"Look at that, Jamie, this is the first time I've seen such a wing."
"This is F4U's inverted gull-shaped wing, it's the only one in the world and a benchmark for aerodynamics." Jamie crossed his arms on his chest and said with great admiration.
"I heard that the 14th Air Force will soon have a batch of P51 Mustangs. I don't know who is more powerful than this fighter." Wesker touched his chin, showing special interest.
"It's better than the old man's P40 anyway..."
A group of young American pilots gathered together to discuss. Their eyes were shining and they wanted to fly these fighter planes into the blue sky immediately.
Although most pilots have never seen this new fighter aircraft, which was officially commissioned into the U.S. Navy's naval aviation forces in September last year, its name has already spread among various air forces.
As a suppressive weapon against the Zero in the Pacific battlefield, the F4U Corsair's record can be said to be very brilliant. It is no exaggeration to say that the emergence of it and the F6F completely changed the direction of the battle over the Pacific.
Like the P47 and P51 of the Army Aviation, these four fighter jets have a common feature. They are all products of the U.S. military who were beaten to pieces by the Zero fighter jets. Their air combat performance is extremely excellent.
Before these four fighter jets, American fighter jets were all inferior to the Zero fighter, and the abuse they suffered was simply unbearable. Fighting a falcon like the P40 on land aviation is more difficult, and victory often depends on the surprise of high-altitude dive tactics.
Fighters are like pilots' mounts. Now that they see the F4U Corsair with excellent performance and powerful firepower, how can these pilots not be fascinated by it?
"Hi... everyone, what... this is the Southeast Asia Theater Aviation Volunteer Team, specially here to support our operations. Are you familiar with each other?"
At this time, Meng Fanglia led Andre and the other six people towards Jamie and the others, and began to introduce them to everyone.
"Oh...looks like we have company, Jamie."
"Hey look, there's actually a little girl..."
"Haha! The boss is so considerate..."
This group of free-spirited American airmen suddenly became interested, joking without hesitation, and even whistled at the only female pilot on the other side.
I originally wanted to say hello in a friendly way, but I didn't expect it to end up like this.
Andre and the others looked evil, obviously disgusted with these frivolous Americans. If it weren't for being polite, he would have punched people with his fists.
"Miss... may I ask what your name is? I wonder if I would be honored to have dinner with you tonight?"
A blond pilot next to Wesker stepped forward, raised his eyebrows with a smile, and deliberately puffed out his chest to show off his masculine charm. It was obvious that the other man's petite but bumpy figure mobilized the male hormones in his body.
The Asian woman pursed her lips, sneered and ignored him.
"Haha, failed."
"John, it seems that no one is happy to talk to you." The companions on the side began to boo.
Seeing that the other party ignored him, the blond man was a little embarrassed, and he said angrily and sarcastically: "Hey? Don't you know how to speak? Why would the higher ups send a mute to be a pilot?"
"suka blyat! (adopted by my cousin)"
Andre couldn't bear it anymore and uttered a Russian curse word. He rolled up his sleeves to give this ignorant American soldier some color.
"What? You want to give it a try?" The blond man was not afraid at all, and he put on a posture and shouted, unwilling to be outdone.
The scene instantly became tense. The embarrassed Meng Fan was at a loss for words for a while, so he had to stop his hands and keep trying to dissuade him: "Calm down, friends, calm down..."
"Okay John! Don't do this." Jamie shouted loudly.
Seeing that the boss had spoken, the blond man named John had no choice but to listen, and reluctantly put down his hand and took two steps back.
But Andre is not used to him. In the eyes of this Ukrainian man, as long as the opponent raises his fist, it means that a fight is inevitable.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the female pilot hurriedly stepped forward to hold Andre down, turned around and said to the blond man in fluent English:
"My name is Ruan Ling. If you want to have dinner with me, you can, but we have a rule. Everything depends on the performance of the sky. Why don't you come to the competition to watch? The last one will not get a meal."
"Why not? Since you asked for it, come on! If you lose, don't blame me for not being a gentleman."
John raised the corner of his mouth, and his competitive spirit was aroused. Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid. He pointed at the F4U fighter next to him and said: "The competition is okay, but I want to use your aircraft."
"Why not? As long as you can fly it."
Ruan Ling smiled lightly, revealing a pair of charming dimples. Her unique oriental female charm made everyone fascinated.
