Hurley gritted his teeth and said, "General Su, what do you mean by that?"
"I'm not interested." Su Rui spread his hands, "I have already offered a price, but you think it is too high and you are not willing to buy it. As a seller, I have to find another buyer. This is not normal.
What?"
At this time, World War II had not officially broken out, and Hitler had not yet revealed his ferocious minions. Although the United States, Britain and other countries had begun to be wary of Germany, they mostly wanted to implement the policy of moving the disaster eastward and diverting the flames of war.
Leading them to the great country to the north that made them feel even more uneasy.
But if the Soviet Union knew that the other side actually possessed the design drawings of Germany's latest tanks, the Russians would definitely not miss such a good opportunity given their character. Hurley was certain that there would be two of them, not to mention one rifle production line.
He would not agree to the exchange with a frown. As for the small steelmaking plant with an annual output of only 200,000 tons, it was just an addition.
And Hurley is certain that if the Russians get the design drawings of this latest tank, their tank research and development capabilities will reach a new level in a short time. This is definitely not what the United States wants to see, and in the end
What makes Hurley unhappy is that the US government has to pay for this.
"General Su, your demands are too high. Can you change the conditions?" Hurley was still making his last effort.
Suri turned his head and looked like he was seeing off a guest.
Hurley gritted his teeth and had to lower his head and said: "OK, well you win. I think I can agree to this on behalf of Mr. President, but I need time. Please listen to my answer in half a month.
May I?"
"No!"
Suri shook his head and held out three fingers: "Three days, I only give you three days. If you still can't give me the drawing after three days, then I will have to take this drawing to the Russian consulate to find their ambassador."
"Okay, three days is all!"
Hurley knew that the other party was retaliating for the U.S. government's pressure on them not to purchase Wildcat fighter jets, but he had no choice but to hold his nose and agree.
Then Suri added: "And I hope to see ships transporting weapons production lines and steel mill equipment at the port in two months."
"Okay!" Hurley's voice came out from between his teeth as if he had been punched.
"Okay, then I look forward to personally calling this drawing into your hands in two months." Seeing the American with his nostrils turned upward, he finally gave in and retaliated for the arrow he had just been threatened with.
Suri, who was so angry, finally showed a smile.
Hurley stood up: "Well, in that case, I will report it to our government immediately, and I will take my leave first."
Seeing Hurley about to leave, Suri, who was sitting on the chair, also stood up pretending to see off the guests: "Go slowly, I won't see you off!"
With a "pop!", the door closed. Suri looked at Hurley who disappeared from the door and sneered: "Do you really think that we can limit our air supremacy without the wildcat? You are too naive to think so.
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Su Rui was actually full of resentment towards the United States. Although the United States had long developed more advanced all-metal monoplanes, they were only willing to sell them to China's old biplanes. At the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, Chinese pilots
It relied on those backward Hawker III and other biplanes to compete with the Japanese for air supremacy.
Now that they see that the Chinese are equipped with advanced monoplanes, they are coming to put pressure again. Do they think that Japan will take a share of the pie after occupying China?
But Su Rui is used to this. Americans are like this. They always think that they are the center of the world. Japan, a small country, is not in their eyes. Later, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor to pieces.
They woke up. But when they brought Japan back to its original shape, they fell back into their old habits and began to arm their subordinates to defeat the future.
Su Rui has no interest in reminding the Yankees about this, but Roosevelt, the current leader of the United States, is not too confused. In half a year, he should unilaterally announce that he will abrogate the "Japan-US Trade Treaty". It is estimated that this will prompt Japan to finally
Make up your mind to go to war with the United States.
Thinking of this, Su Rui walked to the bedside, looked at the sky outside the window, and murmured: "I hope our young men can annihilate those invading Japanese planes!"
At this time, the rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier. The sky was filled with wind and rain. The rain hit the windshield crazily. The propellers of the fighter jets stirred the raindrops into clouds of mist. The entire sky was shrouded in white mist.
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Feng Xiaoming worked hard to follow the end of the flight formation. At this time, his fighter plane had climbed to an altitude of three thousand meters. After the plane ascended into this airspace, the rushing rain immediately disappeared, and the visibility suddenly improved. But at this time
They still didn't find the Japanese plane.
But it doesn't matter. Below them, there is a command center that is constantly informing them of the location of the Japanese planes. "Attention all units, six Japanese planes are flying in from the northwest. They are thirty kilometers away from you and are at an altitude of one
Thousands and eight hundred meters, I hope you are ready for contact!"
"clear!"
The leader Zhang Jia responded, immediately descended through the clouds, and began to circle with the eight fighter planes behind him. After a while, a group of small black dots appeared in the northwest.
