Libi, a suburb of Tripoli

A few hours later, a Lager-3 fighter full of bullet holes dragged a long black smoke to land at the small airport of Tasha Airlines, at this time, the fighter had hundreds of bullet holes, the landing gear on one side was destroyed, the landing gear tire on the other side was broken, the tail rudder was missing half, the self-closing fuel tanks on both wings were hit several times, the fuel inside had long been drained, fortunately it did not burn up, the wingtips of both wings of the plane had traces of violent impact, it was clear that someone had cut something with the wingtips, Or maybe it's done a slap move. As for the cockpit, the canopy is long gone, and even the dashboard doesn't know when a bullet was fired.

"Victor, damn it, what the hell is going on?" Tasha ran over and asked Wang Yue with a concerned face, her eyes watery, as if she was about to cry in the next moment.

"Tasha, calm down, I had a fight with a group of petty thieves, it's okay, it's just that this plane seems to need maintenance." Wang Yue smiled bitterly, it was not easy, Li Yunlong was fighting for life and death in Chongqing, and he almost lost his life in order to save Li Yunlong.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a large number of weapons and ammunition in his personal space, he would have been beaten to death by a group of Japanese planes, damn it, thousands of DP28 light machine guns were shot in the sky, do you dare to think?

"Damn bastard, Victor, how many times have I said it, stay safe!" Tasha saw that Wang Yue didn't care, scolded and pounced, hugged the other party, opened his mouth and bit down, tears flowed down without fighting, this man always did all kinds of dangerous things behind his back, and thought he didn't know.

"Tasha, ah, it hurts, let go, be good, let go." It is said that Wang Yue's physical fitness should not feel pain, but Tasha stared at his neck and bit the ground, although it is unlikely to be injured, but the pain is still real.

"Large overload maneuvers in a short period of time, the frame of the fuselage is performing well, the gauges are missing, the hydraulic system is out of order, the avionics system is out of order, oh my God, is this a bullet stop with the belly armor plate?" At this time, Engineer Mikoyan, who arrived with the first batch of planes, exclaimed loudly beside the plane, the whole plane was about to be beaten into a sieve, there were bullets, fragments of organic guns, and impacts, it was terrible enough to look at the hundreds of bullet holes on the plane, but when you looked at the belly of the plane, the five-millimeter armor plate was densely covered with bullet marks, and the plane must have experienced an air battle this time, and it was a fierce air battle, but the question is why no missiles were used in such a tragic air battle? It's not scientific.

"Victor, seriously, next batch of rag-3s, you have to give me ten crosses to use first, do you think it's okay?" Tasha let go of her mouth, got off Wang Yue, and stared at Wang Yuedao.

"Cross? Tasha, don't you look down on this kind of plane? Wang Yue was shocked, he thought that Mikoyan was the king, but when he really came into contact, these guys were nothing, and said that the first batch of fifty Lager-3 trainer planes would be delivered, but in fact, the first batch of fighters that arrived in Tripoli was only thirty, and the other twenty would take a week for them to be delivered, of course, it was mainly caused by the war, and Mikoyan now has to help resurrect those mothballed fighters.

"Victor, you know, recently many of our friends have made a fortune by opening small oil refineries, and then, some people began to be angry, and those friends who have money want to get a little cheap, and there are deterrent weapons, so I took them to see this kind of aircraft, you know, the MiG-3 is too expensive, the jet is not easy to use, and the helicopter is too slow, so this kind of aircraft is the most suitable for them." Tasha was a little excited as he spoke, no matter what Wang Yue did just now, the actual combat capability of this plane has been tested, he has thought about it, this plane full of bullet holes will not be repaired, make up a story, and then specially for customers to visit.

"Tasha, honestly, how much do you sell for a plane?" Wang Yue looked at Tasha with a smile, this little fox can find business opportunities every time, and it is really a coincidence that he can help himself fool the way these things come from.

"20+100, pay $200,000 first, then we help them train two fighter pilots and four ground crews, and pay another $1 million after three months, and then, we will deliver the aircraft, if we continue to pay in the future, we will help them access the satellite data link, and finally this aircraft can be upgraded to the level of 'Super MiG-3'." Tasha felt that the price of the "Super MiG-3" was too expensive, and the functions were a little redundant, but this time the operation found that it was really like this, compared to the bells and whistles, the expensive "Super MiG-3", those chiefs and warlord leaders preferred this simple aircraft, at least, they were not willing to spend millions or even tens of millions of dollars to train a jet pilot, nor were they willing to configure an expensive aircraft that cost a lot of money to maintain every year, how good the LaG-3 was, to meet most of their needs, not to mention, It also saves them almost all of their worries.

