Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 96 All the way to the west

"He's there, chase it!" The running fisher kept bending down and walking among the Fokker fighters one after another. He was looking for Steve's obsessive notebook, even though there were many Ottomans behind his ass. German soldiers, but this did not prevent him from checking the planes one by one, because the chasing soldiers did not dare to shoot in these own fighters.

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

   Stretched out his thigh, Ludendorff, who was dealt with by the medical soldiers, angrily fell off the binoculars, "What's the matter, why is the country like this!"

  Obviously became the chief of the army, the power was on the side, and the mission was to save the empire in distress. Why should he be beaten by Britain and France in Europe, and Osman would be assassinated when he came to Ottoman? This must be the world's fault!

   "Sir, the Stormtrooper did not catch the guys who drove away, but they blocked one at the airport!"

   "What, the Storm Commando is the elite force of our country, and even the Storm Commando is not afraid of it. This is no longer an ordinary spy. It must be a professional assassin sent by the United Kingdom. It must give a heavy punch!"

  A German officer stood up and complained.

   "Sir, with all due respect, how can we win this war with a worm like the Ottomans!"

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

   "The top priority now is to eliminate these bold assassins!" Ludendorff looked at the airport where gunshots were coming from afar, his expression solemn.

   "Hey, simulated poor!" A Stormtrooper soldier took down the bullet magazine and shouted, and then his comrades threw a round magazine to him.

  But before he changed into this magazine, a grenade with green smoke was thrown over.

   "Ghanat!"

  The exploded shrapnel mixed with blood was splashed, and by the way, an innocent Fokker e fighter was blown to pieces.

  The German soldiers and Ottoman soldiers who waited for the smoke to dissipate again raised their guns. When they were about to shoot, the scream of the Maxim machine gun pushed them back again.

  Looking at the battered fighter plane that was hit by bullets, several Ottoman officers who participated in the battle burst into tears with distressed eyes.

  This is an expensive triplane, not a monoplane that the Germans don’t want, please don’t fight!

  Fortunately, after the gunshots lasted for a while, they stopped again, but this time the Germans all learned their skills and did not rush forward. Instead, they hid behind sandbags and bunkers and looked at the hangar a hundred meters away vigilantly.

Fisher left the jammed Aviation Maxim and looked around with a headache. He was exhausted before carrying Steve out and was about to drive away, but the other party begged him to come and steal him. He also said a lot of things like saving the lives of countless people. This kind of empty talk was fart to Fisher, and then Steve used affectionate eyesight, as a male and female-loving **** A racist, Fisher naturally couldn't stand Steve's hot eyes, so he could only sigh, and then let the Arab guerrillas retreat along the way they came, and set on the opposite path without hesitation.

   "Mr. Lawrence, you are a hero!" Steve, with a **** nose and a swollen nose, 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.

  It’s just that after he got the notebook and was surrounded, that little pride instantly disappeared, leaving only Wang Defa full of his brain!

Surrounded on all sides, there is no food and ammunition. It seems that Fisher can only survive by surrender, but Fisher does not want to be a prisoner of the Germans at all, except for the Federal Fat House, even if he was a German equipment enthusiast in his previous life. , But it's just a hobby!

  Since you can’t walk on the ground, you can only go to heaven!

Looking at the brand new dr1 triplane behind the butt, which lacked a machine gun, Fisher had a bold idea. He checked the aircraft and it was full of bombs and fuel. The two aviation Maxims were still caught. He dismantled one, so let's use this one to escape!

In fact, as a rich second generation with a mountain in the backyard, Fisher is not unfamiliar with all kinds of aircraft. His farm in Texas has four 20-gun Mustang fighters, a Spitfire, and even There is a Sopwith F.1 biplane. These planes are in the collection of Old Fisher and have been carefully maintained. Naturally, Fisher can drive these planes around from time to time, even when he is not in the army. He had obtained a pilot license before, and after arriving in the world of ace air combat, he learned how to drive another bunch of fighter jets. Although not up to the level of tigger, it is still enough to be an ordinary veteran. This is more expensive. Ten thousand yuan or hundreds of thousands of customized suits are much more handsome.

"Why haven't you taken that guy yet!" Ludendorff was furious when he heard the gunshots stop. He limped to the front line and was about to pull the commander's collar to spout when he suddenly heard a burst of water. The sound of stepping.

"Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Fisher, wearing goggles and leather jacket, hummed a small tune to start the dr1 engine, and as the smoke rose, the nearly six-meter triplane turned flexibly. One corner, he drove out from the exit of the hangar.

   "I..." Seeing the red-painted triplane swaying out of the hangar, Ludendorff only felt that blood was pouring up his head, and the other party had just swayed away?

  "Knock him down, hit me down!"

  The German soldier, who had just awakened from a dream, just picked up his rifle and smashed his rifle at Fisher, who had run more than two hundred meters, but the bullets were flying in the air. Not only didn't hit the opponent, but made the opponent run faster, flying into the sky almost in the blink of an eye.

   "Chasing me, chasing me!"

   "Sir, go!" Ludendorff, who was still in a brainless rage, was suddenly pushed down by the adjutant beside him, and then the bullets from the sky knocked the adjutant into a sieve.

Ludendorff, splashed with blood on his face, could only watch the triplane as it fired on the ground and swayed away. Then he was angry and fainted.

"Now, let me see, where should I fly!" After controlling the plane to dive into the clouds, Fisher lowered his head and found out the map, ready to find a route back to Cairo, because there is no satellite guide, so he took the electronics The map is useless, so I can only rely on the most primitive navigation method, but what Fisher did not find is that the map should be flying south, and he is controlling the plane all the way to the west, which is the direction of the Mediterranean!

  (End of this chapter)