On November 15, the border region ushered in the first snowfall of this winter.

At half past six in the morning, Huang He's sleepy eyes were hazy and he yawned and began to wash.

Looking at the small snowflakes outside the house, he thought of the north where he had worked, so he stretched his muscles and said to himself:

"The temperature in the border area is comfortable, and it feels like winter but not too exaggerated. Like Maozi, it actually started to snow in late September in some areas. ”

"It's outrageous, it's outrageous, it's outrageous!"

The inadvertent mention of the north reminded Huang He of his old friend Makarov.

The other party was in such a hurry to return to China at that time, he must have gone to participate in the Soviet-Finnish Winter War, and he didn't know what was going on now.

Thinking about it for a while, it made him feel a lot more energetic.

But if there is a choice, there must be a return to sleep. The soil kang is so warm, who can resist the temptation of going to the kang.

It's a pity that Huang lives next door to a self-disciplined volume king, not to mention that he is still his nominal leader, and he doesn't have a choice if he doesn't want to get up early.

After putting on the cotton jacket and cotton pants, the Yellow River came to Lao Zeng's compound with a familiar car. As soon as I entered the door, I went straight to the restaurant, and the two had been having breakfast together lately.

The cold wind brought in when he opened the door made the director shiver, and he glared at the man who was sitting down on his own.

"The first time I heard of your boy's name was because Zhang Wanhe sent a batch of new cotton clothes to the border area. One thing to say, the quality of the cotton you got back is really high, no worse than the border one. ”

At the mention of the border, the director suddenly thought of the flight cadets, so he asked with some curiosity:

"Didn't you mention the cadets of the aviation school some time ago? What's going on with that? I remember that the next batch of planes will arrive in the border area in December, so we have to hurry up and push the progress. ”

This problem makes the Yellow River a little painful, and at this stage, SHC already has the idea of changing sides.

The day before yesterday, the Eighth Office over there sent back the news, and the other party directly opened his mouth, and each student needed 500 rifles and 50,000 rounds of ammunition before he was willing to release them.

Moreover, they also specially explained that they should not use tattered Japanese goods to fill the number, just the magic weapons used by the Eighth Route Army themselves.

The conditions are not unacceptable, after all, the quantity is not very large, and it can be easily produced with the production capacity of rifle factories in the border area.

The main reason is that Huang He doesn't want to suffer this dumb loss, but considering that the two sides have a clear paper agreement, he can only pinch his nose to ransom people.

But now there is still a problem, that is, what team to send and how many people must be arranged for this team.

After all, the neighbors to the west are not honest things, and with so many weapons, they are likely to encounter robbery. When the time comes, let alone redeem people, it will be difficult to lose both people and money.

Just as Huang He was about to discuss this matter with the director, a noise suddenly came from outside the compound, and it sounded as if someone had stopped him.

“Товарищ，отойдите，мойдругвнутри.”

Both of the people in the restaurant can understand Russian, and they have both worked in the north. An unfamiliar Mao Zi suddenly appeared in the border area for some reason, which made anyone who met it curious.

When Huang He wiped his mouth and ran out to eat melons, he actually saw a familiar figure.

After Mao Zi saw the appearance of his old acquaintance, he immediately made a dexterous move to bypass the guards and pounced towards the other party.

"Yellow! Hahaha! I didn't expect it! I, Makarov, is back! ”

The Siberian man patted his old friend on the back and greeted him warmly. This made the director on the side look confused, he didn't know what the relationship between the two was.

After breaking free from Makarov's bear embrace, Huang He looked at his friend in surprise who had not seen him for a long time, and he always remembered the kindness of the other party who desperately sent him back to the border area.

"Old horse!? What's the situation? Could it be that Cheng Ling is on a transportation mission again? ”

"How do you know I'm in the border? Did the comrades from the Chang'an office tell you? You'll be punished for running here without permission! ”

The concerned tone of his friend made the Siberian man grin, and he pulled out a bottle of vodka from his trench coat with his right hand.

This familiar action made the two smile, and this is how they started drinking on the way back.

