my bright sword career

Luo Zhuoying looked at Gao Hongming, who was talking casually, with a strange look on his face while being surprised.

Is your borrowing from him a serious one?

Or do you plan to learn from Liu Bei and borrow Jingzhou?

And are you sure the Americans and British will agree to your request?

He couldn't help but said, "Brother Gao, the Eighteenth Group Army of the British is still in Burma. They also need these autumn clothes. How can they give them to us?"

"Don't let it go?" Gao Hongming's mouth showed a sinister smile, "That's up to them!"
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Yangon Airport
The largest airport in Myanmar is like a lively market at the moment, full of busy people.

Some of these people were wearing khaki national army uniforms, some were Morikawa iron gray lotus militia infantry uniforms, and some big-nosed American soldiers were wearing tea green American military uniforms.

Accompanied by the continuous take-off and landing of C-47 transport planes, from time to time, a row of military trucks roared from the runway towards the transport plane, and there were seven or eight civilian men responsible for loading and unloading goods standing on each truck.

In addition to transport aircraft, the airport apron is also full of F8F Panda fighter jets, F6F Hellcat fighter jets, Stuka dive bombers, and B-25 medium bombers.

There is a large grass-green military tent near the airport, and the pilots in the tent are hurrying to rest.

A gust of cold wind blew by, causing people in the tent to shout and curse.

"Damn it, I'm still letting people live. I was heated up like a dog before, but now there's a cold wind blowing. What the hell is this?"

There were complaints from the tent.

At this time, one of the pilots inside was lying on a camp bed under a blanket, with a Schmeisser submachine gun leaning against the bed.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Liantai Flying Militia, the pilots still followed the trend and each wore a pistol. As for which model it is, it depends on personal preference.

But with the passage of time and more experience of being shot down by enemy planes and successfully escaping by parachuting, the pilots felt that it was difficult to guarantee their own safety with only a small pistol.

After all, no one knows whether he landed on the enemy's territory or in a wilderness with few people after he was shot down and parachuted.

If you encounter that situation, if you have a submachine gun full of bullets on your body, it will be a great guarantee for the safety of the pilot.

Because of this, the MP40 submachine gun, which has a short structure, low recoil, and good power, has become the pilot's first choice.

When the pilots complained about the sudden drop in the weather in the tent, on the runway of the airport, the ground crew, like worker ants, checked the plane on the runway covered with perforated steel plates.

Some are replenishing coolant for the engine, and some are checking aircraft controls and replenishing ammunition.

Compared with the pilots, the ground crews undoubtedly worked harder. The green T-shirt was soaked in sweat, then dried by the body temperature, and then soaked again, leaving light-colored salt marks on the gray T-shirt.

On the other runway, several blond and blue-eyed foreign pilots looked enviously at the plane belonging to the Liantai militia.

"Why do we drive this old-fashioned second-rate car, but those Chinese people can drive the latest panda? It's too unfair."

"It's just that our P40 is a piece of shit compared to their planes."

"You should talk to our Brigadier General Claire about this." Another pilot joked:

"But don't forget, you are paid a high salary of 600 US dollars a month, and you can get a 500 US dollar reward for shooting down a Japanese monkey plane.

But the monthly salary of those Chinese pilots is only a pitiful 10 dollars, and the bonus for shooting down enemy planes is only tens of dollars. If you are willing to join them, I believe their commanders will not refuse your request. "

The words of the pilot next to him shut up all the complaining pilots.

What a joke, they came to China to earn money. If they really went to the Taiwan Flying Militia, they might as well die with that dry salary of $10 a month.

With the arrival of the Liantai Flying Corps and the Flying Tigers, the originally deserted Yangon Airport instantly became lively.

Not only that, in order to relieve the pressure on Yangon Airport, the expeditionary force mobilized tens of thousands of workers, not only expanded Yangon Airport several times, but also built several new field airports around Sunshine to prevent various emergencies.

It was also the arrival of this powerful air force that stabilized the situation of the expeditionary force that was on the verge of collapse, and even launched a counterattack against the Japanese army.

The young second lieutenant pilot Xie Wenjie walked out of the tent. He looked up at the still gloomy sky, feeling more and more uneasy.

"What's the matter, are you nervous?" Lu Dayou, who was walking next to him and wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel, patted him on the shoulder and asked.

"No." Xie Wenjie took a deep breath and shook his head.

"That's good." Lu Dayou joked, "I've heard that when you were in the flight school, your grades were top-notch, and you were praised by the instructor several times.

If you encounter a devil's plane on the way to patrol later, you have to cover me. "

While joking, Lu Dayou strapped the foldable MP40 submachine gun to his left thigh, while Xie Wenjie at the side imitated the same action.

Of course Xie Wenjie knew why Lu Dayou said that.

His identity in the Liantai Flying Corps is actually an open secret, although he is only the only son of a wealthy family in Liantai County.

It stands to reason that such an identity is nothing, and today's Liantai militia can be described as a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Over the years, as the Liantai militia continued to grow and its reputation continued to ferment, more and more aspiring young people and wealthy families were willing to send their children in.

After all, who wouldn't want to join a team that always wins? Against this background, Xie Wenjie's status can only be considered ordinary.

But who let people have a good sister named Xie Wenqian?

Although Gao Hongming asked himself that he wasn't some kind of Voldemort, who doesn't have many relatives in this world?
Xie Wenqian has been married to him for more than two years and has never made any demands on him. Moreover, she is also in charge of the medical system of the Liantai militia, and has made a lot of contributions to the growth of the Liantai militia.

Now my brother-in-law is working as a pilot under his own hands. As a brother-in-law, if he didn't take care of him inappropriately, he would feel sorry for himself.

However, it was precisely because of this that Xie Wenjie had the opportunity to be a wingman of Lu Dayou, the deputy captain of the flight brigade.

Ten minutes later, more than 20 Hellcats on the airport took off first, and then the ugly Stuka dive bombers also began to take off one after another.

Looking at one of the planes soaring into the sky, the ground crew on the ground couldn't help but pray for them in their hearts.