Unlimited Military Base

After the war broke out, the UK has been isolated from the European continent. During this period, thousands of men and women crossed the German blockade and crossed the strait to reach the safer United Kingdom. Some people come to escape because they are sentenced once they are caught by the Gestapo because of racial or political thoughts. Others are young people who are bullied and reluctant to wait for the opportunity to revenge, and they are ready to organize resistance in the UK; Others are British Royal Air Force personnel and other British military personnel who remain in Dunkirk, and others are special agents of German intelligence agencies mixed in refugees.

If you are interested, you will succeed. People dig their minds and think of various ways and routes to escape, and put them into practice immediately. In the summer of 1940, the Germans already occupied Norway, Denmark, the Netherlands, Belgium, Czechoslovakia, and parts of Poland and France, all of which have patriots who swear by the country.

There are always risks in fighting. Although there are no precise statistics on hand, the British Army’s MI6 Narris suspects that one out of every ten people who have fled the country will arrive in the UK. The sacrifices and sufferings of the unnamed men and women are rarely known. It’s still difficult to leave relatives in peacetime and to be unaccompanied. It’s even worse in wartime. People don’t know if they can reach their destination, whether they can cross the traps set by the enemy, and whether they can’t deal with them is not always So kind nature.

During the Second World War, the captives had dug long tunnels, or skipped the barbed wire in the concentration camp, and even wore women’s clothes to escape. According to Narris, this is the most ridiculous way to escape.

One afternoon, Narris just returned from the headquarters to the office, and an assistant said anxiously to Narris: “You can come back. There is something urgent waiting for you.”

“What is it?” Narris asked casually.

“Two Frenchmen drove in West Sussex.”

“Hey. What can be fussed? There are thousands of planes on the European continent!”

“This is not the same,” he said with a grimace. “The report said it was their own plane!”

“Probably they are Wright brothers. Unfortunately, they are no longer alive, and they are not French. Well, you take Narris to see these two brave pilots.”

“They came by car, they haven’t arrived yet, they will arrive in about an hour.”

After a while, two people were taken to the office of Narris, and Narris talked briefly with them. One is a young man of about twenty years old. His body is thin, his appearance is kind and thick, and he has the famous Ronald. The Coleman-style lips are a bit like the movie star. He shook hands with Narris. When Narris introduced him, Narris remembered that his name belonged to an ancient French family, inheriting the title of the Viscount. Another person is twice as old as him, brown skin, and the instrument is very different: short, strong, and like a native farmer. His name is Marcel, he is the driver of the Viscount. He respects the Viscount and always stands two steps behind the Viscount. Whenever the viscount spoke to him, he always had to bow his head slightly.

After asking them to sit down, Narris hesitated for a moment, first asking Marcel, behind the Viscount, to answer the question.

Narris asked him why he had to come here after asking him questions such as his name, address, religion, political thoughts, education, his father’s situation. Of course, only the Viscount is qualified to answer this question, and Marcel is listening to him with respect and respect.

He said that his father was valued in the First World War, and 1936 was still quite young and died. At that time he had just grown up. His mother had relatives in the United States. So he went to the United States to visit relatives and lived for a long time to alleviate the sorrow of the husband. A wealthy Argentine farmer fell in love with her at first sight and soon proposed to her. The Viscount knew the pain of the mother’s widowhood and encouraged the mother to marry again. The mother agreed to the marriage and went to Argentina with the new husband shortly after 1938’s marriage. The Rouen and the various industries in Paris, which were inherited from the late husband, were handed over to the only child, the Viscount.

The war broke out. He was ordered to serve in the French cavalry that was replaced by the Tank. However, the enthusiastic Frenchman was not the opponent of the German blitzkrieg. The German Tank master under the Rommel commander easily destroyed the French resistance with its high-speed heavy-duty Tank and sophisticated weapons.

The failure caused chaos, and the French army remnants fled and broke into the army. As the Viscount said with a sardonic smile, everyone only cares about himself. It is a veritable “race to escape.” He was depressed because of this rout and returned to his hometown unhappy.

Although France has become a republic for almost 150 years, the hometown of the Viscount still maintains an uncompromising feudal system. After the German occupation of the area, all villagers and small farmers regarded him as a natural leader and obeyed his arrangements. The German commander, Kolugo, is very savvy and arrogant, so that the Viscount’s living habits are not harassed. No German soldiers are allowed to go to his castle to station, and the estate products are not allowed to be confiscated. To some extent, the Viscount is still seen as the absolute master. Colonel Colongo, the German commander, even apologized for the lack of supply of his private car, which included a luxurious Rolls-Royce gasoline.

