Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 17: All around men, Lieutenant
"That's right, we'll follow you!"

Another sergeant also shouted.

McIver looked at the people who were talking one by one, but did not stop them.

Ryan immediately raised his hand, signaling them not to speak for the time being.

"Okay," he said, "the plan I have is simple."

"The purpose of the following operation is to completely attract the attention of the airship fleet sent by the Farlan Army and create favorable conditions for the friendly forces rushing to rescue us."

"The combat content is very simple."

"We need to infiltrate the 502nd Battalion camp again and launch an attack on the Farlane troops we just encountered."

"The battle will last at least thirty minutes. After thirty minutes, we must surrender to them."

"what?"

The second lieutenant observer standing nearby immediately shouted, drawing his service pistol: "No, this is absolutely not allowed!"

But McIver is faster than him.

He raised his hand and smashed the rifle into the observer lieutenant's hand, knocking his pistol aside.

Wolfe immediately raised the rifle in his arms and aimed at the second lieutenant.

The observer looked at Ryan fiercely: "You are committing treason! Lieutenant Flig!"

Ryan didn't look at him. The sergeant beside him raised his hand tentatively and asked, "If we surrender, we won't be able to attract the airship, right?"

"No," Ryan shook his head, denying his opinion. "The airship troops attacked after we made the honor communication, which means their mission is to find our location."

"After we surrender, the Farlan officers will definitely use the Honor Communication to send a message to the airship troops, asking them to come and escort the prisoners immediately!"

"Why are you so sure?" McIver was confused.

Ryan pointed at the observer lieutenant who was still being held at gunpoint by Wolfe: "Because this idiot flew his plane around the brigade camp several times before."

"As long as the Farlans are not crazy, they will definitely link the previous honor communication with the appearance of the plane."

"If that's the case, they'll definitely treat us as their most valuable treasures and risk their lives to send an airship fleet to take us away."

At once, everyone understood what Ryan meant.

McIver even said, "In other words, we have to be the bait to lure out the Farlan airship, right?"

"That's right." Ryan nodded with satisfaction.

"Can……"

Wolfe turned his gaze, glanced at Ryan, then glanced at the others present, including himself: "None of us can be used as bait."

"The one who sent the honorary communication was Lieutenant Brinkmann. She is the eldest daughter of a noble family, canonized by the previous emperor. We are just poor people, and at best, we are civilians..."

His words were immediately agreed by everyone.

Then Ryan turned and looked at the lieutenant he had pulled off the plane.

Hot knowledge.

Almost all the pilots in World War I were of aristocratic origin.

Because the military pilot training at that time was not yet systematic, most people who could fly planes had already learned to fly before joining the army, and some even brought their own planes with them when they joined the army.

The observer lieutenant shuddered immediately: "Why are you looking at me?"

"I didn't see anything."

Ryan's mouth curled up, and he unbuckled his belt at the speed of light. "What are you going to do!"

The observer lieutenant's face immediately turned pale.

He saw that Ryan had quickly taken off his uniform trousers and boots, exposing his hairy thighs to the sun.

McIver immediately understood what Ryan meant. He waved his hand and several non-commissioned officers and soldiers around him rushed out and surrounded the observer lieutenant who was wearing a flight jacket and looked like the son of a noble family.

They said in unison.

"Tell me, do you want to do it yourself, or do you want us to help you?"

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the other side.

Later.

The speed of the plane is really fast.

Before Brinkman could recover from being stuffed into the cabin by Ryan, the pilot in the front seat had already spotted a row of trucks moving on Highway 21.

He skillfully made a low-altitude horizontal pass in front of the convoy, indicating that he was about to land.

The convoy commander immediately ordered the convoy to stop moving and cleared a road wide enough for him to land and take off.

The single-wing reconnaissance plane soon stopped on the road, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

"Lieutenant, we're here." The pilot retracted the throttle and shouted to Brinkman.

"I know."

Brinkman turned his head to look at the soldiers and officers who had already gotten off the lead car, then struggled to get himself out of the cabin.

Several soldiers nearby immediately rushed over and caught her.

A man also wearing a second lieutenant's uniform trotted up to her and said, "Second Lieutenant Brinkman, why are you here?"

"Lieutenant Schneider." Brinkman saluted first. "I didn't expect it was really your unit. Who ordered you to attack?"

Schneider quickly returned the greeting and said, "Brigadier General Bryan, he said your battalion camp sent out an honorary communication and then sent us off to bring you back. What happened to Lieutenant Flig? Is he dead?"

Brinkman: "He's in the village ahead. He should be heading back towards the camp now."

"Return? Not leave?" Schneider's expression changed immediately. "Why would he go back?"

"The Farlans sent an airship fleet. He believed that if he insisted on joining you, he would be discovered and intercepted by the Farlans' airship fleet. So he returned to the camp."

Brinkman said, tiptoeing past Schneider, who was a head taller than him, and glanced at the convoy behind him: "How many people are there? Where are the weapons?"

Schneider wanted to ask more questions, but immediately replied, "Two hundred and twenty men, one hundred and sixty rifles, and sixteen machine guns."

"That much?" Brinkman was startled. "That should be enough!"

Schneider was confused by her words: "Enough for what?"

"That's enough to fight the airship!"

Brinkman immediately turned around and gestured to the pilot, signaling that it was time to return to headquarters. Then, pointing west along Highway 21, he continued, "Lieutenant Schneider, have your men advance another 502 kilometers. We will then dismount and march on foot toward the nd Battalion camp."

"Clam?"

Schneider felt like he had misheard. He grabbed Brinkman's shoulders and said, "Are you crazy? Going back? And what about that airship fight you just mentioned? Explain it to me!"

(End of this chapter)