[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Fern snatched the envelope from her hand.The envelope was not big and thin, but it was tightly sealed, "You delayed giving it to me until now?"

"I put it in my pocket and forgot." Bachofen said disapprovingly, "Isn't this given to you anyway? It's definitely not an urgent matter. You see, this wandering person has been walking on the road for no one knows how long. "

"27th Regiment 'North Africa'..." Illerman frowned, identifying the sender's name on the envelope, "Werner Schroer."

"People from the North African United sent you a letter?" Bachofen also became interested and asked curiously.

Illerman shook his head and said, "I don't know this guy."

"Open it and have a look." Bachofen urged.

Illerman turned the envelope upright, held the corners with both hands, and carefully tore open the envelope along the edge.There was no letter paper in the open envelope.Illerman held the envelope in his right hand suspiciously, spread his left hand flat with the palm up, and turned the envelope upside down on top of his palm.A bright yellow silk scarf floated out of the thin and rough envelope.

35

"Do not."

The guard with the gun looked at Illeman in bewilderment, as if he was at a loss for the latter's answer.He blinked and paused for a moment before saying, "But this is a rule. Since the attack on July [-], the head of state has ordered..."

"If Hitler doesn't even trust the number one fighter ace of the Air Force," Illermann said calmly, looking at the guards in black SS uniforms with a blank face, "then I don't want to see him. "

"You..." The guard stood on the spot as if struck by lightning, but he still worked hard, "It's not that the head of state doesn't trust you, it's just that the head of state has to take off his pistol now, and the instructions above are to treat everyone equally—"

"Since he doesn't want to see me so much," Illerman said, shrugged, and turned to leave, "then I won't force it."

"Mr. Captain!" the guard yelled hastily, "Stop!" Watching Illerman turn around, the guard frowned, and finally said: "Please wait a moment, I will report."

After speaking, the guard nodded to his colleagues on the other side of the door, and then ran in.

A young man in a dark blue uniform of the Air Force walked aggressively to the gate, and when he saw Illerman, he couldn't help but reprimanded him: "It's funny that you are embarrassing a little guard here?!"

"Mr. Colonel Von Wendt," Illerman looked at the angry face of the other party, and couldn't help but step back a little, but he still said, "I have been fighting on the front line for many years, and I really haven't lost the habit of wearing a gun."

"Army troops that rely on rifles for food every day don't have such nonsense like you!" Feng Wendt said angrily, but turned to the guard and said, "Let this bastard come in."

"Thank you." Illerman said hastily.He nodded to the guards, and followed Feng Went who had turned around and was running away.The guard who retreated to the side just stood back by the door, without responding to Illerman's gaze.

Illerman caught up to Feng Wendt in a few steps and walked side by side with him.Feng Went also slowed down his pace slightly, and said to Yileman beside him without looking away, "Don't do anything stupid for a while."

"do not worry."

Feng Went stopped suddenly, causing Illerman to stop involuntarily, and cast him a look of hearing the news.Feng Wente turned around to face Illerman in the corridor, and said in a low voice: "You are the Red Baron in this battle now, you don't know how to take care of the overall situation, and you know how to use your temper every day! You all have the same virtue in the 52nd Regiment, You can never ask me to save myself, the matter of Hasohoff has not been settled with you yet!"

"Sir," Illerman also lowered his voice and said sincerely, "I don't think Mr. Hasohoff did anything wrong."

Feng Wente shook his head, "It's not a question of right and wrong." He glanced around while talking.There is no decoration on the bare concrete walls in the corridor, and there is no sound coming from the heavy-looking doors on both sides.Feng Wendt stared at Illerman with blazing eyes, his lips were tight, and his hands were behind his back.He lowered his eyes to the Knight's Iron Cross on Illeman's neck, the crossed swords on it, together with the silver leaf-like shape, exuded a cold radiance. "Head-to-head with that fat ass Göring," said Feng Wendt, "I can only give you one word: stupid!"

"But Mr. Colonel," said Illerman, "the situation on the front line is not optimistic, and the senior command of the Air Force headed by Goering has done nothing."

Feng Wente closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked at Illerman again: "The situation on the front line is not good. I don't know better than you? You are facing an eastern front line, but I see it every day." Keep an eye on all fronts." His tone was steady and his eyes were indifferent, unlike Illerman's youthful demeanor, his calm conversation was imprinted with time.

