Time was in a hurry, so Ron didn't have time to go back to the "reverse cross" again. Fortunately, the "reverse cross" side has basically been arranged. As for the question of who will take over him, Ron prefers McGaia, of course, this matter will have to be decided from above in the end, but Ron's recommendation will definitely play a very big role.

Four days later, a C-54 transport plane will fly non-stop to England, and Ron plans to take it to England. Prior to that, Ron had spent almost all of his time studying the composition of his new wing, training, and how to better perform ground missions in the future.

But he didn't forget to write a letter to Nadya. In fact, although he did not say it explicitly, he also hinted to her that he would soon leave the United States and return to the battlefield. At the time, Nadya was praising peace on the North American continent with envy, saying that there was hardly any shadow of war in the United States. So Ron tells her that the effects of war are everywhere.

"No, Nadya, the effects of the war are still very obvious." Ron said, "Don't you notice that most of the young people we've met are women when we've been walking for so long?" ”

"Ah, really!" Nadya, who had just reacted, nodded, "Maybe I'm used to seeing young men on the street." There was a hint of melancholy in her words.

Ron knew that in history, tens of millions of people died in the war in the former Soviet Union, which is almost an entire generation. Novel ybdu. After several years in a Soviet city with few young men, Nadya really couldn't find the problem of how few young men were in the city.

"Nadya, the war will end." Ron comforted her, saying, "The most difficult time is over." And you don't at least don't have to worry about me. I am already a general, and even if I go back to the front, it is unlikely that I will die on the battlefield. ”

"Ron, you're not really going to the front, are you?" Nadya was alarmed, her eyes widening and she looked at Ron worriedly.

"Look at you!" Ron smiled, "What the future holds, who knows?" However, even when I arrived at the front line, my superiors had already forbidden me to take to the air to brush up my achievements. So, you definitely don't have to worry about me! ”

Nadya suddenly clung to Ron, "Don't lie to me, I know you're going to war!" She buried her head in Ron's shoulder. Ron could hear her sobbing as she held back.

But Nadya quickly got her hands on it. She suppressed her sobs, wiped away her tears, smiled hard, and said to Ron, "You don't have to worry about me, take care of yourself!" ”

……

Four days later, in the early hours of the morning, before the sun came out, Ron took Scott and boarded the C-54 transport plane.

In addition to Ron and Scott, there were a number of other passengers on the plane, most of them were officers, but there were also a few people in civilian clothes, and from their every move, Ron was sure that these people were definitely not military personnel.

The oldest of the men in civilian clothes was in his sixties, and his hair was gray. But he went in good spirits. Next to him was a young man in his thirties, who looked like his junior. They were sitting in the seats in front of Ron, chatting. Judging by what they were talking about, both men seem to be experts in architecture. As for the other people, they sat far away from Ron, so although they were also talking, Ron couldn't hear what they were talking about.

At this time, another passenger boarded the plane, it was a soldier in his fifties, he was wearing a slightly old, but very cleanly washed military uniform, judging by his epaulettes, it was a colonel officer of the Army Airlines.

The colonel saw Ron at first sight when he boarded the plane and noticed the star on his shoulder. So he got up and first raised his hand to salute Ron.

After Ron returned the salute, the colonel spoke first, "You're General Ron, aren't you?" I'm Clark?? Spell ......"

It was here that he suddenly met the captain of the mission support team that General Arnold had chosen for him, much to Ron's surprise. According to the materials I read, shouldn't he be in England? Ron thought so as he reached out to take his hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Colonel Sbel. Aren't you supposed to be in the UK? ”

"Ah, General Ron," Colonel Spear looked around, and saw that there was an empty seat next to Ron, so he said to Ron, "You don't have anyone else sitting here, do you?" ”

"Nobody's, you can sit here." Ron hurriedly replied.

