"What is this? A big *bottle? Can this kind of thing fly into the sky?"
Liang Tiancheng's roaring voice echoed over the airport, reaching almost a hundred decibels.
At this moment, on the runway of Lingbei Airport, dozens of shining silver fighter jets are neatly parked. Each fighter jet looks brand new, and you can tell at a glance that it is a new product that has just left the factory.
It stands to reason that accepting a new aircraft should be a very happy thing, but there is no happy expression on Liang Tiancheng's face. Instead, it is filled with anger and dissatisfaction.
Yes, Liang Tiancheng has reason to be angry. Ever since Colonel Hurley, the U.S. military attaché in China, personally came to Su Rui's office to express the dissatisfaction of the U.S. government to him, Su Rui promised that Hurley would never do anything else again.
There are requirements to buy any F4F Wildcat fighter from that mysterious company. But what to buy if you don’t buy a Wildcat fighter?
This issue has always worried the soldiers of the Air Force 1 Division. Since it was equipped with Wildcat fighter jets, the Air Force 1 Division has repeatedly won in air battles with the excellent performance of Wildcat. Now they learned that their pilots can no longer be equipped with this excellent aircraft.
The disappointment and resentment in their hearts can be imagined.
However, their worries were quickly dispelled by Su Rui's assurance. Su Rui assured them that there would soon be a fighter hunting unit that was not inferior to the Wildcat. Liang Tiancheng and the others were looking forward to it, and finally they were looking forward to it.
It was the arrival of the new fighter plane, but when Liang Tiancheng came to the airport with great interest and couldn't wait to experience this new fighter plane with his own eyes, to use a later saying, Liang Tiancheng and his friends were stunned
.
From Liang Tiancheng's point of view, what kind of fighter plane is this? It's just a big, bulky tank. With its short, round fuselage and low body, it looks as ugly as it wants.
It's just something that grandpa doesn't love and grandma doesn't love.
Liang Tiancheng's lips trembled slightly, he stepped forward and grabbed the sleeve of Logistics Department Director Smith, and said excitedly: "Say, Lao Shi, is this the new fighter plane your Logistics Department has assigned to us?"
Smith still had a faint smile on his face and nodded firmly.
"You don't have any Wildcat fighter jets in your warehouse? Even if we split ten of them! Why do these things seem so unreliable to me? Can they fly to the sky?" Looking at these five big and three thick aircraft in front of him, Liang Tianchengdu
I'm about to cry. Don't wait for such a bully! This is not an airplane. This is simply a big bottle!
At this time, a logistics major on the side spoke, "Captain Liang, it's not that the brothers don't give you face, but it's just this kind of aircraft that is the only one in the logistics warehouse now. There is really not a single Wildcat fighter you mentioned."
, no one will want it in the future.”
"Then if my little wild cat is damaged in the future, won't it even be replaced?" Liang Tiancheng shouted desperately.
"Yes, Commander Liang, if you want to change to a fighter plane in the future, you can, this kind of fighter is available!" The major's words immediately shattered Liang Tiancheng's last glimmer of hope.
Liang Tiancheng slowly turned around, looked at the ugly-faced guys around him, and shouted loudly, "What are you looking at? There are thirty new aircraft here, which can be equipped with just one squadron. I decided to dedicate a squadron to
As for which squadron is equipped with this kind of aircraft, it’s up to you!”
After several rounds of friendly humility and red-faced quarrels, the Third Squadron led by Zhang Jia finally won this honor, and the entire squadron was equipped with this new type of aircraft.
Zhang Jia, who had received this honor, did not show a trace of smile on his face. His face was ashen as if his parents had died. He turned around and shouted at the group of mourning pilots behind him: "Why are you all looking so grim? I'm still here."
He’s not dead! Cheer up, everyone. If anyone doesn’t figure out this milk bottle within a week, he will stop flying airplanes and clean the toilet for me!”
The pilots of the third squadron were silent. Only Feng Xiaoming boldly asked: "Sir, what is the name of this new aircraft? It must have a name, right? We can't keep calling it big*bottles big*bottles.
Are you here?"
"Bullshit, of course it has a name, its name is... whatever it is called." Zhang Jia turned to the logistics officer on the side.
"Sir, this new type of aircraft is called P47, and it also has a famous name... Thunder!"
The major smiled, showing his white teeth...
After walking through several shower rooms, we finally arrived at the pit. Nakamura Yao sat down on the wet open wooden circle. When he sat down, he remembered that he forgot to bring cigarettes. Fortunately, there was a sergeant not far away.
, he asked for one, and while smoking, he looked at the dark, water-soaked ground under his feet, with cigarette butts scattered around, and listened to the sound of running water in the manure trough under the pit.
