The beautiful reporter who had been sitting with him and meditating on Liu Tuanzuo and sorting out her notes not far from Liu Tuanzuo couldn't help but roll her eyes at a certain deputy who enjoyed the bear hug of Langtuanza.

The hug she wants is not so absent-minded, look at the appearance of the one who runs faster than a rabbit, if the person being hugged is her, she is probably angry!

It's just that, even if it's perfunctory, his arms should be very warm!

Not to mention the different minds of these two, Liu Tuanzuo is all the way.

"Gong Liu in the telegram is not Admiral Liu!"

As the so-called words woke up the dreamer, Liu Lang, who had been thinking hard about how to deceive the militarily only the battalion and company commander, but politically he was extremely high-level chairman of the committee, finally knew the meaning of the words "Liu Gong is still needed" at the end of the message.

Sure enough, he is the founder of the country, and his wisdom is really unfathomable! It's a brilliant plan.

Liu Lang has reached a dead end in his own thinking, always thinking about how to deceive, but he doesn't know, change his thinking, let Admiral Liu come forward, use victory as bait, and borrow troops to use.

Liu Xiang, chairman of Sichuan Province, second-class general of the National Revolutionary Army, and commander of the Seventh Theater of Operations who was recuperating in Hankou, had been sitting alone in his study for an hour watching the telegram distributed by his nephew Liu Lang in the evening, his eyes narrowed, no one knew what he was thinking, but the expression on his sallow face was indescribably serious.

Finally, as night fell, the second-level general raised his eyebrows, as if he had already made a decision, and picked up the phone: "Give me the chairman's office, Liu Xiang of the Seventh War Zone has important military information to tell me." ”

"Fu Cheng, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it!" The waiting time was not long, and the person on the other end of the phone was quickly answered, although the Jiangsu and Zhejiang accents were feminine, but they also made people feel like a spring breeze.

Others don't know, but Liu Xiang knows that since the war with the Japanese invaders, whether it is in North China or Southeast China, the war has become increasingly embarrassing, as the leader of a country, the mood can be imagined to be bad, but from his words rarely hear anxiety, worthy of being one of the most outstanding figures in Chinese politics in the past ten years.

"I Sichuan entered the 。。。。。。 of the independent regiment of the 22nd Group Army in Shanxi" Liu Xiang got straight to the point and told Liu Lang all the battle plans for the upcoming ambush of the 40th Infantry Brigade.

The leader's snort on the other end of the line suddenly became a little heavier.

After a full minute of silence, "Accurate! ”

A smile bloomed on Liu Xiang's serious face. For Liu Lang, his nephew, he couldn't be more satisfied. Today's performance, in particular, has proved that he is not only an outstanding commander in military affairs, but also has begun to mature politically.

Politics, albeit incomparably ugly. But in essence, it is nothing more than a process of mutual negotiation and mutual compromise. Deliberately concealed, no matter how seamless it is, there will always be a day when it will be exposed, and that will bring greater suspicion.

Liu Lang used him to go out and go straight to the battlefield single-handedly, and the need to transfer to Yan'an's "Aviation Volunteers" 15 fighters to help the Niangziguan battlefield is a tactical need and the most normal logic of the front-line commander.

Whether to approve or not to approve is a matter of consideration and even measurement for the leader of a country, especially when he, the top general representing the Sichuan army, personally presents the battle plan.

Besides, when the big fat meat of nearly 7,000 infantry brigades and regiments is on the lips and retreats one after another on the North China battlefield, how can the chairman of the committee who suffered heavy casualties in the fierce battle in the southeast Songhu battlefield not eat it? He thought too much, he needed a victory too much to boost the morale of the military and civilians of the whole country.

From that point of view, he had to approve.

From this moment on, all the military operations of the "Aviation Volunteers" became legalized.

However, this victory will be crowned with the unified command of the Military Council, led by the Third Army, with the cooperation of the 129th Division of the 18th Army and the Independent Regiment of the 22nd Army. This was a condition put forward after the bald boss promised Liu Xiang that he could use 15 fighters of the "Aviation Volunteer Army."

Liu Xiang agreed very happily for Liu Lang without hesitation. The second-class general knew his nephew too well, and his military exploits were a dispensable thing for him, and what he valued most was always the killing of the enemy and the casualties of his own officers and soldiers.

Although this point seems ridiculous in officialdom, Liu Xiang appreciates it very much. Perhaps, in his bones, he is also disgusted with the Zen spirit who has been fighting for power and profit for more than ten years! Especially when your body is getting worse.

Although the bald boss has some good names, and he hasn't fought much with the 40th Infantry Brigade, so he first crowned the leading name for the Central Army, but this is definitely a resolute person, and he will definitely do things when he takes the benefits.

As soon as possible, an order from the President's Chamberlain was sent to the Air Force Headquarters, ordering it to report to the Executive Yuan the expenses incurred by the transfer of 15 fighters of the "Aviation Volunteers" to Wuhan Airport, and to separately account for the expenses to be paid by overseas Chinese donations.

Comrade Lao Zhou was still a little confused at first, but he reported to the Executive Yuan that the 15 fighters of the "Aviation Volunteers" had been transferred to Wuhan, first, because they had to ensure the safety of the planes in transit and to carry out tactical deception, and second, more than 10 fighters of the Air Force had just transferred to Wuhan Airport, and they could report to the Executive Yuan together in a few days, and by the way, they could obtain some more expenses from the Executive Yuan for the Air Force.

After all, the transfer of the "Aviation Volunteers" to Yan'an can save a lot of costs. How do you know, it's just arrived, and the old man will know it?

