Chapter 21: Life and death are uncertain

"Dangchang!"

Simple. The tray in Merlin's hand fell to the ground, and she looked at Norman in disbelief. Prince.

This is the news she has been waiting for since she began to receive the first injured flight. She didn't think she saw her lover, just because he was reporting to his boss.

However, what she could never have imagined was that she would finally receive the news that this would be the case.

"We ...... It's just that...... It's just that there are no two of them among those who have returned...... You know, this kind of thing ......."

However, Jane, whose face was completely as white as snow, seemed to have heard Norman at all. Prince's clumsy explanation and comfort. On his ivory pale face were those sea-blue eyes full of doubt and fear.

"God, I ......"

When the rest of Lafitte's squad returned to base, his tragic situation shocked almost everyone.

Of the 36 planes that went out to war, only 15 came back. More than half of the planes were shot down, and only 11 of them witnessed the pilot parachuting.

While the others were busy with Commander Jojes. While Captain Synott was reporting on the battle, Norman was the best at the battle. Prince, as Tang Yunyang's partner, was elected by the other members of the first squad to rush to the field hospital to report to Jane. Merlin, the angel in the hearts of the team members, came to report the bad news that Tang Yunyang did not return.

"Jane...... Don't worry, Jane, Don is a clever guy and Frank is with him...... Trust me, they'll be fine! You know, this happens a lot in the flying team! ”

Jane covered her mouth with her wrist, tears rolling in her eyes. Her hands, like all those in the hospital, were stained with fresh blood on her long, beautiful fingers.

Norman. Prince was right that after a plane was shot down, pilots who managed to make a forced landing would try to return the next day or some time afterward, provided they had not been captured by the Germans.

"But ......"

Simple. Merry's suppressed sobs squeezed low words out of her mouth, as the field doctor of the Lafitte team, she knew very well the situation of the pilots who had returned to the flight team after many hardships, one by one.

"Jane...... Jane ......"

The nurse's screams brought her soul back from her lover, who had no idea where, and she hurried to Norman. Prince said "thank you" and went back to his intense work.

"Fucking war!"

Norman. Prince cursed viciously and came out of the field hospital to Commander Jojes. Captain Senott's office, he entered the door and heard the squadron leader of the squad counting the results.

In the tent, the candlelight flickered on the table, providing the room with a little light.

Here's that, except for Joe Jas. Captain Synott and his lieutenants, the rest were including Rheu. Captain Louberry, the captain of each squad of Lafitte's squad.

They were counting the results of today's battle, and judging from the results of the battle, although the losses of the Lafitte squad were heavy, the losses of the other flying teams on the side of the Entente were not small.

If we talk only about the results of the aerial dogfight, the Entente side was defeated. But when it comes to the purpose of the war, they have become a victory to prevent the bombardment of the Verdun area.

"Or no one in the war will really win at all!"

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As an artist, Norman. This sentence crossed Prince's mind, and then Rheu. Squadron Leader Lu Bairy's astonishing achievements of Tang Yunyang interrupted his thinking.

"Yes, speaking of which, it can be confirmed that Don shot down about four fighters, plus an airship, my God, this guy is such a devil......"

His surprised words were low as if he were speaking to himself, and then he asked everyone around him as if he remembered something.

"Without basic training, the first time he conducted an air battle, he became an ace pilot, is this guy the first?"

Commander Jojes. Captain Synott had a look of pity on his face, he tilted his head, his gaze slightly glazed, as if trying to read the papers on the table.

"There are no statistics on this, and as far as I've heard, this guy Don is about the first! If that's the case, I guess this guy should get several medals! ”

"He deserves it, I wish we could see this devil-like creature!"

Ruiwu. Squadron Leader Luberry tried to relax his tone as much as possible to reduce the feeling of regret for the disappearance of such a talented pilot.

"Now, let's go have a drink! Does anyone want to go with me? ”

The pilot's bar, which is a place for pilots to find trouble and fight in their spare time, is also a place to celebrate when they return from the war, and the biggest function at this time is to doubt their comrades.

Of course, the pilots are iron-blooded men, and they won't be remembered in the same way as Jane. Merlin's worries or tears.

Lafitte...... Lafitte ...... Lafitte ......"

The shouts of the flyers were loud, French, English, and a little weird Australian English, all so warm and friendly in the night after the war.

Victory in battle, although it was a crushing victory, but still a victory, felt like such a fire. The members of the Lafitte squad were the most decorated unit in this battle, and every one of their pilots was welcomed here.

Greetings, words of praise and compliments all expressed the respect of the Allied pilots for the heroes of this battle.

Bottles of liquor were placed in front of them, cheered on by continuous, enthusiastic roars. The pilots of Lafitte's squad, the darlings of the night, lifted their bottles one by one, craned their necks, and completed what was more difficult than flying.

Squadron Leader Rhewu. Louberry looked at the noise and shook his head absently.

He walked to his fixed seat every night, and he had always been arrogant, and he would never go to such a frenetic party. The task each night is to sit on a fixed seat with a fireplace on one side and an autoplayer on the other, and get yourself drunk in the company of Lion Whiskey.

When the first sip of the liquor entered the stomach, the cold smell that remained on the body until the return was finally dispelled.

As he sipped his wine, his eyes unconsciously looked ahead, as if he had returned to the tragic battlefield and sat with his friends who had died.

Above the clear blue sky, flying is a "Newburgh 11", and the emblem on the fuselage of the "Newburgh 11" is an iron eagle flashing with a bright steel color.

"This guy is the best and most amazing pilot I've ever seen! Alas, I hope he will come back alive, otherwise it would be a pity! ”