But what happened next was beyond Huang He's expectations, Makarov did not unscrew the cap directly, but put the bottle under his left armpit before unscrewing it with his right hand.

The set of actions seems to be so smooth that not even a drop of wine is spilled.

"Old horse! Where is your left hand? What happened! Why didn't the instructor come? ”

At the mention of the instructor, even the nervous Siberian man paused, and his huge body seemed to tremble a little.

"Yellow, have you heard of Simon Heyer? During one operation, I was injured by him and could not move, so I had to lie in the snow and wait for death. ”

"When I woke up, my left hand was gone, but it looked like someone had taken care of my wounds. Later, I found out that the position where the instructor died was only ten meters away from me. ”

"Hey, he must have saved me. Don't talk about these things! Drink and drink! It's not easy for us to meet! I don't know when the next time will be. ”

In this kind of gathering of life and death, the director is naturally unwilling to spoil the scenery.

He told his guards to go to the cooking squad to make a few snacks, and after glancing at Makarov's exposed chest hair, he wrapped himself tightly and trotted to work.

The two people in the house drank directly, half a bottle of vodka was swallowed, and the guards also brought back the appetizers. As if at someone's prompt, the warrior also took three bottles of Fenjiu.

"Old Ma, you won't be punished for drinking with me now. I remember that the members of your convoy must listen to the arrangements of their superiors. ”

Hearing this, Makarov showed a sly smile. It's a pity that the Siberian Han couldn't hide it, and it only took a few seconds for him to confess.

"Who do you look down on, I'm a colonel now. During the Winter War, I became acquainted with Marshal Timoshenko, and I was promoted at the beginning of this year. ”

"I'm the highest-ranking person in the transport team this time, so it's reasonable to take a break after three months of busyness."

"You're a good mix, I've heard that you're all deputy directors. No wonder I gave up my job at the 2nd Special Design Bureau, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. ”

I haven't seen each other for more than a year, and the two have improved.

His friend became a colonel, and Huang He was also very happy. However, thinking of the cruel battlefield on the Eastern Front in the future, he couldn't help but remind:

"The situation in Europe is very chaotic right now, you have to pay more attention in the future. I've lost a friend and don't want to lose you again. ”

Makarov crossed his big bald head and looked very lonely.

"Don't worry, I won't be on the battlefield again, and even the work of transportation will be the last. After a while, when I returned to China, I would be transferred to the reserves, and my body was already a little overwhelmed. ”

"Hey, I really don't know when the next time we meet. This time I went to Chang'an first, and then to the southwestern capital, where there are wars everywhere in your country. ”

"Those damn dwarfs are disgusting! Sukka! ”

The two drank all morning, and the appetizer was upgraded from peanuts and edamame to pig's head meat and roast chicken, and Huang He vomited several times. But every time I wanted to go back to sleep, I was forced back by Makarov.

The United States called it its name, and made up for what it owed last time. At that time, they were all sick and there was no alcohol in the hospital.

The next morning, the convoy departed on time. Seeing Huang holding his forehead to see him off, Makarov's bald head stretched out of a Gis 5.

The Siberian man waved the gift he had received, a command knife of the Great Zo.

"Yellow! Think about it, if there's anything I can do to help you! This time, the entire transport team was poor and white, and I didn't even keep a bottle of wine for myself, so I felt uncomfortable if I couldn't return the gift. ”

Huang He, who was still a little dizzy, immediately remembered something when he heard this.

The road from the border to the border, I am afraid that no one in the whole country is more familiar with it than Makarov. And the other party's identity is special, even those horse bandits who are not long-eyed dare not touch him, and he is the best person to escort the students back.

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't go, old horse! See if you can help! ”

"Look fart! I'll promise you anything! ”

Makarov is really interesting, what is there to do with him!

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At the aviation school in the border provincial capital, a twenty-three-year-old young man was writing a diary. He looked tired and preoccupied.

My name is Fang Ziyi, and I am a student in the third phase of aviation school.

Although Commander-in-Chief Xu said that serious people must not write diaries. But I felt like I had to write something, and no one knew if it would be worse tomorrow.

