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"He's there, run after him!" Fisher, who was running all the way, kept bending down and walking through the Fokker fighters one after another. He was looking for Steve's unforgettable notebook, even though there were many Ottoman and German soldiers, but this did not prevent him from checking the planes one by one, because the pursuers behind did not dare to shoot in these friendly fighters.

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

Ludendorff, who stretched his thighs for the medics to deal with, angrily fell off the binoculars, "What the hell, how did the country become like this!"

Obviously he became the army director, he was a powerful party, and he took on the mission of saving the empire in crisis. Why should he be beaten by Britain and France in Europe, and the Ottomans would be assassinated when he ran? This must be the fault of the world!

"Sir, the Stormtroopers didn't catch the guys who drove away, but they blocked one at the airport!"

"What, the Storm Commandos are the elite forces of our country, and they are not even afraid of the Storm Commandos. They are no longer ordinary spies. They must be professional assassins sent by the United Kingdom. They must punch hard!"

A German officer stepped forward and complained.

"Sir, with all due respect, how could it be possible to win this battle with insects like the Ottomans!"

"You don't understand about high-level matters, you just need to understand that we need the Ottomans!" Although Ludendorff also disliked the Turks, compared to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the performance of the Ottomans was remarkable.

"The most urgent task now is to eliminate this group of daring assassins!" Ludendorff looked at the airport where there were bursts of gunfire in the distance, his expression solemn.

"Hey, imitation poor!" A Stormtrooper soldier took down the magazine that had been shot and shouted, and then a comrade behind him threw a round magazine to him.

It's just that before he could change the magazine, a grenade with green smoke was thrown over.

"Ghanath!"

The exploding shrapnel splattered with blood, and along the way, blew an innocent Fokker e-fighter into pieces.

The German soldiers and Ottoman soldiers who were not waiting for the smoke to dissipate raised their guns again, and when they were about to shoot, the sudden sound of the Maxim machine gun pressed them back again.

Looking at the battered fighter jet that was hit by bullets, several Ottoman officers who participated in the war burst into tears of distress.

This is a deadly expensive triplane, not a monoplane that the Germans don't want. Please stop fighting!

Fortunately, the gunshots only lasted for a while, and then stopped again, but this time the Germans were all learned, and instead of rushing forward, they hid behind sandbags and bunkers, watching vigilantly at the hangar 100 meters away.

Fisher left the stuck aviation Maxim, and looked around with a headache. He had worked so hard to carry Steve out and was about to drive away, but the other party begged him to come and steal him. , and said a lot of things like saving countless lives. This kind of empty talk is fart for Fisher, and then Steve used affectionate glances, as a gender male, loves women. A racist, Fisher naturally couldn't stand Steve's hot eyes, so he could only sigh, and then let the Arab guerrillas retreat quickly along the way they came, and he embarked on the opposite path without hesitation.

"Mr. Lawrence, you are a hero!" Steve, whose nose was bruised and bloody, was full of respect.

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

However, after he got the notebook and was surrounded, that pride disappeared instantly, leaving only Wang Defa full of brains!

Surrounded on all sides, out of ammunition and food, it seems that Fisher can survive only by surrendering, but Fisher does not want to be a prisoner for the Germans at all, except for the Federal Fat House, even if he was a German equipment enthusiast in his last life. , but also just a hobby!

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

Looking at the brand new dr1 triplane with one machine gun missing behind his butt, Fisher had a bold idea. He had checked the plane and it was full of bombs and fuel. He took it apart, why don't you use this to escape!

In fact, as a rich second generation with a mountain in his backyard, Fisher is no stranger to all kinds of aircraft. His family farm in Texas has a four-gun 20-gun Mustang fighter, a Spitfire fighter, and even a fighter jet. There is a Sopwith F.1 biplane. These planes are collected by Father Fisher and have been carefully maintained. Naturally, Fisher can drive these planes from time to time, even when he is not in the army. He had obtained a pilot's license before, and after entering the world of ace air combat, he learned to drive a bunch of other fighter jets. Although he couldn't reach the level of a tigger, he was still qualified to be an ordinary old bird. Thousands or hundreds of thousands of customized suits are much more handsome.

"Why haven't you taken that guy yet!" Ludendorff, who heard the gunfire ceased, was furious and limped to the front line. He was about to spit on the commander's collar when he suddenly heard a jam. The sound of treading.

"Deng deng deng deng, deng deng deng!" Fisher, wearing goggles and a leather jacket, hummed a tune to start the engine of the dr1. As the smoke rose, the nearly six-meter triplane flexibly turned away. A bend, opened from the exit of the hangar.

"I..." Seeing the red-painted triplane swaggering out of the hangar, Ludendorff only felt blood pouring out of his head, and the other party just swaggered away?

"Knock him down, knock him down!"

The German soldier, who was just waking up from a dream, picked up his rifle and shot at Fisher, who had already run more than 200 meters, but the swirling bullets seemed to hit the air. Not only did he not hit the opponent, but instead made the opponent run faster and flew into the sky almost in the blink of an eye.

"Follow me, follow me!"

"Sir, let's go!" Ludendorff, who was still in a frenzy, was suddenly pushed down by the adjutant beside him, and then the bullets fell from the sky and beat the adjutant into a sieve.

Ludendorff, who was splattered with blood, could only watch the triplane sway away while firing at the ground. Then his anger surged into his heart, and he fainted out of anger.

"Now, let me see, where should I fly!" After steering the plane into the clouds, Fisher lowered his head and took out the map, ready to find a route back to Cairo. Because there was no satellite guidance, he brought the electronic Maps are useless, so they can only rely on the most primitive navigation methods, but what Fisher didn't find is that the map should fly south, and he controls the plane all the way west, where is the Mediterranean!