40? Did I hear me right? The best record of the British ace pilots in World War II during the Battle of Britain was 23, and the loudspeaker told me, who had never been on a plane, to kill 40 German planes!

You must know that German pilots and German fighters were very NB in the world at that time, and 40 planes was really an impossible task. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hey, let's go!"

A disgruntled roar rang out behind me, and I turned around to see 3 American soldiers standing behind me. They were supposed to be pilots from the United States to aid the British, and their uniforms had not yet had time to change.

"Sorry"

I hurriedly got out of the way, these American GIs had a bunch of bags, and the narrow aisle was really difficult to pass.

The place where I was a small barracks, with all kinds of tents crammed into a small area, which was supposed to be the zero-hour station for foreign pilots set aside by the British.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, hehe"

One of the U.S. pilots muttered as they passed me, and the other two laughed as they laughed, and the insult made me angry.

"Can you say that again? I didn't hear it," I still had a smile on my face.

"Yellow! Skin! Monkey! The American pilot stopped and said loudly word by word, with an expression on his face that could you do anything about it.

"Holy!"

I didn't think about knocking out the pilot who was speaking with a punch, and the other two people didn't come back to their senses for a while, staring at me blankly.

"Fakyu!"

Seeing that his companion's front teeth had fallen out, the two pilots who had come back to their senses threw down their packages and pounced.

I was not afraid at all after the intermediate reinforcement, and their attacks did not pose the slightest threat in my eyes. I dodged their punches left and right, and then quickly punched them in the stomach. The two pilots were like boiled shrimp, hunched over their waists, their faces full of cold sweat.

"Bang"

A palpitating sensation made me quickly dodge, I didn't expect the pilot who fell to the ground first to dare to shoot!

The gunfire also shocked the other two pilots, who also did not expect it to develop like this.

"Fakyu!"

The pilot who fired the shot touched the blood on his face, got up with a curse, aimed his pistol at me and wanted to shoot again!

Originally, I still collected some strength, but now I can't care so much about life and death. I didn't dodge, I rushed straight to them and slapped the wrist holding the gun, and the pistol fell to the ground. Then they attacked left and right, and the American GIs were stunned by me one by one before they had time to react.

"Hands up! Don't move! ”

When the British gendarmes in the barracks heard the gunshots, they rushed over and aimed their guns at me, the perpetrator. I couldn't survive the sight of a dozen guns, so I raised my hand and let the British take me away.

On the first day I arrived, I went into the confinement cell, and it swept through the barracks like a whirlwind. In particular, the brave deeds of me single-handedly overthrowing three American GIs made these idle soldiers talk about it.

I'm actually ready to face unfair treatment, after all, I beat the Americans on British soil, and although there are some dirty differences between the two countries, after all, the relationship is very deep. What I didn't expect was that when the gendarmes learned about my deeds, not only did they not embarrass me, but they were very enthusiastic about me, so they asked me to sign a notebook.

Regardless of the attitude of the top brassips, the soldiers below have a lot of resentment against the American GIs, to paraphrase the British soldiers:

"We didn't invite them to come, and they dragged them all like saviors, as if they were twenty-five or eighty-thousand. And like I haven't seen a woman in my eight lifetimes, the sows in the nearby town are all soaked by them."

The British side pretended to lock me up for three days and let me go, this confinement is actually much worse than the confinement I remember, in my opinion, it is a vacation, and it is no problem to stay for another week.

As soon as I got out of the confinement cell, I was surrounded by a group of gendarmes who had nothing to do, and in order to thank me for doing what they did not dare to do, they decided to invite me to a drink en masse.

There is a military home bar in the town, and the soldiers in the barracks often come here to drink and drink. A group of us walked in, and the faces of the soldiers inside changed drastically, and a few even sneaked towards the back door.

"Uncle Beard, why didn't you see Judy today?" Jack, the head of the gendarmerie, came to the bar and greeted the boss skillfully.

"I warn you, don't beat my daughter, she's only 16 years old, you brute!"

Looking at the bearded boss's excited expression, I was afraid that he would pull a shotgun out from under the bar.

"I'm not interested in children, but the other day I saw John from the First Flying Squadron sending flowers to Judy"

"I never believed what you said, did you come to drink today or did you come to arrest people?" Uncle Beard looked at Jack with an unkind expression.

"Of course it's drinking, I'll introduce you, the magic boy of the East, who overturned three Yankees by himself"

Jack enthusiastically introduced me to the bar owner, I looked at him speechlessly, this kid is not a thing, he can really find me trouble, I noticed that several Americans in the bar looked at me very unfriendly.

"Well, this glass of ale is my invitation to you, those bastards should have taught a lesson a long time ago" Uncle Beard seems to have a bad impression of the American GI, with the personality of the Yankee, it is impossible that he has not molested his precious daughter.

"Thank you!"

Jack and they were still chatting with Uncle Beard, I picked up my glass and sat down in a no-man's corner, I still liked the quiet bar in Wucheng compared to the noise here.

"Boy! I heard that you are very good at fighting! I'd like to see it! ”

A strong man with a group of people surrounded me, and their American English revealed their identity.

"Don't be verbose, you know what you want to do, let's go together!"

I just picked up the glass and smashed it in the strong man's face, and then kicked him away!

The American GIs around me beckoned to me with weapons such as wine bottles and stools, and I could hide if I could, and if I couldn't, I avoided the key points and resisted, and then fought back.

There are so many Americans that I can't keep my hands, as long as I get hit, it's basically two results. Either break a bone and fall to the ground, or faint. Fortunately, I still have some sense, and I didn't hit them, otherwise I would have died today.

A dozen GIs soon all fell to the ground, and Jack looked at me in surprise with a whistle in his mouth, and he looked very happy in amazement.

"My Bar !!"

Amid Uncle Beard's cries of grief, I was taken back to the confinement cell by Jack and the others, and it seemed that I would have to live for a while.

Soon the results came in, my confinement was extended by a week, and I had an extra group of roommates.

Jack and the others also happily moved in, happily telling me about the ugly faces of those American soldiers.

"You know, those Yankees found more than 20 people and wanted to wait for you to come out and teach you a lesson, and I stopped you for you," Jack looked at me with a blank expression.

"Then I have to thank you" The Yankees were very interested in getting into trouble with the fight, and it would have saved me a lot of trouble if Jack had really helped me stop it.

Feeling a little thirsty, I poured myself a glass of water and continued to listen to Jack's bragging.

"20 people want to beat you too, they are so whimsical, I told them you can fight at least 30"

"Poof"

"Why are you spraying me with water?"

Looking at Jack's puzzled expression, I want to shoot him!