The Swift Dragon transport aircraft rapidly descended in altitude, the fuselage began to tremble slightly, and the duralumin frame and plywood casing creaked. "We need to land as soon as possible, Krieger." Horn shouted.

"I'm doing that, Captain, now you'd better get back to your seat and strap on your safety belt." Krieger turned off the right side of the engine, and the propeller automatically began to propel down, and the smoke from the cracks in the engine housing became a little lighter, but the interior temperature was still high.

"Captain, there's an idiot down there who wants us to change course." Krieger shouted from the cockpit.

"What are you going to do?" Horn clasped the buckle of the safety belt.

"To hell with this bastard." Krieger reoriented the nose of the plane and aimed it at the runway in the distance.

"Captain, I swear that next time I meet that Hudson, I'll blow up that nasty fat face!" The pilot shouted.

"You can only line up, I'll kill him first! Krieger! Horn echoed loudly in agreement.

To ask how Horn and his party ended up in such a mess, the story has to start two hours ago.

As mentioned earlier, they arrived at the Zibilit Air Base near Suez on the cruise ship Normandy, accompanied by two French beauties who were traveling with them, and the group basked in the sun on the pier for a while, and finally waited for the reception staff sent by the British army.

"I'm very sorry, I just ran into some problems before departure, and I was delayed for some time." Before the convertible could steady, a slump British Air Force officer jumped out of the car and trotted all the way to the two German officers.

"I'm Second Lieutenant Hudson in the Royal Air Force." Hudson gave Horn a British military salute.

"German Army Captain Horn." Horn paused his boots and gave the other party a raised hand salute.

"Air Force Ensign Krieger, hi! Reinhart! Krieger raised his right arm in the air.

"Happy... Welcome to Zibilit, gentlemen. Second Lieutenant Hudson's expression stiffened, and it seemed that he, like other British officers who had seen him raise his arm for the first time, did not know how to deal with such a scene.

Fortunately, the Germans then lowered their arms, and the chubby RAF second lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's nice to meet you, second lieutenant, can you take us out of this place first, we're all drying out of the sun." Horn said.

"Of course, everything was already ready, but I thought there were only two of you, but I didn't expect there to be two more charming ladies." Hudson's gaze couldn't stop glancing in the direction of the beauties.

"These are Miss Dewar and Miss Blonn, and they are going to Cairo with us, can you give them a place to rest first?" Horn quietly stepped aside, blocking the British lieutenant's somewhat dull gaze.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Captain Horn, but we're at the Air Force Base, and we don't have a special resting place for ladies. And the order given to me is to have a transport plane ready for you to fly to the Cairo base as soon as you arrive. Ensign Hudson's bun face showed a look of embarrassment.

"I see, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's only one hundred and fifty kilometers from Cairo, and it only takes half an hour at most." The second half of Horn's sentence was addressed to the two young ladies.

"Then take us to see the plane, Second Lieutenant Hudson, and can you get a few people to help us carry our luggage?" Krieger chimed in.

"No problem, I'll send someone to carry your luggage right away." Hudson turned his head to a few Indian handymen who were sitting not far away to rest, speaking fluent Hindi.

"Second 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, second lieutenant, now let's go see the plane." Krieger was already standing beside the convertible and opened the door of the sedan.

"Ladies." Krieger made an inviting gesture to the two French beauties.

"You're not kidding, are you? Second Lieutenant Hudson. Standing in front of the tarmac at the base, Krieger shouted as he pointed to the behemoth in front of him.

"Oh my God, this plane reminds me of a wonderful childhood, Caluz." Miss Dewar said with wide eyes.

"Not as exaggerated as you say, Miss Dewar, and I can assure you that the plane is still flying safely." Ensign Hudson said, stroking his stomach.

"What year did this plane leave the factory, 1924 or 1925?" There was a clear sarcasm in Krieger's tone.

"I remember the last time I flew on such a plane, I was still in military school." Horn had a look of remembrance on his face.

"It's a bus with wings, and that design was phased out a decade ago." Krieger said loudly, pointing to the Falman F60 long-range airliner parked on the tarmac.