It was still Chief Wang who reminded with a secret smile that the commander-in-chief of the Air Force knew that the boss meant to hide the location of the "Aviation Volunteers" in advance, including the Executive Yuan. For at least three days, no one except him and a limited number of people knew where the fighters had gone.

There is no way, Japanese spies are everywhere, not to mention that non-military institutions such as the Executive Yuan have been seriously infiltrated, even the military, and there are many Japanese criminals' eyes and ears. The bald headmaster really did his best, not only agreeing to the fighter plane's participation in the battle of Niangzi Pass, but also playing the routine of pointing fingers and fighting west. The military talent of commanding a campaign may be slightly lacking, but in the matter of people's hearts, this one is very familiar with the game.

Therefore, in the intelligence of the Japanese army, the whereabouts of the fifteen fighters were only mentioned to go to Wuhan Airport, which of course did not arouse the alarm of any Japanese commander 2,000 miles away. As for the time when they knew the whereabouts of the fifteen fighters, it was already the day after the war, and at that time, not to mention that they knew, people who paid a little attention to the war in Shanxi knew it.

The metal fuselage of the "Aviation Volunteers" is really eye-catching.

It is definitely the brightest star in the Chinese sky in this era. Although they lost nearly 100 planes in the battle, they shot down more than 400 Japanese planes in Songhu. At one time, the air wing on the Japanese aircraft carrier did not dare to go out, if it were not for more than 30 aircraft to attack together.

For the people of the Songhu area, every appearance of them almost represents victory. However, after all, there are too few of their planes, and there are too many planes of the Japanese invaders.

Each time, several will fall. Then, less and less, less and less, until forced to withdraw from the battlefield.

Metal-hulled airplanes painted with the blue sky and white sun flag of the Republic of China have been extinct in Songhu since October.

But now, they have come to northern Shaanxi and Yan'an.

The Yan'an airport, which is almost entirely loess, but unusually smooth and neat, has been placed under martial law. The entire perimeter of the airfield was guarded by an infantry regiment.

At the airport, a row of planes with loess on their fuselages were filling fuel, and more than a dozen pilots were busy overhauling the planes.

They were illuminated by torches held aloft by leggings in gray uniforms.

The pilots, who had flown nearly 1,100 kilometers, did not go far, but ate and rested in a mud house not far away, eating and resting with vegetable soup. There was not much time left for them, just a few hours.

Zhou Dapeng, the arrow figure of the "Aviation Volunteer Army", who led the team, which was composed almost entirely of Chinese pilots and had a brilliant record, was standing on the runway of the airport arguing with a man in his 30s wearing oil-stained overalls and glasses.

"As a mechanic, I strongly disagree with this flight plan! There is a lot of wind and sand here, all aircraft have to be overhauled overnight, the time you leave us is too short, and it is a flight beyond the combat radius, it is too dangerous to do so. The man blushed and said indignantly.

"I'm sorry, Brother Hengyu, we have to get to the battlefield before the enemy planes arrive on the battlefield, this is a military order." Zhou Dapeng raised his hand and looked at his watch, facing his ground maintenance chief engineer, although he said sorry, he said very firmly.

"Even if it is a military order, you can't ignore the truth, and as a result of such a flight, it is very likely that the plane will be destroyed and people will be killed, and you will not even have a chance to see the enemy. We, already have only the last 52 planes. The fair face, which was still stained with a little oil, was even a little distorted because of excitement.

In fact, he didn't say a word yet, not only did the plane not get enough maintenance, but what made him feel terrible was that Zhou Dapeng was going to arrive at 8 o'clock in the morning. The battle will start before 8 o'clock.

And according to the climate in northern China, the sky is still dark even before 7:30 a.m. on such a late autumn morning. That also means that a formation of aircraft flying at a cruising speed of 300 kilometers will have at least an hour to fly in the dark.

That's terrible. Shanxi is mountainous, and if one is not good, it is very likely to crash into the mountain, which is much more terrible than the failure of the plane, at least, there is still a chance to parachute.

"Hengyu, I understand, I understand your worries. We've had almost 300 people here, and now, there's only 200 left, and you hope that one day when we go home, we won't see the tears of our parents. Our home is on the other side of the ocean, and we don't belong here, but 。。。。。。 A trace of sadness flashed on Zhou Dapeng's face, and he pointed to the red warriors who were standing neatly in the wind and sand not far away with their backs to them, "However, you and my grandparents, father and mother, were born and even lived in this land, and they are of the same clan. The home, which once belonged to them, trembled under the fire of the Japanese. Do you think that when this country is gone, we are in the United States, can we live well? No, a group of people without roots will never get enough respect. No matter how rich you are, you won't be respected. Besides, even if we can go back alive and tell them that we are no match for the Japanese, that we are afraid, so we come back, do you think, can we say it? ”

"However, we have no experience of flying at night, we have no vision, no communication, nothing but direction, how can we fly more than 400 kilometers。。。。。。" Hengyu's face was gloomy.

"Don't worry, Brother Liu told me that he would find a way, and he said that if he can fly, he will definitely be able to fly. And you, now the task is to take your brothers and ensure that our planes do not have problems in the air, please. Zhou Dapeng stared at the Chinese engineer who was poached by the overseas branch of the Chinese business group from Boeing in the United States with a monthly salary of 1,200 US dollars, and said seriously.

Only Zhou Dapeng knew that the monthly salary of Boeing, known as the most outstanding young engineer in Boeing, had actually mentioned 1,500 US dollars before the overseas branch of the Chinese Commercial Group poached him. But he came to China without hesitation, and never mentioned the Boeing contract that he had thrown into the garbage dump and had not signed.

He and him, after all, are the same kind of people.

Money may represent status, but never, it cannot represent dignity.