A majestic goshawk soared in the blue sky, and Chennault looked at the goshawk with envy.
He clearly remembered that one day when he was six years old, he and a group of friends were playing on the grass in Louisiana. After playing tired, he lay on the grass to bask in the sun and fell asleep. He dreamed that he was running on the grass.
As he ran, his body left the ground and flew into the sky like a bird.
Flying over mountains, over rivers, over vast fields, overlooking the earth in the sky, I feel relaxed and happy.
Suddenly, a little field mouse crawled under me, awakening me from my sweet dream. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a goshawk soaring in the sky. Recalling the flying scene in my dream, I felt like I had transformed into an eagle.
From then on, Chennault had countless sweet dreams of flying. Sometimes he dreamed of standing on the ground with his arms straight, taking a deep breath, holding it in, kicking his feet upward, and his body floating lightly like a kite.
Withdrawing his thoughts, Chennault looked forward again.
At this moment, he was at the airport in Kunming. There were more than a dozen P-40 Tomahawk fighter jets painted in blue camouflage neatly arranged on the tarmac. The unique long nose of the P40 was painted like a shark's blood basin.
It has a big mouth and looks particularly ferocious.
Not far from the P-40 fighter jets, there are several large blue behemoths parked, which are three C-47 transport aircraft.
"Sir, all aircraft have been overhauled and are ready for combat at any time." A ground crew member in his twenties covered in oil trotted up to him and reported loudly.
"Thank you, Shuster." Chennault patted him on the shoulder, "You did a good job, now go tell those young men that they can go rest."
"Okay, sir." Shuster agreed, and then hesitated before asking: "Sir, I heard that we are going to transfer to Yangon Airport. Is that true?"
"Yes." Chennault nodded, "Now the Chinese army and the Japanese are fighting fiercely in Burma, and they are in urgent need of air support. The entire Third Squadron must go over to help."
"But isn't the Third Squadron alone too little? I heard that the Japanese air power in Myanmar is still very strong. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Third Squadron alone to defeat those Japanese monkeys?"
Chennault's Flying Tigers were divided into three squadrons, with the First Squadron stationed in Liuzhou, Guangxi, and the Second and Third Squadrons stationed in Yunnan.
"Shuster!"
Chennault's voice became stern, "If I remember correctly, we signed an agreement before coming to China. Since we received this high salary, we must live up to it, otherwise you know the consequences of violating the agreement very well.
of."
"I understand." Seeing Chennault's serious expression, Schuster did not dare to speak anymore, saluted him and hurried away.
At 15:00 sharp in the afternoon, Chennault led twelve aircraft of the Third Squadron of the Flying Tigers and three C-47 transport planes loaded with various parts and supplies to fly to Yangon, Myanmar.
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Myanmar Sunshine Chinese Expeditionary Army First Route Army Headquarters
"Sir... please save our 200 Division. If this division is gone, Commander Dai's spirit in heaven will not be at ease!" Zhou Zhizai, chief of staff of the 200th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, turned to the commander of the Chinese Expeditionary Force with red eyes.
Luo Zhuoying begged (The timeline and what happened are different from real history. It is just a novel. Please don’t take it too seriously.)
"Our division has been surrounded by Japanese troops in Tonggu. If there are no more reinforcements, the last few seeds of the 200 Division will probably be wiped out!"
Luo Yingzhuo looked at the ragged colonel in front of him with a bandage on his arm, and said seriously, "Chief of Staff Zhou, what is the current situation of your division, and how long can it last?"
"Sir, since before the defense battle of Tongguhui began, our Commander Dai has been determined to die.
At the beginning of the battle, the battle went smoothly. The entire division's officers and soldiers fought bloody battles and annihilated more than 4,000 enemy troops at the cost of 800 men.
But with the arrival of Japanese reinforcements, our situation began to gradually increase.
On November 2, the British troops who originally covered the flanks abandoned their defense line and retreated without a fight, ignoring our troops. As a result, the left and right flanks of our division, which had been standing behind to cover the retreat of the British troops, were taken advantage of by the Japanese 56th Division. As a result, the entire division was
The officers and soldiers were instantly trapped in a desperate situation surrounded by heavy Japanese troops.
Commander Dai was hit by a stray bullet and died heroically when he was on the front line to command the battle the day before yesterday. Now the entire division is in danger, please Commander Luo to send reinforcements quickly, otherwise our 200 division will risk being annihilated!"
Seeing Zhou Zhizai, who was covered in injuries and struggling to come over to ask for help, everyone in the headquarters fell silent.
Just as Luo Zhuoying was about to speak, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door. A big-nosed officer wearing a yellow-green summer jungle military uniform and a pair of glasses walked in. He was none other than Shi, the Chief of Staff of the China Theater Command at the time.
Lieutenant General Diwei.
Stilwell walked in quickly and said loudly: "General Luo, I heard that the 200th Division was surrounded by the Japanese. Is this true?"
"Yes, General Stilwell." Luo Zhuoying was about to speak, but was interrupted by Stilwell.
"General Luo, in this case, why don't you immediately send troops for reinforcements?"
Seeing that Stilwell accused him indiscriminately as soon as he arrived, Luo Zhuoying frowned, and then said: "Of course I want to send troops for reinforcements, but the problem is that there are simply no troops available for reinforcements now.
Now the nearest unit in my hands is more than 100 kilometers away from Tonggu. With the poor road conditions in Myanmar, it will take two to three days at the fastest to arrive. By the time the reinforcements arrive, the 200 Division may have been overrun by the Japanese.
eaten."
Stilwell waved his hand and said in an unquestionable tone: "Then send air force support, airdrop supplies, and bomb the Japanese positions. No matter what, we must let the 200 Division survive these days."
At this time, everyone in the headquarters looked unhappy.
Stilwell regarded himself as the commander of the expeditionary force.
But even though everyone was unhappy, no one dared to speak out against him, because although the old man did not have the command authority to command the expeditionary force, he did hold the right to allocate American aid supplies to China.
In other words, all supplies from the United States to aid China must be approved by him. Without his nod, the expeditionary force would never get a grain of rice or a bullet. This is how he can control the military mobilization and command of the expeditionary force.
Reasons for interference.
Seeing Luo Zhuoying's unhappy expression, Du Yuming, the deputy commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force and commander of the Fifth Army, who was afraid that he and Stilwell would quarrel, stood up: "General Stilwell, our biggest problem now is the lack of air support.
This morning, we have ordered the Flying Tigers stationed in Kunming, led by General Ronald, to rush to Yangon immediately and are expected to arrive at noon, so that we can reinforce the 200 Division."