The five-star cruise ship rides the wind and waves on the sparkling sea, with "Mary Sue" written in large gold letters on the crooked black stern and a huge Spanish flag waving in the wind.

Seagulls were circling and chirping in the sky, passengers gathered by the railing, Zhang Yun leaned on a railing where no one was around, facing the cool and fishy sea breeze blowing on the sea, his heart was a little excited, and he learned from the radio just now that they had reached the vicinity of the South China Sea - this is definitely a thing to celebrate.

At the moment, the Japanese are fighting in Southeast Asia, and they have encountered several waves of Japanese warships along the way, but with the protection of the Spanish flag, this trip is finally in danger. Now that his hometown is close at hand, how can Zhang Yun not be excited?

"To be honest, I feel like I'm adventurous on a steamer like this."

Suddenly there was a voice beside him, Zhang Yun turned his head and recognized the young man next to him who was wearing a checkered shirt and had a particularly good-looking smile.

George Brown, the pilot in "Adam and Eve", the small open of the New York fashion magazine, the standard rich second generation - and of course one of his new partners.

Zhang Yun couldn't help but smile: George was alluding to Franco's Falangists. It's just that this guy's statement is a bit exaggerated, and Spain is still neutral after all.

But he didn't dare to put his beak lightly, after all, he was a newcomer who had just joined the Flying Tigers.

Zhang Yun is not that kind of extroverted person, as of today, he has only joined the China Aid Volunteer Air Force for a few days, except for the bearded Benneda and Colonel Chennault, he hardly knows anyone, even the ...... around him It's just the name.

And how to say it? This air force is not very different from what he imagined, he always felt that these people were very ...... "personality" and a little familiar.

It's like George now—these people always like to talk to you when they have something to do, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

They stood on the deck in the wind, George babbling and complaining about the boredom of the journey, Zhang Yun answering the occasion, he was not interested in the topic raised by the other party at all.

The two were talking, and there was a warm greeting behind them, Zhang Yun turned around, and a black young man was waving at them: "Hey~, do you two want to have a drink?" ”

His name was Kip Clinton and he used to be the pilot of a base bomber in Seattle.

They were the last of the Flying Tigers to be recruited, and because of the need for secrecy, they had to enter China as tourists – which was planned in advance.

However, for the sake of safety, Chennault and Beneda did not move with the team, the Japanese offensive was too fierce, they rushed back to command first, and before leaving, they instructed this group of pilots to join in Hanoi on several cruise ships and go straight to Kunming - so that the target would not be too big to attract the attention of Japanese spies, especially at this time.

"Thank you." Zhang Yun smiled politely at him, "I'm not good at drinking." ”

"Come on, it's okay to take two sips." George became excited.

Zhang Yun frowned.

"But that's the Colonel's rule."

He made another excuse, but it was clearly in vain.

"Alright, the cat isn't here, don't always make yourself like a medieval ascetic."

"Cat" refers to the Colonel, and this metaphor is very vivid, when Colonel Chennault was there, they were like mice meeting cats, and they were serious like gentlemen, but when the Colonel was gone, they became what they are now.

Playing cards, gambling, drinking...... Almost everything, and whether you want to or not, they love to pull you along.

As for the ascetics......

Unlike George's casual attire, Zhang Yun always wears a formal suit and leather shoes, wakes up at 7 o'clock every day, breakfast at 8 o'clock, afternoon tea at 2 o'clock, dinner at 6 o'clock at night, and goes to bed at 11 o'clock...... Accurate as a machine, it earned the title affectionately bestowed upon it by his comrades in the squadron.

Zhang Yun tried his best to resist this, he didn't like this kind of casual nickname, and felt that it was really rude, but he always failed after appealing several times.

This time was no exception, and as soon as he opened his mouth to retort, George had already affectionately grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him into the luxurious bar of the "Mary Sue".

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It has to be said that the "Mary Sue" is worthy of a five-star cruise ship, and the luxury in the bar is simply breathtaking, not only providing sumptuous pastries, but also excellent taste; The dull Spanish captain with a big belly is clumsily joking with the female guests.

When Zhang Yun walked in, he found that all the pilots had arrived, and a middle-aged pilot got up and warmly beckoned Zhang Yun to take their seats, he was wearing a gray sportswear, his tanned thin face was radiant, and he had a cigarette in his mouth.

"Something, Jon?"

His name was David Brand, a former flight instructor at Florida Air Force Base, the oldest of them, who is said to have fought in World War I and shot down 12 German planes.

Zhang Yun glanced at the bar, the white and purple orchids in the vase were pleasing to the eye, and the variety of wine was even more dazzling.

"Champagne cocktail."