It's no wonder, after all, the military camp is full of rough men. This is the first time a woman has come, and she is also a rare beauty. As long as she is a normal "male animal", she can't help but fall in love with her.
Patting Andre's broad shoulder to express that there was nothing wrong, Ruan Ling walked toward the plane and said, "Pick one. If there's anything you don't know how to do, I can teach you."
"Okay, actually you can sit on my lap and teach me."
After speaking, John winked at his companions, and his frivolous look made Andre and others extremely unhappy.
"What a shame, these grandsons really don't think it's a big deal."
It was a nice name to come over and say hello, but it turned out to be like this. Meng was annoyed and didn't know how to end it.
…
"I heard that you Americans all like to drink black tea. Try the Yunnan Golden Needle from southwest China. You may not be able to drink it outside."
Not far away, in the Kongzhi Department, Liao Mingyu was taking out the good tea that he had treasured for a long time to entertain Smith. After all, taking someone with short hands and eating someone with a short mouth still requires some human sophistication.
The tea leaves made of Yunnan red are tight and golden. After brewing, the tea soup is bright red and translucent. Just by looking at the surface, you can tell that this tea is extraordinary. Smith was not polite and picked up the teacup and took a sip.
The tea is rich and mellow in the mouth, with a floral and fruity aroma. The aroma is rich and slightly sweet, and the fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth after drinking it, which is fascinating.
Different from the milk tea that Europeans and Americans often drink, this kind of tea is light and has a long-lasting fragrance, which has a unique flavor.
"Oh God... As expected, the tea is still the best from China. It is such a magical country with magical oriental leaves." Smith sighed sincerely and couldn't help but pick up the tea cup and take another sip.
Liao Mingyu smiled, frowned slightly and asked while drinking tea: "Speaking of which, besides this flying team, is there nothing else good this time?"
"Why is it too little? Aren't you satisfied?"
Smith put down his tea cup and rolled his eyes angrily. After a moment, he seemed to think of something. He rolled his shrewd eyes and asked, "But you have a wide range of channels. Even General Mountbatten gave the green light to do this. You know this?" The entire 14th Air Force doesn’t have this kind of fighter. Do you know him from the past?”
"Haha, the past is gone, that's not important..." Liao Mingyu said awkwardly. Who the hell knows what method the grandson of the system used, and where Mountbatten himself knew him.
Seeing that he refused to reveal it, Smith didn't ask any more questions. After all, everyone has their own little secret. Instead, he knocked on the table and said slowly: "I think your airport is still too small and rough. It doesn't even have a decent fighter plane." There is no warehouse, so it can only perform basic functions such as temporary docking and fuel replenishment.”
"Yeah, that's right. Firstly, I don't have time. Secondly, I don't have the talent. I don't know much about this, so I can only take my time." Liao Mingyu sighed. I have to admit that what they said is quite right.
"Actually, there is nothing else to do here. The ground crew and technicians can help you. General Chennault asked me to bring you a message."
"Look at that, Jamie, this is the first time I've seen such a wing."
"This is F4U's inverted gull-shaped wing, it's the only one in the world and a benchmark for aerodynamics." Jamie crossed his arms on his chest and said with great admiration.
"I heard that the 14th Air Force will soon have a batch of P51 Mustangs. I don't know who is more powerful than this fighter." Wesker touched his chin, showing special interest.
"It's better than the old man's P40 anyway..."
A group of young American pilots gathered together to discuss. Their eyes were shining and they wanted to fly these fighter planes into the blue sky immediately.
Although most pilots have never seen this new fighter aircraft, which was officially commissioned into the U.S. Navy's naval aviation forces in September last year, its name has already spread among various air forces.
As a suppressive weapon against the Zero in the Pacific battlefield, the F4U Corsair's record can be said to be very brilliant. It is no exaggeration to say that the emergence of it and the F6F completely changed the direction of the battle over the Pacific.
Like the P47 and P51 of the Army Aviation, these four fighter jets have a common feature. They are all products of the U.S. military who were beaten to pieces by the Zero fighter jets. Their air combat performance is extremely excellent.
Before these four fighter jets, American fighter jets were all inferior to the Zero fighter, and the abuse they suffered was simply unbearable. Fighting a falcon like the P40 on land aviation is more difficult, and victory often depends on the surprise of high-altitude dive tactics.
Fighters are like pilots' mounts. Now that they see the F4U Corsair with excellent performance and powerful firepower, how can these pilots not be fascinated by it?
