With the order of the German High Command, the German troops began to move in a quiet and orderly manner, but the movement of millions of people did not make much movement, and the feeling to the Allies was just an ordinary army movement.

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

The reason why this ME109 is "special" is that it does not have only one seat like the average ME109, this ME109 has two seats and a front and rear tandem layout.

"Sir, we still have an hour to reach Army Group B's High Command." The driver in the front seat turned around and said to one of the colonels sitting behind him.

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

"Well, in the sky above Army Group B's garrison, sir, but if you ask me where it is, I'm afraid I won't be able to answer." The pilot replied embarrassedly, "After all, the fog is so thick that I can't see what is on the ground, and 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, this thing will not be delivered to Army Group B, and the whole plan will not be carried out on time." ”

After saying that, the officer "caressed" the plan twice with his hand, and then carefully put it back in his bag, for fear of any accident.

The cover of this chunky proposal is very simple, with just two simple words – "Gelbe plönée" (Yellow Plan)

An hour later

"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 fog is too big to cover the airport." ”

"Then you'll fly low for me!" The officer shouted angrily, "I don't have time, I have to deliver important documents to Army Group B headquarters within half an hour!" ”

"I understand, I understand!" The pilot hurriedly answered.

As he spoke, he began to slowly push the steering stick, maneuvering the ME109 converted fast contact plane to fly low.

Soon, the plane crashed into the fog, and although flying in the fog was likely to collide, the pilot also regained ground vision and saw his surroundings clearly.

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

"Sir, I don't know ......where we are," the pilot surveyed his surroundings and found that there was not a single mountain or building around him that he was familiar with.

"I've never seen anything like this, I ...... I've never been here! ”

"What do you mean?" The colonel asked stunned.

"It means ......" the pilot smiled bitterly, "we are lost, this is not over Army Group B at all!" ”

The colonel was stunned when he heard this, and he was stunned for a while before he reacted.

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

"Ugh." Ignoring the colonel's scolding, the pilot glanced at the flags fluttering on several houses, and replied weakly, "Sir, maybe a little worse than in Berlin?" ”

"Worse? Hehe, what could be worse than being watched as a monkey in the sky above the capital? The colonel snorted coldly, "Is it in enemy-occupied territory?" ”

"Well, it looks like we're in enemy-occupied territory." The pilot pointed to a national flag on the ground and said.

Hearing this, the colonel hurriedly lay down on the cockpit and followed the pilot's hand to look out.

"This flag...... This flag is a little familiar. The colonel whispered, "Like, like Belgium?" Right? ”

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

"Belgium belongs to the Confederates, and is our sworn enemy with the British and French, right?"

"Yes, that's right......"

"Then you don't want to run? Do you think the Belgians can't read the Iron Cross on our wings, or do you think they don't have planes? The colonel yelled.

"Understood!" The pilot replied loudly, then skillfully turned the nose of the plane and sped away in the direction from which it came.

At the same time as the liaison plane returned the same way at high speed, eight French-made MS.406 fighters painted in the paint of the Royal Belgian Air Force appeared not far from the east in the sky.

As soon as they appeared on the scene, they locked on to the fleeing German liaison plane, and rushed forward with full horsepower.

However, the name of the German army's "high-speed liaison aircraft" was not called in vain, and its prototype ME109 was by no means ordinary, so the 8 menacing MS.406 could not catch up at all, and they could only watch this liaison plane go away, and soon the tail lights were gone.

The deflated MS.406 had to report the situation to his superiors, and then turned the nose of the plane stupidly and flew towards the air force airfield.

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

"Fly the plane seriously!" The colonel reprimanded, "Steady point, drive me back to Army Group A's station!" ”

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

"......" the colonel opened his mouth, stunned for a moment, and shouted, "What then?!" ”

"Crash landing!" The pilot said indifferently. What else can I do? ”

"Then that, that, you give me some time." The Colonel stammered, "I'm going to have to destroy all these documents!" ”

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

As soon as the words fell, I heard that the engine that had been roaring suddenly stopped sounding, the propeller trembled twice and stopped, and the whole plane entered a gliding state.

"Hold on! We're going to be grounded! The pilot gripped the joystick as hard as he could, trying to keep the whole plane on the ground with its belly on the ground.

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

Fortunately, the plane ran out of fuel before it made a forced landing, so although the plane rolled badly, there was no fire or anything fatal.

"Damn it!" The colonel cursed, then unbuckled his seat belt, and with the help of the pilot in the front row, lifted the cockpit canopy that had long been deformed above his head, and staggered out of the cabin.

"I need to hurry up and destroy the papers!" As soon as the Colonel came to his senses from the violent collision, he remembered the copy of Gelbe plöne in his bag, and hurriedly took it out of his bag, and then pulled out his own lighter.

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