Mediterranean hegemon

There was a grand ribbon-cutting ceremony and a beautiful light show, followed by a catwalk of popular models invited from Milan. In addition to the giant United Motorcycle logo at the back and the several motorcycles that were pushed onto the stage during the catwalk, there were also several motorcycles accompanied by girls. The entire product launch seemed to be uneventful at all. Although the guests in the audience applauded and shouted lively, old Ciano knew that this was for the beauties, not the motorcycles of United Motors. In his opinion, except for the ribbon-cutting ceremony at the beginning, the entire ceremony seemed to have lost its direction. It looked more like a Milan spring fashion conference than a United Motorcycle Fast and Furious XI product launch.

He couldn't sit still anymore, so he quietly called Contini to his side, pointed at the models striding and catwalking on the stage and said: "Calais, who is responsible for planning the ceremony? Damn this company! Look at them What happened? It turned into a fashion exhibition..."

"Father, it's all my idea. The planning company just implemented my idea... So far, I think the effect is very good." Contini pointed to the audience who watched intently and the spotlights that turned on from time to time. "Don't you think they are very interested?"

"But didn't you look into their eyes? Their eyes were all on women. How many of them noticed the motorcycle?"

"They will pay attention... Look, it's time to pay attention!"

Old Ciano was in a strange state when suddenly there was a loud roar. This menacing roar suddenly overwhelmed the music in the venue. All the audience raised their heads in surprise, as if trying to find the source of this noise - in fact It's so uninteresting.

"Look...the plane!" Suddenly someone with sharp eyes pointed at the southern sky and shouted.

Now the roar was louder, and all the spectators stood up, their eyes widened in horror. They saw more than 300 planes flying in a group from the south.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dear viewers, the United Airlines cheering team is here, let us welcome it with the warmest applause!"

The originally soft atmosphere of the venue was suddenly changed to music based on military music, accompanied by the roar of more than 300 aircraft whizzing past the venue. Army Secretary Diaz smiled wryly and shook his head: "After all, it's Calais. The craftsmanship is extraordinary. There are more than 300 aircraft, which is more troops than a group army dispatched during the war."

Now no one is watching the models on the T stage. Everyone is staring straight into the sky. They see a group of fighter jets starting to break away from the team, then forming a neat row, and starting a smoke show in the air, red, yellow, blue and green. Orange, there are all kinds of colors. In just 5 minutes, they pulled out the relevant letters of "Fast and Furious Paying attention to the bombers and transport aircraft groups, he found more than 30 parachutes falling from the sky. The paratroopers in dark clothes hanging under the white parachutes were very eye-catching.

Naturally, the Fokker fighter piloted by Poti was also in the fleet, but he was an unplanned figure and was forced to come by himself, so he neither received the task of pulling smoke to perform stunts nor mixed with the landing group. But he became alone, and it was inappropriate to go anywhere to join in the fun. Others thought he would go directly to the Milan base to land. Who knew that Poti had been itching to practice flying for so many days, so he simply stopped doing it. He passed directly over the auditorium, and even made a volley and fly upside down - this is the only somewhat difficult flying skill he has mastered, and he doesn't know the other ones yet.

Everyone was frightened by this, but Mussolini actually recognized the face of the Roman policeman, and laughed and cursed: "This kid is very brave!"

After the smoke flight and Bo Ji's inverted flight were over, the black paratroopers over there also landed. They flexibly took off their parachute belts and ran to the designated place in an orderly manner. Everyone was still wondering why they didn't go to the auditorium. Running in the direction, the roar of another engine became louder. All 32 black paratroopers rode on the Fast and Furious XI motorcycles that had been prepared, formed two mighty columns and rushed towards the auditorium, like running towards the audience. Thunder, the sound is terrifying.

It was only when they got closer that everyone saw clearly that these black paratroopers were all dressed in black leather suits and were tightly wrapped from head to toe. Their hands were all black gloves and their eyes were wearing special sunglasses for pilots. They looked all dark and sparkly. A motorcycle wearing chrome-plated bright parts is speeding towards you. It’s as cool as you want!

Everyone watched in stunned silence as the motorcycle army passed through the front of the auditorium. Then in an instant, everyone stood up straight, took their right hands off the motorcycle grips and raised them forward, shouting in unison: "Long live the leader!"

Even Mussolini couldn't sit still now. He stood up and raised his hands in return, and then applauded enthusiastically. Driven by his applause, all the audience stood up and applauded. Before the applause subsided, they were even more impressive. An eye-catching scene happened. I saw black motorcycles lined up one after another, roaring and rushing onto the T stage where the models were catwalking. The paratroopers slowed down, one person at a time, and hugged the gorgeous models by the waist. On the motorcycle, although the models were all pale and screaming, they struggled and resisted. For training, these black paratroopers who were upgraded from brave men were all trained on young men. This is all Can it remain foolproof, let alone a delicate and weightless female model?

In just half a minute, the models on the stage were taken away by the entire motorcade, and left the stage in an unprecedented way in the modeling industry, and walked around the stage triumphantly... After the initial shock, the models began to adapt, hugged the men's bodies tightly and posed in various poses, including all kinds of sexy and hot scenes. They also knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime, unique publicity opportunity!

Faced with this scene, the host shouted in an extremely exaggerated and excited tone: "Speed ​​and Passion Motorcycles solemnly announce: Veni! Vidi! Vici!" (I'm here! I saw it! I conquered it!)

These three sentences are the classic words that Caesar reported to Rome in the ancient Roman era 2,000 years ago. All Italians are familiar with them. For a while, there was thunderous applause, roars, applause, cheers, stomping, and cheers!

"It's really crazy to the extreme! This is the real speed and passion!" Old Ciano muttered to himself, and his son's ability to toss made him admire him.

Douhet couldn't help but stand up and applaud. His eyes were not drawn away by the beauties. He understood the significance and future of airborne operations described by Contini in this performance - if light armored vehicles and paratroopers can be dropped together, can a fierce assault effect be achieved?

Poti witnessed all the scenes on the ground in the air, and a person screamed in the air: "Genius! A wonderful idea! It's so fucking cool!"

Contini smiled slightly. The whole performance was carefully arranged during this period. It seems that the paratroopers reorganized by the brave are indeed extraordinary. They mastered the performance skills quickly and cooperated skillfully. It looks like they did it in one go, like flowing water.

"Have you filmed all the movies?"

"All done, young master." Antonio said with a smile, "Although it cost a lot of money, the effect is really good."

"In the later stage, let the film company coordinate the sound effects better. I can't replicate it in every city. I can only hope to promote the hot sales of motorcycles through film publicity."

"I think it will be successful without a doubt!" Antonio laughed, "If I were 30 years younger, I would also buy one to satisfy my desire. Even if there are no beauties to grab, it's still exciting to drive it by myself..."

Mussolini has recovered from his initial shock and whispered to Diaz beside him: "Are these the brave people he collected?"

"Yes."

"All good Soldiers, can we..."

Diaz shook his head: "League, we can't afford it! Galle has spent 50,000 liras on training each guard, and there are also 20,000 annual salaries and various expenses. The total annual cost of a force of more than 200 people is expected to be more than 15 million liras, which is enough for the army to support a regiment!"

Mussolini touched his head and was speechless for a long time. Finally, he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Forget about other troops, but the leader's guard must be guaranteed, right?"

"Where's the money?"

"You find a way with Galle, give him some other preferential conditions, let him pay to help me train an identical force, and I will select the personnel for him."

Well, the showy Contini is going to bleed again...