"Okay, Tasha I have to compliment you, you're really amazing, but for the sake of your wallet, I suggest you continue to build your little aircraft factory in Tripoli, after all, it can be cheaper, and not all customers need such good planes." Wang Yue used this plane this time, and he was deeply touched, compared to those planes in the 1940s, this plane is really too strong, and the performance is indeed somewhat redundant, if there is a cheaper version with slightly worse performance, he will definitely welcome it.

"Okay, I think we can do that, but Victor, don't expect my plane to be cheaper." As she spoke, Tasha raised her fist and waved it.

"Of course not, you forgot, but I still have a stake in that factory?" Wang Yue smiled, not to mention that he would not settle with gold and Tasha. Even if the price remains the same, a large part of the money earned is your own profit.

"Victor, how can you bear it, my dignified arms dealer has been reduced to the point of selling small oil refining equipment, but you still want to squeeze me, it's really sad, oops!" Tasha angrily punched Wang Yue's chest with her fist, but it felt like she was pounded on an iron plate.

"Tasha, don't make a fuss, the mute rate of the previous batch of 122 shells is too high, do you have a way to solve it?" Wang Yue received a complaint from the Eighth Route Army in the northwest of Shanxi Province this time, that the mute rate of the shells of the 122-mm howitzers was too high, and in many cases, three out of ten shells could not explode, which made the Eighth Route Army have to spend a lot of energy to select the shell fuse and eliminate the dud.

"Victor, you have to understand that the probability of the problem of cannon ejection is not high, the main problem of that batch of shells is the fuse, as long as the new fuse is replaced, it is no different from the new shell." Tasha hesitated for a moment, then explained.

"Do you have a new fuse in your hand?" Wang Yue asked, he still has hundreds of thousands of such shells in his hand, and it seems that all the fuses need to be replaced.

"Yes, you may not be able to accept the price, that kind of fuse costs 100 US dollars a fuse, this is still the price of Lolita, and it is more expensive in our country." Tasha spread her hands helplessly, the old cannonball she sold to Wang Yue only cost fifty dollars for one shot, but a new fuse cost a hundred dollars, she didn't think Wang Yue would accept it.

"Okay, give me 260,000, and so will the shells in the future." Wang Yue was helpless, the market price of this kind of shell was four figures, and a fuse of 100 dollars was normal.

"Victor, you're so bold, how are you, do you have any needs this time?" Tasha regretted it, 260,000 fuses, even if the profit is not high, it is enough for the factory to make a profit, but when she thinks of the situation of the domestic factory, she also extinguishes this thought, and even Mikoyan has begun to resurrect and mothball the fighters, where is there any other production capacity in the factory.

"Buy me some grenades, the 'Type 67 Wooden-Handled Grenades' you got back from Babylon, and give me another 10 million." This time, Wang Yue brought 10 million grenades to Li Yunlong for their training, but he didn't expect that the quality of the old goods from decades ago was really good, at least much better than the Gongzao grenades of the National Army, light weight, powerful, easy to carry, simple to use, simply tailored for the Eighth Route Army.

"Victor, you really don't need to use that thing, I have an F-1 grenade in my hand, if you want it, I'll deal with it cheaply for you, if not, I'll find you some RGD-33 grenades." Tasha pouted, Wang Yue began to ask for old goods again, but didn't this guy always ask for weapons before 1940? When did even the Type 67 wooden-handle grenade come to you? The last batch of Type 67 wooden-handled grenades was obtained by Tasha from a former Republican Guard officer in Babylon, and it was very cheap, and if she wanted it again, she would have to go to Lolicon to buy it.

"Tasha, good, get me some." Wang Yue smiled helplessly, the RGD-33 grenade must be able to be brought over, but you have not produced that thing for more than eighty years, even if you can find it, I don't dare to use it, and then the use of that pit dad is more complicated than operating a rifle. As for the F-1 grenade, unfortunately, there are innovative design details that he can't bring with him, so he has no other choice than the Type 67 wooden-handled grenade.

"Okay, I'll help you contact them. If you really have your Victor, you can't buy some big guys, and it's always that small orders aren't enough for me to pay for my journey. Tasha pouted, she could hang three oil bottles.

"Don't worry, big orders will come, rest assured." Wang Yue couldn't help but comfort, but with Li Yunlong's arrival in Chongqing, he hadn't done big business for a few months, and if this continued, his business would shrink further.

"Victor, be sure, you can't lie to me!" Tasha turned from cloudy to sunny, and what she was waiting for was Wang Yue's words.