Chapter 1089 No matter how difficult it is, you have to fly
The beautiful reporter who had been sitting with Liu Tuanzuo not far away, sorting out notes, could not help but roll her eyes at a certain group deputy who was enjoying the bear hug of Liu Tuanzuo.
The hug she wanted was not so absent-minded. Looking at the one who ran faster than a rabbit, if the person being hugged was her, she would probably be furious!
But, even if it's just perfunctory, his embrace should be very warm!
Not to mention the different thoughts of these two people, Liu Tuanzuo was happy all the way.
"The Mr. Liu in the telegram is not General Liu!"
As the saying goes, one word awakens the dreamer. He has been thinking hard about how to deceive Liu Lang, who is no more than a battalion company commander militarily but an extremely powerful chairman politically. He finally knows the four words at the end of the message: "Mr. Liu is still needed."
The meaning of the word.
He is indeed the founder of the country, and his wisdom is truly unfathomable! This plan is very clever.
Liu Lang had reached a dead end in his thinking, always thinking about how to deceive him, but he didn't know. He could change his thinking and let General Liu come forward, using victory as bait and borrowing troops.
Liu Xiang, the Chairman of Sichuan Province, a second-level general of the National Revolutionary Army, and the commander-in-chief of the Seventh Theater Command, who is recuperating in Hankou, has been sitting alone in his study for an hour, looking at the telegram sent by his nephew Liu Lang in the evening, his eyes narrowed.
No one knew what he was thinking, but the look on his sallow face was indescribably serious.
Finally, as night fell, the second-level general raised his thick eyebrows, as if he had made a decision, and picked up the phone: "Please ask for the chairman's office. Liu Xiang in the seventh theater has important military information to report."
"Fucheng, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it!" The waiting time was not long, and someone on the other end of the phone answered the phone quickly. Although the Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent was more feminine, it still felt like spring breeze.
Others don't know, but Liu Xiang knows that since the war with the Japanese invaders, this leader has become increasingly embarrassed in both North China and Southeast China. As a leader of a country, it is conceivable that he is in a bad mood, but he rarely hears it from his words.
Anjie is indeed one of the most outstanding figures in Chinese politics in the past ten years.
"I am joining the Independent Regiment of the 22nd Group Army of Shanxi Province from Sichuan..." Liu Xiang went straight to the point and told Liu Lang his plan to ambush the 40th Infantry Brigade.
The leader's breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became a little heavier.
After a full minute of silence, "Yes!"
A smile broke out on Liu Xiang's serious face. He couldn't be more satisfied with Liu Lang, his nephew. Especially today's performance has proved that he is not only an outstanding commander in the military, but also in politics.
Towards maturity.
Although politics is extremely ugly, its essence is nothing more than a process of mutual negotiation and compromise. No matter how flawless the concealment is, there will always be a day when it is exposed, which will lead to greater suspicion.
Liu Lang used him to attack and attack alone. The fifteen fighter planes of the "Aviation Volunteer Army" that needed to be transferred to Yan'an to assist Niangziguan on the battlefield were tactical needs and the most normal logic of frontline commanders.
Whether to approve or not is a matter of consideration and even measurement by a country's leader, especially when he, the top general representing the Sichuan Army, personally submits the battle plan.
Besides, when an infantry brigade with nearly 7,000 people has a lot of fat on its lips, and it is losing ground in the North China battlefield, how can the Chairman of the Generalissimo, who suffered heavy casualties in the fierce battle in the Songhu battlefield in the southeast, not eat it? He wants it so much, he needs it so much
A victory boosted the morale of the military and civilians across the country.
No matter from which perspective, he must approve it.
From this moment on, all military operations of the "Aviation Volunteer Army" become legal.
However, this victory will be titled under the unified command of the Military Commission, led by the Third Army, with the cooperation of the 129th Division of the 18th Army and the Independent Regiment of the 22nd Army, to defeat the Japanese pirates. This is what the bald boss promised Liu Xiang
The conditions proposed after the fifteen fighter planes of the "Aviation Volunteer Army" can be used.
Liu Xiang readily agreed for Liu Lang without hesitation. The second-level general knew his nephew very well. Military achievements were dispensable to him. What he valued most was always killing the enemy.
and the casualties of his own officers and soldiers.
Although this may seem ridiculous in the officialdom, Liu Xiang appreciates it very much. Perhaps deep down, he is disgusted with the Zen struggle for power and gain for more than ten years! Especially when his health is deteriorating.
Although the bald man has a good reputation, and even before the battle with the 40th Infantry Brigade was over, he first took the title of leader for the Central Army, but this man is definitely a man of resolute action, and he will definitely do things when he gets the benefits.
Immediately, an order from the President's Chamber of Servants was issued to the Air Force Command, ordering it to report to the Executive Yuan the cost of transferring fifteen fighter planes of the "Aviation Volunteer Army" to Wuhan Airport, and to separately calculate the cost and pay it out of donations from overseas Chinese.
Comrade Zhou was a little confused at first. He reported to the Executive Yuan that fifteen fighter planes of the "Aviation Volunteer Army" were diverted to Wuhan. Firstly, it was to ensure the safety of the transiting aircraft for tactical deception. Secondly, more than ten fighter planes of the Air Force happened to be diverted to Wuhan.
Airport, we can report it together in a few days, and by the way, we can get some more money from the Executive Yuan for the Air Force.
After all, if the "Air Volunteer Army" transfers to Yan'an, it can save a lot of expenses there. How could you know that the old man knew it when he arrived?
