"Stop it, can anyone tell me what's going on?"

It was Osvaldo who spoke.

Lieutenant Polk, with his pair of gray steel-colored eyes, his livid beard, and his sharp, blade-like eyes, was a sufficient deterrent to everyone present.

Both Hermann Göring, who was covered in mud, and his opponents all shrank. In the end, it was Hermann Göring who spoke, and he spread his hands that were covered in mud.

"Mr. Lieutenant, it's just a small misunderstanding. It's not worth it..."

At this time, Mike Lang knew that Hermann Göring, the pretty boy, had to abide by some kind of "chivalry". When faced with the officer's questioning, he would not betray his brother in the flying team, even though the two had just fought.

He won't betray it either.

But as a businessman, Mike Lang did not have such a good moral character. He had also heard that some outstanding pilots in Germany were extremely committed to things that seemed a bit "silly", so he hurriedly shouted in French that he was unfamiliar with.

"Mr. Officer, that's the guy. After I parachuted yesterday, he wanted to beat me to death just because of this!"

Osvaldo.

Lieutenant Polk obviously understood French. Mike Lang's words made him turn to Herman Green, who was standing aside, and stared at him with sharp eyes.

"Yes sir, that's what happened, it's just..."

Osvaldo.

Lieutenant Polk did not want to hear it. He just made a gesture to stop Hermann Göring's words.

"What's your name? Did you get any results yesterday?"

"Sir, my name is Hermann Göring... I shot him down yesterday!"

Facing the fierce and extremely stern eyes of the other party, Hermann Göring stood at attention and formally reported his name and military rank. As he spoke, he gestured to Michael Lang with his eyes.

Osvaldo.

Lieutenant Polk nodded, obviously satisfied with Goering's military temperament.

"Well, I'm looking for some outstanding fighter pilots to form a safari formation. Young man, I like you and I hope you can come and join."

"My God, am I dreaming?"

The German safari teams were composed of some extremely outstanding pilots, such as Immelmann mentioned above. This was also the team that all German pilots dreamed of joining.

Although the patrolling, searching, and attacking tasks they undertake are heavier and more bloody. But the pay is higher, the vacation is longer, and the beauties pay more attention. Isn't this what Hermann Goering has been pursuing!

"Yes, sir!"

At this time, Osvaldo.

Lieutenant Polk ignored the ecstatic man and took two steps to reach the pilot who had just been kicked to the ground by Richthofen.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

"Stand up! I have seen many guys like you, but I want to tell you that your behavior is a shame to the German Air Force! Our German Air Force is a passionate and strong team. It is best for guys like you to stay away from me in the future.

Team members, please stay away, otherwise I will definitely give you a good look!"

At the end of the day, Osvaldo.

The look in Lieutenant Polk's gray steel-colored eyes was purely naked and threatening. It's not to blame him. Excellent pilots are rare in reality, so these "Safari Fleet"

The commander is known as a calf protector.

"I like this guy!"

Mike Lang, who was lying on the stretcher over there, felt so comfortable that he wanted to hum. It was just like when he first met Li Erzhangzi. This kind of gangster guy was just to his liking.

The guy who was beaten at this moment had no choice but to look at Herman Green one more time, then lowered his head and walked away. Although he had achieved some success, he really didn't have the qualifications to fight against the officers of the "Safari Fleet".

.

Probably to thank Mike Lang for his generous words, Hermann Göring came to Mike Lang's side after the incident.

"Thank you! Besides, you don't have to worry, I don't think anyone will plan to hurt you anymore!"

Hermann Göring, who has a different status, can now make such a promise to Michael Lang. He is now regarded as a member of the darling safari fleet, and his status will naturally change immediately.

Mike Lang stood up and looked at his face and body covered in mud, with a funny look on his face.

"You're welcome, you deserve this! But because you joined the safari fleet, I have a piece of advice for you. It is estimated that there will be a master from the Allied Powers in the near future, and the logo he uses will probably be an eagle or something like that.

Something. My advice is to run away when you see what he says, that’s not a shame!”

At this time, the handsome young pilot on the side who had just arrived and acted righteously was probably planning to make friends with Herman Green. When he walked over and heard Mike Lang's words, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

"Hmph! If the Allies hadn't had a lot of new equipment this time..." He lowered his head and looked at Mike Lang who was lying on the stretcher, interrupted his emotion, and asked.

"Are you also a pilot? Do you have any achievements?"

Mike Lang raised his head and glanced at the young guy in front of him. He had no idea that his private conversations with Hermann Goering would be heard by others.

As a pilot, Hermann Göring didn't like what Mike Lang said, but he saw very clearly the way Mike Lang shot down two of his own planes, and thought he was a skilled pilot.

Very good guy.

He raised his head and explained to Richthofen on behalf of Mike Lang.

"I saw it with my own eyes. He shot down two of them yesterday. His skills are very good!"

Michael Lang smiled calmly, but he couldn't help but whisper advice to Hermann Goering.

"Believe me, the skills I used yesterday are just some superficial things I learned from him. If I say anything about his air combat skills, they are almost unrivaled. So when you face him, run away and

Not a shameful means."

Richthofen on the side still looked confident.

"Thank you for mentioning this news. If possible, if I could meet him on the battlefield, I would definitely go up and say hello, and finally knock him out of the sky!"

After saying this, he nodded to Hermann Göring and Michael Lang as a greeting and followed his captain.

Mike Lang was well aware of Tang Yunyang's flying skills.

During the test flights of the Ben Lei aircraft and the aforementioned technical modifications to various types of aircraft, Mike Lang and Tang Yunyang chased each other in the air. Those battles made him completely believe what Tang Yunyang said.

"My flight time? About..."

Fighting online for 12 hours a day, fighting in the air for half a year, and a guy who likes to study. Think about it, what kind of perverted character has been created by the virtual air combat in the Internet era!
Chapter completed!