The person who got off the first P40 fighter plane was none other than Huang Kebiao, who was recognized by the flying group as having the best flying skills and had shot down ten Japanese planes so far. The person who landed after him was another man of medium build and face.
A calm young pilot.
But Huang Kebiao, who had just got off the plane, said with a complicated expression to the pilot who had just got off the plane: "You win, your flying skills are indeed better than mine."
The pilot opposite smiled and said modestly: "You're not bad either. I was almost bitten by you several times just now. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have been the loser."
"What... the vice-captain lost, how is this possible?"
Hearing the words of the two men, the pilots who came from the left were in an uproar. Huang Kebiao had the best flying skills among them. How could he lose to a person who had only been exposed to P40 fighters for less than half a month?
The pilots on the right let out a burst of cheers, as if they had won a big victory.
As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the same is true for the army.
Ever since Huang Huaimin poached 50 pilots from the Central Air Force, the flying brigade was unconsciously divided into two small groups.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying in China that civil servants are not the first, but military power is not the second.
The pilots who were former student pilots of the Liantai Flying Group and the pilots recruited from the Central Air Force by Huang Huaimin were unconsciously competitive from the first day they met.
However, this trend still belongs to the category of healthy competition, especially among those pilots who have just been transferred from the Central Air Force.
Before I came here, I had the feeling that people from the city were going to the countryside, looking down on their relatives in the countryside. But after coming into contact with the P40, the most advanced fighter aircraft in the world, this feeling was instantly shattered.
Damn it, these are not poor relatives in the countryside. Are they like nouveau riche?
The most advanced fighter planes, sophisticated equipment, unlimited parts and fuel, good food and unlimited training time completely wiped out the pride in their hearts, and replaced it with a rat falling into a rice vat.
Feel.
The former pilots of the flying group headed by Huang Kebiao also had mixed feelings about these unexpected pilots. They were happy to have new comrades fighting alongside them, but also unhappy about being robbed of their status.
It’s just that no matter how complicated Huang Kebiao’s mood is, everyone knows that no matter whether they are willing or not, they have now become comrades in life and death. Healthy competition can exist. It is best to put away other ideas honestly, otherwise they will be fighting against their own little ones.
It's too late to survive.
Under this circumstance, a large-scale training and competition began.
In order to allow the pilots of the Far Central Air Force to master the performance of the P40 as soon as possible, the flying group held competitions every day in addition to training.
In the first few days, the veteran pilots of the flying group could still have a slight advantage based on their familiarity with the P40. However, as time went by, the pilots transferred from the Central Air Force gradually understood the performance of the P40 fighter.
, the balance of victory has gradually begun to tilt towards them.
Just like today, Huang Kebiao, the most skilled pilot in the flying group, was also defeated, which made them particularly frustrated.
Just when he was feeling depressed and elated at the same time, Huang Huaimin walked over with somewhat awkward steps and glanced at everyone lightly.
"How is it...are you happy?"
"ah……"
Huang Huaimin's words stunned the former Central Army pilots who were cheering happily, and then they all stood up straight involuntarily.
"You feel honored and happy to win the competition, right? But don't forget, you defeated a group of serious students who had learned to fly for less than four months and flew into the sky to fight the Japanese invaders.
And what about you? Which of you is not a pilot who has gone through thousands of selections and finally graduated from the Central Aviation School for three years? Most of them have five-pointed stars painted on their planes, and this one just lost the competition.
Deputy Captain Huang Kebiao, he had shot down ten Japanese planes and became a veritable double ace pilot.
I also watched the competition just now. To be honest, if he were not afraid of danger, he would not dare to make many dangerous moves. It is still unclear who will win in the competition just now, so what can you be proud of?"
Huang Huaimin's words were like heavy drums beating heavily in everyone's hearts, and many people lowered their heads and turned a little red.
Seeing this, Huang Huaimin sighed softly and softened his tone: "Okay, I won't say any more. From today on, no matter where you are from, whether you are a serious aviation school graduate or not,
You have only one identity here, and that is the pilots of the Liantai Flying Group, and you are comrades who share life and death, do you understand?"
"I understand!" Everyone agreed in unison.
"Just understand." Huang Huaimin raised his wrist and looked at the time, "It's getting late now. Get ready to go back for dinner. There are still three days until the scheduled time for group seating is coming. By then you will be driving the world's largest car.
Advanced fighter planes will go to Zhongtiao Mountain to fight the Japanese invaders. I hope that by then... wu wu wu..."
Before Huang Huaimin finished speaking, a shrill air raid siren sounded at the airport.
For the pilots, the sound of the air defense siren was an order. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then, like a conditioned reflex, everyone rushed to the apron, where neat rows of fighter planes were lined up.
At this time, a Willys Jeep drove quickly from the direction of the tower. A second lieutenant jumped out of the car and reported loudly: "Sir, an alarm was sent from the southern observation station. They observed more than 60 Japanese planes heading towards Liantai.
If you fly from the county, the destination is probably our No. 1 Airport."
"Let's go to the tower!"
Huang Huaimin immediately jumped into the jeep without saying a word, and the car jumped out immediately.
Three minutes later, accompanied by sirens, P40 fighter jets rose from the ground and quickly soared into the sky.
At this moment, Japanese planes had arrived at Airport No. 1, located more than 20 miles west of Liantai County. Amidst bursts of shrill sirens, the Japanese planes began to bomb the airport.
"Whoosh..."
"boom……"
A violent explosion sounded next to a runway. Although it was only a 45-kilogram small aerial bomb, it still blasted a large crater several meters wide in the lawn. The strong shock wave threw dust and gravel into the air.
, a puff of black smoke rose into the sky.
The Type 96 land attack aircraft that dropped the aerial bomb completed the bombing and then turned sideways and began to climb again. Soon it climbed to an altitude of three thousand meters and began to circle in the air again looking for the next target to bomb.