"Yeah! OK! Since you all want to fight, then fight!"

After listening carefully to their angry words, Eisenhower smiled calmly.

"Oh! Why are you so easy for us to deal with the Germans? Don't you have to report to President Roosevelt? Commander?"

Carl Andrew Spatz was easily dealt with and said in shock.

"Oh! I am now the commander of the US military on the European battlefield and the commander of the Allied Forces on the North African battlefield! So I believe I still have the right to make a decision on such a small matter! Moreover, our Eskimo operations are also in a hurry, so we cannot disrupt our deployment for the German army!"

"And in order to pave the way for Sicily landing operations, we must seize Panteleria Island! Besides, you are right. Our 12th Bomber Team cannot be sacrificed in vain, and no one avenged them!"

Eisenhower shrugged and said indifferently.

"Then we really send a large-scale air force to fight back against the Germans!"

Carl Andrew Spatz looked at each other in disbelief and said nervously.

"Go! Go! Are you both afraid that they dare not go?"

Eisenhower waved at the two of them, while continuing to put his attention back to his desk; he said impatiently from various materials.

"Who is afraid of those German guys! Let's go now! You are waiting for our good news!"

Upon hearing this, Carl Andrew Spatz and Arthur Travers Harris both said angrily.

"Um!"

Eisenhower agreed softly, and did not pay attention to their reactions.

Seeing this, the expressions on Carl Andrew Spatz and Arthur Travers Harris changed wonderfully in an instant; their faces turned red with embarrassment, and suddenly they turned into an angry blue.

Then the two of them were furious and immediately rushed to Eisenhower's temporary command center in silence.

"German! You guys are waiting for us to dispatch our army to destroy you now!"

As soon as he got out of the door, the deafening roar of Carl Andrew Spatz suddenly rang through the entire military camp.

In an instant, all the officers and soldiers stared at him inexplicably.

"Hmph! With the fierce firepower and solid fuselage formed by our 8th Air Force's B-17 bomber, the 13 machine guns that come with it, we can definitely completely defeat the German M-109 fighter, and our B-17 bomber can also do no escort at all, and then go deep into German airspace during the day to stage a relaxed waltz."

Carl Andrew Spatz ignored the soldiers staring at him, but continued to mutter angrily.

"We feel that you'd better learn about the night saturation bombing of our British Empire! Commander Carl!"

Arthur Travers Harris disagreed and retorted.

"Tsk! Our Eighth Air Force's B-17 bomber is better than your British Beagle bomber in terms of firepower, speed, and bomb load! So who do you think we should learn from?"

After hearing this, Carl Andrew Spatz sneered and refuted.

"Hey! Since your B-17 bomber is so powerful, let's have a game to see who has a high record against Germany! How about it?"

Arthur Travers Harris bet without being outdone.

"Just compete! See who is afraid of whom! What should I do if the loser?"

Carl Andrew Spatz was also competitive and said at once.

"If you lose, you will hold a banquet for all the air forces of the other party, apologize and admit defeat!"

Arthur Travers Harris responded confidently.

"Okay! It's a matter of determination! My Eighth Air Force and I are waiting for your apology and banquet!"

Carl Andrew Spatz retorted with confidence.

"You... OK! Let's see what we have on the battlefield!"

Arthur Travers Harris trembled in anger.

"Hahaha! Let's wait!"

Carl Andrew Spatz laughed unscrupulously.

"Should you wait for me!"

Arthur Travers Harris said angrily with a black face.

After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for the other party to reply.

At the same time, on the British airport that afternoon, there were a large number of "Lancette", "Harifax", "Sterling" and "Wellington" styles; they took off one after another and headed towards Pantelleria Island, Sicily's German-Italian Army occupied areas, and the airport.

Carl Andrew Spatz grinned indifferently about these bomber groups with large bomb loads, long range, but weak self-defense capabilities.

Then he also sent out all the B-17 bombers from his Eighth Air Force; he was preparing to attack the German and Italian airports and industrial areas near Sicily.

For the confident Carl Andrew Spatz, he did not ask Eisenhower to dispatch a large number of long-range fighters, the P-51 Mustang fighter jets and the B-47 Thunder fighter jets, to escort.

For this reason, he will soon try the painful price of heavy losses in the next battle.

At this time, Eisenhower sent someone to monitor their every move. Although he did not stop their revenge, it did not mean that he did not care about this matter at all.

In fact, the reason why he just agreed to their combat operations so quickly and pretended to be easy was because the damage rate in the large-scale sea and air battles he had inflicted on Roosevelt and Churchill had quite an objection to him.

And last night, they sent him a telegram to ask him whether he had launched a counterattack for the 12th US bomber brigade being wiped out by the German army.

Their inquiry made him very embarrassed! So today he was so good, and immediately agreed to the suggestion of revenge and counterattack between Carl Andrew Spatz.

"Would I take out another batch of P-51 Mustang fighters from the Eighth Air Force and the B-47 "Thunder" fighters went over to assist them in the sneak attack?"

As more and more British and American bombers kept taking off from the airport, Eisenhower couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Well! Let's decide like this! Let's send a small group of P-51 Mustang fighters and B-47 "Thunder" fighters to escort them! If anything happens, I'm afraid I, the Allied Commander, will be in trouble! I'll even be dismissed!"

Finally, Eisenhower made up his mind.
Chapter completed!