"No, no!"

Churchill stood up a few seconds later and said, although he knew that Zhou Zhihan's suggestion could definitely anger Hitler and retaliate against London, England, if he ordered British bombers to do this, he would likely be cursed by later generations. More importantly, this kind of mastermind will not only not arouse sympathy from the international community, but may also attract accusations.

Just a few days ago, the British Air Force had been spreading leaflets over Germany, and the leaflet warned: "This war launched by Hitler will continue, it will live as long as Hitler. If the German people do not want world peace, the war will continue forever!"

Spreading leaflets over Berlin and dropping bombs are completely different.

Zhou Zhihan didn't say anything. Churchill is afraid of being condemned and being criticized. Am I not afraid? Although there are two German pilots who dropped bombs over London on the trajectory of the historical process, who would make sure that the conversation between the five people will not be leaked today?

At that time, people blame me for the Luftwaffe's crime of dropping bombs over London, and who should I ask for?

According to reports after World War II, the bombs dropped by the Luftwaffe that night caused many casualties. This crime can completely make people go to hell.

Although it was not for me, Zhou Zhihan, the process of World War II would not change, and the Germans would still drop bombs over London.

"Col. Zhou, tell me about your next plan!" Churchill directly rejected Zhou Zhihan's plan, although he thought it was very good.

The experienced Air Force Minister suddenly said: "Col. Zhou, are you worried that using tricks to let the Germans drop bombs over London will be condemned by future generations?"

Churchill was so smart that he immediately understood the meaning of the Air Force Minister. He glanced at the four people: "No one is allowed to say a word about the conversation between the five of us today. After leaving this door, everyone must bring them to the coffin. We must make a vow in the name of God, and if anyone reveals today's conversation, they will always sink into hell and the devil."

Hearing the Prime Minister swearing like this, the Air Force Minister, General Xu, Major General Park Pike, and Zhou Zhihan also swore one by one that after leaving the door, all the conversations between the five people in this room would be brought into the coffin.

For victory and for the country, these five people talked secretly here, and the decisions they made were understandable.

Churchill, Archibald Sinclair, Hugh Dowding, Pike and others are all for Britain.

Zhou Zhihan is for China!

After everyone made an oath.

Zhou Zhihan said: "I have a plan that may force the Germans to throw bombs into London without knowing it."

Churchill and four others looked at Zhou Zhihan at the same time, as if they were looking at the savior. The Air Force Colonel in front of them had never disappointed them.

Zhou Zhihan frowned, lowered his head and fell into deep thought. After nearly a minute, he looked up and said, "This plan takes time to plan carefully. Now I can't do it in such a short time, I need time."

Admiral Hugh Dowding said: "From now on, Colonel Zhou no longer has to guide the students in person to fly. Notify us at any time when the plan is mature and then implement it immediately."

After saying that, General Dowding looked at Zhou Zhihan and breathed a long sigh: "We can't hold on any longer."

"Col. Zhou!" said the Air Force Minister, looking at Churchill, and then continued, "The last time the 24 fighter jets that helped China were on their way to China. After the crisis was resolved, I will apply to the Prime Minister and provide 24 state-of-the-art Spitfire and Hurricane fighters to China for free."

Zhou Zhihan was excited, but his face was still frowning, which made the four of them feel that the plan he was conceiving was very difficult.

Churchill continued: "If the British crisis can be resolved, the British Empire will definitely provide all the support we can provide. Of course... IMHO, Mr. Colonel, these support for China can only be based on the fact that the British Empire can win this war, otherwise it will be empty talk."

"Col. Zhou!" said the Air Force Minister apologized, "The promise of the 24 brand new fighter jets I promised to support China last time was not fully fulfilled, because only half of them were brand new. I hope you can understand. You also know that the Battle of Dunkirk has just ended, and the domestic shortage of fighter jets is in short supply. I have done my best to assist the 24 Chinese fighter jets."

Zhou Zhihan knew that the Air Force Minister did his best to aid Chinese fighter jets: "On behalf of the Chinese people, I thank the British Empire for being able to lend a helping hand in China's most dangerous moments, so I will definitely put all my efforts into defending Britain."

Churchill and the others are relieved to hear this. Zhou Zhihan is a sensible person. If he can help the British Empire win this war, the empire's support for allies will never be vague.

Zhou Zhihan frowned and continued to keep insincere: "But I have a request!"

Churchill said, "Please speak!"

Zhou Zhihan said: "When this plan is mature and needs to be implemented, all air force and ground artillery fire must follow my orders."

Churchill sat up from the backrest of the chair, looked forward, and looked at Zhou Zhihan: "When implementing the plan, the three navy, army, air and other armies will be under your command!"

Before dusk, Zhou Zhihan returned to the Allied Legion located at the Brighton Military Base.

