My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 372 Chennault's Kindness
At the same time, several new fighter planes of the Allied Logistics Support Department located in the Kunming Camp quietly parked on the runway of the airport

"Jesus! This is the first time I have seen such a wing."

"This is F4U. I heard it's a new carrier-based aircraft from the Navy. Why are you flying here now?"

"I don't know..."

A total of 6 F4U pirates have been here since the morning, and their unique shape has attracted the attention of a large number of ground crew and pilots.It seems that they flew over the hump line from India, and the crew members who flew the fighter planes were negotiating with the high-level air force.

"What is this? You mean these planes will be sent to Nankan? By the way, who are you guys?"

Inside the tent, Smith looked bewildered, and asked the stranger in front of him holding a document with the Allied Army logo in his hand.

"Yes, Colonel, our mission is to go to the station of the Third Honorary Division of Huaxia to assist the unit in fighting against Japan. As for our identity documents, it should be clearly written, so I don't need to describe it further."

The leader was a middle-aged man with pale blond hair and a bushy beard. His expression was very aggressive. He was wearing the combat flight uniform of the Allied Air Forces, but the badges on the shoulders and chest were nowhere to be seen. Pass.

There are five younger pilots behind him. What is surprising is their race, two whites, three Asians, and one of them is a woman.

Smith looked at this group of guys in surprise. The documents showed that this group belonged to the Allied Southeast Asia Theater Aviation Volunteer Team. It seemed that it was an organization that was formed not long ago. It did not belong to the Indian system or the China Theater.

Moreover, their nationalities are varied. The bearded man is actually from the Soviet Union, and the others are from Australia, Malaysia and other places. This aviation task force seems to be similar to the establishment of the Flying Tigers in the past, and it is a semi-employed situation.

The most important thing is that this document was authorized by the Southeast Asia Theater Command, and it was signed by the commander-in-chief of the theater, General Mountbatten himself. This surprised Smith. When will he, Liao Mingyu, tie up this big Buddha?
"Gentlemen! Can anyone tell me what is going on here?"

At this time, a middle-aged officer wearing the uniform of an American general barged in from outside the door. Before he arrived, a loud voice came first: "Smith, give me an explanation, where did this group of people come from?" ?”

Smith rubbed his browbones, he knew who was coming without looking back, coughed helplessly and said: "Hey, general, they are the aviation volunteer team in the Southeast Asia Theater, and they should come here this time to support the battle in northern Burma. This is the combat briefing and order document."

The person who came was Chennault, the commander of the US Air Force in China. The airport was full of people early in the morning. Although there were not many 6 F4U fighter jets that arrived at Kunming Airport, they caused quite a stir. attention.

He took the file suspiciously, not forgetting to question Smith with his eyes.The latter shrugged and said that I don't know much, so you should see for yourself.

"Southeast Asia Air Volunteer Team? Was this formed by Stilwell? No, no...impossible, that bastard who only knows about cannons and submachine guns doesn't even understand tanks, how could he value air power."

Chennault muttered to himself, and his words were full of contempt for the deputy commander in chief of the Indian theater.

Smith was stunned in embarrassment. Everyone in the circle knew that the discord between the former and Stilwell had become an indisputable fact. The two publicly and unabashedly revealed their dislike of each other on many occasions.

The free-spirited Chennault didn't care at all, pinched the document and asked the bearded man: "What's your name? Who is your commander?"

"General, my name is Andre Oleg. As for our commander...I'm sorry I can't tell you because of the confidentiality agreement. I can only say that we are responsible for General Mountbatten."

Andre straightened his posture slightly, and spoke in English with a strong tongue-rolling "vodka" flavor.

"What? Louis Mountbatten? Didn't this British guy come here to coordinate? When did you start working on the affairs of the combat troops?"

Facing Chennault's ridicule, Andre just smiled and stopped talking, because he has no obligation to say anything more to the other party.

Chennault didn't mind the rejection, and turned to look at Smith: "So they're going to Nankan next?"

Smith nodded, took out the cigar box from the drawer, struck a match and skillfully roasted two cigars and handed them over: "It seems to be the case, but I don't know much more than you."

"You have so many good things here."

Chennault has always been a smoker, so of course he would not refuse this kindness. He sighed with Smith at the same time: "That young commander is very popular, the Western Yunnan Command and the one in Chongqing are very fond of him. Jia, and you, an old guy, too, have you given a lot of things in private? Even I am a little envious of him."

