Sword of Death Camp

Yang Baiqian felt that the old man had a lot of stories, so he became curious.

"More than 60 years ago, was that during World War II?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, during World War II."

Yang Baiqian was thinking about the history she knew. Because of Chen Shanhe, she had inquired very carefully about what happened in Shanxi during World War II or the entire history of the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War.

The territory of Shanxi happens to be the basic base of the Eighth Route Army's activities, so she has checked various records and legends in Shanxi, and there are not many records, and there are signs of US military activities in Shanxi.

At that time, the United States and Japan were at war.

If he was not active there as a U.S. military, he might have been taken to Shanxi to mine as a prisoner of war.

But it's impossible, there is no record of such a thing.

However, since the old man is here and has opened up the conversation box, the best way is of course to ask.

"Old man, can you tell me why you were in Shanxi at that time?

Of course, if you don't want to recall, I won't force you either! "

Yang Baiqian worried that the other party was captured by the Japanese army and transported to Shanxi to dig coal. Although he thought it was impossible in his heart, there are no absolutes in the world, and everything is possible.

If he was really captured by the Japanese army and sent to Shanxi to dig coal, it would be a memory he would never want to think about for the rest of his life.

Because this old man can speak Mandarin and dialect with a Shanxi accent, Yang Baiqian subconsciously separated this old man from the reporters or the China aid flight team.

Because it is impossible for these people to learn Chinese, let alone Shanxi dialect.

It takes a long time to communicate with people in Mandarin and communicate with local people in dialect before you can learn it. It takes time to settle.

The China Aid Flying Team, or the reporters obviously don't have the time, and of course they may be doctors supporting the Eighth Route Army.

Of course, the old man didn't know how many thoughts flashed through Yang Baiqian's mind at this moment, but it was obvious that he didn't mean to be painful about that memory.

But nostalgia.

"Back then, I was a pilot of the U.S. Army, and I was ordered to go to the base of the Eighth Route Army with my colleagues as a flight instructor.

Just stay for three years!
Therefore, it is not surprising that I can speak Mandarin and even Shanxi dialect!
Isn't it? "

As soon as he said this, Yang Baiqian understood that he was going to train the air force for the Eighth Route Army.

The Eighth Route Army has an air force. Yang Baiqian knows that the Eighth Route Army does not have an air force so far.

But after Chen Shanhe went back this time, the result of whether the Eighth Route Army had an air force was obvious.

She can be sure that the Eighth Route Army definitely has an air force, and it is not weak.

Although it takes time.

"Ma'am, do you know that our salary was paid by the Eighth Route Army back then!
Not high, really not high!

The wages of American workers during the war were between $80 and $150, and the wages of pilots were between $200 and $350 per month.

But when we went to the Eighth Route Army as an instructor, we only got 200 yuan a month, which was very cheap!
That is, the salary of a worker in our country. You know, at that time, one dollar was worth two oceans.

200 oceans, converted into US dollars is only 100 US dollars!

But at that time, we needed the Eighth Route Army to help us contain the Japanese army. We were in a cooperative relationship. Even if we didn't give us money, we still needed to send people to help.

Therefore, the military department gave us $500 a month as a subsidy.

Of course, money or not, was actually not very important at the time.

Because, when I was training pilots in the flight school of the Second Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army, those days were the most exciting days in my life.

Still dare not forget.

It was also those three years in that school that let me know what a wonderful life is! "

Yang Bai was stunned.

The world is so small.

During World War II, it was the base of the Second Independent Regiment of the 386 Brigade of the Eighth Route Army.

Chen Shanhe's territory.

Chen Shanhe's flight school.

This old man is actually Chen Shanhe's flight instructor.

and so.

Is this a coincidence?
No one answered the question in her mind, but maybe Chen Shanhe could answer it himself.

Because he has already got off the plane and is walking this way.

The old man has stood up steadily, his body in his 90s, even though he is old, he is still tall.

