The weather today is very cold, with light rain still falling in the sky. The cold winter wind keeps blowing into the collars of the sentries patrolling the airport. Although they are wearing raincoats, they still cannot stop the cold wind.
A biting chill penetrated my body.
As a pilot, Feng Xiaoming would naturally not carry a gun and patrol in the light rain like a sentry guarding the airport. At this moment, he was wearing a yellow-gray flight suit and sitting in a brick pilot lounge chatting with more than a dozen companions.
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It stands to reason that, having just completed three months of basic training for new recruits, he is not qualified to sit here and be on standby with the veteran pilots. However, due to his good understanding and excellent physical fitness, he
He stood out among more than a hundred student pilots. Not only did he complete the takeoff and landing operations within a month, but he also performed some basic tactical maneuvers decently. Therefore, as a reward, he was awarded the honorary title by the flying group.
Chang Liang Tiancheng also specifically allowed him to listen to the words and deeds of the veteran pilot in the lounge as a wingman.
Now, Liang Tiancheng is also sitting in the lounge teaching his experience to the pilots.
"You guys, have you ever seen a dog fight?"
"Hahaha……"
More than a dozen pilots, including Feng Xiaoming, laughed. Young people of this era will naturally not be as pampered as young people seventy years later, and even made jokes about treating seedlings as weeds. Many people here are
Growing up in a rural area, it was commonplace to see wild dogs fighting in rural fields or even on the streets.
Liang Tiancheng also laughed, but it was a sneer, "You guys, the fights between wild dogs you see on weekdays are nothing more than children playing house, just biting each other a few times to see which dog gets killed.
If the bite hurts, he will run away with his tail between his legs.
But those are just wild dogs in the countryside. Have any of you ever seen two male Tibetan mastiff dogs fighting? When I was in Qinghai, I saw two Tibetan children who were begging for food and wandering around. They fought over a piece of butter cake.
The Tibetan dogs rushed forward and bit each other. The bloody scene still makes me want to vomit even now. In the end, one dog's belly was torn to pieces and the other's brains were spilled on the floor, but even the bodies of the two dogs were cold.
They still bite each other tightly without letting go of their teeth, and I can't break them apart. This is why a dozen wolves dare not mess with the sheep guarded by a Tibetan mastiff dog on the Tibetan Plateau!"
Having said this, Liang Tiancheng clenched his fist and said fiercely: "Our Chinese pilots must also have the spirit of the Tibetan Mastiff to fight to the death, and also have the courage to risk their lives and crash the enemy planes! We must fight against the Japanese who dare to hit the Japanese with their planes."
The deputy captain of the warship, Shen Chonghai, learned from the martyrdom, do you understand?"
"Yes! Got it!"
The pilots in the lounge unanimously agreed loudly.
"Liang Tiancheng, you are blind again!"
The door was pushed open, and with a gust of cold wind, Zheng Shaoyu, who was wearing a yellow-gray military uniform with a shining golden three-pointed star inlaid on the collar badge, walked in and cursed: "Liang Tiancheng, you
What are you talking about? Have you forgotten the instructions of the military commander? No matter how precious the airplane is, it is still a dead thing. We can buy another airplane if it is gone, but if the pilot is gone, we will never get it back. I want to follow
How many times do you have to say it before you understand this?"
Zheng Shaoyu shouted at Liang Tiancheng as he walked in. Today was the day that Zheng Shaoyu came to inspect the third flying regiment, and he happened to hear what Liang Tiancheng said.
For Suri, who came from later generations, the most precious thing in the flying force is the pilot. He can redeem it at any time if the plane is gone, but there is no way to redeem the pilot's life if it is gone, so he has repeatedly
Stress to the pilots that if the plane is hit by a bomb and cannot be operated, they must abandon the plane and parachute, and they must not act like heroes.
Therefore, when Zheng Shaoyu heard that Liang Tiancheng was instilling this idea of crashing planes into the pilots again, he angrily reprimanded them.
But then he changed the topic again and said: "But I am not saying this to make you weak-footed shrimps. You will be weak-footed when you see the Japanese. Such people are not qualified to control our war eagle. As soldiers, we
You must have the courage to show your sword to the enemy, and you must have the courage to show your sword to the enemy even though you know you are defeated. Maybe you will be very conflicted after listening to my words, but you must remember that to save yourself is not to retreat blindly.
But when the fighter plane is shot or cannot fight due to objective reasons, don’t show off and protect yourself. You are our most valuable asset, you know?”
"Understood sir!"
The pilots agreed one after another.
"Woooooooo..."
Suddenly, a sharp siren sounded at Lingbei Airport. The harsh air raid siren seemed to tear the wind apart, and kept screaming over the airport.
The pilots who were chatting and laughing all jumped up as if someone had kicked their butts. Feng Xiaoming also grabbed the flight hat on the table and ran out with the pilots, but was stopped by Liang Tiancheng.
"Feng Xiaoming, what are you doing here, you idiot? Do you have your own fighter plane?"
