My own war game

Chapter 89 Airport
A big shot came today at Soestberg Airport in the Netherlands.

Seyss-Inquart, the Austrian, had just been appointed by His Excellency the Moustache as the "Imperial Commissioner" for the Netherlands, that is, the highest head of the local puppet government.

The local surrender representatives lined up on both sides of the plane to welcome them, but after the plane landed, no one got off for a long time, so everyone could only wait awkwardly on the side.

The weather was hot and the officials were soon sweating profusely, but no one dared to complain. After all, these guys who had lost their country and betrayed their people would never dare to offend their own emperor.

The door of the Junkers medium-sized transport plane slowly opened, and a figure walked in front of the door.

"Quick! Play the music!" the leading official, Wiesel, shouted behind him, then straightened his collar and went forward.

The red carpet was rolled out, and Officer Wiesel stepped forward and stretched out his hand toward the cabin door.

Then he froze.

What appeared in front of me was a spotted Great Dane, which was looking around with curious eyes and sniffing around.

Visser just stood there awkwardly, his hands raised stiffly in the air.

At this time, another figure walked out of the cabin door. It was Seys Inquart, the current Dutch emperor. He was holding the leash of the Great Dane in his hand.

"Sit down! Sit down! Be quiet!" Seyss-Inquart scolded his beloved dog. Even to the ears of people standing by, the scolding sounded so harsh.

"Sir, welcome to the Netherlands!" Wiesel went up to him with gritted teeth.

"Well, Wiesel, right? I heard about you in Berlin. You've been doing a good job these days." The Austrian nodded slightly and stretched out his hand and waved it casually.

With just this one sentence, Visser felt as if all the bones in his body had become lighter, and even the awkwardness of facing the dog was alleviated a lot.

"Sir, the resting place has been arranged. Please come this way." Someone led the way and opened the door of a Volkswagen.

"Weisel, how did you do the job I asked you to do before?" Seth Inquart pulled the dog leash in his hand and asked casually.

"Sir, the quantity requested is a bit too much. Dairy products and meat are fine, but vegetables and fruits are in season..." Visser reported with some trepidation.

"Okay, I don't want to hear your excuses. The French are about to collapse, and there will be major progress on the front line soon. At this time, the Führer needs us to provide sufficient supplies, or do you want our soldiers to walk into Paris hungry? Hmm?"

A big hat was put on, and sweat immediately appeared on Visser's forehead. "Yes, sir, I will complete the task as soon as possible."

"Also! Pick out a batch of the best quality products and send them to the cargo plane. A consolation delegation will fly to the French front later."

"Yes, sir, I will select the best ones as soon as possible."

War is probably the most material-consuming behavior of mankind. The army under the mustache now has more than 400 million people, not to mention the local garrison reinforcements. Not only does the ammunition and gasoline consume an astronomical figure every day, but the consumption of food alone is not something that Germany alone can afford.

The Netherlands has always been a major livestock producing area in Europe, producing a large amount of dairy products and various meats every year. Naturally, it was included in the "supplier list" of the Third Reich. However, Seyss-Inquart was eager to perform in front of his head of state, and also made a large request for the supply of fruits and vegetables.

The local officials were now in a dilemma. They had no choice but to requisition a large number of supplies originally used for people's livelihood in the vicinity, so that vegetables have rarely been seen on the tables of Dutch citizens recently.

"Stop! What's carrying that?" At the checkpoint near the airport, the sentry was questioning two mule carts.

"Sir, as you can see, these are the vegetables that the masters want to transport here." The driver took off his hat and said humbly.

"Do you have a pass? What are the people in the car doing?"

"Sir, here is the pass. These people are here to help unload the truck." "Why are there children?"

"I'm not full. Come and help with the work in exchange for some food."

He Chi watched Rodman dealing with the guards in a serious manner from behind and nodded silently. After all, Rodman was a professional, with very good psychological quality and his words were flawless.

"Check! We need to check! Everyone up there, get off!" The guards drove He Chi and the others off the carriage and began to check.

A piece of rainproof cloth was pulled open, revealing a number of round objects inside.

"Why are there only pumpkins? Where are the other vegetables?" the person in charge of inspection said unhappily.

"Sir, other vegetables are not ripe yet, and the boss is under pressure. We only have some pumpkins that we have saved..."

The person in charge gave a wink, and the soldier jumped on the car, picked up a large pumpkin and smashed it with the butt of a rifle.

Splash! The red and yellow juice flowed all over the floor. The soldier picked up the contents with his bayonet but found nothing, so he moved on to the next target with his knife.

He Chi lowered his head and lowered his gaze, and a small knife fell from his sleeve into his palm.

A small figure rushed out, startling everyone at the scene, and the soldiers raised their submachine guns.

Hepburn, who had short hair, pounced on a pumpkin, picked up a broken rind and stuffed it into her mouth greedily. Soon her face became colorful and juice splashed onto the sleeves of the leading officer.

"What are you doing?! Someone, pull this dirty kid away!" The officer shook his hand away in disgust and took out a handkerchief to wipe the juice off his body.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry. This child is very hungry. You know he hasn't had enough to eat lately..." Rodman, the leader, kept apologizing.

"Alright, alright, stop talking and get the stuff in quickly, it's really..." The officer waved his hands in annoyance and asked the soldiers to let them go quickly.

The mule cart entered the airport smoothly and transported the pumpkins into the warehouse.

Uh~~~ At this time, Hepburn leaned against the wall and retched violently, constantly spitting out the melon pulp she had eaten.

"What a good boy! You scared me just now. If you act in a movie in the future, you might become a big star." Rodman inadvertently revealed the secret.

The innermost pumpkin was dug open, revealing guns and grenades inside - several people were planning to hijack a plane from the airport and escape.

As for which specific plane to get, He Chi hoped to get a flexible and fast reconnaissance plane to fly away, but there were only three of them and there were not many choices.

Just as he was hesitating, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps at the door. Several people hurriedly hid their weapons and pretended to carry pumpkins.

"Damn it! Where can I get him a planeload of vegetables!" A man who looked like an official kicked the door open angrily.

"Huh? What is this?" He saw several people fiddling with pumpkins.

"These are pumpkins, sir."

"Great, get them away and onto the biggest plane!"

(End of this chapter)