my bright sword career

Chapter 480 Contact
Looking at Huang Baitao with a sluggish face, Gao Hongming also felt helpless.

We Chinese people have been influenced by Confucianism after castration for thousands of years, and we have always been strict at home and tolerant of others.

When a telegram came from the Americans, the entire Chongqing government was extremely busy, dispatching troops and generals, and even sent Qiu Feng to him.

But no one has ever thought of asking the US government for money.

Are these people not smart?

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In China, who can be an official doesn't have nine eyes?
But why has no one thought about asking Americans for money?

To put it bluntly, decadent thinking is still at work, but when it comes to issues involving foreigners, the first thing everyone thinks of is not how to make a profit, but how to satisfy foreigners.

Of course, it will be different if the rescue target becomes one of your own. It's no wonder those officials don't peel off your three layers of skin.

He had to explain patiently: "Chief of Staff Huang, don't worry that the Americans won't pay you.

Think about it, they did something wrong in the first place.

Without notifying us, they flew combat aircraft into our territory and landed without authorization. For this reason, the Japanese even launched the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Battle against us, causing huge losses to our military and civilians.

Now let us take chestnuts out of the fire for them, is it difficult to give us some compensation? "

"This... this..."

Gao Hongming talked carefully and clearly, but Huang Baitao always felt that something was wrong.

Seeing Huang Baitao with a hesitant expression on his face, Gao Hongming fired up again, "You see if this works, you should immediately report the information to Chief Gu and report the information truthfully.

And proposed to ask the U.S. government to pay 500 million U.S. dollars for the operation. I only need four cities, and the rest belongs to you. What do you think? "

Dude, this has increased the price!
Huang Baitao thought about it again and again, and felt that what Gao Hongming said was not unreasonable.

Besides, this guy put on a posture of not working without paying, he really has nothing to do.

He finally nodded: "Okay, I'll report to Chief Gu right away."

Don't think that it is just a proverb that money can make ghosts turn mills. In fact, this sentence is out of date in any era.

In just two hours, the Chongqing government contacted the US ambassador to China, Gao Si, and told him Gao Hongming's request.

Early the next morning, a DC-5 airliner painted with the emblem of the US government quietly landed at the No. 40 military airport in Liantai County under the escort of four P-[-] Tomahawk fighter jets.

Two officers in U.S. Air Force uniforms carrying heavy suitcases climbed into the Willys jeep that greeted him and drove off.

In a small mountain village in West Tianmu Mountain, hundreds of kilometers away from Quzhou.

Doolittle, with fluffy hair and unshaven beard, was standing by the threshold of a simple thatched hut, looking at the drizzle still floating in the sky with a trace of sadness on his face.

Unlike in history, in this time and space, Japan attaches great importance to Doolittle and other pilots.

The Japanese base camp not only launched the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Battle for this, but also conducted a large-scale search across the entire territory of Zhejiang.

Although Doolittle's No. [-] plane encountered some troubles during the parachute jump, it was generally smooth. Except for the bombardier Sergeant Fred, who sprained his foot during the parachute, everyone else was fine, and they were rescued in time. Get help from nearby villagers.

But their luck seemed to run out after the parachute jump, although the villagers informed the nearby guerrillas that night and reported to the local government, and the guerrillas then sent escorts to Quzhou.

From the map, West Tianmu Mountain is less than [-] kilometers away from Quzhou. If it is a later generation, it will only take three hours to drive there.

But now, it is extremely difficult to go to Quzhou under the blockade and search of the Japanese army.

More than a month has passed, but they only walked less than a hundred kilometers. With the approach of the Japanese search team, they were trapped in a place called Xizigou.

Seeing that there is no way forward and no way back, coupled with worrying about the safety of other team members, Doolittle's anxiety can be imagined.

"Lieutenant Colonel."

A voice sounded behind him, and Doolittle turned around to find that it was the co-pilot, Lieutenant Richard Cole.

Dolittle suppressed the anxiety in his heart, forced a smile and asked, "Richard, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I can't sleep." Richard walked over slowly, looked at Doolittle who had lost more than ten pounds in more than a month, and comforted him: "Lieutenant Colonel, don't worry too much, those boys will be fine."

"Richard, you don't need to comfort me." Doolittle patted him on the shoulder.

"The environment here is really bad, there is not even a decent road, we just got the help of the villagers because of luck, but others may not have such good luck.

I was thinking just now, if we return to America after being saved this time, how should I write to the mothers of those lads?
Shall I tell them that I took eighty of the best lads from this operation and only five of us came back?Is your son left in a foreign country forever without even finding his body? "

Having said this, Doolittle's voice became a little choked up.

"Hey……"

Richard suddenly patted Doolittle on the shoulder forcefully, and raised his voice, "Lieutenant Colonel, you should know that everyone in this operation is voluntary.

All of us are ready to lose our lives. You don't need to blame yourself for this. This is war, you understand? "

In the end, Richard almost yelled out, and his voice alarmed the others, and soon more than a dozen people came out from inside, including the guerrillas who escorted them along the way, and the rest of the No. [-] crew.

The navigator Henry came out first, and he asked nervously, "Lieutenant, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Richard quickly smiled, "By the way, Henry, how is Fred?"

"The situation is not very good." Henry shook his head solemnly.

"Henry's leg is fine. The most important thing is that his high fever has not subsided, and we don't have any medicine in hand. If Fred is allowed to continue to burn, there will be big problems."

"Damn it!" Richard kicked angrily on the side door frame, but then he grinned in pain.

Doolittle looked back, walked up to a middle-aged man wearing glasses and an obviously worn-out Chinese tunic suit and asked, "Mr. Zhu Lisan, is there any news from the contact person you sent? "

Zhu Lisan shook his head. Just as he was about to answer, he heard a rush of footsteps outside, and a young man ran over with a dilapidated old sleeve in his hand. He shouted excitedly while running.

"Captain...Mr. Zhu, there is news, we have contacted Quzhou!"

(End of this chapter)