Zhou Zhihan couldn't hide his excitement: "Zhihan is where he is today because of his mentor's support."
Zhou Zhihan's growth over the years has been seen by Zhou Zhirou. The young man is neither arrogant nor impetuous, respects his teachers and is deeply loved by his subordinates. When facing the enemy, he can be called the proud son of heaven and has ten thousand enemies. When he is strategizing, he can win thousands of miles away. How can he be like this? The disciples themselves also had light on their faces.
In fact, in recent years, I have benefited from Zhou Zhihan more than I have supported him. It is because of Zhou Zhihan that I have been able to secure my position as commander-in-chief of the Air Force until now. Otherwise, I might have been pulled down by political opponents long ago.
To put it more distantly, for example, during the Battle of Songhu, the Chinese Air Force, which was facing collapse, still maintained deterrence against the enemy with the support of Zhou Zhihan, showed off its power at Sihang Warehouse, displayed its national prestige during the Battle of London, and gained more benefits for the country. and the right to speak; recently, Zhou Zhihan almost single-handedly damaged the Japanese "Shenkawa Maru" and strategized to destroy more than 200 Japanese reinforcements at Nanning Airport. Based on these achievements, without Zhou Zhirou's support, Zhou Zhihan still has an unlimited future.
"Zhihan!" Zhou Zhirou said, taking out a brand new solid gold RONSON lighter from the drawer, "This was given to me by a friend from abroad. I don't have any use for it, so you can use it!"
Zhou Zhihan knew at a glance that this lighter was very precious. Just as he was about to refuse it, Zhou Zhirou said, "I'm used to using matches. I like to light the matches and the smell won't change after decades. If you're not used to this thing, take it." .”
"Yes. Thank you, master!"
Zhou Zhihan is no longer polite. In fact, he also likes this pure gold lighter. Who doesn't like this kind of fine product among young people? Holding such a lighter in your hand makes you feel different when smoking.
At this time, an intelligence officer walked in and took the draft of the leaflet that the War Department had drafted and sent to Zhou Zhirou to read, and made copies to prepare for delivery.
Zhou Zhirou handed the draft leaflet to the intelligence officer.
Zhou Zhihan suddenly said: "Commander-in-Chief! I would like to add a few murderous words to the leaflet. What do you think?"
Zhou Zhirou nodded: "This is the best, it can not only suppress the Japanese army but also boost morale!"
Zhou Zhihan thought for a moment, took the pen, and wrote quickly at his desk, and then showed it to Zhou Zhirou.
After reading it, Zhou Zhirou made the decision on the spot: "Okay! Let's do it." Then she handed it to the intelligence officer, "After quickly copying it, drop it over Chengdu and Chongqing at noon, so that our people can see how our Chinese Air Force fought back against the Japanese army. The arrogance will enhance the morale of the Chinese people."
The intelligence officer took the leaflet draft and asked: "Commander-in-Chief! We use reconnaissance aircraft to drop the leaflets in Chongqing and Chengdu. As for the Japanese army, should we send special personnel to deliver them or send military aircraft to drop them?"
Zhou Zhirou: "Send a special person to send it. Our reconnaissance plane has reached the sky above the Japanese-controlled area and is in danger of being shot down."
Intelligence Officer: "Yes. Commander-in-Chief!"
"Wait a minute!" Zhou Zhihan asked the intelligence officer who was about to go out to wait, and then said to Zhou Zhirou, "Commander-in-Chief! The Japanese flew over our heads in the middle of the night to drop leaflets. I request to fly over the Japanese airport during the day to drop leaflets and visit them. anti-aircraft positions to overwhelm their morale."
noon!
Two Chinese reconnaissance aircraft dropped leaflets at low altitude over Chongqing and Chengdu.
At noon, Wang Wuhu was busy in a small restaurant. His Subei stir-fry was very good and cheap and affordable. Although the small shop was simple, there were many customers, seven or eight.
The couple makes tofu bread for breakfast in the morning and stir-fries at noon and evening. The business is not bad, and they plan to save enough money in the next two years to build a larger restaurant.
Suddenly, the sound of planes came from the sky. Just when everyone thought it was a Japanese bombing and started to panic and prepare to flee, someone outside shouted: "It's our plane. Our Chinese Air Force is dropping leaflets. China's ace pilot accepts the challenge of Japan's ace pilot." …”
Upon hearing this, the guests in the room immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks and ran out.
Wang Wuhu's son liked the excitement and jumped after him. After a while, holding a leaflet in one hand, he ran back and handed it to Wang Wuhu.
Wang Wuhu took the flyer and read it for a long time. He didn't recognize ten words, so he put it aside. He knew that the guests would definitely talk about it when they came back later.
