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With the order of the German High Command, the various German troops began to move in a quiet and orderly manner, but the movement of millions of people did not make much noise, giving the Allies the feeling that it was just a general mobilization of troops .

In the early morning of the 10th, a special ME109 made a huge "hum" sound and flew over the border of Derby.

The reason why this ME109 is "special" is that it does not have only one seat like the normal ME109. This ME109 has two seats in a tandem layout.

"Sir, we will reach the highest command of Army Group B in an hour." The driver in the front seat turned his head and said to a colonel sitting behind him.

"Hopefully, man." The colonel looked at the gray patch on the ground and said worriedly, "Where are we now?"

"Uh, it's above Army Group B's base, sir, but if you want to ask me the exact location, I'm afraid I won't be able to answer." The pilot replied awkwardly, "After all, the fog is so thick that I can't see the ground clearly. What, I can't find a reference."

"God..." The colonel muttered in a low voice, then took out a document from the backpack he was carrying, and said to himself, "I have to hurry up, this thing will not be delivered to Army Group B, The whole plan didn't start on time."

After speaking, the officer "caressed" the plan twice with his hands, and then carefully put it back into the bag, for fear of any accident.

The cover of this thick plan is very brief, with only two simple words - "Gelbe pl?ne" (Yellow Plan)

after an hour

"Soldier, are we almost there?" The colonel looked at his watch and said anxiously, "The hour you said has passed, but why haven't I seen the field airfield of Army Group B?"

"Sir, don't worry!" The pilot wiped his sweat. "We should have arrived. Maybe the airport was covered by the fog."

"Then give me a low point to fly!" the officer shouted in exasperation, "I don't have time, I have to send important documents to Army Group B headquarters within half an hour!"

"I understand, I understand!" The pilot responded quickly.

Having said that, he started to slowly push the control stick, and steered the fast liaison plane, which was converted from ME109, to a low altitude.

Soon, the plane rushed into the thick fog. Although flying in the fog is likely to crash the plane, the pilot also regained ground vision and saw the surrounding environment.

"Is it here? Where are we?" The colonel patted the pilot on the shoulder anxiously and asked.

"Sir, I don't know where we are either..." The pilot identified the surrounding environment and found that there was not a mountain or a building that he was familiar with.

"I've never seen these things, I... I've never been here!"

"What do you mean?" the colonel asked in a daze.

"It means..." The pilot smiled bitterly, "We have lost our way, this is not the sky above Army Group B at all!"

The colonel was stunned when he heard the words. He was stunned for a while before he realized it.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" the colonel roared hysterically and slapped the cockpit, "Where did you take me to fly? Shit! Berlin?!"

"Uh." The pilot ignored the Colonel's scolding. He glanced at the flags flying on several houses and replied weakly, "Report sir, maybe it's worse than in Berlin?"

"Worse? Haha, what could be worse than being viewed as a monkey over the capital?" The colonel snorted coldly, "Is it in an enemy-occupied area?"

"Well, it seems that we are indeed in an enemy-occupied area." The pilot pointed to a national flag on the ground and said.

The colonel hurriedly lay down on the cockpit and looked out following the pilot's fingers.

"This flag... this flag looks familiar," the colonel said in a low voice, "Like, like Belgium? Right?"

"That's right, Belgium..." The pilot nodded, confirming what the colonel said.

"Belgium belongs to the Allies, and stands with the British and the French. It is our mortal enemy, right?"

"Yes, that's right..."

"Then why don't you run fast? Do you think the Belgians can't read the iron cross on our wings, or do you think they have no planes?" the colonel shouted.

"Understood!" The pilot responded loudly, then skillfully turned the nose of the aircraft and hurried away in the direction from which it came.

Just as the liaison plane was returning to the original road at high speed, 8 MS.406 fighter jets made in France and painted with the Royal Belgian Air Force appeared not far from the east in the sky.

As soon as they appeared, they locked on the fleeing German liaison machine, and rushed forward with all their horsepower.

But the name of the German "high-speed liaison machine" is not for nothing, and its prototype ME109 is by no means a generalist, so the 8 menacing MS.406s failed to catch up, and they could only watch the liaison. As soon as the machine disappeared, the tail lights of the machine were soon invisible.

After eating the shriveled MS.406, he had to report the situation to his superiors, then turned the nose of the aircraft angrily, and flew towards the Air Force Airport.

"Haha, how could a Belgian fool catch up to me?" The pilot looked through the rearview mirror and laughed happily when he found that no plane was following.

"Seriously fly the plane!" The colonel reprimanded, "Sadly drive me back to Army Group A's station!"

"Sir, you're thinking too much." The pilot chuckled, "We're out of fuel, I'm afraid we won't be able to go back to Germany..."

"..." The colonel opened his mouth, stunned for a while, and shouted, "Then what?!"

"Crash landing!" the pilot said nonchalantly. "Otherwise, what else can we do?"

"Then, then, then, give me some time." The colonel stammered, "I have to destroy all these documents!"

"I'm running out of time..."

As soon as the voice fell, the engine that had been roaring suddenly stopped, the propeller shuddered twice and then stopped, and the whole plane entered a gliding state.

"Hold firmly! We're about to touch down!" The pilot grabbed the control stick hard, trying to make the whole plane slide to the ground in a belly-on-the-ground position.

After a few seconds, the whole plane trembled violently, and then began to roll out of control.

Fortunately, the plane ran out of fuel before making an emergency landing, so although the plane rolled badly, there was no fatal situation such as fire.

"Damn it!" The colonel scolded, then unfastened his seat belt, with the help of the front row pilot, he lifted the canopy whose head had been deformed, and staggered out of the cabin.

"I have to hurry up and destroy the documents!" After the colonel woke up from the violent collision, he immediately remembered the copy of "Gelbe pl?ne" in his bag, hurriedly took it out of the bag, and then took out his own. lighter.

"You help me keep watch!" The colonel ordered the pilot next to him, and then brought the lighter closer to the plan.