Because the Yunnan-Burma Highway had not been cut off by the Japanese army at this time, the plane did not have to fly over the once extremely difficult hump route.

In addition, the range of the three C-47s responsible for transporting equipment and personnel is really not that far. The three transport planes do not have to pass through Kuncheng Airport and fly directly to Myanmar. After refueling, they will fly to the eastern part of A Sanguo.

It was much smoother to receive fighter jets and 40mm anti-aircraft guns that had arrived by sea at the small airport of A Sanguo.

This time, no one was making things difficult for Chinese pilots because they looked down on the Chinese pilots. Tang Dao found out after asking that it was not just that General Stilwell, who was with him, would take a special plane from here to the Philippines to exercise his position as Chief of Staff of the Far East Command, but that the American Chinese company offered almost sky-high transportation fees in order to successfully transport this batch of equipment.

The three C-47 transport aircraft that were responsible for transporting 40mm anti-aircraft guns from the air corridors had a daily rent of up to $3,000 per aircraft, each pilot was subsidized by $200 per day, and the ground crews were $100 per day.

That also means that the three C-47 aircraft and crew stayed in China for a month and provided the US Navy with a fund of up to 270,000 US dollars, and each of the pilots could earn thousands of US dollars when they went on this field trip.

You should know that in the United States at that time, a recruit's basic salary was only $50, and with other subsidies, it was only $100. The salary of a lieutenant-level pilot like Scott would never exceed $300.

If you only have a week out of the field, you can earn half a year's salary. That Chinese company is definitely the God of Wealth!

In any era, some people may be disdainful of money, but they are more eager for money, especially when the money is too much, they will be filled with golden light that is emitting.

And this is just openly. I don’t know how much I gave to the top naval executives responsible for transportation. The arrogant Americans were also smashed by money to lower their heads.

Not only did he deliver all 100 fighter jets to China, but he even expressed his hope to conduct adaptive training for fighter jets at the airport, requiring instructors and sufficient aviation fuel, and the MSRP also readily agreed.

Of course, there is also the role of Lieutenant Scott who came with the team. The Chinese pilots took 6 to 4 aircraft over Yiling and quickly killed 3 Japanese aircraft. Their flight skills and tactical execution were amazing.

It's really not that the Japanese are not seeking a journey. The speed of the Japanese planes in the air and the turning radius that made Lieutenant Scott panic had already made Lieutenant Scott realize that even if he was in the sky, he could not do better than the Chinese pilot.

Even if he knows nothing about his opponent, he will fail.

The three C-47 fighter jets flew back and forth from Shancheng to A Sanguo Airport for a total of nearly 7 round trips, and took a full 10 days to transport the remaining 170 40mm anti-aircraft guns back to Shancheng.

That was the first time that the Chinese army had such treatment. The equipment was transported by large transport aircraft instead of land. Not only was the waiting time extremely long, the risk was extremely high.

They didn't know that in order for these 200 anti-aircraft guns to be successfully transported to China, the company established by Tang Dao paid nearly US$600,000 in various expenses, and they could buy 20 Wildcat fighters.

10 days are enough to make more than 100 Chinese pilots arriving at the airport familiar with the various performances of the Wildcat fighter.

That small airport may have never been so busy, almost from 7 a.m. to the sun set on the horizon, the fighter planes took off and landed uninterruptedly.

More than 100 Chinese pilots, led by major captains of four aviation brigades, were eagerly familiar with the performance of the new fighter they controlled, and constantly practiced the "scissors" tactics that had appeared over Yiling in the air.

"This will be the 10 days when you are most likely to be familiar with the performance of the Wildcat fighter. When you return to China, you may be waiting for you to have a fierce battle!

A few days ago, the Japanese suffered a great loss in the Battle of Yiling, and the Japanese Navy must have been crazy mocked by the army. If the Japanese Navy wants to get back the lost face, it will definitely take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative.

Information shows that the Japanese Navy is constantly sending Zero fighter jets to Jianghan from an aircraft carrier outside Songhu.

What kind of action requires dozens of Zero fighter escort? You should know that relying on the anti-aircraft gun group on the ground alone is probably not enough to ensure the safety of millions of soldiers and civilians in the mountain city." Tang Dao, on the plane to A Sanguo, put the fierce battles that these Chinese pilots must face before them.

In the face of huge pressure, Chinese pilots chose to face it with every minute. In addition to ensuring 7-hour sleep for physical fitness and attention, they either practiced tactics on the plane or in the tactic classroom.

"This is a group of people facing death but trying to break through death. Such people are everywhere in China!" Lieutenant Scott was once again shocked by these exotic pilots.

"Don, do you know? I just did something crazy. If my mother Maria knew, she would definitely pick up her mop and chase me in the garden." On the evening of the 10th day of adaptive training, Lieutenant Scott found Tang Dao, who had already started packing his bags and prepared to set off for the country tomorrow morning.

"Can Lieutenant Scott fall in love with a brown-skinned girl? Then I have to congratulate you, mixed-race children have always been smart and beautiful. If you give birth to a daughter and I will give birth to a son, we can pick up a baby and kiss it, but this requires my wife's consent first." Tang Dao looked at Lieutenant Scott, who was still full of entanglement in his eyes and grinned.

