“…… Kirakira Airport at our feet has 3 runways, and at Boroda Anchorage in the northwest corner of the island, there is a small seaplane base. As for Rennell Island, on the other hand, there is a large seaplane base in the Desor Bay and only a small fighter airfield inland. ”

Mitchell stood in front of the large sand table in the corner of the tent, holding the coffee cup that had just been handed over by the Westland orderlies, and was introducing the most powerful shore-based air force on the front line of the Southwest Pacific Theater - the "Toucan Air Force" to MacArthur with a focused face.

"As of yesterday, we have six squadrons of single-seat fighters deployed in Kirakira - three each for Britain and America; five squadrons of single-engine torpedo bombers - two for the British and three for the United States; five squadrons of twin-engine medium bombers - two for the British and three for the United States; Two squadrons of four-engine heavy bombers - one each for Britain and the United States. ”

"Two squadrons of single-engine pontoon seaplanes were deployed in Boroda - one each from the United Kingdom and the United States."

"Two squadrons of single-seat fighters are deployed in Deschauer – one each from the United Kingdom and the United States, and three squadrons of twin-engine hull seaplanes — one from the United Kingdom and two from the United States."

"Each fighter squadron is rated at 12 aircraft, and other aircraft squadrons are rated at 9."

"That is to say, this force should be equipped with 96 single-seat fighters, 45 single-engine torpedo bombers and 45 twin-engine medium bombers, 18 four-engine heavy bombers, 18 single-engine pontoon seaplanes, and 27 twin-engine hull seaplanes."

Speaking of this, Mitchell put down the coffee he had only taken two sips of, and tilted his head towards the parking area hidden in the coconut grove outside the tent: "We should still have some time, come with me." ”

Guiding MacArthur out of the tense command that was about to explode, Mitchell walked through the coconut groves like a garden, introducing the various types of planes shrouded in coconut trees and camouflage nets.

"Look here, this is the main force of the current fighter squadrons, the latest 5 fighter from the Royal Aircraft Factory, which is equipped with a 150 to 200 hp Spanish-Swiss 8A or 8B liquid-cooled V8 engine, 124 miles (200 km) to 138 miles per hour, a combat range of 300 miles (483 km) to 330 miles (531 km), and is armed with two Vickers Point 303 inch meters) machine guns."

"Look there, the main force of the torpedo bomber squadron, the 'Cuckoo' MK3 of Soproyside, is equipped with a Rolls-Royce 'Falcon' 3 liquid-cooled V12 engine, with a power of 275 horsepower, a speed of 99 miles (160 kilometers), a combat range of 357 miles (575 kilometers), armed with a Lewis machine gun, and can carry a 450-kilogram 18-inch (457 mm) torpedo."

MacArthur listened a little aggrieved: "Or 'cuckoo'?" If I'm not mistaken, this is supposed to be an old guy who equipped the Royal Navy before the war, and although he was in the limelight at the Battle of Kiel, it was the time of the Battle of the Bay of Bengal......"

"This is the latest improvement, and for now we can only rely on Kao, a veteran, not to mention that it has been tried and tested and deserves to shrug off Ichel.

"I hope so...... By the way, why didn't I see a big four-engine guy - those Martin bombers you sent in Panama to sneak up on the Chinese aircraft carrier task force? MacArthur stood on tiptoe and looked around.

"The one you're talking about is Martin's MB2A model."

"The improved version was replaced with a license-produced Rolls-Royce Eagle 2 250 hp liquid-cooled V12 engine, which increased its speed from 80 miles (8 km/h) to 93 miles (150 km/h), increased its combat range from 646 miles (1,040 km) to 746 miles 00 km, and increased its bomb load from 1,500 pounds (680 kg) to 2,000 pounds (907 kg)." Mitchell struggled to list the numbers, as if they would automatically appear on the retina when needed.

"Sounds great, but why isn't there here?" The unwilling MacArthur was still looking around.

Mitchell pointed upwards: "There's a squadron, but the parking area isn't here, and they're on a mission early in the morning, and a British squadron – equipped with the latest Handley-Petti V400 four-engine heavy bombers – is leading them to search the sea east of Guadalcanal, and the patrol planes of the enemy aircraft carrier task force that Westland mentioned just now may be one of them." ”

MacArthur tilted his head and smiled, "Looks like you're not nervous at all?" In my opinion, should you stay in the headquarters, keep an eye on General Westland, and record his every move as a reference for you to command operations in the future? We can't just be Mr. John's little henchmen all the time. ”

Mitchell's face tensed, and he reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, relax, you think it's time to teach me a lesson?" What do you think I'm going to do with you all this bunch of damn numbers? I know that General Robinson admires you, and that you have only come here to gild and be back to him soon, and I need your influence, and you know what I am talking about. ”