Three years ago, we paid a huge price for the expedition to the west. After entering the west of the river, enemies poured in from all directions.

At that time, the troops had to make a clear choice, either to build a base area, and this option required to disperse the forces to mobilize the masses, but once the troops were dispersed, it was impossible to concentrate on fighting.

But soon the enemy gave us the answer, and the troops were alone and deep in need. In the case of ignorance of people's feelings and geography, survival is the primary goal.

It was really hard to hold on to one place, and they were forced to give up guerrilla warfare and movement warfare, which they were good at, and the combat effectiveness of the troops decreased significantly.

And that group of enemies was completely different from the previous ones, the number of cavalry was so great that I don't remember how many comrades died under the swords of the other side.

The high mobility of the enemy makes it impossible for the troops to chase and not to chase, and they are often run away by them.

During that time, I often saw Commander-in-Chief Xu sighing.

He always said that after crossing the river, he should seize the opportunity to advance and fight straight to the west.

As long as they can obtain weapons and ammunition from the great powers of the north, the warriors will definitely be able to strengthen themselves. When the time comes, it is entirely possible to return to the division and sweep eastward, and even control the Hexi area.

Ay!

After the defeat of the Western Expedition, I and the remaining 400 or so retreated to Xingxing Gorge at the junction of Gansu and Singapore after a fierce battle.

Fortunately, two comrades who had just returned to China brought people to pick us up. It was more than fifty large cars, loaded with weapons, clothing, and all kinds of food.

They were accompanied by military advisers from the north and a battalion of armed forces, and when they reached safety, they were immediately tasked with being selected for the flight squad.

Since I joined the group at the age of 14, I have a certain cultural foundation.

Coupled with a decent physical fitness, I stood out from the 400 and got the opportunity to study in an aviation school.

Before entering the school, the two comrades who received us were about to return to the border area. The two of them told us to study hard, and after we finished our studies, we needed to stay here for the time being.

On April 12, 1938, the aviation school was officially opened. Since then, he has begun an intense, arduous and bumpy study life.

On the first day of school, we encountered difficulties, and none of our comrades had studied mathematics.

In view of this situation, the principal of the aviation school personally came to teach us a lesson. He first talked about the importance of aviation theory, and then gave a test to our group of students.

After figuring out our level, the principal made up for us math for a while, which touched me very much.

In the days to come, the study of aviation theory will be the greatest difficulty for comrades.

There were more than thirty courses in total, and the courses were complex and there were no textbooks or handouts at all, and we had to take our own notes for each class.

The most terrible thing is that most of the classes in the aviation school are taught by instructor Mao Zi. Their Chinese is poor and strange, and it sounds like the three eastern provinces.

The translators are also not good, many terms do not know how to translate, and there is often a situation where the donkey's lips are not the same as the horse's mouth.

In order to live up to the trust of the organization, we must work overtime. Every day, in addition to eating and physical training, I soak in the classroom, and basically go back to the dormitory to sleep in the early morning.

When the school found out, they sent someone to stop us, so we had to take the notebook back to the dormitory and hide under the covers to study with a flashlight.

Through hard study, 25 of us successfully conquered the aviation theory level. The school also changed the way we thought about us, laying the foundation for our future flight training.

After the theoretical study, it is time for the training stage of the beginner teaching machine.

All the trainees of the third class were divided into three groups, led by a flight squadron leader and two flight instructors. All three of them are graduates of the first batch, and they are technically good at teaching and patient.

After two days of cockpit practice, the trainees officially began their flight training.

The first flight day is mainly about experiencing the feeling of lift-off, and the instructor will take us through the whole process from take-off to landing.

It felt great to soar in the sky, but unfortunately I threw up and was scolded by the instructor for an afternoon.

From the second day of flight, we practiced take-off and landing, and it was the happiest experience. I felt like I saw the scene of the plane battle with the devil, and I was looking forward to that day.

The flight days arranged by the school were relatively continuous, and the comrades each flew 20 flight days and 60 take-offs and landings.

After 5 hours in the air, everyone has mastered the essentials of take-off and landing relatively proficiently.

