While the airport's restoration was in full swing, Ron had already arrived in Cairns, Australia. New units have been formed here. Just wait for the airport to be completed, and you can fly directly over.

Cairns, the capital of North Queensland in northern Australia, is a chūn city to the west of the Great Barrier Reef. Ron knew that in later generations, the city was famous for its tourism. But now, the city in the north doesn't have as many tourists, and the streets are mostly filled with soldiers in all kinds of uniforms.

It's early summer in Cairns, and the sun shines through the broad leaves of the palm and coconut trees next to the tarmac, casting a dappled flake of gold on the ground. In the shade of this large area of trees lay a chaise longue, on which a group of people were reclining and napping. Their military caps were tossed on a round rattan coffee table next to their chaise longue, some with half-drunk Coca-Cola on top of it.

The group walked in this direction, and one of the guards was the fastest. He grabbed more than thirty meters ahead of the others and ran to the shade of the tree first.

"Sir, wake up, wake up!" The guards nudged one of them.

"What's wrong?" The man opened his eyes and asked.

"Captain, General Ron has arrived. This is coming this way. The guard said.

"What, didn't you say it would only arrive at night?" As he spoke, the officer quickly got up, grabbed his hat with his hand, buckled it to his head, and shouted to the people around him: "Get up!" Lined up! Welcome, Sir! ”

So, these people lying on the recliner also got up one by one, put on their hats in a panic, and then straightened their clothes, and some of them were still scrambling to button up the wind and discipline.

At this time, Ron and the others had already walked up to him. The officer hurriedly stood up and raised his hand to Ron and saluted: "Report to the chief, Henry, the leader of the 341st squadron, reports to you!" There are 24 pilots in the 341st Squadron, and there are 24 of them. ”

Ron smiled, returned the salute, and said to Henry, "I've seen you!" Well, you were one of the first batch of students of the Reverse Cross? Looks like you've been singled out with me, right? ”

"General! It's good that you remember xìng. Trainee Henry reports to you. Major Henry laughed.

"Well, I remember you lost a bet to clean the toilet." Ron unceremoniously exposed Henry's scandal back then. "Very good, the boys are already majors! How many rìben planes have been knocked out since going out from the reverse cross? Ron asked.

"General, there are already 11 of them. It's a pity that there are no rìben planes near Australia now, and it is difficult to find rìben planes even on Rabaul's side, or I can shoot down more small rìbens! ”

"Not bad! Be ambitious! Ron nodded and said, "I'm here this time to give everyone the opportunity to shoot down more Rìben planes." ”

Then, Ron said to the pilots who were lining up, "Have you all rested?" ”

"Rest well! Sir! Although the pilots' queue was not neat, and some of them did not even find their hats, their answers were neat.

"Now that everyone is well rested in Australia, we have to prepare for the event." Ron said, "A few years ago, Ash and I ...... Ah, I was driven out of the Philippines by Rì himself, just like MacArthur. At that time, like General MacArthur, we were all eager to fight back to the Philippines. Was there anyone in our squadron who had retreated from the Philippines like me? Ron asked.

"General," replied Henry, "our team was withdrawn from Jakarta that year. But...... However, after several years of fighting, some of the pilots of that year died, some were injured and retired, some were transferred, and there are still two old pilots who are still in the team. Major Henry replied, turning around, pointing to the two old pilots and introducing Ron, "Old Tom, he's an old cat with nine lives." There has been a record of using a P-40 fighter to fight five planes in a single fight, and there has also been a record of flying over the sea and returning safely after the wing was knocked off by the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery for more than half a meter. ”

Ron reached out and shook Tom's hand, saying, "Yes, you should probably draw a cat with nine tails on your plane, this thing is the most vicious demon in rì mythology, and little rì is afraid that he is terribly afraid." ”

"Well, okay, I'll get someone to draw this in a minute." Tom smiled, "It's going to be my mascot." ”

"It should be the mascot of our whole team." Major Henry said, and then he introduced Ron to another veteran pilot: "This is Captain Royce, a would-be ace, well, he had sunk Rì's own destroyer with a rocket. ”

"Sink a destroyer with rockets?" Ron was taken aback, rockets are used to attack tanks and other targets, and the power is very good, but when used to attack destroyers weighing more than 1,000 tons, the power is not enough. Ron understood that Henry couldn't possibly brag here. So how did this Captain Royce sink a destroyer with rockets?

"General, it's not that exaggerated, it's just that Rì himself has a couple of torpedoes on the deck of that destroyer. The rockets I sent happened to hit those torpedoes. Royce explained.

The torpedo used by the destroyer was the so-called "powerful 93 acid torpedo", which was so powerful that its warhead charge was more than 700 kilograms. It has the outstanding advantages of fast speed, long distance and great power. However, there are also defects that the xìng can not be stable enough and is easy to self-detonate. Perhaps the destroyer at that time was carrying out the loading and unloading of torpedoes. As a result, the torpedoes were hit by rockets. The 93 torpedo is in danger of self-detonation in a slightly more violent concussion, and it is strange that it does not explode after such a blow. And a small warship of more than 1,000 tons let a few 93 torpedoes blow up, which is really not finished.

"Luck always favors those who are prepared." Ron said, holding Royce's hand.

"My friends, I often dream of the Philippines, I dream of my comrades-in-arms when I was in the Philippines, and I always dream of going back to the Philippines. Do you want to go back to the Philippines? Do you want to teach those little rì books a lesson? Ron raised his tone.

"Yes!"

"the little rì Ben!"

"Kill those yellow-skinned monkeys!"

The pilots were shouting, and it seemed that everyone's morale was high.

"Not long ago, with the Navy, General MacArthur was back in the Philippines -- and I think everybody heard what he said on the radio. The brothers of the ground forces have already been killed, and we can't afford to fall too far behind! Our brothers in the ground forces seized an airfield in the Philippines. That airport will be our first port of call back to the Philippines. I had just been to that airfield not long ago, and I said to the guys who were working on it, 'You have to hurry, you have to know that the Navy guys have been fighting planes there for a long time, and if you don't hurry, when we come, we won't have anything to fight!' They replied, 'We'll do it as soon as possible, but you know, the Navy guys blew it up so badly, it's not that easy to fix.'" ”

"Sir, Navy they did it on purpose. They want to take advantage of the fact that the level of the current pilot has dropped, and they hurry up to brush up the record! Henry interjected.

"Sir, should we really have no enemy planes to fight when we passed?" A pilot asked.

"If that's the case, you might as well stay in Australia."

"No, there is a fatal flaw in the naval aircraft compared to us, that is, their range cannot be compared to ours. We hung up the drop fuel tanks and flew from Leyte all the way to Shanghai to find the plane. At best, the Navy could only clean the Rì planes near Leyte Island. Ron said.

"However, I think it's best to leave it to us. Royce is okay, he's one plane away from the ace. I'm a full 5 planes away! One of the pilots came up with such a sentence.

"In a week, at most a week, we will be able to return to the Philippines. However, we now have one more task, and that is to adapt to a new kind of aircraft, the P-81 fighter......" Ron concluded.

……

A week later, Ron was informed that the airfield was basically ready and he could get his first squadron of fighters flying over. Although at this time, the personnel of the fighter squadron, which had given themselves the nickname "Nine-Tailed Cat", had not yet fully adapted to the P-81, a heavy fighter -- compared to the P-38, which was used to it, this thing rolled too fast, raised its head too fast, climbed too fast, and circled too badly -- the pilots in the squadron were also veterans, and although they could not fully master this fighter in a few days, they had no problem with basic take-off, landing, and flying. Leyte's airport is finally buzzing again.