Perhaps the Luftwaffe lieutenant was a little mean, but he did not deviate too far from the truth, this long-range transport aircraft, which once shined in the French aviation world, was actually a product of the First World War and was originally designed as a long-range bomber.

As a result, because the war was nearing the end when it appeared, Falman failed to get a government order, in order to recover the loss, the senior management of Falman, the company had an idea, transformed her into a passenger and cargo aircraft, and gave her the nickname "Goliath", into the commercial aviation market competition.

Because it was originally designed to carry a one-ton aerial bomb, this aircraft had a very spacious cabin, but the designers at the time did not take into account any aerodynamics at all, and the whole fuselage was square, and the shape was indeed similar to that of trams in European cities.

Although the appearance of this aircraft is a little ugly, but the performance is still quite good, the French used her to open up a series of long-distance routes from Paris to London, Paris to Berlin, as far as the farthest from Paris to Casablanca in North Africa, with a range of more than 2,000 kilometers. The French even organized all the airlines that used such aircraft and established the Paris Air Alliance, which for a time monopolized passenger flights from Paris to major cities in Europe.

A total of 60 such aircraft were produced, and the last "Goliath" did not leave the production line until 1929, and until the mid-thirties, this passenger aircraft was still active on European routes.

Even if Horn and his party had never flown in such a plane, they had at least seen it in newspapers and magazines, and the F60 in Falment was easy to impress because of its unique shape.

"Why is there a Falman F60 passenger plane in the base of the RAF?" Horn asked the Royal Air Force second lieutenant.

"The plane originally belonged to the Czechoslovak National Airlines." Second Lieutenant Hudson did not elaborate further, believing that the Germans would understand him.

At the end of the twenties, Czechoslovakia received a production license from Falman, assembled and produced eight "Goliaths" using parts supplied by France, four by the Avia company, and the remaining four by the old Letov aircraft factory.

This is apparently one of the eight Czech-made F60s, and some of the Czech civil aviation pilots fled the country in their planes when Germany annexed the Czech Republic, and it is not known how many places this "Goliath" had traveled before coming to Egypt. The British have now erased the original Czech National Airlines logo and repainted the Royal Air Force livery.

To be honest, Horn was very interested in the story behind this plane, but now was obviously not the time to explore this issue, although the second lieutenant of the Royal Air Force patted his chest and said that this plane was completely fine, but looking at the antique in front of him, the army captain always felt that something was not reliable.

"I can't handle this thing alone, I need a co-pilot and an aeronautical mechanic." Krieg scratched his head and said to Horn.

"Sorry Captain, we don't have any spare pilots, a lot of planes have been transferred from the mainland during this time, and the pilots have a lot of tasks. I thought you were both pilots, but I didn't expect you to be an army officer. Hudson said, spreading his hands.

"If you can't, you'll have to wait here for two days, and there's a service flight to Cairo over the weekend. If you need it, I can prepare a car for you and take you to the city of Suez, where there is a very high-class hotel, and I know the manager well, so that he can give you some discounts. Speaking of discounts, Second Lieutenant Hudson rubbed his chubby fingers.

"Don't you have any other planes here? I look at a few planes over there. Krieger pointed to several Westlander Lesander light liaison planes in the corner of the tarmac.

"Ensign, as I said before, all the planes here have a mission." Hudson said, shaking his head.

"I'm going to see your commander now, and I'm sure he'll arrange another plane for us." Horn said with a stern face.

"General Richard went to Cairo yesterday afternoon and will not return until the day after tomorrow, and this plane was specially arranged by him on our behalf." Hudson shrugged his shoulders.

"But if you're really in a hurry... There's a plane idle, so please come this way with me, folks. The RAF lieutenant pointed to the hangar at the end of the tarmac.

"If it's still this kind of, I'll report everything that happened here to my superiors." Krieger warned.

"Don't worry, second lieutenant, you'll be satisfied." Hudson turned, leading the way towards the hangar.

Horn and the others didn't see the weird smile on the corner of the RAF lieutenant's mouth at this moment.

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