Before leaving, he sent a telegram to Tan Tai Mingyue, explaining his violation of the promise of "March will return". He could not see thousands of people in Shancheng wailing in the bombs dropped by Japanese bombers.

But Tang Dao was still full of guilt. His wife's due date was at the end of August. He, a husband, could not be with her. Even if he was accompanied by his father-in-law and the best doctor in the entire Jin Province, he could not make up for the regret caused by his husband and father's absence such an important moment.

"I'm fine, you must be careful when you are outside! Xiao Xiao Tang won't blame you!" The telegram replied to by Tan Tai Mingyue was very simple, but it allowed Tang Dao to travel nearly 3,000 kilometers away with peace of mind.

Although Lieutenant Scott once made things difficult for China, Tang Dao admired this American pilot very much. At least half of the credit was attributed to him when receiving equipment so smoothly. And I heard that this guy's family background is actually very good. He is a typical American elite family. It would be convenient to find such an American father-in-law for Tang Shanhe in the future if he wanted to study in the United States.

Although China and the United States 10 years later, they hoped to stab each other alive, the relationship between countries was really subtle. Because of the common threat of Mao Bear, the two countries that once killed their lives were not long before they caught the whole world off guard.

"NO, NO! Maria is very open-minded in this regard. She does not interfere with my love and marriage. However, she will definitely be furious for a naval pilot who doesn't want to serve her country." Scott shook his head repeatedly.

"What does it mean?" Tang Dao couldn't help but be stunned.

"I submitted my retirement application to my direct boss, Lieutenant Colonel Louis, half an hour ago, that's it!" Scott saw Tang Dao's expression of surprise, a smile appeared on his face, and shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"Why? Is it Lieutenant Scott, do you feel that the war is coming?" Tang Dao couldn't help frowning.

"Of course not, but I hope to join the war early, such as joining the battlefield in China." Scott's eyes flashed with a completely opposite expression from the indifferent expression.

"Lt. Scott, you must be crazy." Tang Dao was also shocked by this crazy American pilot.

If Major Robert Scott followed the script in time and space, he would have been a year and a half before joining the Flying Tigers in the spring of 1942 and eventually became the captain of the 23rd team of the Flying Tigers, which was a whole year and a half earlier.

"I'm not crazy, but your comrades are really crazy, you know? They actually flew 60 hours per person in 10 days. God! That's the training time of our airline team for 2 months!" When talking about this data, Lieutenant Scott's tan pupils were full of admiration.

"Lieutenant, you know, if they weren't crazy at this time, they would probably not even have a chance to go crazy in the future.

Before them, 80% of the pilots who had graduated from our China Jianqiao Aviation School had died in battle, and the death rate of all the brigade captains and squadron leaders before the war reached 95%.

Our air force is very weak, but they never stingy in sacrifice. What is the intensity of this training now for sacrifice?" Tang Daoqing couldn't help but take out a cigarette, lit one on his own, took a deep breath and vomited a mouthful of blue smoke.

Lieutenant Scott did not smoke. According to his explanation, he did not want to numb his brain nerves with tobacco and alcohol. He fought in the sky, even if it was 0.01 seconds faster than his opponent, it would be possible to decide whether he could win.

"Can you give me one? I'm already crazy today. I don't care about indulging you again!" Lieutenant Scott was abnormal and asked Tang Dao for one.

"Can I ask, why did you make this decision?" Tang Dao was always a little curious.

The humanitarianism in the eyes of Westerners is slightly different from that of Easterners. Tang Dao naturally would not expect that a group of diligent Chinese pilots touched the elite Western pilot in front of him.

"When I was relocating at Kuncheng Airport, I met Captain Chennard who came to greet us. He said he needed volunteers to come to China to fight for the Chinese. I scoffed at me. Why should a country and people like this poor and backward, let us fight for them? Because of the high salary of $800? Then I might as well go home to coax my mother Maria. She would be happy to buy me a villa by the beach in Miami for me." Lieutenant Scott lit a cigarette, but did not put it in his mouth, but stared at the faint smoke.

"But later, during my stay in China, I witnessed this war and these poor people with my own eyes. I found that my previous understanding of China was not only one-sided and even a bit ridiculous.

Frankly speaking, your China is very backward, and compared with my country, the industrial level is at least fifty years behind.

But you Chinese have amazing courage. Tang, you, Shen, Zhang, and Zheng, soldiers are all disdainful of their precious lives. Tang, do you know? When I saw Shen fly back to the airport with a fighter plane that was almost shot into scrap iron by bullets, I really find it difficult to understand why there are people in this world who think that planes are more precious than life! My outlook on life completely collapsed at that moment.

Because it is difficult to understand, I decided to stay here and see why you Chinese are like this.

Tang, you don’t know! In addition to my flight major, I also took philosophy and sociology at West Point Military Academy!”

I'll go! Tang Dao stared at the American uncle who looked extremely rough with a beard in front of him. He really didn't expect that this guy was actually a top student.