Feng Xiaoming stopped and said calmly: "Sir, I...I..."
"Okay, okay, Captain Liang, don't blame him. Since you let him catch up today, let him go and let him gain experience. Your name is Feng Xiaoming, right? This time you are not going to heaven for training.
, but we are going to fight the Japanese for real, and we will shed blood and sacrifice, are you ready?"
Feng Xiaoming stood up and said loudly: "Sir, since the day I put on the military uniform, I have never thought about going back alive!"
"What a boy, you have some courage!"
Liang Tiancheng gave him an appreciative punch in the chest and praised: "Well, since you don't have your own fighter plane yet, just fly the spare No. 4033 first. I will watch from the tower with Chief Zheng."
I have to live up to my expectations, understand?"
"Yes, I will definitely not embarrass the two officers!"
Feng Xiaoming stretched out his hand, gave the two officers a standard military salute, and then ran outside.
When Feng Xiaoming ran to the Wildcat fighter plane numbered 4033 at the end of the runway, Zhang Jia, who had been sitting in the cockpit of the fighter plane nearby, immediately cursed again.
"Sixteen seconds for one serving, what the hell are you doing! If it was a sneak attack by the Japanese army, you would have been killed on the runway, why don't you get on the plane quickly!"
Feng Xiaoming didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly stepped on the wing, then turned over and jumped into the cabin. He fastened his seat belt, put on his flight hat, and pressed the electric switch to turn on the plane.
The engine began to make a sharp roar, and then the communication switch was turned on and loudly announced: "Report to the tower, fighter No. 4033 is ready!"
"Attention all planes, six Japanese planes have been spotted one hundred and ten kilometers away from us in the northeast direction. You immediately take off eight sorties to intercept them. They must not be allowed to come over Maoming!"
Soon, the pilots sitting in the plane heard the voice of the regiment leader Liang Tiancheng.
Soon, the eight Wildcat fighter jets began to taxi on the runway one after another, and soon they were like arrows piercing the sky.
However, behind these eight war eagles, there is a swaying war eagle. He is like a fat sparrow that has been nervous, fluttering towards the clouds three thousand meters away, swaying like a drunken man.
Bumping in the air current.
After all, for Feng Xiaoming, the Wildcat, as the most advanced fighter jet in the world in active service, is much more powerful than the Bo-2-trainer he flies these days. Moreover, Feng Xiaoming has only been flying the Wildcat fighter for a few days.
Just like a little sparrow that has just learned to fly, it can barely fly up from its nest and land on a tree branch. It is difficult to change its position.
Of course, the person involved, Feng Xiaoming, definitely didn't think so. At this moment, he was holding the joystick tightly, controlling the radio wave fighter, looking away from the unfamiliar instrument panel, looking at the hazy sky.
The pleasure of flying slowly infected him. He looked out from the cockpit, and the vast sky seemed to contain everything.
At this time, Liang Tiancheng in the tower looked at Feng Xiaoming who was staggering behind the formation and cursed: "Master, look at that dog Zahui, flying like a bear. If he stands in front of me now, I will
I really want to kick him to death!"
Zheng Shaoyu glanced sideways at Liang Tiancheng and cursed: "Don't curse, kid. You weren't much better than him when you first entered the Central Aviation School. Captain Gao didn't teach you that."
When Gao Zhihang was mentioned, Liang Tiancheng's eyes turned red and he cursed angrily.
"Damn it, if only we had a radar at that time, otherwise Captain Gao wouldn't have died on the runway."
Mentioning Gao Zhihang, Zheng Shaoyu's eyes also turned red. Currently, all the slightly famous pilots in China are related to him. For example, Liu Cuigang, Liu Zhesheng, Dong Mingde, Li Guidan, Zheng Shaoyu, Le Yiqin, Luo Ying and others were all trained by him.
Yes, their feelings for Gao Zhihang are naturally very deep.
Zheng Shaoyu looked at the radar operator next to him who was constantly broadcasting the location of the Japanese planes, and sighed, yes, if the Central Aviation Group had today's advanced fighters and radar stations at that time, how could Captain Gao be attacked by Japanese planes?
So much so that he died on the runway. And he would not come under Su Rui, who was the commander of the 300th Division at the time, just because he was disappointed with the Central Air Force.
Zheng Shaoyu will never forget the scene when he saw the row of Wildcat fighter jets painted in yellow and green camouflage at the airport. At that time, he and the dozen or so pilots who came with him were so excited that they almost hugged the fighter jets.
A fighter plane slept on the runway.
And he also watched as the squadron, which at that time had only a dozen pilots and dozens of ground crews, gradually grew to include more than 300 fighter planes, more than 60 dive bombers, more than 30 long-range heavy bombers and several transport aircraft.
huge air power.
Looking at the hazy sky, Zheng Shaoyu murmured: "Captain Gao, rest in peace. I will avenge you soon. The sky in China can only belong to us Chinese people!" (To be continued. Please search Gone with the Wind.