"Tsk, I really don't know what I need to worry about that kid! What I am worried about is the Red Earl Richthofen. You know that he is my elder brother's best friend. If something happens to him..."

Facing An Jinchi's question, Li Ergan answered with mockery. An Jin couldn't help but get angry. Who is he a bandit, and he can still bear the idleness of Li Erganzi. But just as he was about to get angry, Li Erganzi made an attractive proposal.

"Hey, Lao An, let's make money, you say the red Count Richter Hoffen... "

The red Count Richthofen had no idea how many people were worried about his capture. Facing the sumptuous supper, he whistled vigorously. His whistle was not loud, compared to the rumbling cannons that exploded from far to near and "accompanied" him.

The explosion made the window clatter. In the explosion of the shells, he could only see his mouth clamping into a round hole. Although his eyes had the passion for fighting, he did not have any weapons in his hand, and some were just small grips.

He pinched it, and said that he had not forgotten that a soldier should keep his energy alive. General Francis desperre looked at the enemy in front of him with some confusion. He seemed to like the grip very much.

Out of courtesy, General Francis desperre did not ask the other party what the special meaning of the grip was.

"Mr. General, have you heard it? This song is good, it's just a bit slow!"

Although the French respect others very much, they do not flatter in ordinary occasions.

"Oh... Sorry, I just..."

The general said, tilting his head to the glass, indicating that the sound of cannons there affected his hearing. The dark throwing of the pearl did not seem to have caused the red Count Richterhoven to lose interest. For some reason, General Francis desperre was a little excited when he felt the sound of cannons.

"Or General, you think my capture is the glory of the Eighth Legion, then I have to say you are wrong!"

General Francis desperre was a little confused about the other party's meaning. The red Count Richterhoven, as a myth in the sky. Being captured is of course the glory of the tactical air force to which the Eighth Legion belongs, and also the glory of the mysterious equipment such as radar.

You should know that he is a sky myth. As for his ability, it can be seen from the small but all of them are unique in shape and bright and shiny badges on his left chest.

There are some knowledge of the Army General Franche despere, such as the red skeleton with wings, which is the logo of the "Red Hunting Squad". Being able to get this badge means that his aerial fighting skills have been recognized by the Red Hunting Squad. In addition, the price of this badge is completely processed for rubies, so even if it is sold as a handicraft, it is also valuable.

In addition, there is the rectangular badge, which was the badge that participated in the so-called "New Eight-Nation Alliance" and was called by Europeans by European Union troops. The rectangle is just a stack of eight national flags, and the sharp sword is not to be said, it is naturally the symbol of the winner.

"actually……"

The red Count Richthofen said, put down his grip and took out a small thing from his flight suit's pocket. It was only the size of a button, but while the golden light shone, some silver light reflected.

On the battlefield, it is not easy to get a long dining table. Even General Francis de Sperre, who entertained his prisoner, Richterhoven, the Red Earl, was just a dining table in an ordinary family. However, if two were used, he could take over the gadget.

This is a small button of pure gold, and the surface of the button is completely black. Under the bright crystal on the surface, there is a small silver fist pinching silver lightning.

"Well, I know this sign, it is..."

Of course, everyone knows that this is the button on the dresses of the mercenaries of "Thunder International". "Zeus's Lightning Fist" has already made all the British and French countries who have suffered enough losses clearly.

"Yes, it's it! It's the sign that makes almost all governments in the world have headaches. But there is still a difference..."

As if afraid that the other party would not see clearly, the Red Earl Richterhofen approached Francis desperre and pointed at the gadget with absolute enthusiasm.

"Did you see it? Lightning is a ruby ​​and the little fist is a diamond pieced together. This is unique to the Commander-in-Chief of Thunder International! Haha, this is the most satisfying collection I have now! For this little thing... so, I was captured by your subordinates! So..."

The red Count Richthofen leaned forward and closer to the Army Admiral Francis despere, a little. The flexible and pure eyes were cooled with a cheerful light.

"It was definitely not a coincidence that I was captured. You know that Rommel is a little stupid. He wants to know your command and material storage point, but unfortunately your plane, including radar, is too closely monitored. And I happened to see this thing, so... I am really embarrassed about your hospitality and have to tell you the truth.

In addition, I have a small request that you cannot count my capture as the honor of your subordinates. Because I came here just to carry out a special mission. As for the reward, it is the gadget in your hand.

Mr. General, can you give it back to me? You must know that I have exchanged my life for this gadget!”

General Francis desperre was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he understood that the reason why the "Thunder International" armored troops were so accurate was that they were all masterpieces of the "Sky Myth" red Count Richterhofen in front of him. As for the grip in his hand, it is not to mention that it is naturally a radio signal generator.

Looking at the red Count Richthofen, he carefully pinned the button on his left chest, between the pile of various badges. Suddenly, he felt that he really couldn't understand the guy in front of him.

"How could you do such a crazy thing? Are you all crazy people in Thunder International?"

The shells were still exploding nearby, and some dust fell from the roof. Two people sitting together, waiting for the end of the battle, discussed together what was absolutely ridiculous on the battlefield.

"Don't you understand that you might be killed by that machine gun and you will get nothing at all..."

The red Count Richthofen smiled and didn't care.

"Pilots themselves are crazy professions, right? That guy Rommel said the same thing, but I..."

The red Count Richterhofen pointed to the Army General Francis despere, pointing to the small badge that was dazzling among the piles of badges, as if showing off.

The sound of cannons outside was as tight as the sound of the glass window was shaken into pieces in the explosion, falling to the ground and making a loud sound. But this did not affect the interest of the Red Earl Richterhoven.

Until what follows happens...

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The reason why this dinner is so rich, and why I sit opposite the Red Earl Richterhoven is that all the French general Francis de Sperre hopes that I can face everything calmly.

However, he was disappointed with himself. When he learned that the Red Earl Richthofen was just a lurking "target indicator", the elegant French in his mouth became a "weapon" to curse!

But at this moment, the wall became a piece of fragments under a violent impact. A huge figure in the dust, illuminating two big "eyes" now in the smoke.

The Red Earl Richterhoven and Francis desperre, who thought it was an explosion, did not want to become victims at this last moment, both of them were buried under the thick dining table.

At this moment, they all stared at everything in the dust.

"Cruff..." The hatch door on the tank's turret opened, revealing a person's head. The man had no reason to burrow under the table, but picked up the radio hanging on his chest and kept shouting.

"Lao An, Lao An, I'm so weak. The red Count Richter Hoffen was so scared that he was so scared that he was under the table!"

The loud voice echoed in the restaurant that had become silent because he broke into the tank. The British and French officers huddled in the corner, and the Army General Francis despere under the dining table were all looked at each other by this change.

At this moment, the guy on the tank turret flashed in his hand and took all the miserable looks of everyone in the room into the camera.

"Li Erganzi, you bastard..."

The red Count Richthofen suddenly ran away in anger and stepped forward violently. The dining table and the items on the dining table fell to the ground in a "spooky" sound.

The rascal red Count Richthofen picked up a brick and climbed up the tank. When Li Erganzi saw that the situation was not good, he hurriedly retracted into the tank.

"Bastard...bastard...you bastard come out and roll out of your iron can box. I'm going to duel with you... your ancestors' Buddha and God's illegitimate son..."
Chapter completed!