Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 22: A Charge Whistle

Chapter 22 A Charge Whistle
In the dark and cold tunnel, Schneider followed closely behind Brinkman, his face ashen and his hands tightly clasped across his chest.

It was much colder inside the tunnel than outside, and it gave him a stomachache.

In fact, he started to feel pain not long after he entered the tunnel, but there were nearly a hundred people following him, so he couldn't retreat at all.

Enduring the pain, he nudged Brinkman's heel with his shoulder. "Okay, stop staring. Did you see anything?"

"I see!"

The girl pulled the arm of the Farlan soldier in front of her and held it against her head as a shield. Her two big blue eyes clearly reflected the scene of McIver and others escorting a Farlan officer out of the command post.

Ryan looked at her and nodded before walking out.

Outside the command post, a female voice was heard.

"Lieutenant Barnard, I just received a telegram from the Lawrence."

"Colonel France de Fere has agreed to the transfer of the prisoners. They will arrive at the camp in fifteen minutes."

This remark immediately aroused Brinkman's vigilance.

She frowned and subconsciously contracted the muscles in her legs, almost getting her head blown by Schneider in the tunnel.

"What are you doing!"

Schneider fell on the adjutant behind him, covering his military cap with his hands, almost cursing.

Brinkman asked, "They surrendered?"

"Huh? That idiot? Are you kidding me, Scheie?"

Schneider didn't dare to say the word "surrender", but his face showed an expression of disbelief that Ryan would surrender.

He endured the pain, raised his hand and pushed Brinkman out of the tunnel, then crawled out himself and hid by the window to eavesdrop.

Then, another voice came from outside.

"So, Lieutenant Flig, can we sign the surrender document now?"

outside the window.

The Farlan lieutenant captured by Ryan and his men said to the observer lieutenant wearing Ryan's uniform.

Now I heard it clearly.

Schneider's face immediately darkened, and he stepped on the head of his subordinate who was also trying to crawl out.

But the next moment, he discovered the problem.

"No problem." The observer lieutenant nodded.

Schneider was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Brinkman, only to find that Brinkman seemed relieved for some reason.

But he still asked, "Whose voice is it? Flig? Is that the one?"

"No," Brinkman shook his head. "It was the observer who sent me to your reconnaissance plane."

"Is he crazy?" Schneider looked as if he had seen a ghost. He immediately guessed what Ryan had done - he must have dragged him out of the cabin. "Bullying a third-generation rich man who you can tell at a glance is at least a count?"

"It's better than being dead."

Brinkman choked him in anger, then waved to the people in the tunnel: "Let the machine gunners go up first, take the stairs next to them to the second floor, and the riflemen go to the third floor!"

About thirty soldiers used their hands and feet to get out, and one after another, they stuck to the wall, avoiding the sight of people outside, and climbed up the stairs.

They all wrapped their weapons and ammunition in their military uniforms, for fear of making any noise.

At this time, outside the command post.

Ryan and the observer lieutenant stood together. In front of them, two civilian men in suits - not soldiers - moved a table here.

The three surrender agreements were typed out by the clerk and stamped with the emblem of the Farland Republic.

Ryan took a quick glance and saw a big rooster with a phoenix tail.

It turned out to be a French guy.

he thought.

At one side, Lieutenant Barnard, the man he had captured, brought over some chairs and handed his pen to the observer lieutenant: "Please."

His meaning was very clear, but how could the observer dare to move?
Ryan didn't tell him what to do now!
Just as he was about to turn his head to look at Ryan, Ryan finally spoke.

"Wait a moment."

He reached out and pushed Bernard's hand back, then turned around again, glancing at the windows on the third floor of the command post, then glanced at the sky around him: "The airship hasn't arrived yet."

"What are you doing?" Bernard's eyebrows twitched.

Ryan said, "Lieutenant Flig and I won't sign until we see our men on the airship."

"But..." A Farlan officer in a second lieutenant's uniform spoke immediately, but was stopped by Bernard before he could finish his words.

"No problem," said Bernard. "I've made a promise to them, and I believe in the promises of the imperial soldiers and nobles, don't I?"

This last question was directed at Ryan.

Ryan was very skilled in business flattery: "You are very wise, Lieutenant. I swear to you on my honor." Seeing this, the lieutenant finally stopped talking.

A group of fully armed Farlans, along with Ryan and the nine people behind him, stood quietly in the center of the ruins, waiting for the appearance of four airships dozens of kilometers away.

This made the Farlan soldiers very puzzled.

From a distance, they looked at their lieutenant who was standing face to face with Ryan at the table, the rifle in his hand making a clicking sound from time to time.

Some second lieutenants and non-commissioned officers were also losing their patience.

But they all endured it.

After all, they were two officers, and one of them was a noble!

Being able to capture a noble officer on the first day of the war, they could imagine with their eyes closed how glorious it would be when they returned to the rear for rotation.

At this time, inside the command post.

Under the command of Brinkmann and Schneider, ten machine gun teams consisting of a total of forty people were ready for battle in front of all the windows on the second and third floors of the command post, the broken walls, and the small ladders leading to the roof.

On the first floor, a sergeant had already stuffed a crowbar into the locked back door. As long as the attack order was given, they could immediately rush out of the back door of the command post and surround the Farlans who had let down their guard.

soon.

Probably less than ten minutes later.

Accompanied by low roars and the sound of air being torn.

Four airships, reflecting snow-white light all over and made of ultra-thin stamped aluminum alloy corrugated plates riveted together, appeared right above the camp.

(Republic-class airship prototype—just take it seriously)

"Ok?"

Ryan raised his head and looked at the airships, which were definitely no longer than a hundred meters and as long as a large old-fashioned tin lunch box. He fell into deep thought.

Does an airship look like this?

Shouldn't it be a white thing that looks like a stretched rugby ball?
While he was thinking, an airship with an oversized Farlan Navy flag painted on both sides of the hull unfolded several huge pieces of skin on both sides of the airship.

"Can it still be like this?"

Ryan continued to look at the airship and found that they were all of the same model.

Sure enough, the rest of the airships made the same move, rapidly dropping in altitude and even crushing a cloud.

"The Republic-class airship is a model we only started mass-producing last year."

Barnard's voice rang out, and Ryan could hear a strong sense of pride in it: "Compared to previous models, these are finally safer from rifle and pistol fire. You will be the first Imperial serviceman to have the honor of sailing on them."

Ryan immediately shifted his gaze from the airship to Barnard: "Oh? That's really good."

He adjusted his collar and smoothed out his messy hair, then pulled out a whistle from his pocket. "This is our new whistle. Only commanders and officers have it."

Pretending to play with it, Ryan looked at the huge shadow that had appeared on the ground and said, "This is a good thing. The sound can be transmitted up to four or five hundred meters away."

"We haven't deployed this thing yet." Bernard looked at Ryan with interest: "Is it useful?"

“It’s very useful.”

Ryan smiled at him and put the whistle to his lips.

"With just this gentle blow, I can command an entire company of soldiers. Even if there's a lot of noise around them, they can still hear clearly."

"That's a really good thing." Bernard's eyes showed envy.

As the commander, he naturally knew that such things would be implemented in the army immediately.

Seeing that Bernard looked interested, Ryan suddenly got excited and asked, "Want to hear it?"

"Try it?" Bernard didn't hesitate.

"Then you better be prepared," Ryan said with a smile, "it's a bit loud."

"It's okay." Bernard said.

Ryan: "Okay."

He bit the whistle and took a deep breath.