Milk me?
There was a trembling feeling on his face, but Zhou Zhihan clearly felt that Fias Christelle was very light.
Then her long hair brushed her face, and she received another mouthful of soft lips.
Being milked repeatedly in front of everyone, Zhou Zhihan didn't know where to put his hands.
It's not suitable anywhere.
It's not like I can throw him in the arms.
Fortunately, the six Night Fighting Hurricane pilots had been waiting at Dover Airport. They followed Zhou Zhihan as soon as he got off the plane, as if they were afraid that the commander was missing something.
Fias Christelle uncrossed her legs and jumped down.
Weaning!
Zhou Zhihan secretly breathed a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this is the UK and China in the 1940s. These few mouthfuls of milk will definitely attract a lot of criticism.
Looking back at the A214 Spitfire with thick smoke billowing from its wings, Zhou Zhihan felt a lingering fear.
While covering the evacuation of six night-fighting Hurricanes, they fought fiercely with two night-fighting Messerschmitts. After one of the Messerschmitts was hit, the seriously injured pilot was unable to parachute out and frantically flew the fighter plane with the cabin on fire to crash. A troopship that happened to be passing by.
At the critical moment, Zhou Zhihan could only dive and blow it up in mid-air. Because he was too close in pursuit, the nose of the A214 Spitfire was hit by the debris generated by the explosion of the enemy plane, and was followed by another one. The Messerschmitt opened fire and hit the wing. Fortunately, an Allied battleship was nearby at the time. The injured A214 Spitfire could only seek help and flew towards the battleship. The battleship opened fire decisively to block the Messerschmitt who was pursuing it. Specially, after Zhou Zhihan got rid of the pursuit, he turned the nose of the plane and shot down the enemy plane with a rapid fire, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
Dover Airport received a call from the Air Force Headquarters, asking the seven pilots who returned in triumph to take a group photo together in front of their fighter planes. They will be published in the newspaper tomorrow morning to boost military morale!
I've already thought of the title: Seven Warriors Shoot Down Forty German Aircraft.
After the seven people took photos, the ground staff at Dover Airport gathered around Zhou Zhihan. Isn't this the pilot who picked up a white glove with the wing that day? You can't run away today...
"Sir! We ask to take a photo with you!"
Ground staff at Dover Airport refused to let Zhou Zhihan leave.
This is the consequence of showing off.
………
May 28th.
It's just dawn.
A He111 bomber dropped leaflets along the skies over the Allied forces at Dunkirk. This leaflet was personally drafted by German Air Marshal Göring:
"Comrades, this is the situation! No matter what, for you, the war is over! Your commander escaped by plane, put down your weapons!"
Then at the bottom of the leaflet, there is a map of Dunkirk printed with the text: Brave British soldiers! Look at this map, he provides you with the real battle situation! Your troops have all been surrounded - stop fighting, lay down your weapons, and we promise to send you home.
Almost at the same time that the Germans dropped leaflets on 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 the people of all righteous countries was ignited? Condensed into an invincible steel division and crushed your attack. Look? You The air force known as the number one in the world collapsed over Dunkirk, and your national treasure-level ace pilot Major Werner Molders was shot down? Are you at the end of your game? Your morale is low, and your failure is right in front of you. …”
It’s ten minutes past seven in the morning and the sun is shining brightly.
Dunkirk is 200 kilometers away.
A luxurious train was bathed in the morning light, and a radius of more than ten kilometers was under martial law.
Goering.
At this time, Greene had woken up not long ago and was sitting on his special train browsing yesterday's battle situation, waiting for a meeting of the German Air Force Headquarters.
Those who will come to attend the meeting today include General Kesselring, commander of the Second Air Force, General Sbier, commander of the Third Air Force, General Schdenf, commander of the Fifth Air Force, as well as General Milchi, the Inspector General, and Yeshuang, the Chief of Staff. General Na.
Looking at the several telegrams and leaflets that had just been delivered in front of him? His face was glowing and high-spirited just a few minutes ago? Göring, who was wearing a gorgeous silk uniform, gradually turned gloomy, and his slender and stern eyes flashed with anger. ? He pursed his thin upper lip tightly and put out his expensive cigar fiercely, making the chef who brought him breakfast uneasy.
It was less than eight o'clock? All the generals present at the meeting had arrived. After seeing the marshal, everyone thought to themselves that the Dunkirk news kept coming. Why did the marshal, who was so high-spirited when he made the phone call last night, suddenly suddenly a few hours later? Discolored?