After the meeting, the guests came back, holding several leaflets in their hands, but the five or six men were all illiterate. They each held the leaflets and looked at them for a long time, and then looked at each other.
I don't even know a few words.
At this moment, a fair-skinned young man passed by the door. He also held a flyer in his hand, reading it as he walked, and his eyes were full of excitement.
A man stood up and said, "This little brother, can you come in and give us a few bosses a rough read on what's written here?"
The young man stopped, then walked in, with excitement written on his face: "Our ace pilot of the Chinese Air Force accepted the challenge of the Japanese. What is written here is very refreshing."
"Then please, little brother, please read it to us!"
Several men immediately gathered around him. Judging from the young man's expression, this leaflet was a good thing.
The young man held the flyer in his hand and cleared his throat:
Over Qinzhou Bay, a Chinese Air Force bomber severely damaged the Japanese aircraft carrier "Kamikawa Maru" and wiped out all military aircraft on the ship;
Eight bombers of the Chinese Air Force raided Nanning Airport, destroying more than 200 Japanese military aircraft and causing numerous casualties to the Japanese ground crew.
While the Chinese Air Force has achieved such a proud record, it also feels pity for the Japanese pilots, because you were born in Japan, an evil country, and you participated in the war of aggression. This misfortune is both retribution and untimely birth, because you You have encountered heroic resistance from the Chinese people because you represent evil and because evil can never defeat justice. Therefore, you can only accept defeat. The just Chinese people will eventually win.
I killed the Japanese ace pilot Colonel Yamashita Shichiro, your military god Nango Shigeaki, and the first god of war Sadaki Akamatsu, making the Japanese air force frightened. Next, I will accept the challenge of Captain Kondo above Yunan Town and defeat him, defeating you. Zero fighter.
At that time, I will return the flag of "Sick Man of East Asia" to you, because in this world, only despicable Japanese soldiers deserve this title.
——Chinese Air Force ace pilot, Colonel Zhou Zhihan.
After the young man finished reading, the small restaurant immediately exploded, and the diners were excited:
"Awesome! I never expected that our Chinese Air Force could be so powerful. One bomber severely damaged a Japanese aircraft carrier, and eight bombers destroyed more than 200 Japanese fighter planes..."
"It seems that we have all wrongly blamed our Chinese Air Force before..."
"It turns out that the little Japs have been bragging. Now we know that our ace pilot is so powerful that he killed the Japs' God of War and God of War... It's really incredible, God of War and God of War..."
"Young man!" Wang Wuhu had been listening attentively. When he heard the words Zhou Zhihan, he almost jumped up and shouted to the young man, "What is the name of our ace pilot of the Chinese Air Force?"
The young man held the flyer with a proud look on his face: "The ace pilot of the Chinese Air Force, Colonel Zhou Zhihan!"
"Hey!" Wang Wuhu jumped up and shouted happily, "Zhou Zhihan is my brother. Zhou Zhihan, the Chinese ace pilot who is about to fight, is my brother."
"What?"
Several diners were stunned for three seconds, and then glanced up and down at Wangwu Lake. One of them, a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, spoke very harshly, "Boss Wang, our ace pilot in China is named Zhou, and your surname is Wang. You can't even reach us with eight poles." Son, and he is a famous air force colonel, and you are just a pie seller. No matter how much you want to put money on your face, you can't use this method, right?"
"He is really my brother. We are both from Nanjing. He was eating tofu bread at my place this morning. If you don't believe it, just wait here. He agreed to come to my place to drink in the evening."
Wang Wuhu was looked down upon by everyone, and he was a little embarrassed. He usually knew that he was a little person and a foreigner, so he rarely argued with others. But everyone laughed at him for putting money on his face, which made him feel uncomfortable.
The young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks is not happy. You have boasted too much. The dignified colonel and ace pilot will come to your shop and lower his status: "After you said this, I really have to stay and take a look. Zhou How did the colonel come to your magnificent hotel?"
Wang Wuhu was about to panic, but his wife grabbed him and whispered to him: "Maybe it's just a coincidence in the name. There are many people with the same name. Besides, even if this ace is really your fellow countryman in the morning , it’s impossible for people to come to our small place. Everyone who comes here is a customer, so don’t fight, otherwise it will be difficult to do business in the future."
When Wang Wuhu heard what his wife said, he felt like a deflated rubber ball. Yes, if the fellow in the morning was really a Chinese ace colonel pilot, how could he lower himself to his humble shop?
One p.m.
Nanning Airport.
An alarm suddenly sounded on the air defense position next to the airport, and the commander issued an order: "Attention all combat units, a Chinese fighter jet is approaching quickly, and all units are ready to fight."
