In the end, the group could not find a suitable car.
Because Lanzhou is located inland, there are not many good things. The only cars are aided by the Soviet Union, and they are mainly trucks.
That is, the Geese Type 5 truck.
The airport is not very far from the city, so it will naturally not lend a truck to this group of pilots.
In addition, the truck was indeed a bit unsuitable, so everyone finally decided to forget about walking and just treat it as exercise.
In fact, there are some horses you can ride at the airport, but most of the people in the group don't know how to ride, so we gave up.
The road was actually just a dirt road, and after not walking far, everyone saw a city tower.
In fact, it is Ying'en Gate, commonly known as Dongshao Gate. It is built on the Dongguo City Wall, with a four-story tower on the top of the mountain. There are double eaves on the third floor. It looks like that.
However, the entire city of Lanzhou feels like an old society far away from modern society.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
The main roads in the city are actually just rammed dirt roads without even bluestone bricks, let alone cement roads or asphalt roads.
There were soldiers on duty at the city gate, but not many, just one squad of soldiers. They were carrying unknown weapons. They seemed to be made in Hanyang or Shuilianzhu.
Shui Lianzhu is Lao Maozi’s Mosin-Nagant rifle.
Lao Maozi has always had a great influence on the northwest, which is also related to Lao Feng's Northwest Army.
Before and after the Central Plains War, the main warlords in the country were the Central Army, the Shanxi-Sui Army, the Gui Army, the Northwest Army and the Northeast Army outside the Pass.
Unlike other warlords who have their own arsenal or good economy, the Northwest Army is located inland and lacks everything. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are a bunch of hard-working people, and their equipment is also the worst.
In this case, it seems that we can get some assistance from Lao Maozi. Therefore, it is normal for there to be some Mosin-Nagant rifles in the army, and there are even Jin-made 65 rifles. The latter is actually a copy of the 38th Army of the Taiyuan Arsenal. build.
Perhaps it was because they were located inland and did not have a particularly intuitive experience of the invasion of the Japs, so the soldiers on duty at these city gates were also very lazy.
But after seeing Li Hang and others, the squad leader on duty quickly ordered his men, then stood up and saluted.
"I've seen you, sirs."
Lu Jichun saluted a few people in return, and then the group entered the Yingen Gate in a swaggering manner.
"Sir, who are these people? They are all officers at such a young age!" After Lu Jichun and others left, a leader put down his gun, touched his head and looked at the leaving people curiously.
"Who could it be? A pilot from the east airport. The worst pilot there is a second lieutenant, which is equivalent to our platoon leader; the higher ranking ones include school officers, who are all at the level of battalion commander or regiment commander." Neither is the squad leader. It was my first time meeting these pilots, so I wasn’t surprised.
But the envy is real, the treatment of these pilots is so good.
Not to mention the brand-new military uniforms, I heard that the food is very good. It seems that they can only eat two meals a day, and they may not have meat to eat.
. . . . . .
"Why is there no one on the street? It's so deserted!"
"You don't have to look at how cold it is today. Most people still come out to hang out, so we are the only ones here to hang out."
"There is a tea shop here, should we go in and have a look?"
"Lanzhou does not produce tea, so the tea must have been shipped from other places. Not to mention it is expensive, and it may not be as good as the tea we usually drink."
The group of people were looking at everything around them as they walked, like curious babies.
The same is true for Li Hang. He really didn't know that Lanzhou would be like this during the Anti-Japanese War.
There are many halal-style buildings, and some of the pedestrians on the street are dressed in Hui or Tibetan attire.
But it was different from his previous guess.
At this time, Lanzhou's population was only a few hundred thousand, including the urban area and the rural areas outside. I'm afraid it doesn't matter whether the urban population was 50,000 or not, so the entire city was not as big as imagined.
Thanks to Soviet aid and the construction of the airport, Lanzhou has gained a lot of foreigners, which has invigorated the economy here.
"Li Hang, are you surprised? It's a little different from what you saw abroad." Lu Jichun looked at Li Hang with a smile.
Because Li Hang had always said that he was a descendant of overseas Chinese and had been to many countries. With his unique experiences, no one doubted him.
"It's a little different." Li Hang nodded.
"Here, I feel that the war is far away from us. Even during the daily training at the airport, I feel like I am back in school, without so many worries.
There were 47 people in our period, and less than one-third are still alive today. "After saying that, Lu Jichun looked at Li Hang.
"Squadron leader, why do you have to do this? Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. We all fight for the country. Even if we die in battle, we will die well." Li Hang didn't take it too seriously. He died early and died late. All are dead.
Even if he dies, he will leave a mark in history.
It's a pity that I don't have my own family in this time and space. Maybe I do, but they are all elders. It is very difficult to gain the recognition of my family.
Who wouldn’t want to enter a separate page in the county chronicle or genealogy?
"You are open-minded. However, you are very capable, so you have to be careful in the next battle. The Japanese army is very likely to target you. I don't know whether it is his good fortune or his misfortune that this little boy will be your wingman. Lu Jichun said and looked at Zhou Zhikai who was walking in front of the team.
"Squadron Commander, it's meaningless for you to say this. My goal is to destroy more than a hundred Japanese aircraft, and this is only 13.5. It's still very early."
"A hundred? You really dare to say that!" Lu Jichun couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard that, and then shook his head.
"What a hundred?"
When the people in front heard this, they immediately turned around curiously.
"Nothing. Li Hang said he wanted to destroy a hundred Japanese aircraft."
"One hundred? Isn't it realistic?" Some people think this number is outrageous.
"The deputy squadron commander currently has 13.5 aircraft. It is not impossible to destroy a hundred Japanese aircraft."
Some people doubt it, and some people support it.
No way, despite his young age, Li Hang joined midway, but his record has made him have many fans in the Air Force, especially those new pilots and students who are still in school.
"Since Chief Li has said that he will destroy a hundred Japanese aircraft, as a wingman pilot, can I destroy fifty?"
"Zhou Zhikai, if you continue to brag, be careful that you will blow your cover."
Perhaps in order to cooperate with it, not far away on the edge of the Yellow River, a cowhide that was being used to make a cowhide raft was blown up.
It’s really the cowhide that has been blown away.
"Zhikai, you really blew your mind!"
"Ha ha!"
This coincidence naturally became a laughing stock for everyone.
But seeing these young faces laughing and laughing there, Lu Jichun felt emotional and a little heavy.