Colonel Spell sat down next to Ron, and then said to Ron, "I was supposed to be in England, but I was notified the other day that I would be transferred to a new wing as the Captain of the Mission Support Group. For this, I was given a few days off, and it just so happened that my daughter had just given birth to a little grandson the other day. So, I took advantage of a few days off to come back and have a look. ”

"Congratulations." Ron said, "Is the little guy alright?" ”

As soon as he talked about Sibel's grandson, Sibel immediately smiled all over his face, and his two small eyes narrowed to the point that only one slit remained.

"Very good, very good, 9 pounds, a very fit guy. It's a pity that the war is not over yet, or I can retire and go home to play with him......"

The two chatted for a few words, and at this time, a crew member came over: "The plane is about to take off, please fasten your seat belts." Ron and Sbell hurriedly fastened their seatbelts. At this time, the propellers of the aircraft began to spin, and the aircraft began to glide along the taxiway towards the runway.

The C-54 was converted from McDonnell Douglas's airliner, and in order to increase the carrying capacity, many comfort-oriented facilities, such as soundproofing, were removed. So when the plane began to accelerate down the runway with all its might, the roar of the engines filled the entire cabin, forcing those who were still chatting to shut their mouths.

However, as the plane got higher and higher, the roar of the engine gradually decreased. And at this time, a reddish ray of sunlight also shone into the cabin......

After almost a full day of flying, by the afternoon, the plane had finally landed at an airport in Scotland. The long-distance flight was the most exhausting, even an ace pilot like Ron felt tired, and the others thought that needless to say, the two construction experts sitting in front of Ron had already sat with a sore back, but Colonel Sbel, although he was no longer young, had run back and forth on both sides of the Atlantic in a few days, and his spirit was not bad, better than many young men.

England is markedly different now than the last time Ron came, and there is a sense of imminent tension everywhere. At this rear airfield, Ron saw a plane taking off or landing almost every few minutes, and on the airport's tarmac, a large line of transport planes and land-based anti-submarine aircraft could be seen. Some American paratroopers were also lining up in front of the tarmac with parachute bags on their backs, ready to board. The M1 semi-automatic rifle was carried in a bag and hung aside. Ron passed by in the jeep they were in, and Ron could clearly see an eagle howling on their armband.

"Isn't this the 101st Airborne Division?" Ron thought, at this moment, from behind them came this singing:

“……

He broke the wind, he smashed the cold, he fell horribly from the sky.

The ribbon of the parachute floated and wrapped around his leg.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again.

The swaying twine in the air wrapped around his neck, and the rope tore the top of the umbrella.

The hanging strap was knotted around his skinny bones.

The dome became his shroud, and he was thrown from the air.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again.

His mind flashed through his old life, his emotions, his laughter. The girl next door he misses,

The only person he cared about after he left. He thought of the physicians,

Think about what they'll find.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again.

……”

It may be difficult for people in other countries to imagine that the content of a paratrooper song written for themselves actually depicts how a paratrooper was thrown to death because of a parachute accident. Even the process is portrayed in such detail and blood. A gust of wind blew the last lines of the song into Ron's ears:

He fell to the ground, and made a sound of tearing gold,

His blood was bubbling like a fountain. His companions shouted:

It's a fucking way to die.

He rolled around on the ground a few times, covered in his own blood.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again.

Blood on the lines, brains smeared all over the canopy,

The intestines shook on his paratrooper suit.

He became a mash of flesh and people had to pour him out of his boots.

He won't stand up again.

Bloody, bloody, such a great way to die.

He won't stand up again

……”

"These crazy boys," laughed Colonel Spell, "are the only ones who can sing such a song so cheerfully, even with high spirits." But it's a nice tune, and as far as I know, a lot of the Brits like it, but they don't really like the lyrics of our song......"

This song was full of strange optimism, which Ron had heard for the first time, but the tune was all too familiar to him: "Nima's! Isn't this the anthem of Manchester United? Could it be that the dignified Manchester United team song passed from here? ”