"If you are just curious, then I can completely answer your question from Lieutenant Scott. Lieutenant Scott, you don't have to risk your life. In the sky, the Japanese do not care what nationality you are, and your government may be under pressure from the Japanese because of the presence of Mr. Chennard and your existence." Tang Dao replied with a sigh.

"Dang, I've actually asked Captain Chennard the question you just mentioned. He said that the government had already generated electricity and asked him. His answer was: I will leave China sooner or later, but that would have to be when the last Japanese left China.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The moment before I submitted my retirement application, I suddenly felt that his answer was a very interesting answer!

Besides, the mercenary flying brigade he was going to build had a very good name, called the International flying brigade, Oh, God! When I heard this name, I couldn't help but feel a little passionate. I heard that there were not only Americans, but also Dutch, Gauls and Germans. The enemies who were originally on the European battlefield could fight side by side in the mysterious East together. Isn't it cool?" Lieutenant Scott said.

"International Flying Team, OK! I have to admit that the aesthetics of Westerners are really distinctive, that is, they are not in my world." Tang Dao looked speechless.

"Mr. Colonel has any good advice, I can bring it to Captain Chennard."

"It should be called the Flying Tigers, and then spray the conspicuous bright signs on the fighter planes, so that the Japanese can tell at a glance that you are here and overwhelm them first in terms of momentum."

"This idea is good. I think the big sharks sprayed on the noses of the six wildcat fighter jets are very good, so I will use this one." Scott said excitedly.

"No! It seems that you have flew to Kuncheng again. Haven't you seen Captain Chennard?" Tang Dao suddenly remembered a detail.

Because of escorting the C-47 transport plane, Lieutenant Scott had an air service in the middle of the journey, and the Wildcat fighter formation should have stayed at Kuncheng Airport.

"Hehe! Of course, I have met Captain Chennard again. This time he offered a monthly salary of 1,000 US dollars and a reward condition that I couldn't refuse. Shooting down a Japanese plane will be rewarded with 800 US dollars. God! Do you know how eager I can't wait to join the war? I can buy a villa on my own without Maria at all." Lieutenant Scott smiled.

Tang Dao really wanted to roll his eyes and roll it over. After a long time, it turned out that the high commission played a big role.

If Tang Dao remembers correctly, the famous Flying Tigers in the future will reach an astonishing $8 million in terms of various treatments and salary consumption, which is not the cash rewards issued by the Japanese fighter jets they shot down.

In a sense, this 'mercenary' air force is a double-edged sword. While attacking the Japanese, it also consumes a lot of money. If it is used to equip the army, it can be equipped with 4 purely American infantry divisions.

"Lt. Scott, if you join this mercenary just because of your desire for money, then I have nothing to say, but as a friend, I don't actually want you to be a slave to money." Tang Dao shook his head and was a little excited.

"NO!NO! Tang, you misunderstood me. I have suggested that Captain Chennard. We pilots can get high salaries, but more importantly, help China win this war. I hope that the flight team will recruit a large number of Chinese as pilots. We are instructors and will only take off the air to fight if they have no choice. This will not only help China train a large number of its own pilots, but also prevent the Japanese from putting pressure on the government, and also help the Chinese government save a large amount of expenditure on war." Lieutenant Scott saw that Tang Dao's face was plain, and quickly explained.

"If this is the case, it would be great. This time I can go to see Captain Chennard with you. I will help introduce American charities to donate the funds required by the flight team. It is okay for the foreign pilots hired to get a high salary. I can even increase my salary by 30% based on Captain Chennard's promise. But I have a condition that no one will have privileges, and the food and other treatments are the same as those of Chinese officers and soldiers." Tang Dao said seriously.

"Of course there is no problem. We are here to help the Chinese people resist the shameless invaders, not on vacation." Lieutenant Scott looked righteous, as if he was still talking about villa dumbfounded at the last moment.

There is another person in the sea.

Human nature is indeed complicated. Tang Dao looked at the real and cute American Navy lieutenant in front of him and laughed silently.

But if Lieutenant Scott unexpectedly chose to come to China in advance and established the "Flying Tigers" with several flying brigades nearly a year earlier, Tang Dao would have agreed with both hands and feet.

Isn’t it just a little money! Tang Dao can afford it, as long as these “mercenaries” can put more blood on the Japanese.

But what Tang Dao didn't expect was that because of his wealth and wealth, Lieutenant Scott actually fooled five active American Navy pilots that night, and this guy also promised that he could at least fool his old classmates and retired comrades from China to come to China.

As for whether the US government will release people, Tang Dao is not worried at all.

In the past, the Flying Tigers, founded in 1941, recruited more than 100 pilots and maintenance pilots. They were all elite talents, and many of them were still in the editorial stage. As a result, they turned into civilians before coming to China. If you say that there is no shadow of the Americans behind this, you won’t believe it if you kill the Japanese.

If you say how much the US government loves China, it may not be necessary. The logic behind it is still the same two words - interests!

From the perspective of arms dealers, the war continues, which is what they want to see most, but the Americans probably never dreamed that the Japanese are not good-looking. Seeing that the Americans are so inauthentic and often stuck their necks, they wouldn't even snatch the cold ones and steal a knife!
Chapter completed!