Ron followed the sergeant into the deep valley, and the surroundings suddenly darkened, as if time had suddenly jumped from noon to dusk. It took a few seconds for Ron's eyes to fully adjust. The huge green arms of the tall trees in the valley were stacked on top of each other, blocking out almost all the sunlight. This also makes it almost impossible to see a single grass on the ground in the forest, only a thick layer of branches and leaves that have fallen for a long time without knowing when. Sometimes some old trees fall on both sides of the path, and at this time, it is like opening a skylight in a dark room, and the strong sunlight immediately pours down, illuminating the place. And the plants that had been suffocating under the giant umbrella of the big trees also grew rapidly, and all kinds of herbaceous plants, shrubs, and trees that had not yet grown up were competing to grow there, and they were vying to produce all kinds of flowers.

After walking for about ten minutes in this flickering forest, I heard the sound of the water flowing, and it seemed that there was a small stream in the valley. At this moment, the sergeant who led the team said, "Sir, the front is here." ”

The trees in front of him began to thin out, and a rocky beach filled with pebbles of all sizes appeared in Ron's eyes.

At this time, the sergeant leading the way stopped, carefully observed the movement in front of him, and then made a quiet gesture to Ron, then turned a corner, bowed down, and walked to the left$1$Ben$Read$Novel(.( yb)(d)(u).)。

Ron followed him, turning a large tree that was hugging thick, and in a hollow behind the tree, he saw General Chennault crouching there.

Chennault looked like he was in his 50s and was on the thin side. He was crouching there with a gun, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

A little behind Chennault, a Chinese general, sitting quietly on a rock, with a gun leaning against a large tree beside him. Ron alarmed Chennault when they walked over, he turned his head, and saw that Ron seemed to be about to say hello to him, so he quickly released his right hand from the trigger, stretched out a finger, put it to his lips, made a silent gesture, and waved his hand to let Ron come closer.

Ron walked over to Chennault's side and crouched down like him.

Chennault didn't speak, just picked up a gun from the ground and handed it to Ron. Then he pointed to the creek in front of him with his finger.

Ron took the gun, it was a Springfield rifle with a scope, and the bullet was loaded.

Ron half-knelt down, resting the butt of his rifle on his right shoulder, tilted his head, and looked ahead through the scope - there was silence on the rocky beach, nothing.

After a long time, there was some movement ahead. Beneath the woods ahead, something seemed to be shaking. After a while, a huge wild boar came out.

The boar looked left and right for a moment, snorted twice, and then several smaller boars ran out of the forest. The wild boars hummed and came to the edge of the stream, lined up along the stream, and lowered their heads to drink. Some of the wild boars even ran directly into the stream and rolled around.

Chennault steadily extended the muzzle of his gun. With a "bang", the largest boar fell in response. The pigs were in a mess. Ron hurriedly fired a shot - and missed nothing. Chennault pulled the bolt again, then brought it down again. At this time, the remaining wild boars turned around and ran towards the dense forest behind them. Ron fired another shot, but still didn't hit anything.

By this time, Chennault had stood up and walked out of the hollow with his still smoking rifle. Ron, the sergeant, and the Chinese general walked out together.

"General Chennault is good marksmanship!" The Chinese general walked up to the two boar carcasses and looked at them, and exclaimed, "Both shots were shot in the head—luck was good today, everyone had meat to eat." ”

"It's not easy to encounter such a big wild boar." Chennault smiled as well, "Looks like Colonel Ron brought us good luck." ”

"It's a pity that my marksmanship is too poor, and I fired two shots, but I didn't hit a single shot." Ron smiled self-deprecatingly as he gave Chennault and the Chinese general a military salute.

Chennault was in a good mood after returning the salute, and after returning the salute, he began to introduce Ron to the Chinese general next to him.

"This is my friend, General Zhou Zhirou, commander-in-chief of the Chinese Air Force." Then he turned his head and introduced Ron to Zhou Zhirou, "This is our air combat hero, Colonel Ron, an expert in fighter tactics. He is now General Arnold's envoy......"

The two boars were dragged aside, and the soldiers spread their parasols on a relatively flat beach, and set up maza and a small dining table underneath. A couple of cooks were busy on the other side dealing with the wild boar.

The three of them sat under parasols and began to discuss the situation in the skies over Myanmar.