"Göring has been an out-and-out loser since the end of the last war," said Von Wendt. "The so-called air marshal is so stupid and fat that he can't even fit in the cockpit. It's a joke!" His tone was still ordinary, but his eyes showed cruelty: "I have been relying on the friendship with the head of state in the early years to do anything wrong. He has never seen the German Empire in his eyes, and he has never had the German Air Force in his heart! Bosweiler himself Thinking that he was on good terms with Goering, he brought up such a stupid idea of ​​confronting Goering to Hasohov. Can we just let him go to the new special operations team?"

"Mr. Bosweller has invited me to join," Illerman said.

"You?" Feng Went raised his eyebrows, "You didn't agree, did you? It must be Prinz who has stepped down and transferred back to the 52nd Regiment to be the captain of Regiment [-]. He won't let you go if he is killed. .”

Illerman shook his head and said, "I didn't agree. I don't want to leave the 52nd Regiment and trust my comrades with my life."

"It's fine not to go." Feng Wendt looked away and looked towards the end of the corridor, "Now Goering wants Boswell to die on the front line, so he must try every means to get the special operations team to go on a suicide mission. Ha Soho The husband's business is not over yet," he turned his face and looked at Illerman, "It may take a while, but I heard the wind that they plan to court-martial."

"Court-martial?" Illerman asked hastily.

"You guys from the 52nd Regiment," Feng Went's mouth curled into a vague arc, "Are you still afraid of a military court? Didn't Maziaz almost get accused before, but in the end it was because no one else could participate in that court?" For flying missions at extremely high latitudes, immediately cancel the charges against him." He shrugged, "A man of high art is bold."

"But Mr. Harsohoff..." Illerman said anxiously, worriedly.

"I will definitely do my best to protect him." Feng Wente said succinctly.His eyes flicked back and forth on the medal on Illerman's chest, and he suddenly said, "What do you think of Hasohov?"

"He taught us," replied Illerman without hesitation, "that we should be patriotic and fight for it; but nothing else."

"It's not that you don't need to worry about it." Feng Went sighed softly, "In the current situation, many things are beyond our control. If you haven't experienced the last war, you probably won't understand it. You also know that I am a hereditary baron, An unfathomable feeling flowed in his eyes, and he looked directly into Illerman's eyes, "I was only 11 years old when the last war ended, but our Fengwent family has been in the army for generations and guarded the frontier. Everything is on the battlefield. We have known since the beginning of [-] that the German Empire will never win that war. But how could we capture it without a fight, how could we hand over the German Empire that has just gone through untold hardships to unify Man, how can it be possible to squander the efforts to finally unite the German nation?

"We soldiers, sometimes we don't fight for winning or losing. We are born as human beings and live with integrity. There is no compromising in the dictionary of German men, only iron and blood! I would rather the 2000-year-old German Empire perish here," Feng said. Went watched Illerman calmly, stood with his hands behind his back, and said awe-inspiringly, "Our future generations must not be allowed to live under the slavery of the West!"

Illerman looked at Feng Wendt, his Adam's apple moved up and down, but he didn't respond.

"I say this, you may not think it is reasonable." Feng Went said and turned around, "In short, you just need to remember that as long as you think you are fighting for your father's country, you don't have to care about the rest. Less than one day Two centuries later, no one will know whether your choice is correct or not. A man only needs to hold himself upright and stand upright, and leave the rest to future generations to judge." After finishing speaking, he walked towards the end of the corridor again without turning back Look at Illeman following him.

Illerman followed Feng Went to a door, Feng Went stood still, turned around and signaled Yileman to take off the iron cross on his neck.

Illerman raised his hand to untie the ribbon under the collar, and handed it to Feng Wendt together with the Knight's Iron Cross.Feng Wente took it and asked again: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Mr. Colonel," said Illemann, "Goering has given me a no-fly order."

"I'll go and talk to the Führer," Feng Wendt said bluntly.

"Thank you." Illerman said quickly.

Seeing that Illerman had no intention of saying any more, Feng Went turned around and knocked on the door.

"Who?" A vague question came from inside the door.

"Fon Went."

"Klaus," sighed the voice from inside the door.

"My Führer," Von Wendt replied, "the ace of the Eastern Front, Dieter Illermann, has arrived."

"Call him in."

Only then did Feng Went turn the handle and open the plain door.He stood by the door,