With Nancy City, Mike. Prince. Unlike the unfamiliar warm and ambiguous underground buildings in the fortress of the Merlin Military-Industrial Group, the German front command of Verdun was full of stormy rage.

"How is it possible, how is it possible! These bastard Frenchmen! ”

As an officer under his command, the German prince had given up the hypocritical smile on his usual cunning fox face, and now his face was lowered towards the map, the hat on his head had long been thrown aside, and his hair, which was usually neatly shiny under the wax, was scratched into a mess by himself.

Similarly, the Chief of Staff of the Fifth Group, with his hands on the table covered with the combat map, had a face like a jackal facing a cold winter.

On the night front, the rapid infantry attack launched by the Germans was defeated by a sudden air attack from the sky, and it seemed that countless bombs were dropped in batches from the sky, and the massacre of large-caliber machine gun bullets was dense and brutal.

"My God, is this what the Entente pilots who were hit during the day did? Oh my God, look what they've done! ”

Despite the cost of more than 12,000 casualties, the Germans had no way to advance, and even the light from the sheer number of flares flashing everywhere in the sky made it impossible for them to even fight back effectively.

Faced with this situation, neither the rampaging crown prince nor the distraught chief of staff had no way to solve it, and the obvious change was that if the problem of air defense was not solved in any case, it would be impossible to launch another attack.

Looking at the battle lines of the two sides on the map, the sorrowful-looking chief of staff decided to do his part, at least to stop the crown prince's stupid impulses.

"Your Highness, we need more anti-aircraft guns, and we need a large number of towed horses and vehicles to maneuver on the battlefield, otherwise we will not be able to achieve the goal of breaking through the enemy's defenses!"

Crown Prince William looked at the various symbols on the map, and his heart was not only full of unspeakable pain.

A half-year assault was prepared to completely lose hope of an offensive overnight. Needless to say, the huge casualties are not to be said, the main thing is that no one knows how to overcome those one-winged air demons when attacking again.

"Yes, Mr. Chief of Staff, you are right, we must go on the defensive, but...... But...... Where did the demons of the air come from? ”

The Chief of Staff quietly glanced at the other staff officers who were also worried but did not bother them, and whispered to the crown prince, who only focused on the number of cannons and the number of new weapons, but did not pay so much attention to intelligence.

"Your Highness, according to our intelligence, those things came from Mike in Nancy, France. The products of the Prince Company, they were one of the first arms suppliers, but they quickly won a large number of orders from the Allied armies for their new, sturdy, and effective weapons, and according to our intelligence, one of the company's heads had been shot down in a recent air battle, and we were looking for him. ”

"This guy, if found, shoot on the spot!"

"What?!"

The Chief of Staff looked at him in disbelief, and the Prince His Royal Highness, who usually looked elegant and intelligent, would actually do such a stupid act.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, or maybe they can supply us with weapons or weapons technology, if that happens......"

The sorrow on Prince William's face suddenly turned into an expression that bordered on a smirk.

"No, my Excellency Chief of Staff, we will know his secrets, but this guy must be shot. As for his Mike. Prince, I think it won't be long before we see what kind of factory this is! It looks like we need to change something to our plans! ”

As he spoke, the sorrow on his face was swept away, and there was even a faint hint of joy on his face. Suddenly he turned around and walked towards the outside of the war room, leaving behind his orders.

"My Excellency Chief of Staff, I beg you to count our losses and report quickly to the General Staff. In addition......"

Prince William stopped, and the words he asked made his chief of staff feel like he couldn't laugh or cry.

“…… Also, you say, in such weather, will my foxhound be able to catch those cunning foxes? ”

“……”

In the face of the chief of staff, he did not answer, nor was he dissatisfied, and his frowning brow still showed that he was still worried. The crown prince simply shrugged his shoulders gracefully, sympathizing with his helplessness.

Mike. Old wolf, he didn't know what kind of sword was falling on his neck, and now he thought he had found his spring.

It's no wonder that when he was in the United States in the past, he had to rack his brains to make a living. After joining Lafitte's team, he had to rack his brains all the time to avoid being knocked down from the sky, until he was injured again and admitted to the German hospital, and then he really began to live a life of idleness.

Herman. Although Goering was his guardian, his life as a pilot of a hunting team was still busy, and it was impossible for him to always be by the side of the captured pilots of the Allied powers, who were quite skilled.

As an American-up-raised guy with the industriousness of the Chinese and the greed of the Americans, think Mike. It was obviously not easy for Xun to calm down. As a result, this guy became a nightmare for the beautiful nurses in the hospital.

"Oh, Miss EDI, can you tell me who else is in your house?"

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Faced with a nurse who was blushing by her own audacity, Mike. Lang just doesn't let go of the "wolf paws" that hold people's little hands.

“…… Paris is a beautiful city, if I could accompany you on the splendid avenues of the Champs-Élysées...... You know, there's some of the best perfumes and trendy fashion in the world, and a beautiful person like you is here to face these bandaged guys......"

Faced with this guy's pestering, almost all nurses see changing his dressing as a difficult thing to do. But the women as an emotional animal, Mike. Lang's unpretentious American frankness is also a topic that can interest these women.

"See, Miss EDI, you don't know which idiot came up with such a thing, is it stupid?"

As he spoke, Mike. Lang kept pinching the "manual" flashlight in his hand, and the readers and friends who had read it before me will not forget this radio signal generator powered by grip strength!

The small electric beads that lit up obviously aroused EDI's interest, and she reached out to take the not light and interesting looking play, and played with it in her hand and tried it endlessly.

In the flashing electric light of the small electric beads, she had forgotten the little hands that were pinched by others.