Sitting in the P40 fighter was Chen Bei, the eldest son of Chen Zikun who crossed the ocean to study in the United States. The young pilot pressed the control stick, and the fighter plane swooped straight down, and then climbed up from the other side, and the young man pushed open the hatch and shouted unscrupulously, an American style that was not afraid of the sky and the earth.

Another fighter emerges from the clouds, and the pilot, a blonde foreigner, flies closely behind Chen's north side, presumably his wingman.

With the fighter plane back, the rest of the flight naturally did not have to be afraid, successfully landed at Chongqing Baishiyi Airport, a group of people from the gangway down, Xiaobei and the treasure generally came to a low-altitude field, almost close to the ground to fly over, the strong wind blew off a lot of ground crew's hats, so angry that everyone scolded, but no matter how you listen to it, you feel that this scolding is with pride, with pride.

After countless bloody battles, the essence of the Chinese Air Force has long been sacrificed, and the Soviet Volunteer Air Force has also been withdrawn for political reasons.

After P40 stopped, Xiaobei climbed out of it, supported the cockpit with both hands to do manual exercises, and then jumped down, took out a pair of sunglasses from the pocket of his flight jacket and put them on, chewed gum, and walked over with his fingers in his trouser pockets, which was not at all like the style of a national army pilot.

Wu Kaixian said with a look of surprise: "Brother Kunwu, is this Ling Lang?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "...... Oh, yes. ”

Wu Kai first looked at Chen Bei, and then at Chen Zikun, who was indeed very similar to father and son, and then nodded: "Ling Lang is really free and easy." ”

Chen Bei walked over, snapped upright, and saluted: "Hello, sir!" I'm Chen Bei, a second lieutenant pilot in the American Volunteer Air Corps. ”

"Take a break." Chen Zikun returned the salute and looked at his son, he hadn't seen his son for five years, Chen Bei had changed from a teenager to a young man, as tall as himself, and he looked like he was twenty years younger, but he was a little more cynical.

Chen Bei was still a little restrained in front of his father, but after saluting, he was a little at a loss, and after thinking about it, he still shouted very shyly, "Dad." ”

"Good son!" Chen Zikun patted his son on the shoulder, "It's better than your father to fly, who taught you?" ”

"The guys of the Flying Tigers studied together to deal with the Japanese devils, using the speed of the P40 to dive down, full firepower, hit him with a full face, turn around and leave if he misses a blow, never love to fight, the maneuverability of the Japanese aircraft is too good, we are not opponents in the fight......" Chen Bei gushed endlessly, Chen Zikun listened with interest, and the convoy that greeted them waited quietly, and no one dared to disturb the reunion of the general's father and son.

"Ahem, Brother Kunwu, do you want to go home and discuss it again?" Wu Kaixian said with a smile.

Chen Zikun suddenly realized: "Oh, let everyone wait for a long time, go, go home." ”

He also introduced these people to his son: "This is Vice Chief Wu of the Organization Department of the CPC Central Committee, this is your Uncle Shuangxi, and this is your Aunt Liu's younger brother Liu Xiaoyong, you can call Uncle Uncle." ”

Liu Xiaoyong is not a few years older than Chen Beida, basically the same age, shook hands with him and said, "You're welcome, call me by name." ”

Everyone boarded the car, a ground crew drove Chen Bei's car over, it was an open-top American-made new off-road vehicle, the young second lieutenant invited the general to get into the car, Chen Zikun happily jumped into the co-pilot's position, and waved his hand: "Let's go!" ”

Go home first and reunite with relatives, Chen Zikun has been walking for nearly two years, and then look at Chongqing has been unrecognizable, the continuous bombing has changed the city, there are ruins and rubble everywhere, the remaining buildings are also dilapidated, the convoy is moving, suddenly the air defense siren sounded, the people on the street seemed to have long been accustomed to it, quickly entered the nearest air-raid shelter, Xiaobei braked the car on the side of the road, angrily stared at the Japanese bombers in the sky, without the slightest intention of dodging, Chen Zikun saw him so bold, and the secret road deserved to be a tiger in the door, I didn't get out of the car.

Wu Kaixian and the others also hurriedly got out of the car and ran to the air-raid shelter, and saw Chen Zikun and his son sitting upright in the car, Wu Kaixian shouted: "General Chen, hide." Seeing that they did not move, he shook his head helplessly and advanced to the bomb shelter.

"The Japanese bombing is regular, they bombed this area yesterday, and there will be no repeat bombing." Chen Bei explained the reason for not dodging, and Chen Zikun was ashamed in his heart, his son was not only brave but also resourceful, much better than himself.

After the Japanese bombers tossed and turned, the journey home was delayed for another half an hour, the alarm was lifted and continued on the road, and finally came to the new Chen Mansion, where the small western-style building where they used to live had been reduced to rubble in the bombing, and now the family lives in a few bungalows in the suburbs, there is a small field to grow vegetables and raise flowers to feed chickens, there are pressurized water wells, and there are air-raid shelters dug by themselves.

The family was finally reunited, except for Yan'er who was still in the United States and her parents-in-law in Hong Kong, they were basically all together, Yao Yilei took Jianbing Xia Xiaoqing, Lin Wenjing, Liu Ting and others to gather a table of wine and food for her husband, Chen Nan was already a twelve-year-old boy, and he was a little shy when he saw his father, and the cutest was the youngest daughter Chen Jiao, who was the time to learn to speak.

