"It's just a trivial thing, and some simple misunderstanding may have occurred, which is a common thing. We've been here for quite some time, Mr. Baron, we've got you covered in Cairo—" Colonel Hunt really didn't want to make any further trouble at this juncture, and he tried to dissuade Ryerson from doing so.

"Colonel Hunt!" Sir Fay interrupted the Colonel's words loudly, and then he looked at Ryerson with a smile on his face: "Since the Baron wants to understand the situation, then you can make it clear that we have nothing to hide from our friends. ”

"Thank you very much, Sir Fay, I don't really mean anything else, but I have suddenly felt a little curious because I have overheard the major say that the matter involves our German officers." Ryerson bowed his head slightly and thanked Fay.

"This is not the place to talk, we can go to the lounge at the airport, where the sun gives me a headache and I need a shady place to drink something to quench my thirst." Fay made an inviting gesture after speaking.

"You may not believe it, Sir, I had just had three cups of coffee on the plane, but after standing here for a few minutes, I felt a little thirsty again." Ryerson had a hearty smile on his face, and his tone was full of sincerity.

"Politicians all over the world are the same, they're all hypocrites." Looking at this scene of goodwill between England and Germany, Colonel Hunt secretly slandered himself on the side.

Then the colonel turned his head and glared fiercely at Whitewood, who was waiting, he really hated this elm-headed Air Force major now, if it weren't for the fact that the two branches of the military were not in the same direction, Colonel Hunt really wanted to find an opportunity to educate each other well.

So the group turned around and walked to a row of barracks by the airport.

The British construction technology has always been very good, the style of the barracks is not to mention it, it is actually a solid brick and wood structure, the roof is covered with black tiles commonly used in the British mainland, and the outer wall is painted with a layer of beige paint, it looks like this house should be some years old, it is obvious that the British army was ready to stay here for a long time when they established this base.

Guided by a base officer, Fay and Ryerson arrived at the rest room for the pilots on duty, of course, the room had been emptied in advance, and when Fay walked into the break room, there was not even a ghost inside.

"Bring those two German officers over, and by the way, don't forget the other two passengers on the plane." Settling down in his chair, Sir Fay ordered Whitewood.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Whitewood gave a neat military salute, turned quickly and ran out of the lounge.

"We have coffee, tea, and cold soda here." Sir Fay said to Ryerson.

"Please give me a soda, thank you." The German envoy took off his top hat and placed it on the empty chair beside him along with his briefcase.

"What about Mr. Schulz?" Fay looked at the envoy's assistant.

"Thanks, I'll have a cold soda too, Sir Sir." Schulz nodded in acknowledgement.

"Please bring me a pot of tea, my stomach is a little upset." Colonel Hunt found a chair and sat down.

Everything was ready-made, and the orderly immediately served a drink.

"Fanta? I didn't expect to be able to drink it here. Ryerson picked up the soda bottle and said with some surprise.

"This drink is very popular here in Egypt, and our officers and soldiers also like to drink this refreshing drink." Fay said.

"They like to add whiskey to it, and the color of the exterior does not change at all, so it is not easy for the officers on duty to notice." Colonel Hunt finally had a smile on his face.

"The Luftwaffe like to drink this now, but unlike you, they like to add brandy to it." Ryerson nodded.

"They're adding Fenda to brandy, to be exact." Schulz added with a smile.

This was not just a joke, at that time, the air forces of various countries were relatively lax in the management of pilots, and they were not forbidden to drink alcohol after the completion of their mission, especially after a bloody and brutal aerial fight, there was nothing like alcohol to soothe their tired body and mind and make them forget the grief after the loss of their comrades.

Many front-line pilots have some alcohol problems to a greater or lesser extent, but as long as it does not affect the next day's mission and physical health, the commander of the flight team generally chooses to open his eyes and close his eyes.

Several bigwigs, under the blowing of ceiling fans, enjoyed delicious drinks, waiting for Whitewood to bring a few parties here. The Royal Air Force Major was very resolute, and after a while, he walked into the lounge with a few people.

The two German officers entered the room and glanced around the people present, then slammed the heels of their boots and saluted at the same time.

"German Army Captain Binz. Horne. Luftwaffe Second Lieutenant Caruz. Krieger. The two officers introduced themselves.

Ryerson immediately stood up and raised his arms to return the salute, in fact, with the rank of a baron, he could have sat in a chair and returned the salute, but in front of the British, he had to behave more rigorously.

"This is the German diplomatic envoy Heinrich. Feng. Baron Ryerson. Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the German officer, Sir Fay introduced.