"Colonel Ron, you're an expert in air combat, and you've just been around Burma, do you have any thoughts on the current situation?" Chennault asked.

"I have a little idea." "I think our transport planes are like a cornfield, and the Japanese fighters are like wild boars hiding in the woods, and they will come out from time to time and make a mess of the cornfields." If we just stay in the cornfield, we won't solve the problem, because we can't stay open our eyes 24 hours a day. ”

"You mean we're going to knock on the door?" Chennault shook his head slightly, "We've tried bombing Japanese airfields. Not much effect. The Japanese are well concealed, and it is difficult to bomb the plane. ”

"It is not enough to destroy planes with a single click, the biggest weakness of the Japanese is not in the number of planes, what they lack the most is pilots. To hurt them, the most important thing is to consume their pilots. ”

"Be specific."

"Before the war, Japan had been short of oil, which made Japan not have the conditions to train a large number of pilots, and they could only hope to rely on a few top pilots to win the world. After the outbreak of war, they were given oil, but they found themselves without enough flight instructors. However, the front line is so tense that it is impossible to let the already small number of front-line pilots go to China to become flight instructors, otherwise, the front line will collapse. Therefore, the only way for the Japanese was to conduct only the most preliminary training for the new pilots in the country, and then send them to some places where the fighting was relatively mild, and let them learn again with the old birds in those places first, and then send them to other areas where the fighting was more important when they had some experience. Ron paused, looked up, and glanced at Chennault, who saw that there seemed to be a look of displeasure in Chennault's eyes.

"My analysis is supposed to be fine, what is there that upsets him?" Ron didn't care too much, though. Chennault is a legendary hero, but he has always been a hero outside the system, and his influence in the army has always been limited, so it is good not to offend him, but even if he offends, it is not a big deal.

So Ron continued: "In this way, some of the less important battlefields, such as Burma, have a special effect on Japan's air power, which is to rely on it to train pilots. ”

"I think in this way, in fact, the so-called less important battlefields become very important. Isn't it? Chennault interjected.

Ron immediately realized the reason for Chennault's unhappiness just now, and it must have been because he had counted the Burma battlefield as a less important battlefield. To belittle the importance of this battlefield is to belittle his accomplishments.

"So if we can sabotage this plan here, it will be equivalent to destroying the entire Japanese pilot line, and then the combat war here will be of strategic significance." Ron hastened to emphasize the importance of the air battle in Burma.

Chennault nodded with satisfaction and said, "In this way, the importance of eliminating wild boars is actually more important than protecting corn fields." ”

"You can't say that," Zhou Zhirou, who had been silent, suddenly interjected, "The cornfield is gone, and people will starve to death!" As a Chinese leader, he is well aware of the importance of the transport plane on the route to the country - it is the blood vessel that maintains China's life, and if this blood vessel is broken, the consequences are really unimaginable. No matter what the Americans want, they can't joke about this artery.

"Of course, the cornfields can't be spoiled by pigs, but we've already lost so many transport planes on the route, and we can afford to lose a little more in a short period of time. But the Japanese could absolutely not afford the losses of the corresponding pilots. Chennault was a bit of a pusher, and it was clear that taking the initiative was more in line with his character.

"We used to tie our fighters to the transport planes, so that the high-speed advantage of our fighters could not be used, and at the same time made the choice of engagement fall into the hands of the Japanese, now I have an idea, we increase the number of transport planes, and at the same time reduce the escort force directly assigned to the transport planes, and these planes are organized in groups of four to go on safaris near Japanese airfields to attack those enemy planes that are taking off or landing. Constantly harassing them, maintaining a presence near Myitkyina airfield twenty-four hours a day, increasing the frequency of air combat. In this way, we will strive to completely deplete the Japanese fighter units within a month. ”

Ron's suggestion was in fact a reproduction of General Doolittle's tactics of completely defeating the Luftwaffe in the "Great Week" air battle in Europe. Ron is convinced that this tactic will also succeed in Myanmar.

"It won't cost the transporter too much, will it?" Zhou Zhirou is still worried.

"There may be a little impact for the time being, but I estimate that it will not be long before the loss of transport aircraft can be greatly reduced." Ron replied.

Chennault nodded, stood up, and said, "This proposal is interesting, but whether it is feasible or not must be carefully studied." Let's discuss these things in detail when we return to the headquarters. I smell the aroma of barbecue. Let's put that damn war aside for a moment and enjoy this feast.