Smith, who was poked in the chest, smiled awkwardly, and changed the topic without any trace: "Hehe...I said earlier that the young man is not ordinary, you have to compete with him, why bother? After all, this is the territory of the Chinese people, we just came here work."

"It's not a rivalry, forget it...but I'm a little interested in him now. It's not easy to even get the most advanced fighter plane from Vought."

Chennault took a deep puff on his cigar and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart. His sharp eyes were full of deep meaning, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time... He pondered for a long time and said again: "Well, doesn't he need a group of ground crews? Don't use the name of the Allied Forces to drag people around. I will arrange a group of ground crews and technicians here, and you will send them off together later. Let's go."

"Huh? Are you sure?" Smith looked at him in surprise, not understanding why the other party's attitude would usher in a 180-degree change.

"Of course, when did my words not count?"

"The flight formation that stayed in Nankan...?" Smith asked quietly, with creases all over his smiling face.

"Is he your illegitimate son? You crafty old fellow..."

Chennault teased, and turned to look at the beautiful fighter planes out of the window, with thousands of thoughts in his heart.

"Just let the crew stay in Nankan. It doesn't matter if I give the order or not, but... I'd be more than happy to provide them with some necessary ammunition supplies."

It is often said that those who know the current affairs are heroes. Chennault, who has lived in China for a long time, doesn't understand this truth. How can it be easy for someone who can get a relationship with the top of the Allied Forces?
The most important thing is that this troublemaker is deeply loved by the senior management of Huaxia. It must be said that he is really capable in combat command, and he will make a big deal from time to time, and no one can do anything about him.

Even myself, the commander of the Air Task Force in China, only has some old-fashioned P40s under his command. He has requested countless reports for new fighters, but it has no effect. After all, Southeast Asia is only a secondary battlefield, and domestic attention is limited. It's scary that he can actually get F4U.

That is the latest fighter that only served in the navy last year. Its combat performance is perfect, and it is basically only active in the Pacific battlefield. There is not even one in Europe where the war is in full swing.

Maybe...maybe I can get some fighters of this type through him, and the fighters of my own aviation team have to be updated.

Chennault may be able to detain these six F4Us with his own connections, but let alone what consequences it will cause, it is tantamount to killing the chicken and picking the egg from the obvious.

In fact, the unhappiness with the Third Division some time ago was also caused by the misunderstanding of the former by other senior officers of the aviation team and their own arrogant attitude.

Chennault himself had no hostile attitude. On the contrary, he was full of curiosity about this unruly and mysterious Chinese military officer. I heard that he was only in his early 30s, and he was simply the Patton of the East.

After thinking about it, I still feel that it is best to maintain a friendly relationship with him. Sending this simple kindness is only the first step. Maybe I will have more contact with that young general in the near future.

"Let's leave it at that, Smith. Since he wants to build a new aviation team, we can definitely provide some help. You can arrange the specific affairs yourself. Anyway, you, the logistics minister, often do things to pocket your own money."

Chennault joked with a smile, and did not forget to throw a look that everyone knew.

"Bullshit! Don't talk nonsense!" Old Smith retorted immediately, blushing.

The former shrugged and didn't say much. He turned to look at Andre and the others, and said with a smile, "Do well, lads. I hope you can show your majesty in the sky above Myanmar..."

……

Bhamo, located in the south of Myitkyina, is a small town standing on the China-India Highway.

The urban area is small, five kilometers long from north to south, and three kilometers wide from east to west. There are many lakes and swamps in the area, forming a turtle-shaped highland, but the terrain is hills and swamps, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

As one of the important towns in the southern gateway of Myitkyina, both the British army at that time and Japan now attach great importance to the defense system here.

As early as a year ago, the Japanese army began to build defensive positions here after initially occupying Bhamo, and built it into a terrible fortified city.

In addition to the fortifications built around the mountains and along the river, there is also a military airport built by the British before, and now there are many Japanese Falcon fighters parked.

And there is also fate here. When Liao Mingyu led the Sichuan Army into Burma for the first time to fight, he was led here by the latter, and this airport was the place where they defended the British for a day and a night. .

For an unimportant identity issue, the arrogant British guy drove away Liao Mingyu and the others in a disguised form, completely unaware of the dangerous situation he was in.

Then the Japanese army easily occupied here, and the British army cooperated very well. They raised their hands and surrendered with beating gongs and drums. They thought they would be protected by the Geneva Convention. It's the right of final interpretation, and I don't know if that idiot is still alive.

(End of this chapter)