It was Chief Guard Wang who reminded with a secret smile that the Air Force Commander-in-Chief knew that the boss meant to conceal the transfer location of the "Air Volunteer Army" in advance, including the Executive Yuan. At least within three days, everyone except him
With a limited number of people, no one knows where these fighter planes have gone.
There was no way, the Japanese spies were pervasive, not to mention that non-military institutions such as the Executive Yuan were seriously penetrated, even the military also had many eyes and ears of the Japanese invaders. The bald head principal really showed his strength at this time, not only agreeing to the fighter planes to participate in the Niangziguan attack
War, and also played the routine of pointing east and attacking west. The military ability of commanding the battle level may be slightly lacking, but when it comes to people's hearts, this man is very familiar with it.
Therefore, the Japanese army's intelligence only mentioned the destination of the fifteen fighter planes to Wuhan Airport, which of course would not alert any Japanese commanders 2,000 miles away. As for the whereabouts of the fifteen fighter planes when they knew about it,
When he left, it was already one day after the war. At that time, not to mention they knew, everyone who paid a little attention to the war in Shanxi knew it.
The metal fuselage of the "Aviation Volunteer Army" is really eye-catching.
Definitely the brightest star in the Chinese sky in this era. Although they lost nearly 100 aircraft, they shot down more than 400 Japanese aircraft in Songhu. They even once made the air wing on the Japanese aircraft carrier afraid to dispatch.
, if not more than 30 aircraft attack together.
For the people in the Songhu area, every time they appeared it almost represented victory. However, after all, their planes were too few, and the Japanese invaders had too many planes.
Every time, a few planes would fall. Then, fewer and fewer, and fewer and fewer, until they were forced to withdraw from the battlefield.
Metal-framed aircraft painted with the blue sky and white sun flag of the Republic of China have disappeared from Songhu since October.
But now, they have come to northern Shaanxi and Yan'an.
The Yan'an Airport, which is almost entirely made of loess but is flat and unusually neat, has been placed under martial law. The entire perimeter of the airport is guarded by an infantry regiment.
At the airport, a row of planes with dirt on their fuselages were being filled with fuel, and more than a dozen pilots were busy inspecting and repairing the planes.
They were provided with lighting by torches held high by soldiers in gray military uniforms and leggings.
The pilots, who had flown nearly 1,100 kilometers, did not leave far away. They were eating steamed buns and vegetable soup in a mud house not far away. There was not much time left for them, only a few hours.
Zhou Dapeng, the arrowhead who leads this "Aviation Volunteer Army" which is almost entirely composed of Chinese pilots and has achieved brilliant results, is standing on the runway of the airport arguing with a man in his thirties wearing oil-stained overalls and glasses.
"As a mechanic, I firmly disagree with this flight plan! The wind and sand here are very strong, and all aircraft must be inspected overnight. The time you left us is too short, and it is a flight beyond the combat radius. It is too dangerous.
Alright." The man said angrily with a red face.
"I'm sorry, Brother Hengyu, we have to arrive at the battlefield before the enemy planes arrive. This is a military order." Zhou Dapeng raised his hand and looked at his watch. Facing his ground maintenance chief engineer, he said apologetically but extremely
Said firmly.
"Even if it is a military order, we cannot ignore the reality. The result of such a flight is very likely that the plane will be destroyed and everyone will be killed. We will not even have a chance to see the enemy. We have only the last 52 planes." There are still some oil stains.
His fair face even looked a little distorted due to excitement.
In fact, there was something he hadn't said yet. Not only was the plane not well maintained, what made him even more frightened was that Zhou Dapeng had to arrive at 8 a.m. The battle would start before 8 a.m.
According to the climate in northern China, on such a late autumn morning, the sky is still dark before 7:30. That also means that a formation of aircraft flying at a cruising speed of 300 kilometers will be in the dark for at least an hour.
flight.
That's really scary. There are many mountains in Shanxi. If something goes wrong, it is very likely to crash into the mountains. That is much scarier than a plane failure. At least, there is a chance to parachute.
"Hengyu, I understand, I fully understand your worries. Nearly 300 of us came, but now, there are only 200 left. You hope that when we go home one day, we will not see the tears of our parents. Our
My home is on the other side of the ocean, I don't belong here, but..." A trace of sadness flashed across Zhou Dapeng's face, pointing to the red warrior standing neatly in the wind and sand with his back to them not far away, "But,
Your, my, my grandparents, my father and my mother were born and even lived on this land, and are of the same race as them. The home that once belonged to them is trembling under the fire of the Japanese. Do you think that when this country is gone,
Can we live well in the United States? No, a group of people without roots will never get enough respect. No matter how rich you are, you will not get respect. Moreover, even if we can go back alive, we will never get enough respect.
Tell them that we are no match for the Japanese, we are scared, so we are back, do you think we can say it out loud?"
"But, we have no experience of flying at night. We have no vision, no communication, and nothing except direction. How can we fly more than 400 kilometers..." Hengyu's face was dejected.
"Don't worry, Brother Liu told me that he will find a way. If he says he can fly, he will be able to fly. And your task now is to lead your brothers to ensure that there are no problems with our plane in the air. Please
"Yeah." Zhou Dapeng said seriously as he stared at the Chinese engineer hired by the overseas branch of the Huashang Group from the Boeing Company in the United States with a monthly salary of US$1,200.
Only Zhou Dapeng knew that the monthly salary of this so-called Boeing Company's most outstanding young engineer had already been mentioned at US$1,500 before the overseas branch of Huashang Group poached him. But he came to China without hesitation, and has since
Not to mention the unsigned Boeing contract that he has left in the trash heap.
He and he are the same kind of person after all.
Money may represent status, but it can never represent dignity.