my bright sword career

Chapter 494 Still B-25
"My God, the little devil was blown up too badly." Tang Dali picked up a crooked handle that had been twisted into twists on the ground, looked at his mouth and marveled.

But after being amazed, I became indescribably envious: "Battalion Commander, you said that it would be great if our Eighth Route Army had this thing. If we encounter any fortress that we can't take down, we can throw one down. There is no fortress that cannot be broken." what."

"Do you think this is great?"

Wang Chunsheng sneered at first, then said in a low voice.

"I heard that the Liantai militia also has a five-ton super-heavy aerial bomb. It is difficult to leave a living within a radius of one kilometer. However, this bomb is too heavy, and there is no aircraft that can carry it. Move it, maybe one day we can see the power of its explosion."

Speaking of this, Wang Chunsheng shook his head lightly, as if he wanted to get rid of that terrible scene from his mind: "Okay, let the brothers follow up, take advantage of this rare opportunity to fight back against the little devil, or wait until our The plane is gone and we have to be grandchildren honestly."

Just when Wang Chunsheng was looking forward to more air cover.

No. [-] Airport in the southern suburb of Liantai County
This airport has the largest scale, the longest runway and the most numerous airports among the airports under the Liantai Flight Corps.

This is not to say that the largest planes are parked here, but that most of the airports are bombers, so this is also the base camp of bomber pilots.

At this time, Doolittle and his party had already put on the same black "Hartman jacket" as the pilots of the Taiwan Air Corps. They all had the logo of a spreading eagle pinned to their chests, and the blue sky and white sun emblem was inlaid on the flight cap.

Except for the iconic blond hair and blue eyes, they look no different from the pilots of the Liantai Flying Corps, but now these people are looking at the neat rows of B-25 bombers in front of them, dumbfounded.

"Lieutenant Colonel, these people are thieves, they stole the plane of the United States of America!" The young Paul was the first to lose his composure and shouted first.

Richard, who was Doolittle's deputy, had a frowning expression and did not speak. He just looked at Huang Huaimin, the captain of the company's flight team who led them here.

"Lieutenant Colonel Huang, aren't you going to give us an explanation?" Doolittle, who was the commander of these Yankees, spoke.

"What's there to say."

Huang Huaimin had long been prepared for the reaction of the American pilots, and he chuckled lightly: "Lieutenant Colonel Doolittle, please remember one thing.

You are no longer soldiers of the United States of America, you are now serving the Liantai militia.As for where these planes come from, that's not something you should consider, understand? "

"I……"

Richard wanted to say something, but was stopped by Dolittle.

"Okay, I admit that I was a little impulsive." Dolittle was worthy of being an excellent commander, and quickly calmed down from the shock.

"It's good that you can understand." Huang Huaimin nodded secretly as he looked at Dolittle who quickly calmed down. No wonder his boss valued him so much. Just this city is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Gentlemen, your appointments are here!"

"Shh!"

Accompanied by Huang Huaimin's voice, everyone including Doolittle puffed up their chests reflexively, crossed their hands on their backs, bumped their heels and stood at attention.

"Because of your particularities, the command decided to organize you into a B-25 bomber squadron with two squadrons dedicated to carrying out ground bombing missions. Do you have any questions about this?"

Doolittle raised his hand: "Sir...asking for questions."

"Questions allowed!"

"Sir, as far as I know, the number of aircraft in a bombing squadron is 12. Although we now have 56 people, we need at least 25 people to make up two B-120 bomber squadrons. What should we do with the shortage of personnel? "

Huang Huaimin smiled slightly: "Lieutenant Colonel Doolittle's question is very good, but we have already thought about it for you.

As far as I know, there are quite a few of you who are qualified to fly bombers independently, and the rest can serve as co-pilots, navigators, etc., so we will recruit people from the students who have just graduated from the Rentai Flight School and the army to supplement you.

Not only that, I can guarantee that there will be more and no fewer people to replenish you, so there is no need to worry about the problem you mentioned. "

These Americans are not idiots, they immediately understood what Huang Huaimin said, they had feelings for Gao Hongming and they wanted them to train flying talents for the Taiwan-based Flying Corps.

Huang Huaimin didn't expect to be able to fool these Yankees, after all, no one is a fool.

After a slight smile, he said: "Our senior officer said that these students will not let you train in vain. He will pay each person an extra salary of two hundred dollars per month for this."

"Oh... so there is still money to take, so there is no problem."

The green dollar bill is an all-purpose lubricant that can solve almost all the troubles in the world.

Seeing the silence of the Yankees, Huang Huaimin knew that they had acquiesced to this matter.

So he pointed to the back, "See, these people will be your future partners and apprentices. In the days to come, I only hope that you will strictly demand them, and let them live as long as possible in the cruel war in the future." Come down, I would like to thank you on behalf of everyone in the Taiwan Air Corps!"

After finishing speaking, Huang Huaimin saluted them solemnly.

Half an hour later, Paul, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, looked at the three new machine gunners who were scurrying around in the plane and said in despair.

"God, are we going to take such a group of rookies into the air for a mission?"

Yes, you read that right, these three people are the apprentices that Paul will lead.

Under normal circumstances, a B-25 needs to be equipped with a captain, a co-pilot, a navigator, a bombardier and a machine gunner.

But now Huang Huaimin equipped each plane with three times the number of people, that is, 15 people, so many people packed the huge cabin to the brim.

Faced with these students who speak half-baked English and are full of thirst for knowledge, these Yankees feel helpless. They should have thought that this money is not easy to earn.

On another B-25 plane, Doolittle, who had checked the condition of the plane, had a look of disbelief, and he picked up the communicator.

"Guys, did you see that the B-25 they gave us was a little bit different than the one we used to fly, obviously they made a lot of changes to this aircraft, in my opinion this improved Our original drive should be more reasonable.

Damn, they have a 75mm cannon in the nose, that's crazy..."

"Yes, I saw it, but I like it very much!" Henry's laughter came from the microphone.

(End of this chapter)