"Buzz!"

The stick biplane staggered back again.

In full view, it tumbled again, and then dragged the red tail smoke away.

Fly away!

Let's go!

“……。”

The presenter's jaw is about to be dislocated.

However, now is not the time to scold, otherwise the salary received will be deducted by the bastard of the organizing committee.

After a few dry laughs, he said:

"For the first time in my life, I felt as steady as a turtle at the air show. Thanks to the baton pilots, if all the aerobatic teams were like you, the guys at the insurance company would have to find new jobs. ”

"Shh

The audience made disdainful voices.

Some guys who drank too much simply ran outside the stick exhibition area.

He gave his middle finger to the members of the pavilion who nodded their heads.

"What about you, big pie face, you can't fly and roll back, it's just polluting my eyes."

"Have the environmental department inspect the exhaust of these guys, and I think there's something wrong with that smoke cartridge."

"I'm feeling dizzy too, these bastards must have put toxic substances."

"By the way, the stick always said that the world is theirs. The Black Death of the Middle Ages, wouldn't these guys be demons! ”

This accusation was made in various dialects, and the sticks did not understand it.

However, the faces of foreigners will still be seen.

All of them were fierce, and they almost dragged people out and beat them violently.

"I'm really sorry, please forgive me, it's all our fault."

The head of the stick pavilion trembled with his legs.

But he had no way to escape, but to ask for forgiveness from the audience.

"It's not my fault!"

The director of the stick exhibition garden let out a mournful roar.

The "Boeing Stillman 75" exhibited this time has a history of more than half a century, and it is not easy to fly one or two laps.

In normal times, this should not attract scolding, and even get some applause.

But that group of losers in Huaxia actually used the precious "Hurricane" fighter jet to fly stunts, didn't this cost people's lives?

The director of the exhibition garden really wanted to cry without tears.

He only hoped that those foreigners would be raised for the sake of the weak.

"Isn't there an air show?"

More spectators gathered outside the organizing committee's office, pointing at a few reception staff and shouting.

According to the program, the long-awaited air show should be next.

But after waiting for a long time, the sky was still empty.

The audience, who had already been fooled once by the stick, immediately threw fire on the heads of the organizing committee.

"What should I do?"

The people in the organizing committee didn't expect things to come to this, but they couldn't help it.

Reston had just contacted the Frenchman who was supposed to perform, and the guys reported that the plane was out of order.

"Hell, plane breakdowns, you unreliable bastards."

Reston scolded with a grim face.

According to the program, the French were supposed to fly a "Spad. XIII "Single-seat biplane fighter with aerobatics over the venue.

In April 1917, "Spard. The prototype of the XIII "made its first flight.

It was the time of the defeat of the Anglo-French army, so "Spard. XIII "was immediately ordered by the French military.

At first, it carried out reconnaissance missions, and as the war became more and more intense, "Spader. XIII" was also thrown into battle.

Due to the fact that the exterior of the fuselage is completely covered with skin, and the 220 hp Hispano engine is used, "Spade. XIII "surpassed other fighters of the same era.

The outstanding performance was not only loved by French pilots, but also by the "Lafayette" flight squadron composed of Citi volunteers.

And in that era, its enemy was the famous "Fokker Dr-1" triplane.

Originally, the organizing committee's script was, "Spad. XIII flew alone for 3 minutes, and then a "Fokker Dr-1" swooped down from a high altitude, and the two sides engaged in a simulated air battle.

This is also a gimmick of this aviation festival, and it has even been hyped up.

"Ask the French, when will it be repaired?"

Reston asked unwillingly.

At this time, there are no more than two reasons for the boycott.

The Huaxia pilots flew too well, performing behind them, God bless if they were not scolded, and they dared to expect praise from the audience.

It's better to stagger the time and save yourself a bunch of notoriety.

Another is to take the opportunity to increase the price.

Now that the economy in Europe is sluggish, many events have been cancelled due to lack of money, which has deprived aerobatic teams of their survival.

Now, the organizing committee of the aviation festival is in a dilemma, and those who are hungry for profit will of course have to knock on the stroke.

However, Reston will not let these people get their way.

To meet one requirement, there will be a myriad of requirements to be met.

The organizing committee's funds are limited and simply cannot afford it.

"The French said that the plane's engine was faulty and it couldn't fly today."

Hearing the news, Reston snorted coldly and said:

"Let the Maozi pilots in the back pick it up and tell those French that they will no longer be welcomed by the aviation festival organizing committee."

There are still cards at hand to play, what can the French do, Mao Zi is flying the real original Yak-7 fighter.

And, as long as they drink a few sips of vodka, they fly more than anyone else.

"Mr. Reston, Mao Zi also announced the failure of the plane. Their Yak-7 fighter jet, has been towed back to the hangar! ”

Hearing the words of his subordinates, Reston was so angry that his face turned blue.

It is not surprising that the Gallic chickens forgot their righteousness.

But even Maozi, who has always been straightforward, flinched, which is very strange.

"Check, what the hell is going on?"

Reston yelled.

This is definitely someone stumbling, but he pondered for a long time, and he couldn't guess who did it.

Just when he was at a loss, a staff member rushed into the office and shouted:

"Mr. Reston, Lin Chao, the director of the Huaxia Pavilion, is at the airport, and he is using a trailer to tow away the French and Russian planes."

Hearing this, Reston jumped up and yelled:

"What the hell is going on?"

The staff member was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and was stunned for a few seconds before he said cautiously:

"When I came, Director Lin Chao had already purchased 6 World War I planes from the French air show team, as well as Maozi's Lager-3, Yak-7, and Yak-9."

"Fack!"

Reston said through gritted teeth.

No wonder so many people quit the show, it turned out to be this damn guy digging into the wall.

"Fack!"

Reston didn't care about his demeanor either, and rushed out of the office with a roar.

The audience gathered outside was stunned all of a sudden.

"Shet!"

Reston cursed again.

He turned and rushed back to his office, grabbed a baseball bat and rushed back out the door.

"Ahh

The protesting spectators were so frightened that they kept backing away.

They didn't expect that the well-dressed guy in front of them would be so vicious.

Reston raised the baseball bat in his hand, pointed at the men and shouted:

"Get out!"

"Yikes!"

The onlookers were so frightened that their buttocks were urinating, and they all ran away with a shout.

Reston threw away the baseball bat in his hand, straightened his tie, and said coldly:

"Prepare the car, I want to talk to Director Lin Chao."