"There are quite a lot of people participating in the test. It's hard to believe that the Germans are so passionate and believe that miracles will happen!"

Several flying dips were hovering in the sky, chasing each other endlessly. Tang Xiaoan didn't need to look up, but he could hear that those were just exported flying dips from the Chinese Federation.

"My dear Miss Vivian, it's not just you French who are passionate!"

Vivian turned his face and turned his eyes on him, as if he was blaming him for having too much preference for the Germans.

"I really don't understand. Can't you do it in France if you want to receive training on the battlefield? You must come to Germany..."

Once again, he was so close to the plane, and listening to the familiar sounds of the engines, Tang Xiaoan was in a obviously good mood.

"Do you know, there are probably no pilots from another country in this world except the Chinese Federation. They can compare with German pilots in terms of quality!"

Vivian frowned, as if dissatisfied with his lack of gentlemanly modesty virtues.

"Your father has many advantages, but you have learned this shortcoming without being gentleman. Fortunately, I can't listen to your long-winded words. Please be killed by someone else in the air so that I can get rid of this boring chore!"

After getting off the car, Tang Xiaoan had already determined his career as a fighter pilot since he was 6 years old, rather than a pilot who drove a passenger plane or a cargo plane.

"Goodbye Vivian, I'm afraid that even if I don't die in the battle in the years to come, meeting again will probably be the time for me to return to the Chinese Federation! Goodbye!"

After saying that, he ignored Vivian's complaining eyes and closed the car door with satisfaction.

Pilot selection is being performed in almost all airports in Germany, which is probably the craziest move.

Those allowed to participate include those who think they have high fighting ability. Looking at their young and proud eyes, Tang Xiaoan thought that he was not much different from them.

The airport is full of heads of all colors, and the gendarmes who maintain order have already been troubled by this disobedient guy.

The rules are constantly playing on the radio and telling newcomers what to do.

"Newcomers please go to the identity verification office on the left side of the gate to exclude it. You need to provide proof of identity, health... certificates. Qualified people are required to report to the lottery office and conduct basic qualification inspection..."

When Germans do things, they are serious and meticulous. Registration - basic qualification inspection - fight.

The result is that if you can defeat those excellent pilots, you can directly enter the elite squad. Otherwise, they will go through a difficult career in the aviation school until they grow into excellent pilots.

Here we have to say that the Chinese Association has indeed penetrated into all aspects of this country.

Tang Xiaoan's proof documents, including the proof of blood, are all complete and accurate. There is no chance to doubt it. He has just arrived in Germany.

When his hand drawing lots out of the bag, the officer here laughed.

"Haha, boy, you're lucky! Look, this guy's opponent is Lieutenant Hans Traffort. I want to believe that this little bastard is going to study in the aviation school. 10 to 1, who do you bet with me?"

The other party's ridicule caused the bad temper factor that Tang Xiaoan developed in the hands of the godfather Richthofen in the air the day after tomorrow to explode with excessive attention to dignity.

“100:1, I win!”

After saying that, Tang Xiaoan took out his wallet from his pocket, and the stack of banknotes indicated that he came from a wealthy family.

"Mr. Liszt, maybe you don't know that Captain Hans Traffort is one of our youngest ace pilots...!"

Heinrich von Liszt was the name that Tang Xiaoan should have used when he was in Germany. Although he could not use his father's duke lineage name, there was a "Feng" in his name that represented a nobleman, which could conceal his Chinese federal jazz style.

"Is that so? To be honest, you scared me. I think it's better to let us all fly once, and maybe there will be a result!"

While talking, Tang Xiaoan had already begun to wear familiar flying equipment from the Chinese Federation.

We know that Hermann Goering's air fleet is the most elite unit among German air strike forces.

The essence of the Luftwaffe is that there are very few people in the "star squad" loaded by the air aircraft carrier. The rest are just other squadrons that carry out subsequent air support at the nearby airport.

They did not use Feidi-z from the Chinese Federation. According to the original agreement, the Chinese Federation only provided fighter jets on air aircraft carriers. The German military guaranteed that those aircraft would not be used elsewhere.