Yang Baiqian greeted her, and she had to quickly explain the matter before Chen Shanhe came over.

because.

Now she can also see that something is wrong with the old man, whether it is his attitude towards himself or his attitude towards the trainer plane flying in the sky.

The reason why they returned from [-] to [-] is still clearly remembered, that is, the news leaked out and someone had thoughts about them.

This is a rather scary thing.

So I must remind you first, Chen Shanhe.

Chen Shanhe listened to Yang Baiqian's words in surprise, and looked at the old but still tall old man standing in front of the sofa waiting for him to pass by.

Chen Shanhe patted Yang Baiqian's hand lightly, and said with a smile: "It's okay!
Since it is an old friend, of course we have to say hello! "

Holding Yang Baiqian's hand, he stood in front of the old man, carefully sizing up his old face.

James Brown, a fighter pilot of the U.S. Army, they only met two or three times and drank twice. They have impressions, but they have no deep friendship.

The face of the old man still vaguely resembles that of James when he was young.Some eyebrows.

The old man was very excited, but no matter how excited he was, he would not say a word, but the tears in his eyes represented his mood, which was definitely not calm.

"James, you are old!"

Chen Shanhe smiled and stretched out his hand.

Trembling, the old man saluted Chen Shanhe before reaching out to hold Chen Shanhe's hand.

"Principal, more than 60 years have passed, and you are still so young!"

Chen Shanhe asked suspiciously: "Principal?"

The old man nodded seriously: "Yes, principal, Jinzhong Flying Academy, the principal is you, and I am one of the teachers.

I have had the honor of working with you for over three years and it is the best and most wonderful memory of my life! "

I couldn't stop crying: "Until today, I didn't understand the reason why you told me in 1945 that you asked me to acquire a production line of P40 Tomahawk fighters after the war, and keep it well maintained until you came to me again.

It turned out to be for today!
I thought that until the day I died, I would never know the answer to what you said back then. I also thought that I couldn't hold on until you came to me.

I didn't expect to see you again! "

Speaking of this, the old man seemed to heave a sigh of relief, relaxing his tense heartstrings, his usual face gradually flushed, and he sat down on the sofa, his breath suddenly weakened.

Chen Shanhe knew at a glance that it was broken.

Hurrying over, wanting to check, Yang Baiqian also yelled for the club to call a doctor.

The old man smiled and said, "Principal, forgive me for being presumptuous, but don't show off your medical skills from the 50s.

I am in the advanced stage of bone cancer. I was diagnosed eight months ago. The doctor said I only had 6 months to live, but I survived to 8 months.

I am over 90 years old, and the doctor said that I can no longer do any treatment. The strength to insist on me waiting is the words you left me.

You have never said that it doesn't count. If you say come to me, you will definitely come to me.

So I left this production line and looked at it as my fate. I thought the reunion between the two of us was a meeting between two old men.

I didn't expect it to look like this! "

His voice is getting smaller and smaller, and he has been able to persist until now. With the result, he can no longer persist when he is relieved.

"Don't rush to talk, save your strength, and wait for the doctor to come!

You must persist until the arrival of the doctor! "

Chen Shanhe wanted to stop him from continuing to speak, but the old man waved his hand.

"I know, I can't hold on anymore today, in fact, I'm over 90 years old, I'm very open!

In 1943, when I was shot down by the Japanese army, I parachuted and passed out as soon as I jumped out. The parachute bag was not opened. You actually jumped out of your fighter jet in the air and caught me.

Using a parachute, the two of us landed safely.

I know that if it wasn't for you, James Brown would be gone by that time.

Maybe it's broken into a puddle, or a burrito.

But definitely not James Brown, who is now in his 90s!

In Chinese, I am content, principal! "

Chen Shanhe didn't know that after he established the Aviation Academy, he had so many interactions and brotherhood with James, but that didn't stop him from reaching out to hold the weakened hand of the old man in front of him.

The old man had no strength to speak, and at this time Mr. Brown also hurried over.

