In Norway, at a newly built secluded airfield near the south, two German officers jumped out of the open-top luxury Mercedes before the car could come to a complete stop. Looking at the entire German army, only the air force with deep pockets will be equipped with this kind of luxury car that shows its status.

Because the combat environment is too harsh, other units would rather equip their senior officers with off-road vehicles that can climb mountains and mountains, or bulletproof armored command vehicles, rather than such a kind of civilian luxury car that is close to being cumbersome. However, the Air Force is different, and many rear air defense units have good roads to use, and equipping civilian vehicles can reduce the pressure on the production of military equipment.

Looking at the ranks of these two officers, we can see that their rank in the air force is not low, the rank of colonel is a very delicate existence in the army, and those who have this rank can become real generals if they go one step further, and these people are usually responsible for the management of many practical matters within the army, and they have great power -- it can be said that colonel is a special existence in the entire army and has a more prominent status.

"Colonel Hans. It's ready as required!" The two men were greeted by the head of the airport, the captain of the 133rd Flying Group, who was originally stationed here. Although his rank was that of a major, and he was not guilty of groveling to a colonel of another department, the man who gave the order to move him out of half of the airport was his immediate superior. So he had to greet the officers who came here respectfully, and try his best to have a good relationship with such a person with a background.

"Very well! As you know, the strengthening of the Norwegian air defense is the highest order of the Führer, and my troops are ordered to be stationed at this airfield to carry out daytime air defense duties. Your troops will be drawn to the north, that's the warrant. The colonel, Hans, took out a stamped and signed order document from the purse his assistant was carrying, and handed it to the captain of the 133rd Flying Group.

Hearing this news, the captain of the 133rd Flying Group frowned, Norway is not a good place, it is far from being picturesque and spring-like, and the infrastructure is indeed a grade worse than the real European core.

So most of the conditions of the air base here are very bad and need to be built by the Germans one by one. Because the secret air base where he is located has just been built, it is considered to be in relatively good conditions in the whole of Norway, and the maintenance facilities and surrounding supporting facilities are also relatively complete, so it is a rare and good place.

Because the group was formed late, and the fighters were relatively new Ta-152 high-altitude fighters, they were assigned to this airport with good conditions to be responsible for the airspace defense in the center of southern Norway. But now that the other party has an order to let his people get out of the way and go to the bitter cold land in the north, he can't help frowning.

But thinking about the other party's origins, the captain still stood up and saluted respectfully, and agreed to the request for relocation: "Colonel Hans, this order is from the Supreme Command, and I can only carry it out unconditionally, but I am very curious and want to ask why we are allowed to relocate instead of using this airport together." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the surrounding hangar and the wide runway, and said with some reluctance: "You see, the number of planes that can be accommodated here can be squeezed into at least more than 150 aircraft, and our brigade only has more than 60 Ta-152 fighters." ”

"I'm sorry! I can't divulge anything about the fighter forces deployed here. This is the top military secret of the Empire, and everything here is strictly confidential, so combat troops like you can only be transferred. Colonel Hans had no intention of retracting the order, and he went straight past the captain of the 133rd Brigade and walked with an inspecting gaze to a row of camouflaged hangars next to the airport.

"What is it! When did our 133rd Brigade get so angry! They said let us move, we have to move?" The deputy captain of the 133rd Brigade complained behind the captain with a reluctant face: "Look at his appearance, I can't wait to leave sideways!"

"What can I do? Disobey?" the captain glared at his lieutenant, then turned to follow. Following Colonel Hans, he accompanied the high-spirited officer around the airport facilities before completing the handover.

"Don't be unconvinced! I'll just tell you one thing, and ask your boss for the rest. Colonel Hans seemed to see that the two men who had accompanied him around him were not friendly, and suddenly said, "The emblem of the troops who came here is a shield cut from the national flag. If you don't understand, just ask. ”

The two officers of the 133rd Brigade behind him glanced at each other, and did not say anything, but secretly wrote down the strange sign that Colonel Hans had spoken of—a shield cut from a national flag. They really hadn't heard of this unit, after all, they had been training in Poland since its formation, and had only recently been transferred to Norway.

