I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Chen Feng shook his head. No, he had to find a way to send this girl back to Mengshan and replace her with Yunyan. It would be too uncomfortable.

"Go to bed quickly! You still have a mission tomorrow. As a communications team leader, it's not a good idea for you to always leave the radio to others."

On September 9, the New Fourth Division finally counted the spoils and distributed the floating property and materials. Shen Honglie did not listen to Chen Feng. Although the Japanese industries were not divided, and the production materials and finished products were not divided, other materials for production and life could be used by everyone and could not be monopolized by one person.

Knowing that Chen Feng was afraid of trouble, Shen Honglie did not give Chen Feng any money or gold and silver jewelry. All the floating wealth was converted into gold bars. Fifteen thousand large yellow croakers and thirty thousand small yellow croakers were equivalent to 4.5 tons of gold. In addition to gold, 500 tons of grain were distributed, more than 50,000 pieces of various cloth were distributed, and gasoline for trucks was also distributed at the same rate of 50%. A canning factory and a canning warehouse were added, with a total of more than 100,000 boxes of various cans. Various other things were also stored in two large warehouses.

Chen Feng didn't care. He wouldn't worry about these things. The logistics officer, Old Yan, arrived yesterday and left everything to him. What he cared about was the air force pilots. It was really hard to train them, and he was not very confident about summoning them. There were more than 200 bombers and fighters at the two airports. It was not a good idea to leave them there. They would become useless if they were not maintained for a long time.

"Report"!

"Come in"!

"Captain, Joe Piero sent a telegram, congratulations on our capture of Qingdao city."

Joe Piero? Isn't this news too late?

By the way, the Air Force, the Americans, Chennault, isn't it enough to ask Joe Piro to recruit them? The planes are ready, and I don't need them to fly the planes to fight, just train pilots for myself. The Navy already has them, and now I have the planes. Chen Feng is a little itchy in his heart. He can do it, he can do it.

"Zi Han, send a telegram to Qiao Bi Luo and ask them to recruit ten retired ace pilots for us. No need to fight in wars, just train pilots. Monthly salary~, monthly salary..."

Chen Feng tried hard to recall how the Flying Tigers were paid, but his memory was a little fuzzy. He had seen a documentary in his previous life. The Flying Tigers were paid very well, and the members lived a very carefree life. Chennault seemed to have received one thousand US dollars, and ordinary members should have received five hundred to eight hundred US dollars. Forget it, there are only ten people, so just use gold to pay them!

"The monthly salary is five large yellow croakers, which is 1,500 grams of gold. Tell Joe Piero that he must be a pilot who can be a flight instructor."

Chen Feng can also train pilots himself, but it is a mind-consuming job. It is fine for two or three days, but he won’t have to do anything else for a long time.

With nothing to do, Chen Feng took Song Zihan to Cangkou Airport. The Third Regiment's Special Operations Battalion was responsible for guarding Cangkou Airport. The battalion commander was Chen Rongwei, the former platoon leader of the Third Platoon, who was a special operations member who followed Li Ergou from the Fifth War Zone.

"Captain, do you want to check the plane?"

"Rongwei, how about being on alert? If the Japanese come to bomb, can we save these planes?"

"Captain, look at the determination of the Japanese! If they really carry out a large-scale bombing without regard to losses, we cannot stop it. However, our firepower can still stop a small-scale sneak attack. The Japanese army left behind eight anti-aircraft guns, and we brought six large-caliber heavy machine guns and ten anti-aircraft machine guns. They will not be able to get down if we carry out a dive bombing."

"The airport here is ours now. The New Fourth Division controls Liuting. How many planes can be flown now? Is there enough fuel?"

"Captain, there are 46 fighters and 52 bombers. The aircraft are fully loaded with ammunition, the oil depot is intact, and there is enough fuel."

"Come on, take me to see the fighter jets."

The fighter planes were all hidden in the hangar. Chen Feng checked the models of the fighter planes next to the hangar. The Zero fighter plane had been produced by this time, right? I wonder if there are any here.

Sure enough, there was only one Zero fighter, and the others were Tornado fighters and Type 6 fighters. Chen Feng looked at the Zero fighter in front of him, but what he thought of was the roar in the movie Battle of Midway. He had to admit that in the first half of the Zero fighter's service, it was suppressing American aircraft, until the United States developed the FF Hellcat fighter in .

"Roewe, ask someone to help me push it out, I'll try."

Chen Rongwei's eyes widened with fear. Try it? What do you mean by try it? Don't tell me you can fly a plane?

"What's wrong, Roewe?"

"Captain, how do we try it? Do you go up and we push you?"

Song Zihan imagined the scene in his mind and burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Roewe, push us onto the runway, I'll show you what an ace pilot is."

Chen Rongwei didn't dare to answer. This is God! If something goes wrong, he won't let me go.

Song Zihan was also surprised:

"Captain, don't tell me you are serious"?

"Rongwei, this is an order."

"Yes"!

"You guys come in."

Song Zihan was obviously a little worried:

"Captain, can you please stop playing? I'm scared."

"Don't worry, it's okay! I'll go up with a parachute on my back, and I can parachute out if anything happens."

"You can also skydive?"

Chen Feng had a melancholy expression on his face. He took out the fireworks and wanted to load them once, but then he thought about the ammunition and oil drums everywhere and put them back.

"There are really not many things in this world that I don't know."

Song Zihan almost couldn't help cursing. Is it really okay to pretend like this? She is not as innocent as Daya.

The plane reached the runway. Chen Feng checked the fuel gauge and started the plane, only to find that there was no parachute. He couldn't be careless with this thing.

"Rongwei, go find a parachute. There must be some on those planes."

Song Zihan stared at the captain blankly. You are kidding! The plane is on fire! What should I do?

The setting of the Zero fighter did not take parachutes into consideration. It was a suicidal fighter. The Japanese's Bushido spirit did not allow them to have any retreat. By the late stage of World War II, the Zero could no longer beat the Hellcat. They even inhumanely improved the Kamikaze suicide mode. The pilots would weld the windows when they boarded the plane, and even if they survived the air battle, they would have to crash into American warships.

I put the parachute on my back and checked it carefully. I hope there is nothing wrong with it! Otherwise, I won’t have a chance to complain.

The plane began to taxi, and Song Zihan finally reacted. He ran after the plane and shouted:

"Captain, it's too dangerous, stop, stop quickly."

Chen Feng tilted his head and saluted, which made Chen Rongwei and a group of team members look at him with admiration. He pulled the joystick and the plane took off.

Song Zihan collapsed helplessly beside the runway. How old is she? Even if she could really fly a plane or jump with a parachute, she couldn't just go up into the sky without caring about her safety!

Song Zihan suddenly thought of something and ran towards Chen Rongwei behind him like crazy.

"Captain Chen, hurry up and take me to find the radio station. I want to send a message to the New Fourth Division, to all the battalions and companies, and to the Jiaolong Regiment, asking them not to open fire."