Colonel Chennault jerked off his sunglasses. Looking at this Chinese in civilian clothes coldly, Chen Bei scratched his head and was about to explain, when suddenly Chennault stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and Chen Zikun held it tightly, shaking it vigorously: "General Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

He turned sideways, held Chen Zikun's hand, and introduced to the pilots: "Children, let me introduce you to this is one of the greatest Chinese pilots I often mention, the first Chinese to fly across the Atlantic, General Chen Zikun." ”

When Chennault was a consultant at the Jianqiao Central Aviation School in Hangzhou, Chen Zikun presided over the work of the Aviation Committee, gave Chennault a lot of help, and formed a deep friendship.

"General, we are about to set off, if you are interested, you might as well go and slaughter the Japanese monkeys together." Chennault extended a sincere invitation.

Chen Zikun laughed heartily: "I'm very interested. ”

Ruan Mingchuan raised his hand: "And me, I will also go to slaughter little Japan." ”

Chennault looked at him: "You are?" ”

"He's my friend, a journalist." Chan said.

Ruan Mingchuan raised his camera and gestured: "This is my weapon." ”

"OK, let the maintenance arrange a two-seater P40 for you. Eagle, you make a wingman for the general. Chennault commanded with a degree, and Chen Bei saluted in a dashing manner: "Yes, sir!" ”

Chan asked his son, "Your name is Eagle?" ”

"This is my code name, Condor." The young man replied proudly.

Chen Zikun didn't have a flight suit, borrowed his son's leather jacket to put on, put on a leather flight cap, climbed onto the landline, Ruan Mingchuan also got a set of leather clothes to put on, and clumsily climbed into the cockpit, Chen Bei stood on the ladder and said with concern: "Dad, will you drive?" ”

", you still wore open crotch pants when your dad flew a fighter jet." Chan pulled the canopy and started the engine, Chan shrugged and climbed down to his landline.

The fighter group took off under the leadership of Chennault, and according to intelligence, there was a Japanese bomber fleet to bomb Chongqing today, and the task of the Flying Tigers was to annihilate these bombers without fighter escort.

The group of planes kept silent on the radio, flying eastward in the air, the rivers and the land under the clouds, vast and magnificent, Ruan Mingchuan looked at the motherland from this angle for the first time, and was moved to tears, what a picturesque country.

Suddenly, Chen Zikun found that there was an army marching along the road on the ground, the team consisted of more than a dozen trucks and hundreds of infantry, and from such a height, the car was like a beetle, and the man was like an ant, unable to distinguish between friend and foe.

Chen Bei, who was flying side by side, made a gesture and swooped down to check the situation, it turned out to be a large group of Japanese infantry on the march, the soldiers were wearing khaki military uniforms, and the bayonets were carrying the sun flag.

After confirming that it was enemy troops, Chennault ordered: "Children, this is a pre-dinner appetizer, don't run out of bullets." ”

The fighters roared down, dived and strafed, puffs of smoke and dust were sent out on the road, the Japanese soldiers were caught off guard, they were beaten like leaves in the wind, trucks were planted in roadside ditches, war horses galloped wildly, and there were many casualties in an instant, and more than a dozen infantry were killed at the same moment, and they still maintained a neat queue, which is shocking.

After crippling this Japanese army, the Flying Tigers did not love war, and continued on the road, Ruan Mingchuan was dumbfounded, did not speak for a long time, and finally relieved himself, and then said: "Good girl, it turns out that the plane is so powerful, it is simply a heavenly soldier, no wonder we can't beat little Japan." ”

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The intelligence was accurate, and when he flew to the airspace of Hubei, Chen Zikun saw dozens of Japanese bombers in the distance, and the red plaster on the fuselage was extremely dazzling, probably because it was full of bombs, and the Japanese planes flew very slowly and arrogantly.

Chennault's order came over the radio: "Attack! ”

The Flying Tigers drove the P40 fighter to dive down, the four machine guns under the wing sprayed the fire snake, and the bomber team was suddenly in chaos, and the Chinese airspace during this period, the Japanese army aviation occupied absolute air supremacy, and there was no need to worry about the opponent's fighters and anti-aircraft guns, so the bombers always acted alone, but they did not expect to encounter so many fighters to intercept.

It was a one-sided battle, the clumsy maneuverability of the bombers could not compete with the dexterous fighters, and in an instant several were blown up in the air, and the rest hurriedly dropped their bombs to lighten their loads and fled separately.

Chennault gave the order and went their separate ways.

Chen Zikun and his son formed a two-plane formation with tacit understanding, shot down six bombers one after another, and damaged one, the plane dragged black smoke and hugged the head of the rat, Chen Zikun chased closely, and finally knocked off its wings, the bomber rolled to the ground, and a white umbrella flower bloomed in the air, it was the Japanese pilot who parachuted.

Chen Zikun drove the plane straight over, the wing cut the parachute line, the pilot fell to the ground like a scale, Chen Bei in the distance was stunned, the Air Force and the Army are different, and they still retain the chivalrous style handed down from World War I, and they will not harm the enemy pilots who parachuted, why did my father do this.

Chen Zikun, of course, understood why he did this, and for a long time the unscrupulous strategic bombing of Chongqing, every Japanese pilot had at least a thousand lives in his hands, and he could not kill him.

chased out in one go, and there was a Japanese airfield nearby, and Chen Zikun called his son by radio: "Condor, follow me." ”

"Yes!" Chen Bei is also a very adventurous pilot who dares to meet all challenges.

