Funny me?

It felt trembling on his face, but Zhou Zhihan obviously felt that Fias Chris Taylor was very light.

Then my long hair was whisked on my face and I was sipped by my soft lip cunt.

He was repeatedly breastfeeded in front of everyone, and Zhou Zhihan didn't know where to put his hands.

It's not suitable to put anywhere.

I can't hold it and throw it.

Fortunately, six night battle hurricane pilots were waiting at Dover Airport. Zhou Zhihan had just got off the plane and they followed him, as if they were afraid that the commander would be missing any of them.

Fiath Kris Taylor's legs crossed and jumped down.

Weaning!

Zhou Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

Fortunately, this is in the UK. In China in the 1940s, this series of sips of milk will definitely attract a lot of criticism.

Looking back at the A214 fire with thick smoke emitting the wings, Zhou Zhihan was still scared.

While covering the evacuation of six night battle hurricanes, fighting fiercely with two night battle messer-schmitts. After one of them was hit, the seriously injured pilot was unable to parachute and escape. He frantically flew the fighter jet that caught fire in the cabin to hit a troop transport ship that happened to pass by.

At the time of crisis, Zhou Zhihan could only dive and explode it in mid-air. Because he was too close to the pursuit, the nose of the A214 Spitfire was hit by the debris generated by the enemy plane's explosion. Then he was followed by Mesesmit and fired to hit the wing. Fortunately, an Allied battleship was nearby at that time, and the injured A214 Spitfire could only seek help to fly towards the battleship. The battleship decisively opened fire to block Mesesmit and then chased Zhou Zhihan, after getting rid of the pursuit, turned the nose and shot down the enemy plane with a quick shot, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Dover Airport received a call from the Air Force Headquarters, asking seven pilots who returned triumphantly to take a photo together in front of their fighter planes, and to receive the newspaper tomorrow morning to boost the morale of the army!

The title has been thought of: Seven Warriors shot down forty German aircraft.

After the seven people took photos, the ground crew at Dover Airport surrounded Zhou Zhihan. Isn’t this pilot who used the wings to lift a white glove that day? You can’t run away today...

"Sir! We ask for a photo with you!"

The ground crew at Dover Airport did not allow Zhou Zhihan to leave.

This is the consequence of pretending.

………

May 28.

It's just dawn.

A He111 bomber spreads leaflets over Dunkirk Allied Forces, which were drafted by German Air Marshal Gorene himself:

"Comrades, this is the case! No matter what, for you, the war is over! Your commander escaped by plane, put down your weapons!"

Then below the leaflet, a map of Dunkirk was printed with the notes: Heroic British soldiers! Look at this map, he provides you with the real situation of war! Your troops have been surrounded - stop fighting, put down your weapons, and we promise to send you home.

Almost at the same time the Germans were throwing leaflets to the Allied positions, a Blenheim bomber flew over the German positions? and dropped a large number of leaflets:

"Brave German soldiers? Although you are tenacious, your head of state's plan was thwarted? Because the fighting spirit of all the people of the just country was ignited? The invincible steel division was condensed into an invincible steel division, crushing your attack. Look? Your air force, known as the world's number one, failed in the sky above Dunkirk, and your national treasure-level ace pilot, Major Werner Moldes, was shot down? You are at the end of your strength? Your morale is sluggish, and your failure is right in front of you..."

It was 7:00 in the morning and the sun was shining.

Dunkirk is 200 km away.

A luxurious train was bathed in the morning light, and the radius of more than ten kilometers was under martial law.

Gorene.

Not long after Green got up? He was sitting on his special train to browse yesterday's battle situation? He was waiting for a meeting of the Luftwaffe General Command.

Today, the meeting will be attended by General Kesseling, Commander of the Second Air Force, General Viere, Commander of the Third Air Force, General Schdeff, Commander of the Fifth Air Force, General Mirchi, and Chief of Staff General Jessueonna.

Looking at the telegrams and flyers just sent in front of him? A few minutes ago, his face was red and full of spirits? Goring, wearing a gorgeous silk uniform, gradually became hazy, and his slender and sharp eyes were flashing with anger? His thin upper lip was tightly pursed and extinguished the expensive cigars hard? The chef who brought him breakfast was so scared that he was nervous.

It was less than eight o'clock? All the generals present arrived? After seeing the marshal, everyone thought to himself that Dunkelke's victory kept coming. Why did the marshal, who was still energetic when he called last night, suddenly change color after a few hours?

But after seeing the British flyer on Goring's table, several Air Force generals understood.

