It is estimated that no one can imagine that the pilots who are still flying in the sky will look like this when two men who are flying the plane in the air, as if they are dancing an elegant waltz, when a "fist fight" breaks out when they fall to the ground.

While swinging his old fist vigorously, he hit the other party's face, so that he could no longer call himself a "beautiful man", and scolded a foul language that even a slightly more elegant man could not listen to.

In just a few moments, the two guys were covered in mud.

Eventually, the two tired guys lay on all fours, panting and basking in the warmer sun by noon. Although one was beaten into a panda eye, and the other had a blue eye and a nose burst, it was enough to be relieved that the two guys who were exhausted and only gasping for breath were no longer cursing.

When it was time to lie on the ground in the sun with a face covered in sweat, Richthofen was not angry.

He had already decided that if he returned to the base, he would also paint Tang Yunyang on the nose of his plane as his own record. Originally, if it weren't for morality, this guy who got into the "death trap" would definitely become his own record.

Thinking of this, Richhotefen's mood is not to mention how good it is, the "Satanic Eagle" has been "beaten" from the sky by him. He was going to comfort himself after a long day's hard work, and reached into his arms to take out the other things that he thought about most often besides flying. Moreover, in the courtesy of the nobles who deserved to be praised, he flew towards Tang Yunyang with his hand.

"Give!"

Tang Yunyang, who was also fond of cigar smoke, took the cigar and struggled to get up half of his body and reach into his pocket. Since the other gentleman provided cigars, should I also provide matches for the two of them in fairness?

Tang Yunyang took out a match from his bosom, swiped it on Richthofen's body, and lit cigars for the two of them.

Sunshine, cigars, if this were not a war, then life would be a good thing. If you can go for a beer together and disturb the beautiful bar girl by the way after the fight, then this is a friend to make.

When two people are lying on the ground enjoying cigars, they already regard each other as their friends. Although the air battles in the sky were still in full swing, and from time to time the planes of the Allied or German flying teams were smashed into a ball of torches and fell, this did not affect them who had become friends to some extent.

Like most pilots at this time, the war was less closely tied to them when they hit the ground, in the words of the pilots.

"I don't hate them, especially when we fall to the ground. As for participating in the war, the reason is simple, because I love flying! ”

This is the voice of most pilots.

Most of the pilots who participated in World War I were volunteers, and most of them joined the Air Force because they loved flying, or because they thought that adventuring in the sky was something that most people at the time would not even dare to think about. Think about it, isn't venturing in the sky more in line with this group of people who are not very comfortable on the ground and looking for excitement everywhere!

The reason is the same as above, two guys who had just finished fighting in the sky and fighting in the ground, and lay down in the ground and talked while the war was suspended.

At this time, their attitude of conversation is as if they are chatting with friends in their base, and the topic is naturally inseparable from the love of flying, fighting skills, the amount of alcohol they boast about, and the fantasy mistress and the countless ** who admire them.

No one will be serious, these conversations are nothing more than the embellishment of the sun.

During the war, it is impossible for any kind of leisurely state to last long. Soon, with the arrival of the French search team, the happy moment after the two had just finished the "land battle" ended, and by this time the cigar in their hands had not been burned.

Tang Yunyang, who wanted his subordinates to take Richthofen away, patted the dirt on his body and said the following to the officer who led the search team.

"No, I said no, my officer. Apparently there's one thing you're mistaken, this one looks ...... Not...... I'm sorry, but I'm sorry for hitting your eyes and popping your nose. Did you see that, Mr. Officer, I had to pay a lot of money to catch him! ”

Saying that, Tang Yunyang pointed his finger at his panda eyes, as if to prove that he really paid a lot of price in order to obtain this captive.

"But...... But ......"

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The French second lieutenant was obviously a little overwhelmed by Tang Yunyang, after all, it was not common for a pilot to fall from the sky and capture a prisoner with his own hands.

"Don't be my officer, I must take this captive back to the base of our Lafitte squad, or what do you think I am doing flying down from the sky? Why, do you think that the capture of a prisoner by a valiant pilot rushing down from the sky seems to you so unbelievable? ”

"Well, it's really uncommon! And ......"

The French officer hesitated for a moment, and the fact that the prisoner in his hand was handed over to a fellow who could lie down with the enemy and smoke a cigar made him think a little.

"Alright, well, my friend, Your Excellency the Honorable Officer, I will mention in my report the outstanding bravery of you and your men in this great battle to capture enemy pilots!"

Tang Yunyang came to the officer, grabbed the officer's shoulder like a good friend, reached out and took out a cigar from Richthofen's arms and stuffed it into the officer's hand, and kindly lit a fire for him.

"I said, Mr. Officer, you have also seen that the battle in the sky is still fierce, and my time is still very precious, so I cannot continue to talk with you, although I believe you know very well that it is a great honor for me to talk to you. If nothing else, I think I'll have to go back to the battlefield and fly my duty for France. ”

"If so, I also think you should go back to the war as soon as possible, it's a serious matter, and I hope we'll be able to meet again, besides, your captive cigar tastes good!"

"Okay, okay, this is what he strongly asked me to send you on his behalf as a sign of respect for you......"

Tang Yunyang couldn't help but take out his remaining cigar from Richthofen's arms and stuffed it into the hands of the French second lieutenant.

"If you don't have anything else to do......"

As he spoke, Tang Yunyang tilted his head towards his plane. His eyes looked at the French lieutenant with hope, as if he were anxious to return to the war for the safety and freedom of France.