This choice made David laugh for a moment, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"You know what, man. Those who can fight tough battles and drink spirits are pure masters. He said as he stuffed the brandy into Zhang Yun's hand.

Zhang Yun sighed helplessly: David is like this, he is always so enthusiastic that you can't cry or laugh, but he can't refuse.

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The atmosphere in the bar is dreamy and welcoming, with the typical drunken atmosphere of the 40s of the last century. People were chatting and chattering with each other, colored spherical lights flashing overhead, bands playing a joyous Spanish dance tune, and the dance floor was filled with gorgeous dresses swirling around dark black suits, like flowers blooming.

Here, you don't even feel that war is actually close at hand.

This also made Zhang Yun feel disgusted - they went to resist the Japanese and go to war! But what are they doing now?

"Hey! Look over there! George suddenly shouted, as if he had discovered a new world.

Following his gaze, Zhang Yun noticed that a British businessman was dancing with a Jewish beauty in his arms.

"Thank God~" George's blue eyes sparkled, "I almost thought that this journey would be spent in boredom and dreary, but I didn't expect that in the end, the Emperor of Mercy gave me an angel." ”

"Angels?" Zhang Yun was stunned, "What do you want to do?" ”

"We're pilots." George winked at him, "How can you not leave a girl in every place you fly?" ”

He took a sip of whiskey, straightened his clothes, and took advantage of the dance music to start a hunting operation, Zhang Yun opened his mouth and just wanted to stop it, but was stopped by David.

"Let him go." He said, "It is this virtue that it is more difficult for George to give up the pursuit of beautiful women than it is for him to give up chasing enemy planes." ”

"But I'm worried about ......"

"Don't worry, the Mary Sue is a neutral ship, and no one will be looking for trouble here."

"Yes." Zhang Yun glanced uneasily in the direction of the dance floor.

There, he saw George break through the crowd on the dance floor like a fighter jet breaking through the clouds and stride towards the girl, a sudden action that seemed to startle the Jewish woman. However, George was worthy of being a veteran of the love scene, and his invitation was polite, and the girl soon smiled softly and put her hand into George's hand.

A new dance music had begun, and George was dancing with his Japanese girl. He danced and strutted, the girl smiled softly, and the two men drew closer and closer.

The British businessman immediately expressed displeasure. He turned his head and ordered a few words to the entourage behind him, and the entourage left silently, and when he came back, there were a few more Indian Ahsan with hideous tattoos on his arms and almost torn out of his muscles.

"Na~ I said......" Zhang Yun poked David with his finger, "You call this no one looking for trouble, I think your grammar is very problematic." ”

"No, no, no, Jon. I'm not wrong at all. David said as he got up and took off his coat, "because soon they don't look like they're human anymore." ”

As he spoke, he strode onto the dance floor, and a hook knocked down an Indian Asan.

There was a lot of chaos in the bar, and the friends all moved their hands, waving their fists desperately, and an Indian Asan took a chair and slammed it on David's back. His own fate was worse though, as Kip landed an elbow right on his cheek, sending him flying upside down.

Tables and chairs collided everywhere, wine bottles flew around, and the screams and curses of the female guests, the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the sound of broken glass were mixed together.

On the other side, George had already shoveled down the one rushing up and was about to go up to make up for the punch, when his blonde beauty had already kicked the opponent's fallen face several times, this move immediately won George's loud praise and Zhang Yun's stunned:

"Hey~! You're ruining Allied friendship! Zhang Yun shouted with a darkened gaze.

"Why don't you come and help!" Kip yelled at him, punching an Indian asan in the abdomen, knocking out a broken tooth with his knee as he bent over.

Help?

Zhang Yun looked at his figure...... This unrealistic idea was eventually abandoned.

He just wanted to turn around and leave this place of right and wrong, but at this moment......

"Whew"!

An Indian Ah San flew over his head and slammed it hard in front of him. This fall was obviously not light, and Ah San was so painful that he stomped his teeth and cracked his mouth.

"That ......" Zhang Yun stabbed him carefully, "Do you want to call a doctor for you?" ”

But the other party raised his head and glared at him viciously, obviously Kip's words just now had exposed the fact that Zhang Yun was in the same group as them.

“…… All right. Zhang Yun had no choice but to pick up the beer bottle on the ground and smash it on his head.

This crisp and loud suddenly focused the eyes of several comrades-in-arms, who looked at Zhang Yun dumbfounded, and finally David slowly gave a thumbs up:

"It turns out that you kid is the most ruthless one."

"Don't complain! Come on! Zhang Yun pointed to the door.

There, uniformed guards were trying to separate the chaotic crowd and squeeze in.

Kip stuck out his tongue:

"Now it's time to go home."