my bright sword career

Chapter 380 Harry Arrives
On the tarmac of Xi'an suburban airport

Today, the security here is extremely strict. Hundreds of soldiers of the national army with guns and live ammunition will protect the surrounding area tightly. He Yingqin, Sun Lianzhong, Pang Bingxun, Li Tielong and other generals stand on the grass on the tarmac and look towards the southwest from time to time. .

Time passed little by little, and the sun began to become hotter. Pang Bingxun, who was relatively obese, was prone to sweating, and because he was getting older, he often had to take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

After a while, he couldn't help complaining: "Mr. He, it's just a few Yankees. Do we need to wait for them all here? Even if Generalissimo Jiang comes, this battle will be nothing more than that?"

Before He Yingqin could answer, Sun Lianzhong smiled and said, "Brother Gengchen, you can't say that. It was Chongqing's intention to welcome those Americans, and it was also the chairman's instruction. As soldiers, of course we must obey orders. dont you agree?"

Pang Bingxun picked up the wet handkerchief and wiped his forehead dissatisfied: "Brother Fanglu, it's okay for you to be young, but I am so old, I really can't compare with you."

As a person born in the fifth year of Guangxu, 62-year-old Pang Bingxun was the oldest person present, so there is nothing wrong with complaining.

Sun Lianzhong looked at Pang Bingxun's fat body and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Brother Gengchen, I think you should also lose weight. If this continues, I'm worried whether you can still lead the army to the battlefield."

Faced with Sun Lianzhong's teasing, Pang Bingxun didn't care: "It can't be better, anyway, I don't want to be an official. As long as the chairman approves, I will take off this military uniform and go home to retire."

Hearing Pang Bingxun's complaints, many people rolled their eyes secretly, but you said it lightly, if you quit the job, the tens of thousands of soldiers under you will still be in trouble.

In fact, in order to win over Pang Bingxun, and also to prevent him from being picked, Chongqing just issued a letter of appointment for him a few days ago, and promoted him to the commander of the 24th Army. Form the Fifth Army.

"Sirs, here we come..."

While everyone was talking, a sharp-eyed person pointed to the sky and shouted. Everyone could see several black spots in the sky in the distance. After a while, the shadows of several planes began to appear in front of everyone's eyes.

After the plane flew over the airport, everyone could see the appearance of the plane clearly. It was a modified C47 airliner with the Stars and Stripes painted on it. Around this plane were four P40 Tomahawk fighter jets painted with the blue sky and white sun badge.

Since Gao Hongming sold 50 P40 fighter jets to the national government, these P40 fighter jets have become the absolute main force of the air force. Their daily task is to guard Chongqing, and they will not leave easily.

It can be seen that the Chongqing government attaches great importance to the members of the C47 aircraft, otherwise it would not have sent four P40 fighters to escort them in one go.

In the passenger plane converted from a C47 transport plane, Harry Hopkins, Roosevelt's chief aide, sat in the window seat and watched the accompanying P40 fighter plane with a complicated expression on his face.

And Colonel McLaren, the newly appointed American ambassador to China who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but feel this tone in his heart.

"Professor Harry, these Chinese people openly imitated the fighter planes of the United States of America without the authorization of the US government. This behavior is really bad. We should strongly condemn and punish this behavior."

"How do you want to punish?" Harry glanced at McLaren lightly.

McLaren said without hesitation: "Stop aiding materials to China, and warn the national government, let them hand over that nasty guy, and truthfully explain where these fighter planes are obtained from?"

"Ambassador Goth...what do you think?" Harry ignored McLaren, but said to Clarence Edward Goth, the new U.S. ambassador to China, who was sitting on the other side.

Gao Si was wearing a black suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. No matter what he said or did, he was always slow. He slowly glanced at Lawrence and shook his head: "In my opinion, this is a very stupid approach."

"Stupid?" McLaren was upset when he heard it. This is the character of Americans. Once they feel upset, they dare to argue a few words even in front of their superiors.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that the nose of the plane began to lower, and the passenger plane had already entered the landing phase.

When the passenger plane stopped on the runway, the cabin door opened, and Harry and his party came out of the cabin, and saw He Yingqin and other generals waiting below. After introducing each other, He Yingqin said with a smile: "Professor Harry, Gao Si Ambassador, it is an honor for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the First War Zone to visit the First War Zone, and the few of you have worked hard all the way, so please get in the car and go to the headquarters to rest."

Harry and Gao Si looked at each other, nodded, and walked towards the car parked not far away.

"Buzzing..."

Just when the three of them took two steps, there was a roar in the sky. The three of them looked up and found a large black spot in the southeast sky. Not long after, a large black plane appeared over the airport .

Seeing this, a group of people who were planning to get in the car stopped.

A few minutes later, accompanied by a strong roar, the wheels of the first C47 transport plane began to touch the runway, emitting a puff of green smoke, followed by the second...the third...

Seeing the dozens of transport planes and P47 Thunder fighters landing one after another, Harry and the others looked extremely ugly.

Although they already know that there are a large number of American planes appearing on the battlefield in China, and they escorted four American-made P40s when they came, but the big and large-scale appearance like now is quite a face-slap for them, and they have changed their personalities. Those who are in a hurry probably have to jump up and turn their faces on the spot.

"General He!"

Harry pointed to the C47 transport plane that had just stopped, and asked with a gloomy expression: "If I'm not wrong, these should be our American transport planes and fighter jets, right? And I don't remember our government selling or donating these to your country. Fighter, can you tell me what's going on?"

Rao He Yingqin has been up and down around the sea for decades, and at this moment, his face is not close to the old blushing, and he can't help but secretly scold the Liantai Flying Brigade, whether you are coming late or not, and you are coming now, isn't this embarrassing me?

However, as an official at his level, the adaptability is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people. After a haha, he said helplessly: "Professor Harry, you know the situation in our country. At present, China is in the middle of a melee, and there are so many armed forces everywhere. Although we are a government army, not all the troops are under our control. '

(End of this chapter)