The meal was ready, Chen Zikun picked up a glass of wine and said: "This first cup, I salute a few of you, the family depends on you Zhang Luo, hard work." ”

Yao Yilei said: "We don't work hard, the real bitterness is the common people, in June, the Japanese came to bomb, 20,000 people were suffocated in the air-raid shelter, the whole truck pulled the corpses out, the war has been fought for four years, the blood of the people is about to drain, this first glass of wine, let's pay tribute to the dead compatriots." ”

Everyone silently sprinkled the wine on the ground, and then began to eat, Chongqing materials are tight, the meals are not much, there are chickens and vegetables, the chickens are home-fed, the vegetables are home-grown, and the taste is different and fragrant.

After eating, the ladies were busy cleaning up, the father and son came to the yard to talk, Chen Zikun handed his son a cigarette, Chen Bei looked at his father in surprise, he stole the family's cigarettes when he was a child, and was beaten by his father.

"You're an adult, let's smoke." Chan said.

Chen Bei smiled, took out a Cuban cigar from his pocket and handed it over: "Dad, try this." ”

Chen Zikun smiled, took it and bit off the cigar head, Chen Bei skillfully wiped the ZIPPO lighter to help his father light it, and began to talk about topics that both father and son were interested in.

It turned out that Chen Bei's unit was the American Volunteer Air Corps, and the pilots were all Americans who volunteered to come to China to help in the war, and the monthly salary of the team members was 750 US dollars, and the reward for shooting down a Japanese plane was 500 US dollars.

"It turned out to be a mercenary, who is your leader?" Chan said.

"It's Claire. Plum. Colonel Chennault, I was recruited in the United States. Speaking of his commander, Chen Bei looked adoring.

"Oh, it's Claire, I used to be an instructor at Hangzhou Jianqiao Central Aviation School, I know him." Chen Zikun nodded approvingly, "He is a good pilot, he naturally likes to fight in the air, likes the feeling of excitement, and is a warmonger." ”

"But we should all hate war, shouldn't we?" Chen Beidao.

"Of course, but slaughtering little Japan is not among them, it's a pleasure, by the way, how did you know that the enemy plane ambushed my special plane?"

"Oh, it was the intelligence department that intercepted the Japanese telegram, so I sent the Flying Tigers to attack in a double-click formation, and I would like to thank you for helping me earn a thousand dollars as bait."

……

After a short reunion, Chen Zikun went to the Military Commission to report on his work, but was told that the commission was inspecting the front line, and asked him to wait a few days to come back, which was a week, just to meet with his comrades-in-arms.

Yan Su, Chen Qilin, Xue Bin and other old subordinates all came to the Chen Mansion for a party, everyone drank and talked happily, and after three rounds of drinking, Xue Bin said: "Dashuai, I have something to tell you." ”

Seeing his serious face, Chen Zikun felt a pang in his heart and said, "Say it." ”

"I ...... I'm getting married. Xue Bin said.

"Oh, this is a happy event, where is the woman? Is the date set? ”

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank my sister-in-law for helping me match, the new lady is a female doctor who helps Xiaonan acupuncture, called Jiang Qianqian, who has practiced medicine for generations, and opened a medical clinic in Chongqing called Xinglinchun, she is a good person, and my two sons also fell in love, but the family is opposed, good things are grinding, and it took a lot of twists and turns to finally set the matter, the day is to ask Mr. to see, October 20 of the lunar calendar, I don't know if the handsome can participate."

Chen Zikun first congratulated him, and then said: "It's the end of the year, and I may not be able to participate in the military affairs, so let your sisters-in-law drink two more drinks on my behalf." ”

This was said earlier, Chen Zikun stayed in Chongqing for a month, and he was stunned that he was not received by the chairman of the committee, but fortunately, Jiangbei military affairs were not busy, and there were Gai Longquan and Chen Shouzhen in the town, otherwise he would not be at ease.

At the end of September, the committee finally met with Chen Zikun, and Chiang Kai-shek's official residence was also destroyed in the bombing, and he was given a place to live, which was much more simple, and even the country's leaders had to condescend to simplicity during the war, which shows the difficulty of the war of resistance.

Chiang Kai-shek praised Chen Zikun's achievements in Jiangbei and said that he would award him a medal, and the whole meeting was full of enthusiasm, but Chen Zikun felt a little strange, and the commission seemed to be divided a lot, and his smile was mixed with some other things.

Sure enough, Chiang Kai-shek said: "Zikun has very strong leadership ability, and it is really condescending to put you in this local battlefield in Jiangbei, you can stay in Chongqing for the time being, and the Military Commission has a more important burden to hand over to you." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Commission, Jiangbei's military affairs are inseparable from people." ”

Chiang Kai-shek had already made arrangements and said: "Chen Qilin has returned from injury, I am ready to let him succeed you as the commander of the Jiangbei guerrilla area, he is your old subordinate, you must be at ease to do things, right?" ”

Chen Zikun understood that he had offended Lao Jiang on the issue of the prince's incident and his attitude towards ***, and his return to report on his work this time was premeditated.

He took a deep breath, straightened his waist and said, "What the committee said is extremely true. ”