"This guy is much better than Tang Yunyang's kid!"

Mike slowly waking up from a fainting state. The first thought passed through Lang's mind, at least the other party didn't rummage through other people's pockets like Tang Yunyang did, not only was the revolver still in the holster on his body, but the small bag with some emergency items was not rummaged through at all.

Mike. Not far from Lang's side, there was a majestic fire, which relieved the cold on his body after the blood loss.

"Are you awake?"

French, which was not pleasant to the ear and did not seem to be proficient, rang in my ears.

"It's okay, and I'll probably be able to understand it."

For French, Mike. Lang can only speak a few phrases, but he will be able to understand it.

"We're very humble that we don't have coffee, so we're ......."

Mike. Lang swept Herman. Green glanced at it, and what he was holding in his hand was the Merlin Military Company's dual-water kettle, which had now been obscured by the charcoal ash on the fire.

"Please help!"

Mike. Lang greets Herman. Green, fortunately this guy doesn't have any racist tendencies right now, and doesn't refuse to turn pale due to excessive blood loss Mike. Lang's request.

Sitting up, with a solid tree trunk behind him and a thick layer of branches underneath him, it can be seen that this German "air knight" is indeed full of chivalry. Lang was quite satisfied.

Reaching out and pulling through his small bag containing first aid supplies, usually Mike. Lang felt that this thing was very annoying, and some messy things were packed in a pack, and the weight of the shoulder on his waist was not enough.

Reaching out and pulling out some coffee cubes that had been pressed into the shape of small sugar cubes, which were mixed with sugar, milk powder and other things, although they could not be compared with the coffee brewed at home, the taste was not bad.

In Hermann. In Green's astonished gaze, Mike. Lang pulled out a can of food, biscuits, and a large piece of tarpaulin from his small satchel.

"Please, hang it on the side of our fire."

Herman. Gogg didn't understand Mike. Lang meant, but he hung up the curtain as he said. This is actually what Tang Yunyang taught to Mike. Lang Ye is surviving from the bottom, about a method of heating in winter. A hanging rain cloth not only keeps out the cold wind, reduces heat loss, but also reflects the temperature of the campfire.

After everything was ready, the two of them had a meal that was not rich enough to eat dinner, if these things were Mike. If Lang eats alone, it can be used for about three days, and if two people save some food, it will be two days.

Mike. Lang used the Swiss Army knife in his hand, but the shape and size are already the one we are familiar with, as a flying enthusiast, Tang Yunyang naturally will not have one on his body, and the products produced by Merlin Military Products Company are naturally imitation products.

Food, hot drinks, and cigarettes made the two fellows who had a lot of life in love with each other gradually become hot.

"Hey, haven't you or our search team seen it?"

Herman. Goering tilted his head to indicate that he had not seen it. Then he swallowed a mouthful of the mixture of canned food and biscuits, and seemed a little unspeakable.

"You...... You guys...... Will you shoot the captives? ”

Hearing this inquiry, Mike. Lang's heart sank, although there was no decree on both sides to shoot prisoners of war. However, it is not uncommon for prisoners of war to be shot on the battlefield. Now he was also worried that if the French search detachment did not arrive in time, he would not be captured by the Germans?

"No, we don't, at least I haven't seen it, and you're my captive......"

Hear Mike. Lang's words, Herman. Goering shouted at him unhappily.

"Hey, you figured it out, I shot you down, and I saved your life!"

Mike. Lang Weiren has already drilled into the eyes of money, and he is still proficient in this kind of ability to repay the money at a sky-high price.

"Well, I said, brother, if the French search detachment had arrived first, wouldn't it have been more beneficial for you to be my prisoner? Have you forgotten that your plane shot our parachutist pilot, these guys must have been by such a thing, and God knows what they would do. ”

Herman. Gogg is clearly better than Mike. Lang is too honest. With such two people getting together, it is difficult to guarantee Herman. Green will not suffer anything. So, after listening to Mike. Lang said, he still replied very gentlemanly.

"That's a good offer, if our men arrive first, then you will be my captive, so I can order them to spare your life!"

"That's right, but now that we've finished talking about the duties of the army, I have a small request, you have to keep vigil tonight, or maybe there will be some beasts in this forest!"

Look at the dark forest, and then look at Mike. Lang had wrapped himself tightly in his flight suit, Herman. Göring asked.

"Sir, do you mean that I will be the one who will keep vigil? What about you? ”

"Me?!" Mike. Lang looked at Herman. Goering's eyes were cunning and ill-intentioned.

"Look, you're a gentleman, and I'm a wounded soldier, so as a gentleman ought you to take care of me? And I've bled so much, don't you know if I pass out at the vigil and feed both of us some kind of beast......!" Well, if you're not afraid of getting sick, you can drink all of these coffee cubes! ”

Anyway, Mike. Lang no longer pays attention to Herman, who has been dumbfounded by himself. Green, wrapped up in his flight suit, and even put the bakelite helmet on his head on this cold night, soon fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at Mike. Lang Look, Herman. Goering had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and pull out some more coffee cubes to make himself a cup of coffee to refresh himself, after all, it never hurts to be careful in the forest on a night like this.

In the early morning, after staying up all night, his mouth was full of the smell of numb cigarettes, and drinking too much coffee made his stomach feel very uncomfortable, but fortunately, the sky finally dawned.

Soon after, a German reconnaissance and search team sneaked up and spotted two men who had spent the night in the forest. This is where Herman is manifested. Göring was more chivalrous.

"You see, he's my prisoner, an American cowboy from Lafitte's squad, and he's wounded, so gentlemen, please prepare a single rack."

The German infantry did not have much affection for these Allied pilots who rode on their heads all day long, and their mission was to rescue their own pilots who had landed in force, and it would be good if the enemy did not shoot them.

But since Herman. Goering spoke, and although their dissatisfaction was already on their indignant faces, they were ready to pick up a single rack and lift Mike. Man.

That's it Mike. Lang was captured by the Germans.