“You know,” said the Viscount, helplessly. “I didn’t ask for any such preferential treatment. It is far from it. The Germans are so respectful to me, and I am not willing to share my hardships with my people. I am very unhappy. For this, I have Colonel Colonel Kolugo. But this clever German officer always asks for forgiveness. Fortunately, the people understand me, we take the enemy and divide the food, and everyone who needs it gets a little. But, sir, You know, this experience has puzzled me and made me pessimistic and disappointed. I want to be a useful person and want to do something to alleviate the shame of the motherland. But, what to do?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

The Viscount continued, he was good at flying and obtained a non-military pilot certificate long before the war. In the happy and calm days of 1930, he often flies to the Riviera to play, sometimes to the UK to watch Ascot. Now, no matter how diligent the German attitude is, he is always a prisoner. One morning, he was downcast and worried about going to the parking room. Marcel was wiping the Rolls Royce there, and the cylinder head was wiped brightly. He suddenly had a thought.

Since there are the best cars in the world, why can’t I fly to the UK? This idea is almost absurd, but he can’t get rid of this stubborn thought. He explained his thoughts to Marcel in a serious way, because he knew that there was no assistant, and he could not take on such a major job. He asked the driver to swear not to talk about it to anyone.

A few weeks have passed and he has not made up his mind. I remembered the meaningless life of the past. He is more interested in realizing this crazy plan. He got a pass to Paris, went to work as an official, and actually went to buy books about making airplanes. After buying the book, he worked hard to study. At first, he fell into the clouds, because his knowledge of triangles and mathematics has long forgotten most of them, and he has to buy more books to better master the aerodynamics.

He travels in an imaginary world hour by hour. Suddenly, he thought of an old friend of his father. This person is a mathematics professor at a university. He has now withdrawn from the education sector and spent the rest of his life in the suburbs of Evreux. In order to explain the motives of sudden eagerness to learn, he talked about his plans to the professor.

Although the old professor did not agree with the plan of the Viscount, he was still happy to help his old friend’s son.

Since then, the Viscount has gone to the suburbs of Evreux two or three times a week, spending hours each time studying the cosines, tangent lines and other mysterious symbols that make people dizzy. The strong desire to achieve his goals made him highly concentrated. After a few weeks, he was already a accomplished mathematician.

He began to calculate independently for one day to fly. The distance to the British coast is 250 kilometers, and it takes at least 50 litres of petrol to fly there, plus 50% of spare capacity. He also has to consider the weight of the engine, fuselage and fuel and the weight of him and Marcel. From the beginning he was determined to go with Marcel, because he clearly knew that once the “big bird” flew away, the Germans must trace the complicity. If Marcel leaves, it will inevitably become a victim.

Narris interrupted him: “Can I ask your assistant questions?”

“Of course,” he replied.

“Please tell me Marshall, what do you think of the Viscount’s plan? Are you willing to accompany him to the UK?”

He glanced at the master, and the eye was clearly asking for the owner’s consent. When the princes nodded and answered, Marshall said: “The master’s command is the order, and he does not hesitate to execute. Since the owner is risking his life, how can he not go with his life?”

“Do you blindly believe that the plan will succeed?”

“Are we not here?” he said with a shrug of shoulders.

“The answer is good,” Narris said with a smile. “Mr. Viscount, please continue.”

The Viscount began secretly designing the aircraft’s structural drawings and proceeded to draw drawings of the fuselage and the wing. Marcel was busy looking for materials to make the aircraft. He found a decorative old sail in the attic, cleverly placed it on the skeleton of the “home made” aircraft. He also used a piece of old tablecloth to make a cover cloth and unloaded it from an abandoned old car. The wheels are mounted on the plane. Fortunately, there are all kinds of tools in the castle of the Viscount. The Germans did not notice their conspiracy.

One month after another, the big bird has begun to take shape. They were built in a room next to the garage and could not be seen by anyone. In addition to Marcel, the number of viscounts was reduced to three: one was a chef who had been at home for twenty years; the other was his mother–one could walk around the castle, whispering all day long and blaming him for countless The old man with poor property management; the third is a young handyman, the reason why the viscount took him, not so much to be pity for usefulness. Although all these people are loyal, it is not entirely impossible to talk to the Germans.

This is one of the reasons why the Viscount left Marcel to stay close to work. This way he can enter and leave the room without any problems, saying that he is trying to install a gas generator in the car. In order to be more realistic, he and Marcel did install a coal-burning device on an old car.