If you treat this air fleet as your favorite guy, Hermann Gorene, you will naturally put all the elites in the entire Luftwaffe.

With this aerial force, Hermann Goring's aerial power can completely blow the opponent's airport out of the 100-kilometer range of the Vi-S missile.

It was not difficult for him to wear this kind of flight suit that was common in the Chinese Federation. At least when he was in the Whampoa Military Academy, this kind of training was just the most basic one.

The person holding the stopwatch in his hand carefully recorded the time he was wearing.

"Well, you have a lot of knowledge. Many people don't know how to wear this kind of flight suit from the East, and they end up being eliminated into the aviation school!"

The speaker looks very young, of course this is compared to the 19-year-old. Perhaps because of Tang Xiaoan's excellent test scores this time, he stretched out his hand.

"Hiinz Barr, Mr. Liszt, I'm glad to know you!"

Tang Xiaoan is welcome to those who are willing to be friends. Tang Xiaoan must convince them to those who launch the challenge.

He reached out and shook his hand with him friendly, and asked about his plane casually.

"When will I get my own plane? If I can, I want to get familiar with it!"

The guy who was in charge of the registration turned his eyes and looked at him, thinking he was worried about the quality of the plane.

"Don't worry, those are the world's first-class aircraft, I don't think you know..."

"Hmph, listen to the sound of their engines, they are just export-type Feidi from the Federation of China. The performance is pretty good, but they are not as good as Feidi-z of the Federation of China. Those guys are the sharp knives in the air!"

The person who signed up had a smile on his face, but Tang Xiaoan could already see that his biting back teeth were trying to restrain his temper.

"It's all good planes, it depends on your ability!"

He picked up a roll of money that everyone bets in his hand, shook it in front of him, with a sarcastic and malicious smile on his face.

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-------------------------------------"coffee……!"

Just like the Lafitte team during World War I, those excellent pilots still pay great attention to the enjoyment of life.

This is the same thing as the Spartan spirit that German air force fighter pilots pay attention to. Their debauchery and pursuit of life enjoyment are often called playboys by officers.

Friends who are familiar with World War II may know that the number of enemy aircraft that have been shot down in this world, and even the top few are owned by the Luftwaffe.

Regardless of whether the purpose of the war is correct or whether the goal they pursue is fair, their aerial fighting ability is obviously much higher than that of pilots from other countries.

Moreover, in international struggles, are there any other goals besides the fundamental goal of resource competition? Please do not naively divide international wars into good or bad, or justice and reaction.

"Young man, have you seen it? He is your opponent!"

Perhaps Heinz Barr is very optimistic about Tang Xiaoan and just joined the 1:10 bet on his winning handicap. Although his somewhat sad ratio shows that this is a smart guy.

Tang Xiaoan saw his opponent. He had just brought his coffee. He was still wearing a full set of flight suits, and the plane where his propeller was still spinning was naturally taken care of by the ground crew.

His narrowed eyes and the twill patterns on both sides of his nose can easily make people misunderstand that he is always smiling.

"Captain Hans Traffort, it is my honor to see you!"

As the youngest ace pilot, pride is probably the emotion he has always had. Facing Tang Xiaoan, he stretched out his hand and did not hold it.

"Hiinz, is he my next opponent? Oh my god, let me finish these stupid games sooner! Do we, the stupid Air Force Admiral, really think that there are better fighter pilots hidden in ordinary people than us?"

After saying that, he turned his head and grinned at Tang Xiaoan, probably saying hello. He couldn't see that this beautiful young man in front of him had any extraordinary abilities to join his Green Heart Squadron.

"Mr. Captain, I have a request. If I defeat you, can I have my own squad, and I like to use my own machine badge!"

Hearing this extremely arrogant "request", Hans Traffor put down the coffee cup in his hand, probably trying to take a closer look at his next opponent.

The following words were still directed at Heinz Barr, and he ignored Tang Xiaoan at all.

"I like this bold little bastard, Heinz, do you say we should agree to his request?"

Heinz Barr laughed and stood attentively.

"My respectable squadron leader, I listen to you all, and I bet him at 1:10!"

Hans Traffor stopped his approaching and watched Tang Xiaoan give orders to his subordinates.
Chapter completed!