"Mr. Chennault, I originally wanted to see you yesterday, but..."
After saying unconscionable words, Zhou Zhirou, who felt a little embarrassed, touched the tip of her nose.
After giving the military salute, Chennault put the cigar back into his mouth, looked at Zhou Zhirou with his eyes, and felt like he was seeing his superior in the United States.
In fact, he really hates this kind of people. They always give people the air of a politician, and their eyes flash when they speak... You can't believe what these people say. They are all too smart. Who knows what they want to say.
"Sir, you have something to do with me."
"Mr. Chen, you're welcome. Sit down. Please sit down."
A smile appeared on Zhou Zhirou's face, and she enthusiastically gave up her seat to Chennault. Although as a senior general of the country's air force, Zhou Zhirou felt that her image was very cordial, but the other party obviously didn't think so.
Chennault was still standing upright, with no intention of sitting down.
"Sir, if you have any questions, just tell me. I... uh, I'm a little busy."
At this time, Chennault was eager to go to the training. He didn't know how the soldiers in the mixed barracks were able to do it. Twenty delta wings appeared almost overnight.
Ever since he played with the delta wing yesterday, he quickly fell in love with this thing in a surprised mood. The delta wing is very safe and can land safely even if no one is driving it. It can also do various tricks that airplanes cannot do.
Of course, its speed is very low, just like a biplane is not as fast as a monoplane, but veterans can use it to hover and spin the monoplane to the point where novices are stunned.
Moreover, today's delta wings are all equipped with motorcycle engines. Chennault, who is very interested in new toys, does not want to have anything to do with the Chinese Air Force commander in front of him.
The powered delta wing is more fun and more dangerous as a sport. But from Chennault's point of view, this thing is only suitable for throwing grenades on the heads of the Japanese, and it is of no great use at all.
"I heard that you and Principal Zhang from the Umbrella School..."
Upon hearing that the other party wanted to ask Zhang Si about his actions, Chennault shook his head.
"I'm sorry, sir, I have been ordered not to talk to you about Principal Zhang and the Umbrella School. You know, although he is a German officer, he is still a major."
Listening to the translation, Zhou Zhirou was dumbfounded and didn't understand why this was happening.
Helpless Zhou Zhirou continued to fake a smile on her face, thought for a moment and said dejectedly,
"Oh, that's it. That's it, Lieutenant Chennault, you go ahead."
Chennault secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he could leave.
He kept Zhang Sixing's advice in mind and never revealed their action plan to outsiders. Especially senior officials of the government, almost all of them had pro-Japanese factions or simply lurking spies around them.
Chennault couldn't understand this, and thought that if the United States went to war with Japan, all Japanese people in the United States would be packed into concentration camps.
He was indeed right about this matter.
After leaving Zhou Zhirou's tent, Chennault shook his head and cursed indifferently,
"Stupid bureaucrat."
The face of the translator in the tent changed color, and Zhou Zhirou, who was sitting there, said coldly,
"literal translation"
After listening to the translation, Zhou Zhirou's face turned pale. He gasped and raised his hands high...
The translator even closed his eyes, mentally preparing to bear Zhou Zhirou's heavy blow on the table, and even preparing to bear the angry Zhou Zhirou getting angry on him. However, what surprised him was that he did not hear the sound of an angry slap on the table.
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Quietly opening her eyes, Zhou Zhirou made two empty strokes with her hand in the air.
"You, go out first."
"yes"
The translator responded and quickly left the tent. Zhou Zhirou, who was sitting slumped next to the chair, kept her face calm, but clenched her hands into fists and clenched them tightly.
He could sense that Zhang Sixing was very busy and seemed to be planning some major action. And it was the kind of action that was heart-stopping.
Reports from Xie Jinyuan, as well as reports from the German advisory group on the "textbook retreat". Although he is an air force general, he spent the first half of his life in the army, and he is well aware of the difficulty of those operations.
But after arriving in Jurong, where the 13th Brigade was stationed, he was surprised to find that not only could that guy fight with infantry, he was even good at air defense.
In one battle yesterday afternoon alone, by casting a net in the sky, six fighter planes were caught from the sky. As the commander of the Air Force, when did Zhou Zhirou become so easy to deal with the fighter planes in the sky?
He heard that the mechanics of the Thirteenth Brigade had cooperated with Zhang Sixing's men, and he also called someone to ask. To this day, he still remembers the answer of the mechanic who spoke Cantonese.
"Sir, that thing is very simple to say. The principle is just like the flying monkey we played when we were kids. There is nothing strange about it."
Humph, it’s nothing unusual, but that’s not something that’s unusual, it grabbed six planes from the sky. Even because of the parachute dragged behind, the fighter planes that fell to the ground didn’t suffer much damage, and they can still be used.
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Especially last night, when Zhou Zhirou observed the mechanics at the airport repairing the six fighter planes, he was even more surprised.
Because there was a big kite flying at the airport, and there was a gas lantern hanging under the kite. What was surprising was that the gas lantern didn't go out all night. Not only did it not go out, it didn't even seem to need encouragement.
It's actually very simple. Zhang Sixing moved the oil pot of the gas lamp to the top to increase the lighting area.
Then a Stirling engine was made. As an external combustion engine, the heat it needed was provided by the flame of the gas lamp below. The Stirling engine drove a simple air pump to continuously inflate the gas lamp.
This device will keep the light on unless it runs out of oil.
To put it bluntly, it's worthless. Europe and the United States have electric searchlights, so they don't care at all. People in China are doing their best to maneuver, behave, and scheming, but no one cares either.
Probably only officers like Zhou Zhirou, who felt the pain on the battlefield, felt it to some extent. But I'm afraid that's all. They turned around and flew back to the big dyeing vat in Jinling, and they would forget everything in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Zhirou, who had been working hard for half a morning, came out of the tent. He was in an extremely bad mood with his hands behind his back. While thinking about how to award the medal, he was also thinking about how to have a good relationship with Zhang Sixing.
As a veteran in official circles, he had a keen premonition that this seemingly omnipotent young man would make a huge splash in China's official circles.
I just don’t know if I am the sand washed out by the big waves, or...
When he accidentally looked up, he was surprised to find that there seemed to be more than twenty eagles in the sky in the distance.
They were hovering in the sky and seemed to have discovered the rotting corpses in the ground. But then they thought about it and Zhou Zhirou asked herself:
It’s not that only vultures like carrion. Do eagles also like carrion?
If not, why are those eagles flying in circles in the sky, and they seem to be holding something under their talons.
However, as a senior general, he had to pay attention to his image. Although the eagle's behavior was strange, it was not something to pay attention to in front of his subordinates.