December 1, 1941, Zhongtiao Mountain airspace.
In the blue sky, eighteen Blenheim fighter jets escorted an air train transport aircraft, flying over Fenglingdu at cruising speed at an altitude of about three thousand meters.
The noise of the piston engine caused the soldiers of the Jinsui Army stationed along the Yellow River to mechanically raise their heads.
After confirming that it was the Air Force of the Eighth Route Army, they continued their reconnaissance work day after day without any sign of panic.
There is no way, the current Jin Dynasty has long lost the pride of the past, and still vaguely shows the embarrassment of decline.
Yan Laoxi and a group of senior officers could only curse a few words in private to vent their dissatisfaction with those Eighth Route Army fighter planes that unscrupulously passed through their own airspace.
Because all of them know one thing very well. If it weren't for the existence of the united front, there might not even be a place for the Shanxi-Sui Army to settle down in Shanxi.
If you want to survive, just keep your tail between your legs.
When the entire flight formation entered the territory of Shanxi, the popular honorary leader stood up from his seat and walked slowly to the guests with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Cui, two friends from Britain, we have successfully crossed the Yellow River and welcome you to Shanxi."
"However, we cannot relax our vigilance yet. After all, the Army Aviation of the North China Front has been making small moves recently, which means that Japanese aircraft may launch a surprise attack at any time."
"Of course, our Eighth Route Army will ensure your safety. The escort fighter formation has just contacted Yuncheng Airport, and the most advanced fighter jets have been sent to take over."
Hearing this, Lao Cui nodded calmly, obviously full of confidence in his allies.
If the Eighth Office of Shancheng dares to invite him to visit Shanxi in an official name, he will definitely make careful plans and plans in advance. After all, not everyone hopes that he will have a safe journey.
Besides, the current strength of the Eighth Route Army Air Force is unique in the entire Asia. Unless the Kwantung Army is deployed in full force, no force can harm him even a hair.
"Mr. Dong, you don't have to be polite. I am impressed by your ability."
Before Lao Cui finished speaking, a burst of exclamations sounded from the middle and rear of the cabin, as if something incredible had been discovered at the source of the sound.
In desperation, he could only express his apology with his eyes, and then turned his head to see what happened.
"WTF!"
"God! Is this the top of Britain?"
"First it was Blenheim, and now even Handsome Warrior and Spitfire have appeared! I have every reason to suspect that there are not so many British fighters deployed in the entire Southeast Asia!"
The people who screamed in the cabin were two old Londoners.
Since clear intelligence showed that the Eighth Route Army was equipped with a large number of British fighters of unknown origin, Super Marlin and Hawker each sent a senior engineer to the Republic of China to investigate.
After all, their own advanced equipment appears inexplicably in other forces, which would make anyone suspicious of their life.
If you don’t check this, how serious would you be?
After learning that the Eighth Office of Shancheng invited Lao Cui to Taiyuan for observation, the old knight who was resident in the Republic of China immediately came to visit, just to get a chance to accompany him.
Considering the opponent's status as a quasi-ally, the popular honorary leader simply set off with two oil bottles after asking for advice from the border area.
Anyway, Director Huang of the Weapons Experimental Research Bureau said that even if they were asked to take apart the fighter engine for study, they would only go back in confusion.
Seeing the completely shattered British people, Lao Cui immediately transformed into a crowd in the front row.
Anyway, the fighters on the scene now are not his own MiGs and Jacques, so he has no obligation to worry about his allies.
After a while, this army officer with a particularly long name came to his seat by the window and immediately adjusted his sitting position in order to enjoy the visual feast in front of him from the most perfect angle.
At this time, the Blenheim formation that was previously responsible for the escort had completed the handover with the Spitfire and Handsome Warriors who came to relay.
This methodical and picturesque operation made even a layman like Lao Cui express heartfelt emotions.
"Your army is really amazing. A combat formation with a record of kills per capita is rare even in my motherland."
"From the moment I boarded this transport plane, I learned what it means to be impressed by Shibie Sanri. To be able to train to such an extent, the comrades must have shed a lot of blood and sweat."
"Compared with some forces that do not seek progress and cannot support the wall with mud, you, the Eighth Route Army, are the real heroes."
Some of the people Lao Cui talked about were, of course, talking about the preserved fruit Air Force.
Compared with the Eighth Route Army, which has strict military discipline, those young soldiers who went through the back door have no idea what discipline is. They fully explain what it means to not reward meritorious service and not punish delinquency.
The most outrageous thing is that as a regular soldier, he actually openly allows the private use of official aircraft internally, and even uses combat aircraft to do private work from time to time.
Thinking of this, Lao Cui felt his blood pressure suddenly soar.
With the mentality of not complaining, he angrily complained to the popular honorary leader:
"At the beginning of this year, we delivered a batch of fighter jets and bombers to Guozhou. These are important equipment that the Republic of China urgently needs."
"During the transportation to the border, not a single fighter plane was damaged due to the long distance. But as soon as the Guo Preserved Air Force took over, guess what?"