In fact, Nakamura Yao didn't really have any reason to come, but he just didn't want to stay in that cabin that was like a sardine can. So he didn't want to get up as soon as he sat down, because it was cooler here, although there was a smell.
The smell of the toilet, a mixture of seawater and bleaching powder, smelled like a faint cold smell mixed with water, but it was better than the smell in the cabin that was mixed with sweat, foot odor, even body odor and sweat odor.
Sitting in the cabin, Nakamura Yao slowly dozed off, yes... just dozed off.
Although Nakamura Yao wanted to sleep very much, he still tried his best to drive away the sleepyheads. After sitting for a while, he slowly stood up and lifted up his straw-yellow trousers, thinking that it would take a lot of time to get back to the bunk.
Jin. So he sneaked onto the deck quietly while the sentry was not paying attention.
After staying in the cabin for a long time, I felt chilly as soon as I got on the deck.
Nakamura Yao took a deep breath, carefully passed through several gun emplacements, and then slipped behind the deck.
Taking a deep breath, a sea breeze with the smell of sea breathed into his nasal cavity. Ah...it smelled much better than the smell of smelly feet in the cabin.
Leaning on the railing at the stern, Nakamura Yao looked down and found that the propeller at the stern was spinning constantly and the hull was swaying gently. In fact, the swing of the hull could be felt in the cabin.
Wasn't the hammock shaking all the time? He suddenly felt a lot more comfortable inside, because there was almost no one on the deck, so it was like a world away from home compared to the cabin.
Looking at the distant sky and thinking about leaving the country after getting off the ship, Nakamura Yao felt that he had no energy at all. In a few hours, he would land in Guangzhou. His feet would have to be soaked in water and his boots would have to be filled with sand. The landing craft
They were put down one by one and transported to the shore one by one by truck and unloaded on the beach.
Nakamura Yao is not looking forward to the war in China at all. On the contrary, he is very tired. After this battle is over, there will be the next war. After the next war is over, there will be the next war. There will never be an end, just like the first one.
Like those unlucky ones in the Fifth Division, perhaps only death can truly end the war.
These days, the news of the annihilation of the Fifth Division spread quickly to every corner of Japan like a plague. Countless people were gnashing their teeth and cursing the damn China Three Hundred Army. It was this army that made the Fifth Division
Nearly 20,000 officers and soldiers of the division lost their lives in Yangchun, and 20,000 officers and soldiers could never return to their hometown. Nakamura Yao even heard that people in Hiroshima even had filial piety in every household. It was like the end of the world. The situation was really
It's so miserable.
Nakamura Yao didn't want to turn into an urn and be handed over to his parents in Japan later, but he was powerless to change his fate. This feeling really bothered him.
With a smile that was uglier than crying, Nakamura Yao sighed, stood up straight, and planned to go back. Otherwise, if the guards caught him sneaking onto the deck to let loose, he would be scolded by the squadron leader again.
Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly stopped. Out of a soldier's intuition, he smelled a dangerous smell.
That sound is... the sound of an engine.
But what makes Nakamura Yao strange is that this sound is not like the sound of Japanese planes at Yokosuka Aviation School. The sound of this kind of plane has a dull sound compared to Japanese planes.
Could it be...could it be...
Nakamura didn't want to guess anymore. For a person like him, action is the most important thing. Almost as a reflex, he quickly took off a lifebuoy from the deck.
At this time, in the sky less than thirty kilometers away from the Akitsu Maru, Feng Xiaoming was driving his new car, the Thunder Fighter numbered 0344, and his thirteen teammates in the squadron flying at an altitude of three thousand meters.
High in the sky, below him were twenty Stuka bombers painted black.
Feng Xiaoming was very puzzled by some of the vices of the bombing squadron, such as why these bastards painted Stukas black. Don’t they know how dazzling black planes are in the sky? It’s almost like someone is
Holding a torch in the dark and shouting, you are as stupid as firing cannons at me.
But that was someone else's business, and Feng Xiaoming didn't want to meddle in other people's business. He just wanted to watch a group of lunatics dancing.
At this time, the voice of captain and commander Zhang Jia came from Feng Xiaoming's earphones, "All attention, all attention, we are now ten kilometers away from the Japanese fleet. The first team dives with me to conduct fire reconnaissance and open up a bombing channel for the bombers. Others
The planes are covering the sky above, do you hear clearly?"
"clear!"
Following Zhang Jia's command, six Thunder fighters flew low towards the fleet below against the backdrop of the sunset.
As Zhang Jia and the others dived, the siren on the Akitsu Maru sounded almost at the same time.
The commander of the escort fleet this time, Rear Admiral Saito, also loudly issued orders to the surrounding destroyers and troop carriers.
"Speed is 30 knots, right rudder is 130 degrees, notify all combatants to get on deck!"