"Well, have you heard? The Ministry of Defense is recruiting the second batch of expatriate volunteers, in addition to military instructors and technicians, this time also recruiting volunteer fighters, including submariners and fighter pilots! ”

At the officers' cafeteria at Dublin Air Base in Ireland, an ensign pilot in a gray flight jacket and full flight suit sat down at the dining table. Although the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info deliberately lowered his voice, the news still attracted the curiosity of his companions at the next table.

The blonde-haired pilot next to him speculated, "Is this going to Australia to fight the Japanese?" ”

The second lieutenant in front shook his head and said, "No, I heard that it seems to be going to Hawaii to assist the U.S. army in the war against Japan!" It is said that there are high combat subsidies and combat incentives, that is...... Records cannot be counted in personal records and cannot be published to the public! If you are unfortunately killed, it will only be announced to the public that it is a training accident, but you can get a rather large pension! ”

Hearing this, the young pilots pondered, and a baby-faced lieutenant pilot said, "Hey, why take that risk if it doesn't count into your personal record?" Is money more important than life? ”

The second lieutenant shrugged: "That's true, but if you don't take advantage of your youth, you may not have a chance in the future!" And...... Even if there is no record of military records, when you are promoted to the military rank, you will still consider these combat experiences, right? Besides, maybe we will have the opportunity to fight in the far seas in a few years? This practical experience can take advantage of the opportunity! ”

"Hey, Robin, have you heard who signed up? Like what...... Those ace pilots? The blonde pilot is full of curiosity, in fact, in terms of personal record, he is also a quasi-ace, but he is still far from a real first-class ace.

The lieutenant replied, "I haven't heard of it, after all, this is a secret recruitment!" Wait and see, maybe the notice will come down in a few days! Anyway, if I have the chance, I will definitely go! ”

At this time, another pilot in the next seat sneered: "Hey, Robin, do you think the Japanese are easy to deal with?" I heard that their fighter pilot training is extremely strict, and the performance of the latest main fighter in service is very good, which made the Yankees suffer a lot in the Hawaiian campaign! ”

The second lieutenant officer didn't care: "Their new fighter has good low-altitude maneuverability, and if it runs into our Me-50, they will definitely suffer from it!" ”

"Hey, Robin, what kind of equipment do volunteer pilots use over there? Is it our own fighter, or is it going to fly the Yankees? The blonde pilot asked curiously.

The second lieutenant scratched his head: "I don't know the specifics, my personal guess...... I guess it's a Yankee! If you use us, it's too obvious! ”

"Falcon? Although it is not as good as our Me-50 'Lightning', and its combat performance is okay, it must not be a Grumman 'flying barrel' that is about to be retired, and only American pilots are willing to fly that kind of aircraft. The blonde pilot muttered.

"Having said that, this kind of volunteer doesn't just have to sign up to participate! If there are many people who sign up, do you still have to choose the best through simulated battles? The intention of the pilot in the side seat was also obvious: if volunteers were selected based on seniority and military record, pilots like him who served later would have little chance.

The second lieutenant was a little unbearable, but he still told his companion truthfully: "Fighting a war is not a game, and you should be more cautious when you go abroad to fight, I think...... This time, the volunteers will be mainly pilots with rich combat experience! ”

The pilots in the side seats were a bit disappointed, and for many young people, experience is a hurdle that most of the time cannot be compensated for with talent and courage.

While these Irish pilots in a peaceful environment were discussing the possibility and prospect of going to the front line as volunteers, the first volunteers who boarded the transoceanic flight more than two months ago had already been in Australia to assist the Australian rebels in fighting the Japanese blockade and sweep.

"Guys, keep it up!"

At an airstrip in the desert of south-central Australia, Lieutenant Finney Wilson of the harbour city of Cork, winner of the Kingdom of Ireland's Order of the Golden Clover of the First Class and the Confederate Golden Cross, crossed his hands and struck a group of white men in civilian clothing and rifles in his rough Irish accent as they pushed a British-made "Hunt" fighter-bomber to one end of the runway.

Standing next to Lieutenant Wilson was Hendrick, an aviation mechanic also from Ireland, who was not only proficient in aviation mechanics, but also had a good understanding of the fighters of the American and British camps. Watching his "masterpiece" spread his wings and ready to fly, the curly-haired Hendrik couldn't help but sigh: "God, it's a miracle that we actually got a guy who has been out of production for almost two years back in operation!" ”

Lieutenant Wilson grinned, "yes, we even got a couple of aerial bombs that probably won't go off at all, because this is Australia, a magical country full of kangaroos and koalas!" ”

Hendrik spread his hands helplessly: "Why don't you bring a few more stones up, and if the bombs don't go off, you can smash the heads of the Japanese with them!" ”

"Then I'll go crazy with the smashed Japanese!" Lieutenant Wilson quipped.

A short time later, a man in a khaki uniform arrived at the airport deep in the desert on a motorcycle, with a sparse beard and a slightly thin build.

"Guys, we just got the information that a cavalry wing of the Japanese army has advanced to the north shore of the north of Eyre, and it is still a day away from our secret camp of Eyre 3."