Brighton is a small airport and has been bombed by the German Air Force more than a dozen times. Fortunately, the place where Zhou Zhihan and his friends live is quite far from the airport and has not been bombed. At present, the main target of the Luftwaffe's Air Force is military bases and airports, radars, military equipment, and factories in various Britain. They will not and have no time to bomb houses.

Zhou Zhihan first went to the hidden temporary hospital to find Karen. He hadn't seen Karen for almost a week. These days, from the early morning to the late night, sometimes when Karen called Karen was not there, and sometimes when Karen called him he was not there.

well!

It's really not possible without a cell phone.

Fias Kris Taylor, who was visiting the wounded, threw the window and saw Zhou Zhihan coming over. Her clothes were wrinkled and looked exhausted. She couldn't help feeling distressed. She walked out of the ward and smiled and greeted her, then whispered her plump and sexy lips and wrinkled her nose: "How long has it been since you have taken a good bath and changed your clothes? Your body is so smelly!"

Although this man already has something to do with him, if you like someone, you can forget it immediately. What's more, this man is wandering in front of him every day.

Zhou Zhihan shook his head, then sniffed himself: "Men are all smelly. Can you call men if they are not smelly? Oh, by the way, have you seen Karen?"

"Tsk! I really don't know what Karen likes you." Fiath Kris Taylor covered his nose with disgust, "Stinky man! Karen went home the day before yesterday, and she was worried that her family would go back to see her. Maybe she would come back tonight."

"It seems that it's time for me to come back." Zhou Zhihan said as he walked to the ward to visit the injured pilot.

Fiath Kris Taylor rolled his eyes and murmured to himself: "It's time to come back...cut... the smelly man is not exhausted yet..."

"Oh, by the way!" Fias Christella caught up with him a few steps, side by side with him, in a slightly sarcastic tone, "The great reporter Julia Christella, you made famous, is also here and is interviewing the wounded next door. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

Before Zhou Zhihan could enter the ward, he heard the painful moans of the wounded from the room.

When he walked into the ward, Zhou Zhihan felt nervous. The ward was full of burn wounded people, most of them were rookies pilots. They were all very young, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, and many of them joined the Air Force with their passion for defending their country. They just learned to fly the plane and flew into the sky. They had no experience. After being hit, the fighter was panicked and did not know how to save themselves. They did not know what circumstances should they abandon the plane and jumped off immediately. Until their teammates saw it, they loudly reminded that they had been burned after jumping.

Looking at these young British pilots, Zhou Zhihan seemed to see the young Chinese pilots' tender faces during the Battle of Shanghai again.

Many times, he wanted to forget the familiar faces who died in battle for Chinese freedom, but those faces would always appear suddenly inadvertently, causing his heart to hurt and his eyes could not help but moist...

When she arrived at the next ward, Julia Kristeva had just finished interviewing the wounded. When she saw Zhou Zhihan coming in, she was secretly happy, and there was a trace of unknown tenderness in her eyes flashing through.

After patrolling the ward, Zhou Zhihan went back to take a shower. These days, he took the new pilots to fly day and night, and his clothes were not changed for several days, so he couldn't be wrinkled.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Zhou Zhihan called Karen's house again, but due to the bombing in Germany, the communication system was greatly damaged and the phone could not be reached, which made him very anxious.

Before dinner, Julia Kristeva had written the manuscript for tomorrow morning and handed it to her assistant Mary to return it to the morning newspaper. Tomorrow Morning Post, she said she would go back later and interview the Allied No. 1 ace again.

After a simple interview with Zhou Zhihan, Kristva invited him and Fias Christeller to have a drink together.

Fiath Kris Taylor said she had something important to do and went to the airport restaurant for dinner.

These days, I was too tired. Sitting in the dark bar room, facing the understanding Kristva, Zhou Zhihan unknowingly drank a little too much, so he thought of Ren Yunge, Yan Haiwen, Shen Chonghai and others who died in battle for the country. He was sad and drunk deeper, and even more melancholy.

When he left the bar, Zhou Zhihan was unsteady and was drunk. He was put on the car by the driver and Kristva and sent home.

I don’t know how long I slept, maybe it wasn’t long, maybe it was almost late at night, Zhou Zhihan, who was sleeping sounded, seemed to vaguely hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

It was Karen who was back.

Zhou Zhihan had heavy eyelids and wanted to get up, but his hands and feet were out of control and fell asleep again in a daze.

After a while, Zhou Zhihan felt someone sitting beside the bed, and then went to bed gently. The familiar smell of soap came from beside him, and then a soft body hugged him in the dark.

"Caren..."

Zhou Zhihan turned around and hugged, whispering gentlely.
Chapter completed!