Chapter 96

"There he is, chase him!" Fisher kept bending down and walking through one Falk fighter after another. He was looking for Steve's unforgettable notebook. Although there were many Ottoman and German soldiers behind his ass, this did not prevent him from checking planes one by one, because the pursuers behind dared not shoot in these own fighters.

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"Why haven't you killed this guy yet!"

Rudendorff, who stretched out his thigh for the medical treatment, angrily fell down the telescope, "what a special thing, how did the country become like this!"

It must be the world's fault to be beaten by Britain and France in Europe and assassinated in Osman!

"Sir, the storm commandos didn't catch up with the guys who drove away, but they blocked one at the airport!"

"What, the storm commando is the elite force in China. Even the storm commando is not afraid. This is no longer an ordinary spy. It must be a professional assassin sent by Britain. We must give a heavy blow!"

A German officer stood up and complained.

"Sir, if I can be frank with you, how can we win this war with Osman * people?"

"You don't understand the high-level things. You just need to understand that we need Ottomans!" Although rudendorff also disliked the Turks, the performance of Ottoman Turkey is commendable compared with Austria Hungary.

"The top priority now is to eliminate these bold assassins!" Rudendorff looked at the airport with gunshots in the distance, and his face was dignified.

"Hey, poor!" A storm COMMANDO SOLDIER took down the bullet magazine, shouted, and then his comrades threw a round magazine to him.

But before he could change the magazine, a smoky grenade was thrown over.

"Gerhannat!"

The exploding shrapnel mixed with blood splashed everywhere, and an innocent Falk e fighter was blown to pieces.

Before the smoke dispersed, the German and Ottoman soldiers raised their guns again. When they were ready to shoot, the sudden sound of markqin machine gun pressed them back again.

Looking at the bullet riddled fighter, several Ottoman officers in the war burst into tears.

This is an expensive triplane, not a monoplane that the Germans don't want. Please don't fight!

However, fortunately, after the gunfire lasted only for a while, it stopped again, but this time the Germans learned better and did not rush forward. Instead, they hid behind sandbags and bunkers and looked warily at the hangar 100 meters away.

Marchin, who left Fisher's jam, looked around with a headache. He was tired to carry Steve out and was about to drive away. However, the other party begged him to come over and take his stolen notes and said a lot of words about saving countless human lives. This empty talk was farting for Fisher, Then Steve looked at each other affectionately. As a male and female racist, Fisher couldn't stand Steve's hot eyes and could only sigh. Then he asked the Arab guerrillas to retreat along the way they came and set foot on the opposite road without hesitation.

"Mr. Lawrence, you are a hero!" Steve, with a bruised face and blood, was full of respect.

"I don't want to be a hero at all!" Although he said so, Fisher felt a sense of pride.

However, after he got the notebook and was surrounded, that little pride dissipated in an instant, leaving only Wang Defa full of brains!

Surrounded by bullets and food, it seems that fisher can only survive by surrendering, but Fisher doesn't want to be a prisoner for the Germans at all. Except for the federal fat house, even if he was a German equipment lover in his last life, he is just a hobby!

Since you can't walk on the ground, you can only go to heaven!

Looking at the new DR1 triplane with a machine gun missing behind his ass, Fisher had a bold idea. He checked the plane and filled it with fuel. He also dismantled one of the two aviation markqin. It's better to run away with this!

In fact, as a rich second generation with a mountain in his backyard, Fisher is no stranger to all kinds of aircraft. His family's farm in Texas has a four door, 20 gun Mustang fighter, a Spitfire fighter, and even a sopus F.1 biplane. These aircraft are collected by Fisher's father and carefully maintained, Fisher can naturally drive these planes to walk around from time to time. Even before he joined the army, he got a flight license. After arriving at the world of Huangpai air combat, he learned to drive another batch of fighter planes. Although he can't reach the level of tiger, he is still qualified to be a common old bird, which is much more handsome than spending tens of thousands of dollars or hundreds of thousands of custom suits.

"Why haven't you taken that guy yet!" Rudendorff, who heard the gunshot stop, was furious and limped to the front line. When he was about to pull the commander's collar to spray water, he suddenly heard a sound of card stepping.

"Deng Deng Deng, Deng Deng, Deng Deng Deng!" Fisher, wearing goggles and leather jacket, hummed a minor to start the DR1 engine. With the smoke rising, the nearly six meter triplane flexibly turned a corner and drove out from the exit of the hangar.

"I..." looking at the red painted triplane swaggering out of the hangar, rudendorff only felt blood gushing on his head, and the other party swaggered away?

"Beat him down, beat him down!"

The German soldiers who woke up from a dream picked up their rifles and crackled at Fisher, who had run more than 200 meters, but the flying bullets were like hitting the air. Not only did not hit each other, but let each other run faster and fly into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Chase me, chase me!"

"Sir, go!" Rudendorff, who was still brainless and furious, was suddenly pushed down by the adjutant around him, and then the bullet from the sky turned the adjutant into a sieve.

Rudendorff, splashed with blood on his face, could only watch the triplane stagger away as it opened fire and strafed the ground. Then he was angry and fainted.

"Now, let me see where I should fly!" After controlling the plane to drill into the clouds, Fisher bent his head to find a map and prepared to find a route back to Cairo. Because there was no satellite guidance, the electronic map he was carrying was useless, so he could only rely on the most primitive navigation method, but what Fisher didn't find was that the map should fly south, and he controlled the plane all the way to the west, which is the direction of the Mediterranean!