After flying forward for another ten minutes, I found that the Japanese army was a field airfield, and there were three fighter planes parked alone on the runway, a tower, a hangar, an oil depot, and a dormitory.

Chen Zikun pressed the joystick and dived down, the machine gun swept wildly, breaking the pillars of the tower, the oil depot was shot and ignited a raging fire, and the fighters on the runway were even more beaten all over the body.

The two fighters strafed back and forth, destroying the field airfield in an instant, and suddenly Chen Zikun saw a Japanese flag planted at the end of the runway, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ruan Mingchuan was shooting happily, and suddenly felt that the plane was landing, and exclaimed: "Lao Chen, you are hairy!" ”

Ignoring him, Chen Zikun forced his landing on the bullet-riddled runway, the tires hitting the runway, and Ruan Minh Chuan's heart pounding into his chest.

Chen Bei's surprised eyes in the sky were about to pop out, what kind of trouble is this going on, Dad!

The two-seater fighter stopped at the end of the runway, Chen Zikun pushed open the cockpit and jumped down, went straight to the Japanese military flag, grabbed it, folded it his knee, tore off the flag and stuffed it into his arms, Ruan Mingchuan leaned out, pressed the shutter with the camera, and faithfully recorded this unbelievable scene.

A three-wheeled motorcycle came rapidly in the distance, and the machine gunner in the car kept strafing with his crooked handle, and the Japanese commander was simply angry, and the enemy attacked just to dare to land on the airfield and pull out the flag, which was a huge humiliation to the imperial army.

Chen Zikun quickly climbed onto the plane and jumped into the cockpit, the bullets were already whizzing in his ears, and suddenly there was a loud bang, the motorcycle exploded, and the fighter plane piloted by Chen Bei flew almost close to the ground, and in the cockpit, the young flying tiger made a victory gesture.

Chen Zikun also stretched out his hand to make a V and said to Ruan Mingchuan: "Help me take a picture." ”

Ruan Mingchuan was about to cry: "Grandpa, let's go, it's too late to go." ”

The Japanese airfield guards were rushing over like crazy, running to a truck in front, and there were shirtless sabers behind them, it seemed that they were really mad by Chen Zikun's actions.

Chen Zikun was not in a hurry, piloted the plane and began to slide, pressing the button of the weapon while taking off, and the four machine guns hit the Japanese soldiers who were only equipped with light weapons and turned on their backs, and the blood flowed like a river.

The two Flying Tigers destroyed the Japanese base cleanly and flew away, leaving only a dashing back and a raging fire.

The shirtless soldier with a saber sat in a pool of blood and cried, his nose filled with the smell of rubber and aviation aluminum burning.

On the way back, Chennault's greetings came over the radio, and when he learned that the two planes had returned safely, he congratulated the two warriors.

"Go back and find me a pair of pants." Nguyen Minh Chuan said.

"What is it for?" Chan asked, the return journey was very relaxed and quiet.

"Wet, you owe me a pair of pants." Nguyen Minh Chuan said.

The Flying Tigers returned safely to the Baishiyi base, and none of the staff were injured, and the battle was a big victory.

Chen Zikun and his son, who finally returned, were greeted like a hero, and their two-plane formation destroyed the Japanese bomber advance base and shot down seven Japanese planes, which was the first achievement of the battle.

The Flying Tigers are a professional mercenary army composed entirely of Americans, there is no intrigue in the national army, corruption, in fact, the young men never take the rank of the national army seriously, even if the general comes to inspect, they still hang their children, love to ignore, when Chennault introduced Chen Zikun, they thought that it was a high-ranking official of the national government who wanted to go to heaven to enjoy it, an air battle, they knew that this uncle was a real air combat hero, an old-timer.

Soldiers only respect the brave, Chen Zikun won everyone's respect with his actions, everyone poured into the airport bar, whiskey, brandy, cigars, cigarettes, all kinds of canned meat, canned fruits, enjoy as much as you want, feast, the film taken out of the fighter jet's camera gun was quickly sent to the darkroom to be rinsed, used to confirm the results of the battle.

Half an hour later, a battle report came out, and preliminary estimates showed that 22 Japanese bombers, three fighters, one oil depot, two hangars, 15 trucks, and one motorcycle were shot down, killing and wounding more than 300 enemy troops.

Everyone was ecstatic, and these numbers meant that everyone had a lot of dollars coming in.

Countless wine glasses collided together, and the Flying Tigers drank happily and got drunk, this is the happy life of the knife's blood.

Around midnight, a drunken Mr. Chan returned home with Mr. Nguyen, the back of the jeep filled with crates of whiskey, Coca-Cola, canned luncheon meat and rice.

The ladies did not sleep, and waited restlessly, and when they saw him return safely, a heart was put back in their stomachs.

Chen Zikun did not mention anything about his participation in the battle, only said that he was a guest at his son's base, met his old friend Colonel Chennault, and brought some canned foreign wine.

Although Ruan Mingchuan drank a lot, but the cold wind blew and woke up, Chen Zikun arranged for him to rest in the guest room, after entering the house, he patted the camera and smiled proudly: "Tomorrow I will see the newspaper, Chongqing will blow up the nest, I have thought of the title, and I will call General Fei to capture the flag." ”