Zhang Jia shouted: "Brothers, come with me!"
After saying that, he pushed the throttle with his left hand, immediately got into the clouds, and began to fly quietly.
Close, is a group of twin-engine vertical tail bombers, led by two Type 92 fighter jets, followed by four Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft, damn little devils, here I come!
Close, close, two thousand meters, one thousand meters, now! When he was one thousand meters away from the Japanese plane, Zhang Jia suddenly heard the clouds coming out of the clouds, and pounced towards the sneaking Japanese plane like a cheetah!
"Well, what is that?" The Japanese captain Ichiro Koizumi, who was leading the team, had finished eating. When he looked up, he saw nine monoplanes flying towards him above his head.
Ichiro Koizumi piloted the Type 97 heavy bomber, which is a heavy bomber with a bomb load of five tons. It has seven members including a pilot, co-pilot, horizontal bombardier, defense gunner, etc.
It is a bomber with good bomb load and range.
Seeing nine Chinese fighter jets rushing towards him, Koizumi Ichiro shouted loudly: "Everyone, form a formation, follow your lead aircraft, and never leave the formation. The escort team must protect the rear of the formation, do you understand?"
"Hai!"
At this time, Koizumi Ichiro actually tried to rely on the formation's intensive self-defense firepower to deal with several incoming fighters.
Seeing that the Japanese planes were still in a dense formation, trying to break through, Zhang Jia sneered and shouted, "All units, follow me!"
After saying that, he took the lead in leading the fighter planes to attack. Zhang Jia knew very well that to deal with such a dense formation, he must first attack the enemy planes on the periphery at close range, and then several planes pounce from different angles to kill the enemy gunners first.
, and then opened fire on the engines, breaking up and destroying the Japanese aircraft formation layer by layer.
At this time, the Japanese aircraft were still flying leisurely, assuming a turtle shell and iron barrel formation.
Zhang Jia ordered: "4035, 4036, go and hold down the last two Type 92 fighters, and the others will attack with me!"
After that, he pushed the control stick lightly, and the Wildcat fighter under the seat turned over nimbly and pounced on the Japanese aircraft headed from the back and up at an angle of about 40 degrees. At this angle, there was almost no way.
The bomber's tail gunner can aim head-on at him. If the angle is too high, he can easily rush over as soon as the enemy plane turns, and be exposed to the muzzle of the enemy plane's flank machine gun. All he needs to guard against is the enemy plane's back machine gun.
You still have to strike first!
"Ono-kun, fire quickly!"
Seeing the enemy plane coming towards him from behind, Captain Koizumi Ichiro quickly turned the nose of the plane and began to evade it.
"Hai!"
The 12.7 mm caliber Ho-103 heavy machine gun held by the machine gunner Ono Masajun Kongsao in Jiwei was about to fire, but at this time, Zhang Jia's Wildcat six-gun 12.7 caliber Browning large-caliber
The machine gun had already fired first, and a large-caliber bullet hit him, tearing his body into pieces instantly. Ono died on the spot without saying a word.
At this time, two Type 92 fighter jets located at the rear of the Japanese plane flew over and were about to drive away Zhang Jia's fighter plane, but they were entangled by four Wildcats flying from behind.
Amidst the roar of machine guns, the Wildcat driven by Zhang Jia got closer and closer to the Japanese aircraft formation.
When the bomber driven by Koizumi was only 800 meters away, Zhang Jia gently raised the nose of the plane. At 700 meters, he could see the Japanese leader clearly, at 600 meters.
In a matter of seconds, he immediately pushed the left rudder to death, and the Wildcat's tail suddenly fell to the right. He pushed the joystick again and leveled the fuselage. When the distance between the two sides was five hundred and fifty meters, the sight
The aperture has tightly trapped the position of the wing fuel tank at the root of the right wing of the Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft.
When they reached a distance of 500 meters, Zhang Jia fiercely pressed the button on the joystick, and six Browning machine guns with a caliber of 12.7 mm violently spit out fiery snakes.
He hit from 500 meters to 300 meters. The tracer bullets hit the wing root position and fuselage of the enemy aircraft. There was only a flash of fire, and the right wing of the Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft was directly severed from the fuselage.
When it came down, the enemy plane, which had lost one wing, fell down with its huge fuselage and billowing black smoke.
In the burning cabin, Captain Koizumi Ichiro couldn't care less about anything else and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Quickly parachute...quickly parachute! The plane is about to explode!"
After saying that, Ichiro Koizumi struggled and ran towards the cabin door, and was about to open the door, but at this time the plane had begun to rotate. He couldn't stand still and fell to the ground as the plane flipped! (Unfinished)
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