But after peeking at the British leaflets on Göring's desk, several air force generals understood.
Looking at the marshal's face, several generals felt uneasy.
Göring lit his exclusive gold-wrapped luxury cigar, picked up the leaflet, and asked: "Where is Major Werner Molders now?"
Chief of Staff General Yeshuona knew that he could not hide it and hurriedly bent down: "Major Werner Moldes' N010 Messerschmitt was shot down and he himself was captured by the French army. We are negotiating with the French side. , preparing to exchange captured British pilots for him."
He originally planned to conceal the news that Moldes was shot down and exchange prisoners for Moldes first. If the marshal was held accountable in the future, it could be said that it was a trick played by the British. But now that he had this leaflet, he did not dare to do it again. Conceal it, you can only admit it. The war is tight now, and there are various important military matters that need to be dealt with. In comparison, the shooting down of Werner Mordes is not too important, and not reporting it is not considered a dereliction of duty.
Goering said: "I have told you a long time ago that people like him should not go into battle. Once he is shot down, it will damage the morale of the empire."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Chief of Staff General Yeshuona said in a low voice, "He is a meritorious pilot, and the air force wing commander is also very polite to him. If he wants to go to war, the wing captain dare not stop him."
This is the truth. Major Werner Moulders is a king-level ace pilot in the minds of all air forces.
"Sooner or later, the head of state will know about this." Göring held his special cigar in his chubby left hand, and took a sip of coffee in his right hand. "When the time comes, how will you answer?"
None of the generals spoke, and they all knew the seriousness of the situation.
Major Werner Molders is the first national treasure-level ace pilot personally awarded the Cross of Diamonds, Gold and Swords by the Führer, and the Führer once said that Major Werner Molders should not be allowed to fly into the sky. Now he has been Shooting down, if the head of state gets angry after knowing about it, he will definitely be angry with them, the frontline air force generals, and who knows who will be unlucky then.
At this moment, an SS man walked into the train and delivered a newspaper to Göring.
The Times!
The captured Werner Molders and his crashed Messerschmitt N010 were below the newspaper headlines, even more eye-catching than the headlines!
Goering stood up suddenly, his face full of rage, and slammed the newspaper on the floor of the train.
Several air force commanders were too frightened to speak.
After more than ten seconds, Goering regained his composure. Now was not the time to get angry, but to find a way to fight back against the British.
This newspaper and leaflet greatly boosted the morale of the British, and also greatly damaged the morale of the German Imperial Air Force. The most powerful response was to find and shoot down the British pilot who shot down Major Werner Moulders.
Goering regained his heroic spirit and motioned to his generals to sit down.
The sergeant served coffee and snacks to several generals.
Goering took a sip of his coffee and glanced at the newspaper that was thrown in the corner intentionally or unintentionally.
The understanding adjutant quickly picked up the newspaper, dusted it clean, and placed it again in front of Göring.
Göring put the golden cigar in his mouth, picked up the "The Times" on the table, and read it carefully for a few minutes: "The pilot of the A214 Spitfire that shot down the N010 Messerschmitt did not look like An Englishman, his face should be that of an Oriental."
"He is from China!" Chief of Staff General Yeshuana quickly stood up and bent even lower. "The oriental face in the headlines is the chief instructor from the Chinese Air Force. It was he who shot down Werner Molde. Major Si."
"China?"
Goering was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of disbelief, "Are you talking about the Chinese pilots who were beaten by our ally, the Japanese Air Force?"
"Yes, Marshal!" said Chief of Staff General Yeshuona.
"Did you make a mistake?" Green looked at the chief of staff he had long wanted to replace with suspicious eyes. "If you say he is a Japanese pilot, how much can I believe it? A Chinese pilot..."
General Yeshuana smiled flatteringly: "Dear Marshal! This pilot is indeed from China."
"oh!?"
Goering stood up, looked at the morning view outside the train window, and glanced at his chief of staff: "A country that even relies on importing rifle bayonets, a country that doesn't even know how to make airplanes, can actually cultivate such a country. An excellent pilot, and he also shot down the iron-willed Imperial ace Mordus. It’s incredible.”
General Yeshuana was good at observing colors and said quickly: "I have sent people to thoroughly investigate all the information about this pilot from China, and then sent the empire's ace pilot to shoot him down, and then we also took photos of him being shot down. Put it on the headlines to boost the morale of our troops and undermine British resolve."
Goering nodded: "Who are you going to send to shoot down this Chinese pilot?"
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