expression was a bit stiff, and it seemed that he, like other British officers who first saw the arm-raising ceremony, did not know how to deal with this situation .

Fortunately, the German lowered his arm, and the chubby RAF ensign was relieved.

"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant, can you take us out of this place first, we are all about to be dried by the sun." Horn said.

"Of course, everything has already been prepared, but I thought you were only two people, and I didn't expect there are two charming ladies." Hudson's eyes could not stop glancing in the direction of the beautiful women.

"These two are Miss Dewar and Miss Bron. They are going to Cairo with us. Can they prepare a place for them to rest first?" Horne moved a little step aside, blocking the British Ensign from being dull. Sight.

"Ah, I'm very sorry, Captain Horne. We are here at the Air Force Base, and there is no rest area specially prepared for women. And the order given to me is to prepare a transport plane for you to fly to the Cairo base as soon as you arrive. "Lieutenant Hudson's bun had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"It turns out that it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's only one hundred and fifty kilometers from Cairo. It only takes half an hour at most." Horne's second sentence was for the two young ladies.

"Then take us to see the plane, Lieutenant Hudson. Also, can you find some people to help us with our luggage?" Krieger interjected.

"No problem, I'll send someone to carry your luggage right away." Hudson turned around and shouted at the few Indian handymen sitting not far away, speaking fluent Hindi.

"Lieutenant, I didn't expect you to speak Hindi." Horn said with a smile.

"I was born in India, my father was a railway engineer, and I spent my childhood in Hyderabad." Hudson replied proudly.

"What a strange experience, Lieutenant, now let's go to see the plane." Krieger was already standing by the convertible and opened the car door.

"Ladies." Krieger gestured an invitation to the two French beauties.

"Aren't you kidding? Lieutenant Hudson." Standing in front of the tarmac at the base, Krieger yelled at the behemoth in front of him.

"God, this plane reminds me of a good childhood, Caruz." Miss Dewar said with a wink in her eyes.

"It's not as exaggerated as you said, Miss Dewar, I can assure you that this aircraft can still fly safely." Lieutenant Hudson said, stroking his stomach.

"In what year did this plane leave the factory, 1924 or 1925?" Krieger's tone was obviously ironic.

"I remember the last time I took this kind of plane, I was still in military school." Horne's face was filled with memories.

"This is a bus with wings, and this design was eliminated ten years ago." Krieger said loudly, pointing at the Falman f60 long-distance passenger aircraft parked on the tarmac.

Perhaps the Lieutenant of the Luftwaffe said a bit harshly, but it did not deviate too far from the facts. This long-distance transport aircraft that once shined in the French aviation industry was actually the product of World War I. It was originally designed as a long-range bomber. Designed.

As a result, when the war was nearing the end, Falman failed to get a government order. In order to recover the loss, the Falman company’s senior executives made a move and transformed her into a passenger and cargo aircraft, which was returned to her. The nickname "Golia" was put into competition in the commercial aviation market.

Because the original design was able to carry a one-ton aerial bomb, this aircraft had a very spacious cabin, but the designers at that time did not consider any aerodynamics at all. The entire fuselage is square and the shape is indeed similar to European cities. The trams here are similar.

Although the aircraft is ugly in appearance, the performance is still quite good. The French used her to open a series of long-range routes from Paris to London and Paris to Berlin. It can fly directly from Paris to Casablanca in North Africa. Thousand kilometers above. The French even organized all airlines that used such aircraft to form the Paris Airline Alliance, which once monopolized passenger aviation from Paris to major cities in various European countries.

A total of 60 such aircraft were produced, and the last "Golia" did not leave the production line in 1929. Until the mid-1930s, this passenger aircraft was still active in the routes of European countries.

Horne and his party have seen this in newspapers and magazines, even if they haven’t been in this type of plane. Farmman’s f60 is easy to make an impression because of its unique appearance.

"Why is there a Falman F60 passenger aircraft at the base of the Royal Air Force?" Horn asked the Lieutenant of the Royal Air Force.

"This aircraft originally belonged to Czechoslovak National Airlines." Lieutenant Hudson gave no further explanation, he believed that the Germans could understand what he meant.

At the end of the 1920s, Czechoslovakia obtained a production license from Falman, and assembled eight “Golias” using parts provided by France. Four were produced by Avia, and the remaining four were produced by old brands. Produced by the Letov Aircraft Factory.

This is obviously one of the eight Czech-made F60s. When the Germans annexed the Czech Republic, some Czech civil aviation pilots fled the country and flew the country. I don’t know how many places this Goliath had traveled before coming to Egypt. Now the British have erased the original Czech National Airlines logo and repainted the Royal Air Force.

Honestly, Horne was very interested in the story behind this plane, but now it is clearly not the time to explore this issue. Although the RAF lieutenant patted his chest and said that the plane was completely fine, but looking at the antique in front of him, the captain of the army I always feel that it is not very reliable.

"I can't control this thing by myself. I still need a co-pilot and an aviation mechanic." Krieger scratched his head and said to Horn.

"Sorry Captain, we have no free pilots. During this time, many planes were transferred from the homeland. The pilots' tasks were very heavy. I thought that both of you were pilots. I didn't expect you to be an army officer." Ha Desen spoke with his hands spread out.

"If it doesn't work, you can only delay here for two days, and there is a service flight to Cairo on the weekend. If you need it, I can prepare a car for you and send you to the downtown area of ​​Suez, where there is a Very high-end hotel, the manager and I are very familiar, can let him give you some discounts." When it comes to discounts, Lieutenant Hudson also rubbed his fat fingers.

"Don't you have any other planes here? I think a few planes over there are good." Krieger pointed to a few Westland's "Leesander" light contactors in the corner of the tarmac.

"Second lieutenant, as I said before, all the planes here have missions." Hudson said, shaking his head.

"I'm going to see your commander now, I believe he will arrange another plane for us." Horn said with a threatened face.

"General Richard went to Cairo yesterday afternoon. He will not come back until the day after tomorrow. This aircraft was specifically ordered by us to arrange it." Hudson shrugged his shoulders.

"However, if you are really anxious, there is a plane idle, please follow me here, you guys." The Lieutenant of the Royal Air Force pointed to the hangar at the end of the apron.

"If it's still this kind of tatter, I will report everything I have encountered here to my superiors." Krieger warned.

"Rest assured, Lieutenant, you will be satisfied." Hudson turned around and led toward the hangar.

Horn and others did not see the strange smile on the corner of the RAF Lieutenant's mouth at this moment.

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