Chapter 222 The Plane Has a Bomb

Spanish Civil War, who is right? It's not clear at all. The left-wing government only occupied a nominal orthodoxy, and Franco belonged to the rebels. In fact, the bad things done by both sides are almost the same!

In the left-wing government, anarchists make up a large part, they demand more power, prison riots, street turmoil, land is divided up by farmers in the way of looting, and the government has issued a special announcement to recognize it!

Moreover, they also have a conflict of beliefs. In just four months after the left-wing government came to power, 161 churches were burned down.

In Zaragoza, the conflict was even more severe. All the Catholics in the urban area of ​​Zaragoza were killed!

That's right, kill them all! It was a chaotic day, and every time I think of it, the fighter of the Falang Party is extremely angry.

The law as a social convention disappeared, and the despicable cruelty of human nature that was hidden and suppressed in the heart emerged. As long as it is someone who does not like it, it can be killed as an enemy! And it's still fair!

Capa stood on the ruins of the church and listened to the soldier's words, and a thought became more firm in his heart. The words of Cyric that day echoed in his ears all the time.

In war, no one is right or wrong.

Whoever wins can smear the other party wantonly. The meaning of justice must win is that whoever wins is justice!

Zaragoza has fallen into its own control!

When he got this news, General Mora was extremely excited. As long as he got Zaragoza, it meant that the entire eastern part of Spain would fall under his control!

"General, the plane has been prepared for you. You can fly to Zaragoza now. I heard that General Cyric has also passed." Beside Mora, his confidant Kubala said to him.

Fly to Zaragoza! There is the eastern center of Spain. As long as it is there, if it is activated, the Falangists will rise up. It will not be long before the entire eastern part of the country will become their own territory!

After much deliberation, Mora finally agreed to Kubala's suggestion and went to Zaragoza.

Leaving for the airport, where a German-aided JU-52 transport plane was ready for take-off, Mora's car came to the side of the transport plane, and Mora, who had a serious expression, got out of the car and was surrounded by several people. Under the protection of the escort, walk towards the plane.

Without Germany, it would be impossible for us to win this battle, and from the current situation, the Vulture Legion has helped us the most!

Although Franco is very annoyed now, when the entire east is taken down, and only a lonely city in Madrid is left, Franco should know that there is nothing wrong with his own doing this.

It's all for Spain, end this damn infighting as soon as possible!

While thinking about it, Mora walked towards the plane. At this time, all three engines have been started. As long as Mora gets on the plane, it can take off immediately!

Holding the briefcase, Kubala followed behind Mora, and just as Mora's feet were about to step on the plane, Kubala's face suddenly became extremely regretful: "Damn it, I forgot an important document. The list of appointments to the East was signed by General Franco. No, I have to go back and get it."

Kubala's face was extremely ugly.

"Okay, go back." Mora said, "I can't wait to go to Zaragoza."

Mora turned his head and got on the plane. Several people who traveled with him boarded the plane with him.

The doors closed, and the three-engine transport began its roll down the runway.

Looking at the plane getting faster and faster on the runway, a sarcastic smile flashed on Kubala's face: "Go ahead. General Mora, don't blame me, just blame you for being unfaithful to General Franco."

"Weng, buzzing." At this moment, on the opposite side of the runway, on the lawn in the distance, a motorcycle suddenly came at high speed!

It flew high up from a small dirt slope, then fell, and continued on steadily, it was fast! The rider on the motorcycle, bent over, twisted the throttle to the bottom.

On the sidecar of the motorcycle, a flag of the Condor Legion fluttered in the wind.

The sudden rush of this motorcycle has made the guards at the airport very nervous. If someone else had rushed over, they would have fired a long time ago, but now, it is the Condor Legion!

Moreover, when the other party came over, they also showed their documents, but they passed by quickly, which left them no choice but to follow behind.

On the motorcycle, the rider twisted the throttle, the engine made a loud noise, and then it rushed to the end of the track!

The rider flicked his tail dashingly, the tires on the sidecar on one side were raised high, and stopped sideways to the center of the track.

The three people on the motorcycle, the one on the sidecar, stood tall on the sidecar, looking at the Aunt Junker who was preparing to take off, waving his arms.

All airplanes in this era are propellers. Since the propellers are in the front, in order to avoid the propellers hitting the ground, the airplanes fly with their heads tilted up. The main landing gear in the front is high, the small landing gear in the back is low, and the rear three-point type.

On the Junkers transport plane, the pilot had just seen the waving arm far away from the runway. He immediately realized that something was wrong. There was something on the runway, and he must not take off!

Turn off the engine and hit the brakes!

Both feet stepped on the rudders on both sides together, and the wheels below almost burst out. The people on the plane were shouting, rushing forward, hitting the side walls of the cabin in front, and hitting someone else's. body.

"What's the matter?" Maura, of course, was no exception. He sat up from the floor of the cabin and shouted to the front.

"There is someone on the runway, stop us from taking off!" the pilot in the front cabin shouted loudly, at this time, he was also very depressed.

Someone on the runway? Immediately, Mora frowned.

"Hey, what are you doing?" From a distance, Kubala ran over and shouted at the person on the motorcycle. His hand was already on the butt of the pistol, ready to be pulled out at any time.

What about the Condor Legion? If the other party is here for that matter, he must be silenced!

The other soldiers guarding the airport also ran over out of breath, and they surrounded the motorcycle, along with three people.

"General Mora, come down quickly, there is a bomb on the plane!" The German standing on the motorcycle bucket shouted loudly towards the Junkers in fluent Spanish.

In an instant, Kubala's face turned pale: "These people are from the International Column, and were sent by the Republican Army to murder General Mora. Don't let them get close to the plane! General Mora, don't come down!"