Chennault knew that the Japanese pilots made the right decision to make an emergency landing because the survival rate after parachuting was extremely low. Moreover, it was impossible to determine the crash point of the plane, which might cause the plane to hit friendly forces.
It seems that the people below have been preparing to capture the pilots for a long time. Are they planning to shoot down more Japanese fighter planes?
At the airport, the gasoline barrels were being filled, and there were people running around the airport to pick up the logs that had been "sprayed" out.
What a good idea. There is not much else at the airport, not many gasoline cans.
What about those kites, do they work?
Those motorcycles flying kites just ran in circles around the airport. The kites in the sky followed the direction in which they were running, rising and falling in circles in the sky.
Smart guy, Chennault has to praise the person who came up with this idea. Those kites force the fighter planes to dive at a very high angle, so the height at which the attacking fighter planes start to dive cannot be too high.
Because a dive that is too long may cause the aircraft to disintegrate, and a dive that is too long may cause the pilot to lose consciousness and cause a crash. Of course, this is not a Japanese fighter plane that does not want to take risks.
Its steep angle of dive can probably make it jump over the heads of those kites. At that time, those poor kites will be blown down directly by the wind brought by the flying wings.
At this point, Chennault felt that there was no doubt that the Japanese fighter pilot's method was feasible.
However, what neither he nor the Japanese pilots expected was that when the Japanese fighter planes dived close, those triangular kites were pointed directly at the Japanese fighter planes.
That ridiculous-looking kite suddenly exploded violently in the air. While it exploded into a large ball of fire, it seemed to also spray out some black stuff towards the diving fighter plane.
It shouldn't be shrapnel, but what are those black things?
In any case, neither Chennault nor the Japanese pilot apparently ever thought that the kite would explode.
The unwary fighter plane was sprayed by those black things, and then it began to dive dragging black smoke.
I'm Tefak...what is that.
Those filthy little things actually shot down two planes.
Chennault, who had never seen this spectacle before, put his hand on his forehead and followed the kites with his eyes. With the excellent eyesight of a pilot, he quickly saw clearly what seemed to be hanging under the kites.
Almost in the blink of an eye, he already figured out that the concept of this anti-aircraft weapon was no different from the European and American anti-aircraft balloons. But it could explode in the air, which was very interesting.
Kites are much cheaper than anti-aircraft airships, and those little guys also have active attack capabilities, just like placing mines in the sky.
These little guys are more powerful than landmines, and their jets are actually directional.
The Japanese fighter planes in the sky had obviously received orders from the headquarters. They stopped attacking, then rearranged themselves in formation, turned around, and began to return. But this was a puff of firewood-smelling smoke that had just passed over the airport from above, making the choking people cough.
.
"Asshole...Asshole, who put the cigarette...ahem..."
"Major, major..."
He was so dizzy from the smoke that he sat on the ground with tears on his face, staring blankly at the guy who pulled him.
The guy was wearing a steel helmet with a cloth cover, a colorful military uniform, and a well-fitting vest. He didn't recognize it or had seen it before. But it was obvious that these things were made for war, plus knee pads, elbow pads, and a face armor with a skull pattern on it.
He had never seen it before, and he was sure that this was not equipment from any country.
The guy has transparent glasses on his face armor, and the bulges on his mouth and nose seem to be able to isolate the choking smoke. He even has a gadget, he also has a screw mouth on his face armor, and he should be able to screw on the poison filter.
Anti-toxic gas.
Chennault looked at the guy pulling him in surprise. Although he spoke authentic Texas English, Chennault was sure that even the US military did not have such equipment.
Chennault shook his head feebly due to the smell of white cigarette smoke, and allowed the man to help him leave the smoky place. Then the man handed him a pipe, which was made of rubber and had a
Hard mouthpiece.
"Suck, drink some water to feel better."
Biting the hard mouthpiece, Chennault took several puffs as if smoking a pipe. A fragrant jasmine smell instantly filled his mouth, and he actually choked.
After another bout of coughing, Chennault felt that his lungs were burning, and he felt much better with the sweet jasmine and the faint bitter taste of tea.
He grabbed the tube with the mouthpiece and took a few more sips of jasmine tea before he fully felt Xu Fangsong.
Return the pipe to the man, Chennault said hoarsely,
"Thank you, this tea really saved my life, otherwise I would have been smoked to death by those ghosts."
"You're welcome. You are Chennault. Our commander will be here shortly. He is here specifically to meet you."
"You came here specifically to see me, your commander is..."
"Zhang Sixing, the person in the German Officer Advisory Group who is responsible for organizing the paratrooper school."
Chennault, sitting on an ammunition box, nodded.
"I remembered that a Chinese pilot came to me a few days ago and said that your commander is looking for me. I don't understand. I don't have a plane now."
Chennault has been wondering about this since he learned the news. Shouldn't the person who organized the paratrooper school be looking for China's Air Force Commander Zhou Zhirou? How could they find him?
He is just an air force consultant. He doesn't have a plane or a pilot. What's the use of the principal of the paratrooper school looking for him.
"Don't worry, our commander is not asking you for a plane. He just...maybe he likes you more."
At this time, Chennault noticed a group of people wearing colorful military uniforms and carrying poles entering the airport, and the guy next to him immediately dropped him and ran over.
"Old Yantai, Lao Yantai, the camp is over there. When will the meal be served? I'm already hungry... Oh, by the way, don't leave your carriage idle, go and pull back the wreckage of the Japanese plane."
Picking up rags is the main job of the mixed barracks. Anyway, no matter what rags, in the eyes of the people in the mixed barracks, they are useful household items. Even those tattered military uniforms are used for gasoline barrels and cannons.
"You idiot, you only know how to eat..."
Li Youtian, an old cigarette smoker who had become familiar with Hansen, was not afraid of Hansen at all and joked with Hansen by raising his big pipe.
At this time, more people wearing strange military uniforms appeared in Chennault's eyes, and then the leader announced something to them, and then those people ran out of the airport again.
Looking at those guys, Hansen shook his head,
"Sir, you are really insecure. When you get here, you will seize power and arrest anyone who disobeys. Sir, don't you know that this is a field airport? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death if you do this?"