Looking at the marshal's face, the generals felt uneasy.

Goring lit his exclusive high-end cigar wrapped in gold wire, picked up the leaflet, and asked, "Where is Major Werner Moldes now?"

Chief of Staff General Jesshoona knew that he could not hide it, so he bent down: "Major Werner Moldes's No. N010 Messerschmitt was shot down, and he himself was captured by the French army. We are negotiating with France and are preparing to exchange the captured British pilot for him."

He was originally going to conceal the news that Mordes was shot down, and first exchanged the captives for Mordes. If the marshal is held accountable in the future, it can be said that it was a trick played by the British, but now with this leaflet, he dare not hide it anymore and can only admit it. The war is tight now and there are various important military affairs to be dealt with. In comparison, Werner Mordes's shot down is not too important, and it is not considered a dereliction of duty if he has not been reported.

Goring said: "I have told you a long time ago that people like him should not fight. Once shot down, it will damage the morale of the empire."

"Yes, yes!" Chief of Staff General Jesshoona whispered, "He is a meritorious pilot, and the Air Force's wing captain is very polite to him. He wants to fight, and the wing captain dares not stop him."

This is the truth. Major Werner Moredes is the existence of a king-level ace pilot in the minds of all Air Forces.

"The Head of State will know about this sooner or later." Goren held his cigar in his left hand, picked up the coffee with his right hand and took a sip of it. "When asked, how do you answer?"

No one spoke to the generals, and they all knew the seriousness of the situation.

Major Werner Moldes was the first national treasure-level ace pilot to personally award the Diamond Gold Sword Cross. Moreover, the Chief once said that Major Werner Moldes should not fly into the sky. Now he has been shot down. If the Chief knows and becomes angry, he will be vented on them, such as the frontline air force generals. I don’t know who will be unlucky at that time.

Just then, a SS walked into the train and delivered a newspaper to Gorene.

Times!

The captured Werner Molders and his crashed N010 Messerchmitt are more eye-catching than the headlines below the newspaper headlines!

Sitting Golin suddenly stood up, his face full of rage, and threw the newspaper hard on the train floor.

Several air force commanders were so scared that they dared not speak.

After more than ten seconds, Goering returned to his calm. Now is not the time to get angry, but to find a way to fight back against the British.

This newspaper and leaflets raised the morale of Britain and also hit the morale of the German Empire's Air Force. The most powerful counterattack was to find the British pilot who shot down Major Werner Moldes and shoot down.

Goreen regained his heroic spirit and signaled his generals to sit down.

The officers served coffee and snacks to several generals.

Goring picked up the coffee and took a sip, his eyes deliberately or unintentionally glanced at the newspaper that was thrown into the corner.

The understanding adjutant quickly picked up the newspaper, dusted it clean, and put it back in front of Gorein.

Goring held the golden cigar in his mouth, picked up the Times on the table, and looked carefully for a few minutes: "The pilot who shot down the A214 fire-breathing pilot of Messerschmitt No. N010 is not like an Englishman, but his face should be an Oriental."

"He comes from China!" Chief of Staff General Jesshoona quickly stood up and bent lower. "The eastern hole in the headlines is the chief instructor from the Chinese Air Force, which is that he shot down Major Werner Moldes."

"China?"

Goring was stunned, then showed a disbelief expression, "Are you talking about the Chinese pilot who was beaten by our allies, the Japanese Air Force, who was abandoned by the armor?"

"Yes, Marshal!" said General Jesshoona, Chief of Staff.

"Are you mistaken?" Green looked at the Chief of Staff who he had long wanted to replace with with a suspicious look. "If you say he is a Japanese pilot, I can still believe it, a Chinese pilot..."

General Jeshuona smiled flatteringly: "Dear Marshal! This pilot is indeed from China."

"oh!?"

Goring stood up, looked at the morning view outside the train window, and looked at his chief of staff again: "A country that even relies on imports for rifles and bayonets, and a country that doesn't even know how to build aircraft can actually cultivate such excellent pilots and shoot down the Imperial ace Moldes with steel-like will. It's incredible."

General Jeshuona was good at observing the beauty and quickly said, "I have sent someone to thoroughly investigate the full information of this pilot from China, and then sent the ace pilot from the empire to shoot him down. Then we also put photos of him being shot down on the headlines to boost our army's morale and fight against Britain's determination."

Goring nodded: "Who are you going to send to shoot down this Chinese pilot?"

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Thank you for your breasts
Chapter completed!