"Cheers, we are victorious!" After winning the second battle, and still neatly, everyone was quite excited.

Especially Jose, when he listened to Cyric's analysis and looked at this place as a trap, Jose was still a little doubtful, everything is Cyric's guess, where is such a god!

And now, Jose finally believes that this Cyric is simply amazing, there will be nothing to predict!

Now, at the celebration party, Jose is holding a wine glass and looking at Cyrek. While celebrating, he asks: "General Cyrek, why are you so sure that the Soviets will come?"

"Actually, I'm not entirely sure." Cyric said: "No one is 100% sure about commanding a battle. As long as it is 50% or 40%, you can try it."

This person turned out to be a gambler! Jose couldn't help but think in his heart.

"I don't know if you believe in luck." Cyric said: "In short, I do, because I have been very lucky for all these years, as if I had an intuition, maybe, lucky. Take care of the god."

呸! What kind of magic stick! Cyric was also disgusted with his performance at this time.

Actually, Cyrek is not completely sure. He is ready. The Soviets may not come, or it will take a few days to come. Who would have thought that the Soviets would give face to him? That afternoon, I was enthusiastic about revenge.

However, Cyric must do this now. He wants to convince Jose, make Jose be superstitious, and then fall into the trap he carefully designed step by step.

This is also for the consideration of the future situation in Spain. That Franco is an absolute powerist, and his later performance in history has also disappointed Cyric.

Hearing what Cyric said, Jose was thoughtful. He knew Cyric. It seems that this person has always been a strong motorist.

"I also know that you are also a very prosperous person, and your future achievements will be limitless." Cyric said, holding up the wine glass.

Hearing this, Jose's body shook suddenly. He raised his glass to Cyric: "General Cyric, thank you for your kind words."

The two drank the wine in the cup. Then, I glanced at each other, as if seeing more from the other person's eyes.

"Sorry, I can't continue to accompany you. This time the Condor Legion has achieved a brilliant victory. I need to go back and report to General Franco on today's battle. General Franco will be very happy." Jose said .

Watching Jose's departure, Cyric continued to pour a glass of wine.

"General, I toast you." A new young face appeared in front of Cyric's eyes.

"Werner, today's performance is really good." Cyrek recognized the person in front of him at a glance: "I have a hunch, your results will soon accumulate to 10, 20, or even 100. Let's Let’s talk about it first. When it’s 100, you won’t be allowed to fly into the air."

Werner's face was extremely excited. He didn't expect that after only a few days, General Cyric would remember himself firmly, and he knew his military exploits.

Germany's first trump card, of course Cyric knew it. It can be said that Cyric knew all the pilots in these condor regiments.

Why did you come to Spain this time? In addition to training soldiers, it also accumulates power! After this operation, a large number of people in the Air Force have been enthralled. These people in front of you will be senior commanders of the Air Force in the future. If you control them, you will control the German Air Force!

When you get Goering down in the future, these people will fully support themselves!

"Listening to your words, I really want to kill the enemy right away, and I am afraid that I will shoot down too many enemy planes. You have hidden me." Werner said, he is not humble. Today, he has accumulated 3 results.

The wine in the glass was drunk, and then the alcohol, Werner gave Cyrek his opinion: "General, in the sky today, I tried my best and couldn’t directly destroy the Soviet bomber. We The weapons of the aircraft are too backward. Only the 7.92mm machine gun is not enough. We need more firepower. We need a large-caliber cannon!"

"Okay, no problem." Cyric immediately agreed: "You write a report, I will sign my name, and then hand it to Berlin."

Cyric signed Werner’s report. After arriving in Berlin, Werner will definitely be highly regarded. Werner suddenly became even more excited. The closest person around the head of state is really easy to get along with!

This Spanish Civil War, for Germany, was a training session that exposed the equipment problems of the German army. Cyric had known for a long time that, with the support of Goering, the firepower of the BF109 was indeed weak~www .novelhall.com~In the history of later generations, the BF109 was replaced with a 20mm cannon in the later improved models, and finally no longer worried about the power of the cannon.

For the extremely sturdy four-round heavy bombardment of the B-17, the MG151/20 cannon can shoot down with an average of 25 rounds. It takes 18 to 20 rounds to shoot down the other four-round heavy bombs, and the single-engine fighter will have to kiss if it takes 4 rounds. The earth is gone.

Today, if Werner’s plane had such a weapon, there would be no need to catch blindly, and it would be able to kill the opponent with up to ten shots.

Of course, this cannon also has a tortuous story.

Regardless of that, when the report goes up, someone will naturally be responsible for the trouble.

"General, I offer you a glass." Another pilot came over.

"Hans, you did a great job today, you used Stuka to defeat an Iraqi-16, it's really beautiful!" Cyric said.

It was Hans, and when he heard Cyric's words, he was also excited.

One pilot, another pilot, came to toast Cyric, and Cyric was always willing to come, and being able to accurately tell everyone's record made everyone extremely excited.

Through this victory, Cyric has successfully subdued them. Sometimes, just one look, one encouragement, and one smile are enough to buy someone.

"General, I also want to toast you a glass, you are on the antiaircraft artillery position, fighting with us, we admire you." The pilots are over, and the antiaircraft artillery comes up.

Tonight, regardless of rank or type of work.

Holding the binoculars, he kept calm until the Soviets' plane was pulled up, and the one who ordered the gun to fire was Cyrek! In today's battle, everyone respected him very much!