Clever Japanese kid.

Chennault knew that the Japanese pilots were right to choose a forced landing, because the survival rate after parachuting was extremely low. And it was not possible to determine the point of the fall of the aircraft, which could lead to the collision of the aircraft with friendly forces.

It seems that the people below have been preparing to arrest the pilots for a long time, so they are still planning to shoot down more Japanese fighters.

At the airport, those gasoline cans are being filled, and there are people running all over the airport to pick up the round wooden planks that have been "sprayed".

It's a good idea, there aren't many other at the airport, not many petrol barrels.

And what about those kites, do they work.

The kite-flying motorcycles only run in circles around the airport. The kites in the sky also followed the different directions of their galloping, rowing circles in the sky.

Clever fellow, Chennault has to praise the person who came up with it. Those kites force the fighters to dive at a very high angle, so the attacking fighters must not start their dive too high.

Because a dive that takes too long may cause the plane to disintegrate, and a dive distance that is too long will cause the pilot to lose consciousness and cause a crash, of course, it is not a Japanese fighter that wants to take risks.

Its high-angle dive probably allowed it to leap over the heads of those kites. Then those poor kites will be blown down by the wind carried by the wings.

At this point, Chennault felt that there was no doubt that the methods of the Japanese fighter pilots were feasible.

However, what neither he nor the Japanese pilot expected was that when the Japanese fighters dived closer, those triangular kites were aimed at the Japanese fighters.

The kite, which looked ridiculous, suddenly exploded violently in the air. While it exploded into a large fireball, it seemed to spew something black at the diving plane.

It shouldn't be shrapnel, but what are those black things?

In any case, neither Chennault nor the Japanese pilot apparently never thought that the kite would explode.

The careless fighter plane was sprayed by the black thing, and then it began to dive with black smoke in tow.

I Tefak...... That's what it is.

It's the dirty stuff that they shot down two planes.

Chennault, who had never seen such a spectacle before, put his hand to his forehead and chased the kites with his eyes. With the pilot's great eyesight, he quickly saw what seemed to be hanging under the kites.

Almost in a blink of an eye, he had figured out that the concept of this anti-aircraft weapon was no different from the air-proof balloons of Europe and the United States. But it can explode in the air, which is interesting.

And kites are much cheaper than air defense airships, and those little ones also have the ability to attack actively, like a mine in the air.

These little guys, more powerful than mines, are actually directed in their sprays.

The Japanese fighters in the sky apparently received orders from the command, they stopped the attack, and then regrouped and turned around and began to return home. And this is a puff of smoke with the smell of firewood and grass, which has just swept over the airport from the upper wind, and the choking person coughs.

"Bastard...... Bastard, who put the cigarette...... Ahem......"

"Major, Major......"

Dizzy from the smoke, he sat on the ground with tears on his face, and looked at the guy who pulled him in a daze.

The guy wore a buckled steel helmet with a cloth cover, a military uniform, and a well-fitting vest, which he didn't know or see. But apparently these things were made for war, plus knee pads, elbow pads, and face armor with skull patterns painted on them, and he was sure that this was not the equipment of any country.

The guy had clear glasses on his face armor, and his mouth and nose bulged out as if they could keep out the choking smoke. Even his gadget is so that he has a spiral mouth on his face armor, and the one who screws on the poison filter should still be able to prevent poison gas.

Looking at the guy pulling him in amazement, although he spoke native Texan English, Chennault was sure that even the U.S. military did not have such equipment.

Chennault, who was shaken weakly by the white smell of firewood smoke, let the man carry him away from the smoke-filled place. The man then handed him a tube, which was rubber, with a hard mouthpiece on the front.

"Suck, drink some water to make it more comfortable."

Biting into the hard mouthpiece, Chennault took several puffs like a smoking pipe. A fragrant jasmine smell instantly filled his mouth, and he actually choked him.

After another cough, Chennault felt the burning sensation in his lungs, much better in the sweet jasmine and the bitter taste of the tea.

After grabbing the tube with a mouthpiece and taking a few more sips of jasmine tea, he completely felt Xu Fangsong.

Returning the tube to the man, Chennault said in a hoarse voice,

"Thank you, this tea really saved my life, otherwise I would have been smoked to death by those ghosts."

"No thanks, you're Chennault, our chief will come later, he's here to meet you."

"Specially come to meet me, your chief is ......"

"Zhang Sixing, the one in the German Officer Advisory Corps who is responsible for organizing the paratrooper school."

Chennault, sitting on an ammo box, nodded,

"I remember, a few days ago a Chinese pilot came to me and said that your commander is looking for me, I don't understand, I don't have a plane now."

Chennault has been surprised by this since he learned the news. Shouldn't the people who organized the paratrooper school look for Zhou Zhirou, the commander of the Chinese Air Force, how could they find him.

He is only an adviser to the Air Force, he does not have a single plane in his hands, he does not have a pilot, what is the use of the director of the paratrooper school looking for him.

"Don't worry, our chief doesn't ask you for a plane, he just ...... Maybe he looks at you more pleasantly. ”

At this time, Chennault noticed a group of people wearing variegated military uniforms and carrying flat shoulders entering the airport, and the guy next to him immediately threw him down and ran over.

"Old tobacco pouch, old tobacco pouch, the camp is over there, when will the meal be opened, Lao Tzu is hungry...... Oh, by the way, don't be idle in your carriage and go and pull back the wreckage of the Japanese plane. ”

Picking up the junk is the main job of the miscellaneous barracks. Anyway, no matter what kind of rags, in the eyes of the people in the miscellaneous barracks, it is a useful household item. As for those torn military uniforms, they were all used on gasoline barrels and cannons.

"You are a second devil, you know how to eat ......"

Li Youtian, an old cigarette pouch that had already been cooked with Hansen, was not afraid of Hansen at all, and joked with Hansen with his big cigarette pouch.

More men in strange uniforms appeared in Chennault's eyes, and then one of the leaders announced something to them, and they ran back towards the airport.

Looking at those guys, Hansen shook his head,

"The chief is really insecure, and when he arrives here, he will seize power, and those who disobey him will be arrested. Sir, don't you know that this is someone's field airfield, and you are not afraid of being killed if you do this? ”

Regarding Hansen's strange words, Zhang Sixing asked rhetorically,

"Do you think any of them can beat me?"