"Hi... everyone, what... this is the Southeast Asia Theater Aviation Volunteer Team, specially here to support our operations. Are you familiar with each other?"
At this time, Meng Fanglia led Andre and the other six people towards Jamie and the others, and began to introduce them to everyone.
"Oh...looks like we have company, Jamie."
"Hey look, there's actually a little girl..."
"Haha! The boss is so considerate..."
This group of free-spirited American airmen suddenly became interested, joking without hesitation, and even whistled at the only female pilot on the other side.
I originally wanted to say hello in a friendly way, but I didn't expect it to end up like this.
Andre and the others looked evil, obviously disgusted with these frivolous Americans. If it weren't for being polite, he would have punched people with his fists.
"Miss... may I ask what your name is? I wonder if I would be honored to have dinner with you tonight?"
A blond pilot next to Wesker stepped forward, raised his eyebrows with a smile, and deliberately puffed out his chest to show off his masculine charm. It was obvious that the other man's petite but bumpy figure mobilized the male hormones in his body.
The Asian woman pursed her lips, sneered and ignored him.
"Haha, failed."
"John, it seems that no one is happy to talk to you." The companions on the side began to boo.
Seeing that the other party ignored him, the blond man was a little embarrassed, and he said angrily and sarcastically: "Hey? Don't you know how to speak? Why would the higher ups send a mute to be a pilot?"
"suka blyat! (adopted by my cousin)"
Andre couldn't bear it anymore and uttered a Russian curse word. He rolled up his sleeves to give this ignorant American soldier some color.
"What? You want to give it a try?" The blond man was not afraid at all, and he put on a posture and shouted, unwilling to be outdone.
The scene instantly became tense. The embarrassed Meng Fan was at a loss for words for a while, so he had to stop his hands and keep trying to dissuade him: "Calm down, friends, calm down..."
"Okay John! Don't do this." Jamie shouted loudly.
Seeing that the boss had spoken, the blond man named John had no choice but to listen, and reluctantly put down his hand and took two steps back.
But Andre is not used to him. In the eyes of this Ukrainian man, as long as the opponent raises his fist, it means that a fight is inevitable.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the female pilot hurriedly stepped forward to hold Andre down, turned around and said to the blond man in fluent English:
"My name is Ruan Ling. If you want to have dinner with me, you can, but we have a rule. Everything depends on the performance of the sky. Why don't you come to the competition to watch? The last one will not get a meal."
"Why not? Since you asked for it, come on! If you lose, don't blame me for not being a gentleman."
John raised the corner of his mouth, and his competitive spirit was aroused. Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid. He pointed at the F4U fighter next to him and said: "The competition is okay, but I want to use your aircraft."
"Why not? As long as you can fly it."
Ruan Ling smiled lightly, revealing a pair of charming dimples. Her unique oriental female charm made everyone fascinated.
It's no wonder, after all, the military camp is full of rough men. This is the first time a woman has come, and she is also a rare beauty. As long as she is a normal "male animal", she can't help but fall in love with her.
Patting Andre's broad shoulder to express that there was nothing wrong, Ruan Ling walked toward the plane and said, "Pick one. If there's anything you don't know how to do, I can teach you."
"Okay, actually you can sit on my lap and teach me."
After speaking, John winked at his companions, and his frivolous look made Andre and others extremely unhappy.
"What a shame, these grandsons really don't think it's a big deal."
It was a nice name to come over and say hello, but it turned out to be like this. Meng was annoyed and didn't know how to end it.
…
"I heard that you Americans all like to drink black tea. Try the Yunnan Red Golden Needle from southwest China. You may not be able to drink it outside."
Not far away, in the Kongzhi Department, Liao Mingyu was taking out the good tea that he had treasured for a long time to entertain Smith. After all, taking someone with short hands and eating someone with a short mouth still requires some human sophistication.
The tea leaves made of Yunnan red are tight and golden. After brewing, the tea soup is bright red and translucent. Just by looking at the surface, you can tell that this tea is extraordinary. Smith was not polite and picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
The tea is rich and mellow in the mouth, with a floral and fruity aroma. The aroma is rich and slightly sweet, and the fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth after drinking it, which is fascinating.
Different from the milk tea that Europeans and Americans often drink, this kind of tea is light and has a long-lasting fragrance, which has a unique flavor.
"Oh God... As expected, the tea from China is still the best. It is such a magical country with magical oriental leaves." Smith sighed sincerely and couldn't help but pick up the tea cup and take another sip.
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