After sending Colonel Hans away, the captain of the 133rd Brigade couldn't wait to call the phone number of the wing headquarters above him, and finally waited for his leader to have time, and asked mysteriously: "I say, sir...... Have you ever heard of an air force unit whose flag is in the shape of a shield?"

"Hmm, you mean, the troops who asked you to move the place are from Berlin?" On the other side of the phone, when the Wing Commander asked back, it seemed that even the tone had changed, and it was obvious that the other party was a powerful force, and the Wing Commander knew about it.

"I didn't say that I came from Berlin, I just heard that the troops who came here were marked by flags in the shape of shields. The captain of the 133 Flying Group hurriedly explained.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then he said: "Don't ask more, I only know that the troops are all trump cards that have shot down more than 10 enemy planes, and they are flying troops to defend the capital...... Since they're here, you hurry up and pack your things and get out!"

All of them are ace pilots? They are ace flying units defending the capital? No wonder people are arrogant, and no wonder their deployment can alarm the Air Force General Staff. The captain swallowed a mouthful of saliva, assured his leader a few words, and hurriedly hung up the phone.

"Look at what you see! Hurry up and move! The origin of the people is not something we can compare!" The captain sighed, and hurriedly arranged for his subordinates to quickly load all their things on the truck and leave--the fighter plane is easy to handle, and can directly transfer and fly away, but many things cannot be carried by the fighter plane, so they can only arrange for the truck to pull them away.

In the afternoon, the entire airport was left with only garrisons on guard, and the wide runway was empty. The noisy tarmac was empty except for a brand-new fuel truck parked there.

On the contrary, next to the landing runway of the airport, there are technicians and apprentices waiting for the troops to arrive, who have to overhaul and maintain the equipment from afar after the plane lands, so as to ensure that most of the equipment can be put into combat in the shortest possible time.

There was a sudden roaring sound in the sky, and this huge noise came from far and near, and soon those black dots on the horizon expanded into one fighter jet after another, and these fighters did not seem to be exactly the same as the fighters flying in the sky now.

The wing commander directly under the 133rd Brigade had some secret things that he didn't explain too clearly to his subordinates. Because he had heard that the ace fighter flight unit that was guarding the skies of the capital Berlin had been reequipped with the latest generation of super fighters, and the reason for secrecy might be the fundamental purpose of their drive out the other troops.

The ME-239, the first German first-generation jet fighter with swept wings and jet engines, slowly lowered its landing gear, aimed it at the runway, and continued to descend to its altitude. Soon there was a landing vibration under the fuselage, and the pilots in the cabin tried to stabilize the attitude of the plane, and parked the superplane in the middle of the airport runway.

"No. 1 landed safely!" Colonel Hans held the walkie-talkie in his hand and loudly commanded the safe landing of these valuable equipment in the airport control tower. It was also the first time he had taken a man on a flight outside of Berlin, where he was about to take on Allied bombers and reconnaissance planes in Norway that might arrive again.

Ground crews retreat the landed planes to the empty tarmac, and new planes land on the runway one after another. Compared to ordinary fighter units, the number of aircraft has decreased, but the combat effectiveness of the evaluation has increased. They had only 44 jet fighters, as well as 16 Ta-152 fighters for several nearby air defenses.

Of course, because of the speed, the jet fighters must be the first to reach the designated place, after all, the most proud performance of these new aircraft is their unmatched speed advantage.

"If the Allied bombers had dared to come in the daytime, we would have surprised these fools. With the last jet fighter safely landing on the runway, Hans put down the binoculars in his hand and said to his adjutant with a smile: "Two airfields, two brigades, a full 88 jet fighters, can definitely take out 100 enemy planes easily." ”

After saying that, he smiled, then walked up to an SS colonel in charge of airport security behind him, and solemnly instructed: "Everything here is the top secret of the Empire, for the sake of the Führer, you must make sure that there is no possible danger nearby!"

The SS man did not speak, but stood upright, made a crunch with the heel of his boot, then raised his right hand in a German salute, and then turned and walked out of the headquarters.