MacArthur was stunned for a moment, tilted his head noncommittally, and digressed the subject as if he hadn't heard anything: "Maybe you can tell me how many damn bombs the twin-engine bombers over there can hold." ”

Mitchell smiled sideways: "Of course - I think you saw two kinds of planes, the group on the left is the British's Handley 1A." ”

"In fact, they had a slightly smaller bomb load than the Martin MB Pedge, no more than 1,140 pounds (520 kilograms), and had a combat range of 578 miles (930 kilometers); The Martin had a bomb load of just over 1,200 pounds (550 kg) and had a combat range of only 404 miles (650 km). ”

After a pause, Mitchell added: "Of course, they can all carry 18-inch torpedoes from the 'Cuckoo'." ”

"That is, General Westland can dispatch up to 90 torpedo bombers if he wants to." MacArthur counted his fingers and answered.

"In fact, in addition to the number of rated numbers, we also need to have one-third of the spare engine and one-half of the spare engine at all times, and you know, in this kind of place, the body and engine wear out very quickly - but so far we have barely managed to fully fill the house." There was a slight regret in Mitchell's tone.

MacArthur scratched his chin and smacked his lips in confusion, "Hey, Billy, what exactly are you trying to make me understand?" Or, what message do you intend to convey to General Robinson through me? ”

Mitchell reached out and put his forehead on his forehead, looking a little disappointed: "You think I didn't understand enough?" ”

MacArthur just shook his head: "All I have in my ears is airplanes, airplanes - what else besides airplanes?" ”

Mitchell sighed helplessly and grabbed MacArthur's shoulder: "Doug, maybe we've been apart for too long...... I can't help it, so I'll just say ......"

……

Jingshi, Xinhua Palace, the queen's bedroom.

“…… Hitler, Goering, Guderian, and what...... Tolkien? Nie Wenqing, your luck is really heavenly. ”

Liu Qianhua, who was reclining on the soft couch, held a glass of fresh juice with ice cubes, and his lazy eyes were facing Nie Wenqing, the special envoy of the Qincha who had just returned from Germany.

"The minister's escape from death this time is all thanks to the blessing of my emperor......"

Nie Wenqing obviously didn't understand what Her Majesty the Empress was referring to, and it was no wonder that in this time and space, those names were just a few inconspicuous strands among tens of millions of unknown cannon fodder, and the traces they left in the history of another time and space were not unheard of by Nie Wenqing, who was a member of the group.

Liu Qianhua took a sip of juice, shook the cup, and let the ice cubes inside "click".

"It's a shame that Lieutenant Goering didn't come back with you at the last moment."

Nie Wenqing pressed his hands on his knees, lowered his head and said: "Yes, the minister also feels very regretful, he promised other people's things, but he still couldn't do it in the end, and he is deeply ashamed, and he must try his best to compens......ate for the opportunity in the future."

"How are you going to make up for it?" There was something wrong with Her Majesty's eyes.

Nie Wenqing paused for a moment: "This ...... The minister hasn't thought about it yet......"

Liu Qianhua raised her glass to hide the evil smile on her face: "After I go back, think slowly, maybe when I will have another chance...... This errand is really hard for you, so I will get here today and have a good rest, and I will have a heavy responsibility to entrust me with later. ”

Nie Wenqing hurriedly left his seat and knelt down: "Emperor Xie, the minister will retire." ”

Seeing Nie Wenqing, who was much stronger, retreat and disappear outside the palace gate, Liu Qianhua put down the carved crystal cup full of small water droplets on the outer wall, twisted the soft long hair locks like waterfall branches in his ears, and smiled at Gu Yingyang, who was sitting opposite Nie Wenqing's seat just now: "Look, the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods in Europe have all come out, should we ...... too?"

"Harmony comes first." Gu Yingyang put his elbow on the armrest and smiled calmly.

"Harmony? Speaking of which, the one who was transferred to Tibet to guard the warehouse, and the one who farmed in Hunan, I don't know how Lu Dao is doing now. “

"If I'm not mistaken, the former one should have contracted syphilis when he was in the morning, quit the army early, and later went to Shanghai, joined a gang, and was sentenced to prison on suspicion of several attempted murders, and after the war, it seems that he was dragged to Siberia to build a railway."

"As for the latter, he entrusted us with the blessing of six years of compulsory education, and finished the primary school in the township for free. However, because he was not good at mathematics, he was not admitted to the county middle school, and he went to Changsha to find several schools. The year he graduated was the first volunteer in the school, and now he ......"

Gu Yingyang raised his eyes to stare at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and suddenly clapped his hands: "It seems that it is still on the front line of Solomon." ”V