Without waiting for the popular honorary leader to reply, Lao Cui first took a sip of water to regain his mood, then raised his voice and almost roared:
"Within a few days after those people took over, they canceled two I-16s, ten Sibo-2s, and twenty I-153s. There are still 19 aircraft that need overhaul before they can be used."
"Anyone with any brain knows how to cherish their equipment! But the Preserved Air Force was destroyed before the battle. What does this mean?"
"And their training is extremely perfunctory. After so many years of war, they don't even have a bomb-dropping training range, nor do they have air-to-ground target practice facilities. Is this considered the air force of a big country?"
As soon as these words came out, the popular honorary leader held his forehead and was speechless for a while.
He knew that there was a big problem within the preserved fruit, and he also knew that the opponent's air force had very poor combat effectiveness. But the inside story just revealed by his ally still shocked him greatly.
"Mr. Cui, let the past be in the past."
"Anyway, the day for you to return to China is getting closer and closer. After a while, you can be out of sight and out of mind. Just treat the experience of preserved fruit as a wonderful journey."
"After all, looking around the world, no country's air force is so amazing."
Although his allies offered comfort in time, Lao Cui's high blood pressure still showed no signs of relief.
Because of his special status, everything he says and does represents his motherland, so he still has a lot to say in his heart at this time.
As for the air force with preserved fruits, his evaluation was that the dishes were poor and badly presented.
A group of serious pilots whose mechanical knowledge reserve could only be described as meager. They were not even as good as myself, a person with a pure Army background.
A few simple questions, except for pilots from certain local forces, basically no one can answer them.
Forget about cooking, you still haven’t learned! It’s really hopeless!
Look at the Eighth Route Army again. It is said that this air force was established just over a year ago. In just one year, many ace pilots can be born.
This is called comparing goods and throwing away goods, and comparing people to death!
In order not to faint from anger, Lao Cui quickly pressed himself against the window and took a few more glances at the fighter jet not far away. At this moment, the Eighth Route Army Air Force has become his antihypertensive medicine.
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Half an hour later, the entire formation landed at Wusu Airport in the southeast of Taiyuan.
As soon as the hatch of the sky train opened, the three international friends who came to visit discovered a large number of ground handling teams. Those people are skilled in skills and look like elites who have experienced hundreds of battles.
Suddenly, the engineer from Super Marine Company exclaimed again. He pointed to the apron and hangar in the distance and said in disbelief:
"Oh, God!"
"I feel like I'm back in Portsmouth, why did the Republic of China have so many Spitfires!"
"No, no, the size and appearance of those planes are different! I really want to get up close to them! If possible, I would also like to visit the maintenance workshop!"
Although the two wanted to rush over immediately, they were not the kind of nerds with no social skills, so they naturally knew that they needed to stay calm on other people's territory.
After forcibly suppressing their inner desires, the engineers followed Lao Cui's footsteps and walked out of the hatch.
As soon as the group got off the transport plane, the reception group who had been waiting for a long time came out of the crowd to greet them.
As we all know, Lao Cui is the fifth graduate of the Frunze Military Academy. Considering this relationship, the deputy general staff officer who graduated from the same school must be the best choice to receive allies.
"Old Cui, we haven't seen each other for several years."
"Old Dong, this trip has been hard on you. The headquarters has arranged a physical examination for you, and a doctor will come see you soon."
"Come on, let's take the bus back to the headquarters first. For today's lunch, the cooking team has prepared hot pot, so you can see if the Sichuan cooks of the Eighth Route Army are authentic."
As soon as these words came out, a warm current surged in Lao Cui's heart.
Since the incident in the south, his contact with the border area has gradually decreased, and he even rarely goes to the eighth office in the mountain city.
Unexpectedly, when I came to ask for help this time, my comrades actually received me regardless of their previous suspicions, and the scale of the reception was not ordinary.
How could he not be moved by this situation?
"Okay! Let's eat first! I will follow your arrangements!"
Seeing the happy atmosphere, the two old Londoners looked at each other and suddenly felt that now was a good time to speak.
After a while, the engineer from Super Marin stepped forward and said to the deputy general staff with respect:
"Hello, sir, my name is Cassius Holland, and I am an aircraft design expert. This time we took the liberty to come to Taiyuan to exchange experience in fighter jet manufacturing with your army."
"If it is convenient, I hope to get close contact with various types of fighter aircraft currently in service in the Eighth Route Army."
The British request was fully expected by the deputy general staff officer.
Because before leaving, the border area specially sent a telegram to inform them of this matter.
Although it has the endorsement of Huang He, the headquarters obviously does not intend to let the "allies" pry out too much information. After all, the data of the fighter planes is a secret for any force.
After thinking for a moment, the deputy general staff officer said with a smile:
"You two guests don't have to be so polite. Your request is very reasonable. I will send someone to accompany you to visit now."
The handsome warrior is unlocked through the scientific research slot from August to November. The specific details will be written in the next chapter. I have a current draft of 2,500 words, and I will try to publish it as early as possible during the day.
(End of chapter)