"Our plane should be able to fly to the north shore of Lake Ayr, right?" Lieutenant Wilson immediately consulted the mechanic.

Hendrik looked at the biplane that was in good shape, but was actually a patchwork of two almost abandoned "hunting fans", and said: "From the map, the round-trip range is about 400 kilometers, and its design range is about 500 kilometers, the problem is that it is very easy to get lost in the desert, so ...... Whether you can come back safely or not depends on your driving skills! ”

"So dangerous?" The motorcyclist worriedly asked, "Why don't you wait for a reliable plane to arrive?" ”

Wilson and Hendrick laughed in unison, and then, the former calmly walked to the plane, while the latter clasped his hands to his chest and silently watched him climb into the cabin.

"Is it really okay?" The rider is still not reassured.

"If you're worried about anything, don't do anything! Haven't heard of this saying? Hendrick asked rhetorically.

Two minutes later, the "Hunting Fans", still bearing the emblem of the British Commonwealth, took off with a heavy roar, with four black bombs under its belly - although not very powerful, if thrown accurately enough, or with enough luck, at least the Japanese could be smashed into the eyes of the Japanese.

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"Yo Xi, Yo Xi, another bucket of water!"

In a semi-open-air shower made of wooden planks, a short, bald man with a soap bubble on his head rubbed his back with a towel. Under this order, the young non-commissioned officer who was waiting by the shower room hurriedly beckoned the soldiers to supply water. It was only six or seven meters from the well to the shower room, but under the blazing sun, the soldiers were sweating profusely. Finally, a bald head resembling a butcher lifts the bucket high and pours the water into the basin above the shower – the bottom of which has a number of small holes to create an effect similar to that of a large shower.

As the clear water poured down, the bald man finally showed a pleasant expression and hummed a little song unconsciously.

After about a quarter of an hour, the bath was over. The young non-commissioned officer was duly presented with an ironed uniform of military uniform, and after the bald man put it on, he unhurriedly wore a dazzling medal in the shape of a chrysanthemum.

While the commander was wiping his face, the young non-commissioned officer approached and reported, "Captain, dinner is ready, with your favorite kangaroo meat and Australian beer." ”

"Yo Xi, that's great!" The bald man said happily, "Order, all of us will have more food tonight, and everyone except the sentries can drink in moderation, and we will start tomorrow and accelerate to the next destination!" ”

"Okay, I'll give the order!" The young non-commissioned officer humbly complimented, "Wing Commander, under your wise leadership, we will definitely be able to successfully complete this sweeping mission!" ”

The bald man said disdainfully: "Hmph, those white people still think that they are superior to the yellow race, and sooner or later the whole world will realize how fatal this mistake is!" ”

"Of course!" Before the young non-commissioned officer left, there was a slight humming sound in the sky. Since the Japanese occupied Australia and New Zealand, there have been no hostile planes in the skies over Australia, so the Japanese officers and men have been very lax in air defense, and no one even picked up a telescope to identify what type of plane it belonged to.

When the plane flew overhead at a low altitude, the young non-commissioned officer, who had glanced up for a moment, finally noticed something unusual.

"Captain, ...... It doesn't seem like it's our plane! ”

The bald man had just put on his military hat, and when he heard this, he looked at the plane no more than 500 meters away in surprise: "That...... As if it were a British plane? ”

At the beginning of the Pacific War, the Japanese army swept through Southeast Asia with absolute superiority, and then landed in Australia, beating the American and British troops who retreated here, and capturing countless trophies along the way, including hundreds of combat aircraft, so their silhouettes were not unfamiliar to Japanese officers and soldiers.

The yellow-green painted biplane roared past, dropping a few black things, accompanied by a rumbling explosion, a cloud of gunpowder smoke rose in the desert, followed by a loud bang, and a strong tremor was felt on the ground......

Witnessing this scene, the Japanese officers and soldiers present were stunned one by one: it must have been their ammunition truck that exploded!

As early as 1914-1915, based on the lessons learned on the battlefield, most European countries no longer retain large cavalry units, and between 1933 and 1935, whether in Britain, the Azores or the Bahamas, the small amount of cavalry invested by the warring parties was only used for secondary tasks such as patrols and guards, but in Persia, the Arabian Peninsula and even the Pacific Theater, cavalry still played a more important role. The Japanese Army, which is relatively backward in modernization, retains independent cavalry units with brigade and regimental specifications and cavalry wings under divisions. The Japanese cavalry wing swept from the South Australian port of Port Augusta was part of the Southern Dispatch Army, the 44th Cavalry Wing under the 6th Cavalry Brigade.

"Quick! Quickly notify the ammunition carts to disperse and hide! ”

The bald man grabbed his military hat and buttoned it to his still wet head, and he was busy looking for a horse, but before he could step on the horse, he saw the plane spin in a circle in the air and swoop down towards the place where the black smoke was rising, and the 13-millimeter large-caliber machine gun continued to spit deadly tongues of fire.

"Oh! Damn it! The bald man was completely stunned, and in his eyes, the outline of the enemy plane became clearer and clearer, and it was even faintly visible that there was a murderous guy in the cockpit ready to press the shooting button......

(End of chapter)