my bright sword career

Chapter 481 The Plane Arrives
"Contacted?"

This news is like a ray of light dispelling the cloudy sky these days, and even the continuous rain these days seems to have become lovely.

Doolittle was also overjoyed, as long as they could contact the local government and army, they could return to the United States.

Richard was so happy that he grabbed the young man, "Dude...what did your government say, when will it send someone to pick us up?"

"This..." The young man looked helplessly at the anxious Richard. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but that he really couldn't understand English.

It was Doolittle who saw the clue and quickly stopped the excited Richard: "Hey...Richard, let him go first, he can't understand what you say?"

"Oh... sorry..." Richard let go of his hand quickly.

At this time, Zhu Lisan was able to step forward to inquire, and after a while he said to Doolittle and his party: "We have contacted the command of the third war zone, and the people in the command told us.

Because the reason here is too difficult to walk, and there are Japanese troops everywhere, they entrusted a local force in the World War II zone to send a plane to pick us up, but since there is no airport here, we need to open up a runway within a day for their planes to take off and land. "

"What... open up a runway, what are you kidding?"

Before Doolittle could speak, Richard and several other crew members exploded first.

"What do you think the runway is, the ridges in your country? Just a few people can dig it out with a hoe and shovel?"

"My god...isn't it a joke to want to build a runway without bulldozers, road rollers, and large machinery?"

"Hey...Mr. Zhu Lisan." Du Li held Zhu Lisan and said solemnly.

"I don't mean to offend, but if you want to test people like us, even if you add all the villagers here, it would be impossible to open a runway five to six hundred meters long and more than ten meters wide in this kind of weather. It is impossible to succeed without a few months of hard work.

And the most important thing is that there are all hills and mountains nearby, and there is no flat land suitable for opening a runway, you know? "

Seeing that Doolittle and his party were all blown up, Zhu Lisan spread his arms, "Sorry, that's what the headquarters said, but they also said that this runway doesn't need to be too long, it only needs to be 60 meters long. Five or six meters wide is fine."

"60 meters long? Five or six meters wide?" Doolittle frowned.

"What kind of plane can take off and land on such a short runway, isn't this a joke?" Richard said displeased.

Seeing the angry Yankees, although Zhu Lisan was a little puzzled, he still said patiently to everyone:

"I am following the order of the World War II Zone Command to tell you. As for whether you listen or not, that is your business. If you don't want to, then you can only follow us to walk more than 200 kilometers of mountain roads to Quzhou."

As soon as Zhu Lisan's words came out, Doolittle and his party all peeked at each other.

God knows how hard they have been walking for more than a month. This damn mountain road seems to never end. If the local guerrillas did not lead the way, they all thought they would stay here for the rest of their lives.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhu Lisan laughed: "Well, in order to return to the United States as soon as possible, everyone should work as soon as possible. Please remember that we only have one day. If you look at it when the plane arrives tomorrow morning If you don’t reach the runway, the pilot won’t wait for you!”

Well, in order to return to the United States as soon as possible, these Yankees chose to swallow their anger.

Except for the bombardier Fred, who was running a high fever, everyone including Doolittle followed hundreds of villagers and guerrillas and started digging the runway in the open space at the entrance of the village.

Doolittle swore that this was the most tiring job he had ever done in his life. From noon until the next morning, a 60-meter-long and [-]-meter-wide runway was finally completed.

What frustrates them the most is that since this runway is related to their lives, they dare not even have the idea of ​​cutting corners.

As pilots, they know better than anyone else that once a plane goes wrong during takeoff or landing, it often ends in a crash.

Fortunately, the rain that had been raining for several days had stopped at noon, otherwise they would have suffered even more.

After the work was done, the villagers dispersed one after another. These American pilots who had been busy all day and night all slumped on the ground.

Machine gunner Paul was the youngest, and he was lying on the wet lawn beside him this year.

He was squinting at the rising sun, and suddenly his stomach growled.

Paul not only wailed: "Now if anyone can give me a sandwich, a cup of hot milk and a pack of cigarettes, I am willing to exchange all my savings with him. I don't want to drink that kind of bitter and astringent multigrain porridge anymore. .”

"Hahaha……"

Paul's words elicited a burst of helpless laughter.

The navigator Henry joked: "Little Paul, if I remember correctly, all your savings are less than twenty dollars, are you sure you want to spend it all?"

Henry’s words drew even bigger laughter.

Doolittle patted his muddy hands: "Okay, everyone has been busy all day, let's go back to have breakfast now. And you, Paul, don't just lie on the lawn wantonly because you are young, you can do it like this He catches a cold easily, and don't forget that Fred's fever isn't gone yet."

"All right!"

Even though he was too tired to move a finger, Paul managed to stand up.

When the group was about to return to the village, there was a slight roar in the sky.

"It's the sound of the plane's engine!" Gao Luo shouted.

For these professionals, the sound of an airplane's engine is like the voice of a loved one, and they will never hear it wrong.

"Yes, it is indeed the sound of the engine of the plane, but this is the first time I have heard such an engine sound."

When it comes to the understanding of aircraft, Doolittle would say that he is the second, and no one here dares to call himself the first.

"It's the plane that picks us up!"

The Yankees who were exhausted all of a sudden became excited as if they had been pumped with chicken blood.

Doolittle suddenly heard something, and shouted loudly again: "Quick...Richard hasten to get the flare ready! Paul, go and light the ready fire immediately!"

After a while, two small black dots began to appear in everyone's sight, and began to circle around the area.

"Bang bang..."

Soon, two green flares flew into the sky.

As the signal flare lifted off, two small and exquisite planes flew in the direction guided by the signal flare. When they lowered their altitude, they saw several piles of eye-catching black smoke rising from the ground.

Then the plane lowered its head and began to plunge towards the ground...

(End of this chapter)