I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France.

As soon as Charles arrived at the airport, he immediately caused quite a stir, and soldiers unconsciously surrounded him.

Perhaps someone informed him that the major who had previously received and laughed at Charles stumbled from his headquarters and ran to Charles. His voice stuttered due to nervousness: "Sir, sir... I'm very sorry. I'm sorry for what I said before." present……"

Charles had forgotten about this a long time ago. When he mentioned it, he recalled that he had indeed had an unpleasant experience when he got off the plane.

But Charles didn't have time to tell them this. He asked directly: "Have you been informed, Major?"

Ciel was referring to the matter of temporary command.

"Yes, of course!" the major stood up: "We obey your command, sir!"

He was smart enough to use the word "sir" instead of second lieutenant, otherwise it would have seemed a bit strange for a second lieutenant to command a major.

"What's your name?" Charles asked.

"Ferscher, sir!" The major had some fear in his eyes. When he received the notice, he was thinking that the purpose of Charles asking for the command of the airport was to retaliate against him, right?

Now it seems that there is no mistake in asking for the name directly.

"How many planes do you have?" Charles asked again.

"There are seven more, sir!" The major swallowed. Sure enough, he must have wanted to send me into the sky to collide with the Germans.

"Can I see these planes?" Charles glanced around, seeming to be looking for the planes.

"Yes, sir!" The major stepped aside, and then guided Charles towards the hangar with difficult steps.

When he saw the planes parked in the hangar, Charles was disappointed. Most of them were "Pigeon" monoplanes, and there were only two "Avro" biplanes. Including the one Charles was on, there were only three. .

"That's all?" Charles asked.

"Yes, sir!"

Charles took a few steps and asked, "Where is the pilot who brought me here?"

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In the soldiers' dormitory, the pilot of Charles was very drunk. He fell on the bed with no clothes on and snored loudly. There were several wine bottles and half-eaten pieces of bread scattered around him. The air around him was filled with alcohol and acid. Stink.

"Sir!" Major Fisher frowned after smelling the smell: "I suggest you change to another pilot. I can arrange one for you..."

"No, no need!" Charles replied.

When Charles flew from Paris, he could feel the skill of this drunken pilot. While others were flying the plane, he enjoyed flying. Charles even felt that he had become one with the plane. The plane seemed to be a pair of wings that he had grown. Even though he was always drunk.

"Uncle, uncle?" Charles pushed the pilot.

Finally, the pilot wiped his saliva and opened his eyes. He stared at Charles blankly for a while, and then he remembered him: "Oh, it's you, little one! Are we finally going back?"

Then he sat up and said, "Sorry, I'll be fine soon!"

As he spoke, he rummaged around in his pockets. If he didn't find anything, he rummaged through the wine bottle and the quilt.

"Are you looking for this?" Charles took the wine bottle from the bedside and shook it. There was still a bottom layer left in it and it made a little sound.

"Oh, yes!" The pilot took the flask, unscrewed the lid without saying a word, tilted his neck, drank it all, and then said with satisfaction: "Okay, let's go back to Paris!"

He became energetic as he spoke, as if the wine he had just drank gave him energy.

"Sorry, uncle!" Charles replied: "We won't go back to Paris for the time being!"

The pilot said "hmm" and immediately became groggy again: "Then...when you want to go back, tell me...just..."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly fell onto the bed again.

"Uncle, uncle!" Charles hurriedly supported the pilot, and Major Fisher also came to help: "Can you do me a favor?"

The pilot seemed to be more awake, but he and Charles were not on the same channel at all. He said "Uh-huh" twice, and although he could barely sit still, he still entered a half-asleep state, muttering vaguely: " I heard you are Ciel, little one? The famous one... what bastard sent you here?"

Charles replied: "It's you, uncle!"

The pilot's reaction was slow for a moment, and the next second he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Charles: "Hey, little guy, this is not a small crime! I am just hired by the military to be your pilot, and no one else is willing to do it. Taking this task, they know the danger and are unwilling to sacrifice their lives for 20 francs..."

"Why did you answer it?" Charles asked curiously.

The pilot said "hehe" and sat upright, and replied: "This is not dangerous to me. I have done more dangerous things!"

"Were you a soldier?" Charles asked.

Then I felt something was wrong. The danger of flying a plane seemed to have little to do with whether I had served in the military.

There was a hint of melancholy in the pilot's eyes. He seemed reluctant to answer the question. He just hummed and asked, "Tell me, little guy, what do you want me to do?"

"Do you know 'Big Bertha'?" asked Charles.

"I didn't know it before, but I know it now!" The pilot raised his head toward the east, where the main force of the German army was located, and the "Big Bertha" was deployed in that direction to bomb the Wavre Fortress.

The pilot complained: "The sound of its guns always wakes me up!"

Fisher rolled his eyes, this guy hasn't woken up since he got here.

"As long as you blow it up, it won't bother you!" Charles said, casually taking a towel and handing it to him.

The pilot said "hmm", took the towel and wiped his face, then suddenly realized something and stopped what he was doing: "You don't want me to blow up Big Belsa, do you?"

Major Fisher was also stunned. He cast a shocked look at Charles. It turned out that it was not to retaliate against him, but to blow up "Big Belsa"!

But how to blow it up?

Use a plane to hit it?

The pilot might have thought so too. After all, what else can blow up "Big Belsa" except hitting it with a plane? .

The pilot was stunned for a while, smiled bitterly, and said in a rather desolate tone: "That's going to kill you, little guy! However, I accept this mission, but I have a condition!"

"What condition?" Charles asked.

The pilot raised his head and looked directly into Charles' eyes and said, "Buy my aircraft manufacturing plant!"

"You have an aircraft manufacturing plant?" Charles looked at the pilot in disbelief.

The pilot nodded slowly, his tone full of sadness and helplessness:

"This is nothing to brag about, Lieutenant! I owe the bank 350,000 francs."

"At first I only borrowed 10,000 or 20,000, but no one was willing to buy my plane, so I borrowed more and more!"

"Now I can't even pay the interest... After you know this, are you still willing to buy it?"

Charles understood.

This is an entrepreneur persecuted by bank capitalists. He is on the verge of collapse and even willing to sacrifice his life for some benefits.

Thanks to Beiyang Duohaojie and Altria S Pendragon for the reward!