Everything went quietly without causing any doubt. Five months later, the Viscount began to implement his crazy plan. His original vision has turned into a prototype resembling a prehistoric bird, waiting to install cylinders and fuel tanks, which is not a hassle. The main problem at hand is getting fuel. Gasoline has been confiscated. Only those units with special needs such as the Cross and the Fire Department are allowed to use. The Viscount did not know how to get this essential liquid.

There is a gas station a few miles from the castle, and there are guards day and night. It is dangerous to buy the guards in it, because it means putting the life of him and Marcel into the hands of a stranger; if you venture into it, both will be caught. They must try to avoid causing any suspicion, because as long as they search for their room, the “home” aircraft will be exposed. The Viscount can’t just ask Colugu to give him a petrol: the colonel is an old man, and he definitely wants to know why.

Thanks to the hard work of Marcel, he came up with a solution. He suggested that the host hold an aggregation every other month or so. There may be many officials coming by car. When the car’s main owners are having fun, they can let the drivers rest in the user’s room, and then invite a few beautiful girls to deal with the drivers. At this time, he – Marcel – took a bucket and a rubber tube to the side of the car to get a little oil from each tank, without causing doubt.

The beginning of the viscount hesitated, he did not want to see the enemy of the motherland in his home to have fun. Losing a battle is not a shame, and cooperation with the conqueror is incompatible with his philosophy of life and his education. He rejected the suggestion.

After a few weeks passed, it was still unpredictable. The Viscount had to agree with the driver’s suggestion and sent an invitation to Kokogo and his subordinates.

The party has held more and more gasoline storage in Marcel.

Every time I take only five liters from each tank, after about four months, the gasoline he got was enough to fly across the strait. On one occasion, a German driver suddenly came back and took something that was forgotten in the car. Marcel was almost caught on the spot. Fortunately, the Germans drank too much wine, and they ignored him and squatted behind a car.

The Viscount also experienced a moment of glory. When it came to the engine, Colonel Colongo praised the Viscount, saying that he had the best car in the UK, Rolls Royce, and said that he had to see and see. Fortunately, he did not really look at it, because the Rolls Royce engine has been installed on the “home” aircraft.

After a long period of time, the preparations for the adventure flight are all ready. On a silent morning, the Viscount and Marcel had not yet opened the strange bird to a wide avenue. Have not tested beforehand, either successfully or forever. The motor started for a few minutes before it heated up. Marcel first stabilized the rickety aircraft behind him, then jumped into the simple cockpit and sat behind the owner. The plane slid forward along the avenue. The engine first rotates in the low gear and then drives the spindle of the propeller to reach the maximum speed. The small plane was bumping on the boulevard, and the speed was getting faster. The Viscount clenched the joystick and lifted the wing. He held his breath: the strange prehistoric bird almost emptied at the end of the runway, and the wheel hit a low fence.

The small plane continues to rise.

The big bird flew in the direction of the UK, and the pilot stabilized the speed at almost fifty miles per hour and never more than a few hundred feet in height. The Viscount knew that the lower the flight, the less likely it was to be discovered, and as the viscount smiled, the higher the flight, the more it would fall.

The flight is normal. The Viscount shunned the big towns freely and did not seem to be discovered. There was neither a German fighter chasing, nor no one fired a gun to land it. A small group of British Spitfire fighters flew over when the small plane crossed the coast in Leter Porell and flew almost halfway into the strait. Marcel hurriedly pulled out a white cloth and kept waving. This was his intention to bring preparations to be used to express peaceful intentions. The Spitfire fighters have been escorting them to a runway at the Royal Air Force Base in West Sussex, and the Viscount has skillfully landed on a small aircraft. They achieved their goals and gained freedom.

Narris’s first reaction was to admire the feat, and I was even more impressed after checking the small plane the next day. Narris is not an aviation expert, but to be honest, Narris really doesn’t know how they can make the plane take off and maintain a speed of fifty miles. The pilots of the Spitfire confirmed the words of the Viscount and his servants. When it was discovered that the “air mower” was swaying over the strait, Brittish was still struggling, and it was not clear what Hitler sent to the British beach.

The Viscount was again tried, this time alone. Narris asked him several times about his experiences that he could almost recite. Narris asked him about the talents of Marcel as a mechanic. He said that his servants were very capable in all work and quite neat. In the afternoon, Narris consulted a knowledgeable and knowledgeable colleague of the Royal Air Force. Narris knew that he had carefully reviewed the Taikoo aircraft and was impressed with its temporary assembly. As a layman, Narris asked him questions about the engine and its performance.

The next day, Narris met with the Viscount again.

“I have a lot of trouble for you, and my heart is very upset.” Narris said with a cigarette: “There are two or three points in your story to be clarified. First, take oil from the German car’s fuel tank. The problem.”