Sweating profusely, and perhaps tears, he also knew that his father's bone cancer was terminal and should have died long ago.

If it weren't for that production line, my father might have passed away long ago, which made my father persist in pain until now.

but.

The production line that made my father suffer was finally sent out today.

He had been a little worried about what his father would do without this emotional production line?
Now he knows.

But it's too late.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Because bone cancer patients are really in pain, my father can't sleep because of the pain every day, so even if he has been exercising consistently for the past 90 years, he can't bear the torment of bone cancer in the late stage in the past few years.

So in his opinion, his father who is still persisting in the advanced stage of bone cancer may be a relief, at least he doesn't have to persist so painfully.

But very sad.

Because my father has gone, for a person who has been exposed to oriental literature since childhood.

He felt that his life had no purpose from now on.

Because my mother is long gone.

So, he ran over, not knowing whether it was sweat or tears on his face.

see him.

The first thing the old man asked him was: "Is the production line packed?"

Mr. Brown nodded, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

The sweat on his face kept flowing: "Yes, father, everything has been packed and boxed!

Can be checked! "

The old man nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, from today onwards you don't have to continue driving this flying club you didn't like.

In my safe, there is a piece of land purchased in your name, and that piece of land is in Alaska.

On that piece of land, there is a gold mine with very good reserves, which was instructed by one of my old principals to buy it.

I personally asked someone to check it, and it is indeed a gold mine with quite good reserves.

Before sending this production line out, you are not eligible to accept this gold mine, but now, you are eligible.

It's yours from today. "

Chen Shanhe's heart moved, the old principal wouldn't be talking about himself, would he?
Is this land bought by my name James Brown?

Mr. Brown burst into tears: "No, father, I actually like the flying club very much, not just because of your insistence.

Also for my love. "

The old man reached out and stroked his face: "Don't cry, don't be sad, I'm going to reunite with your mother."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Chen Shanhe with difficulty, Chen Shanhe didn't know what to think.

At this time, he didn't have such a deep relationship with the old man in front of him, maybe in a few years.

but.

Now there is really no ah!
But he still squatted down, so that the old man didn't have so much effort to look at him.

The old man didn't speak, just watched Chen Shanhe laboriously salute, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Mr. Brown cried bitterly, and Perseus Brown also ran over quickly.

Chen Shanhe was silent, he stood up after a long time, saluted the old man and stepped aside.

No one noticed him at this time, Yang Baiqian hugged his arm tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

For the old man's funeral, Chen Shanhe originally thought that he had no time to attend, because they would have to wait for many days to be buried here.

Chen Shanhe couldn't afford to wait.

But Yang Baiqian can help him here to attend the old man's funeral.

Because they have to wait too long for the funeral here, I heard it will take 7 days.

It can be regarded as a custom!

It seems to be the same in ancient and modern China and abroad, as long as you want to stick to a certain custom, you have to stop for several days.

In ancient times, this was to prevent people from being in a state of suspended animation, and being buried in a coffin and buried in the soil to suffocate to death after being resurrected.

I don't know if it is the custom of the United States or the oriental custom followed by the old man.

Chen Shanhe still learned to fly a fighter jet within two days, and also learned all the flight tactics and combat examples of this aircraft during World War II that the flight instructor knew.

then.

I just used the space to install all kinds of machines that have already been packed, shuttled back and forth several times, and only sent all the machines to that time and space after using up all the time travels saved.

But after all, he came to attend the old man's funeral for the last time.

Knowing his special status, the old man's son, Mr. Brown, expressed concern about his arrival.

He didn't know why the old man's sustenance for half his life would eventually fall into the hands of the young Asian in front of him.

but.

He knew that his father had kept his promise all his life just to wait for the young man in front of him.

Even his own father insisted on holding on for a few more months in a state of mortal death.

Just to wait for the young man in front of him.

and so.

After the funeral, he said something to the young Asian surnamed Chen in front of him.

"If you need my help in the future, you can tell me!"