In the tent of the field hospital, the heads of some people popped up almost at the same time, looking at the sky together.

A number of pull-in Newburghs with machine guns mounted on top of the upper wing were flying back, several of them emitting black smoke. There was a plane that had already reached the airfield, but was dragging black smoke, and suddenly tongues of fire appeared.

In an instant, a small figure fell from the sky, accompanied by the exclamations and sighs of regret from the people nearby.

Mike on the side. Lang sighed.

"Oh my God, he's such an unlucky fellow."

As the planes fell to the ground, the stretcher soldiers, whether they were ground staff or field hospitals, desperately ran towards the airport. Almost at the same time, sirens sounded at the airport, followed by a large group of planes with iron crosses marking the Newburgh planes.

But there was no Falk in it. The figure of EIII, which reminded Tang Yunyang of the running materials he had read on the Internet in the past, that in order to keep the secret from falling into the hands of the Entente, the Luftwaffe did not allow Fokker to be equipped with a firing coordinator. EIII flies over the battlefield centerline.

"Boom...... Da Da Da ...... Slap, slap ......"

Anti-aircraft guns in the sandbag office began to fire, and smoke rose over the airfield. Some machine guns and riflemen were also raining bullets into the sky. However, this did not prevent these enemy aircraft from strafing the Newburgh aircraft that had landed and the facilities on the airfield.

Tang Yunyang threw down the plate that had not been completely wiped clean and ran towards the planes that were still falling, still smoking, of course, he didn't just go over to take a look.

In the sky, the sound of machine gun fire could be heard. On the ground not far in front of Tang Yunyang, who was running, the dust dragged out by two bullets forced him all the way, and several people in front of him were knocked to the ground.

Although Tang Yunyang already regretted his "impulsive" behavior at the moment, he still tried to run forward, and from time to time used flexible tactical movements to dodge strafing.

What he didn't know was that not far behind him, the base commander who had taken refuge in sandbags due to strafing from the plane, was also a flight instructor for Lafitte's squad, French Colonel Jogers. Sennot, holding up his binoculars to look at him.

He saw the one that had been replaced by Mike. The Chinese brought by Lang was frantically facing the rain of bullets scattered by the sky at this moment, rushing towards the plane that had just landed, and his eyes kept tracking the back of the Chinese.

"This kid...... He must be a soldier, but what kind of soldier is he? ”

Doubts in Jojes. Between the corners of Sennot's mouth, a pop up.

When Tang Yunyang ran to the front of the plane, the pilot had already rolled off the plane, and one of his heels fell next to the plane, and a large stream of blackened blood came from the side of his neck under his crooked head and neck.

Tang Yunyang, who has learned the knowledge of system first aid, of course understands what this means, if he is allowed to bleed again, then his life will definitely be lost.

", it's veins!"

Tang Yunyang cursed in his mouth, and at the same time reached out to pull his collar, and a stream of black blood rushed out with an unpleasant smell and iron smell. As soon as he stretched out his finger and pressed the vein, he raised his body and looked around, shouting loudly in English: "Help...... Doctor ......".

Tang Yunyang's English level is quite poor, except for some phrases that have to be learned related to tasks, the rest is just a few curse words learned from film and television works, which everyone must know what they are.

It was the beautiful military doctor who "gave alms" to Tang Yunyang with food with two single soldiers, and Tang Yunyang didn't know how to say the word "vein" in English, so he had to use his other hand to gesture towards his vein.

The beautiful military doctor glanced at him with some surprise, and with the sound of the enemy planes constantly diving, the look of surprise in her eyes quickly receded, and it was obvious that now was not the time to express surprise.

The main targets of the German planes' attack on the airfield were the Newburgh planes they were pursuing, and after a round of strafing, they left the area under anti-aircraft fire and machine gun fire.

When Tang Yunyang helped another injured French pilot to the medical department, to his surprise, there were already people waiting for him.

Norman. Prince, the son of a Boston banker and a Harvard graduate, came to visit Mike. Lang's.

He had a round face under his black hair, and his eyes were small and almost squinted together by the fat on his face, as if he was always calculating the money in other people's pockets.

Despite his "businessman" face, and despite the fact that he studied business administration at Harvard, he actually liked the art of painting, which was one of the reasons why his father sent him to fight in France.

He doesn't like people of color that much, but a few months of teammate life also made him interested in Mike. Lang, this slightly lighter-skinned and nimble-minded guy is quite interested.

At this moment, he was completely overwhelmed by Mike. The rather delicate-looking helmet in Lang's hand was completely appealing to Mike. Lang had to look at it a few times in his hand, and he had to admit that he had never seen such a hat, especially the hat that he couldn't tell what material it was made of.

The hat was flipped twice in his hand, and he was reluctant to put it down.

"Mike, nice hat, how about selling it to me? I can give you a good price! ”

"Oh, nice offer, I'm interested. But do you think I can sell you what doesn't belong to me? ”

Teasing this guy who is rich and looks down on people of color, it's Mike. Lang has a little bad taste. Take advantage of Norman. The look of disappointment on Prince's face, he added at the same time.

"Of course, if you want to buy it, maybe I can figure it out for you! And ......"

Mike. Lang suddenly thought that this guy was very rich! If he wanted to make a fortune with the future things in Tang Yunyang's head, this might be a rare opportunity!

Mike. Lang watched Norman attentively. The look on Prince's face.

“…… And, can we do some bigger business? Are you interested? ”

Norman, who had little interest in doing business. Prince's round face showed an expression of disinterest, and he shook his head, "Now?" Honestly, I don't have much interest in business! ”

Seeing his "business" fail, this is not Mike. Lang's style, he pretended to sigh.

Do you really think so? Oh my God Almighty! Is it heaven that we are destined to be beaten down like flies by the Germans all the time? ”

Norman. Prince's round face showed a look of confusion, and his little eyes were fixed on Mike. Lang's face said, "Oh my God, Mike, what's going on in your head!" ”

Mike. Lang happened to look up and saw Tang Yunyang, who had just approached with the French pilot, and he turned his head to Norman. Prince pointed his finger at his head, then squeezed his eyes.

"Dollars, all green dollars, trust me, I like you as much as I like it! Well, think about my proposal, maybe you will be interested! ”