"It's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency." Horn gave the baron an army salute, and the baron bowed slightly in response.

"This is Sir Fay, the British Cabinet Plenipotentiary, and Colonel Hunt, Commander of the Cairo Garrison." The baron introduced the two compatriots.

"Your Excellency, Colonel." The two officers bumped into their heels again and nodded to the two Britons.

"All right, gentlemen, please be seated." Fay waved his hand and motioned for the two to sit down.

"Didn't you say there were two more passengers?" Hunter looked up at Whitewood.

"Those two passengers are decent ladies, they have nothing to do with it, we just dropped by with them." Horn hastened to answer.

"They're resting in the next room, do you need me to bring them here?" Whitewood asked.

"Not yet, Major, I think Captain Horn and.... Second Lieutenant Krieger, yes, the two of you should be able to answer all the questions. Fay waved his hand, then looked at the two German officers.

"As long as we know." Horn nodded in agreement.

"Well, before that, can anyone tell me in detail what happened?" Baron Ryerson raised his hand.

"You still don't know what's going on?" Fay jerked his face away from the baron.

Hunter on the side was even more surprised to grow his mouth, and Ryerson could see the cavities in the colonel's mouth with the cavities.

"I've been waiting for the Colonel to give me a detailed explanation." Ryerson stretched out his hands to show that he was innocent.

"Major, you are the person in charge of the field, and you have come to report to the baron what happened." Hunter found that the problem was still with him, and hurriedly threw the pot into Whitewood's arms.

"Here's the thing, this afternoon I received an order .... Then at 2:15 p.m.... I heard the lookout report... And then I said to Colonel Hunt... It was a wonderful landing... And then this Captain Horn.... That's basically what happened. Major Whitewood earnestly recounted the experience to the crowd.

"Colonel Hunt, are there any errors or omissions in Major Whitewood's report?" Fay turned to ask Hunter.

"No, that's all I know." Hunter replied.

"Very well, I understand it all, thank you very much, Major Whitewood." Ryerson said to the Major.

"You're welcome, it's my duty, Your Excellency. Also, I have a few questions for this pilot. The Major humbly replied.

"Feel free to ask, and I'm sure Second Lieutenant Krieg won't have anything to hide." Ryerson said, looking at Krieger.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency. I would like to ask Second Lieutenant Krieger, can you tell me where you got this RAF transport plane, from which base you departed, and where was your original destination? Colonel Hunt asked.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you mean? Isn't this all arranged by you, Major? Krieger said in surprise.

"We arranged it? But I didn't find any flight plans for this plane here, from which base did you take off? ”

"Chipirit Air Force Base, the British Air Force there arranged this damn plane for us."

"Wait a minute, you're saying that this Swiftloon was arranged for you by the Zibilit base?"

"Of course, I also signed the ground maintenance record of this plane, and I don't believe you can send someone there to check it." Krieg replied confidently.

"Where are you going?"

"This is it, we were going to come to Cairo."

"Could it be that because this flight was added on an impromptu basis, Zibilit forgot to inform the Cairo base," Sir Fay interjected to Whitewood.

"It's very unlikely, Your Excellency, unless the officer on duty over there is drunk, and if it is a flight plan that has been added on the fly, the officer on duty must notify the airport where it will land by phone or radio, and will only allow the plane to take off after receiving confirmation from here." The Royal Air Force Major replied in the affirmative.

"If what our two German friends say is true, then the problem must be on the side of the Zibilit base." Sir Fay concluded.

"Captain Horn, it looks like this was just a misunderstanding, is there anything else you'd like to add?" Baron Ryerson said to Horn with a smile.

"It may be true that there was a misunderstanding at the Cairo base, Your Excellency, but I would like to speak of another issue now." Horn stood up and walked to the middle of the room, standing in front of everyone with his chest puffed out.

"I want to accuse British military personnel here of deliberately sabotaging the aircraft and attempting to murder a Wehrmacht officer." Horn said aloud.

"Wait, Captain, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Be careful, you're responsible for your words, Captain." The British all exclaimed in unison.

"Do you know what this charge means? Do you have hard evidence? Who do you think you are? What do you think—" Colonel Hunt stood up and threatened.

"It doesn't matter who he used to be, but now he's mine."

A voice suddenly sounded in the doorway, interrupting Colonel Hunt's words, and Hunt turned his head angrily to see which man dared to speak so loudly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you here, and let me take the liberty of introducing myself, my name is Carl. Randolph, as you can see, is a German SS lieutenant colonel" Randolph slammed the heel of his boot and raised his right arm.

"Hey! Reinhart! ”

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