Next, the instructor began to conduct individual assault training for us, arranging 4-5 more takeoffs and landings for those who fly well every day.

When I flew to 80 takeoffs and landings and 7 hours in the air, the instructor approved me to fly solo for the first time, and I was honored to be the first person to go solo in the third phase of the Air Force.

Just as our flying skills were gradually improving, the planes and pilots of the aviation school were mobilized to the battlefield. It was a bit boring and I missed the sky.

After the war, pilots, especially instructors, needed to take a vacation. However, we took the initiative to apply to participate in the maintenance and took the opportunity to learn some ground handling skills.

Due to the weak foundation and the grounding of flights for nearly 100 days, the comrades basically forgot about the technology.

As long as the kung fu deep iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, even if you start learning from the ups and downs, everyone is still very hard. In the mid-term assessment, the whole class finished the flight training of the beginner aircraft with good results.

When the time came to March 1939, I heard that the front line was fighting fiercely.

This year we started the flight training of the intermediate trainer aircraft, and this phase still starts with take-off and landing.

But the follow-up subjects are very powerful! At one point, I felt like I was on the battlefield. We began to practice flight training in combat subjects such as aerial reconnaissance, simulated bomb dropping, simulated bomb dropping, and live bombing.

Because the comrades were very enthusiastic about the actual combat training, the results were also very good, and the technical assessment was excellent, and the school and the instructor Maozi were very satisfied.

But the good times seemed to be coming to an end, and after the winter of that year, the school issued new rules for us.

Not only do you have to register when you go out, you have to do a body search when you go out, and even when you go out, someone keeps an eye on you. There are even strangers moving around the Eighth Office, as if they are afraid that we will run away.

Some comrades believed that the situation had changed and that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, and they proposed to go north or return to the border areas to participate in the War of Resistance.

But I always remembered the purpose of coming to the aviation school, and the news from the border area was not unexpected. Our superiors require us to be disciplined and study with peace of mind.

Moreover, there was a comrade who had just returned to China who came to visit us at the school, and he seemed to be a great man, and even SHC had to come forward to greet us in person.

Later, the comrade surnamed Huang told us that it would not be long before everyone could return to the border area, and that there would even be our own fighter jets at that time, and I don't know if it was simply comforting.

The time came to 1940, and it was really comforting. Half a year has passed, and there is no news from the border area, and we seem to have forgotten.

In a tense atmosphere, after the comrades made up the formation of two and three planes and made a long-distance voyage, the flight training of the Chinese education plane officially ended.

Mid-September! Things have changed!

From the side of the big country in the north, nine new fighters came, which was a promise made by the border region and the SHC.

The new aircraft has made the enthusiasm of the school increase sharply, and everything looks like it has returned to two years ago, and even the flight training of the previously unknown higher education aircraft has immediately begun.

This stage of training was led by Maozi flight instructor Colonel Semyonov, and as the difficulty increased, the danger also increased greatly.

During a rolling training, a comrade fell to the ground and died because he failed to get out in time.

It's not too late to make amends, Maozi flight instructors have feelings for the students under them, and they are also sad when there is an accident.

In order to improve safety, Colonel Semyonov deliberately spent four flight days, arranging eight take-offs and landings for each person, flying a spiral, and training the entry and exit essentials of the horizontal rolling.

Fortunately, there were no more accidents, and the third phase of the flight team officially ended the flight training of higher education aircraft in mid-November.

The instructors held a graduation ceremony for everyone, ending this nearly three-year flight training.

In accordance with the agreement of the border district and the SHC, all fighters and ground crews were temporarily integrated into the aviation of the opposing side and participated in combat duty.

Hey, I don't know why I feel it. My comrades and I may not be able to go back, it doesn't matter if we lose our lives, but it's a pity that we can't hand over our skills to more people.

When Fang Ziyi finished writing his diary and closed the notebook and was about to go out, a roar suddenly came from outside the airline.

"Davaris! I'm here to pick you up! ”

Air Minister Fang Ziyi: Ground Support Specialist Air Superiority +10%

(End of chapter)