Ron followed the sergeant who led the way into the deep valley. The surroundings suddenly darkened, as if time suddenly jumped from noon to dusk. It took Ron a few seconds to allow his eyes to fully adapt. In the valley

The huge green arms stretched out by those tall trees overlapped heavily, blocking almost all the sunlight. This also made it possible to barely see a blade of grass on the ground in the forest, only a thick layer of grass.

Thick branches and leaves that have fallen down at some point. Sometimes there are also some too old trees that fall on both sides of the path. At this time, it is like a skylight has been opened in a dark room, and strong sunlight immediately shines.

It poured down, illuminating this place brightly. The plants that were originally suffocated under the giant umbrellas of the big trees also grew rapidly, including various herbs, shrubs, and plants that had not grown up at all.

The trees are competing to grow there and blooming all kinds of flowers.

After walking for about ten minutes in the flickering forest, I heard the sound of water flowing. It seemed that there was a stream in the valley. At this time, the sergeant leading the team said: "Sir, we are just ahead.

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The trees in front began to become sparse, and then a rocky beach covered with pebbles of various sizes appeared in front of Ron's eyes.

At this time, the sergeant leading the way stopped, carefully observed the movement in front, then made a quiet gesture to Ron, then turned around, bowed his body, and walked to the left.

Ron followed him and turned around a large tree as thick as an arm's length. In a depression behind the tree, he saw General Chennault squatting there.

Chennault is about 50 years old and has a thin build. He is squatting there with a gun, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any time.

A little behind Chennault, there was a Chinese general, sitting quietly on a rock, with a gun leaning against a big tree next to him. When Ron and the others walked over, Chennault was alarmed, and he turned his head.

Seeing that Ron seemed ready to say hello, he quickly released his right hand on the trigger, stretched out a finger, put it to his lips, made a silencing gesture, and then waved, asking Ron to come closer.

Ron walked over to Chennault and squatted down like him.

Chennault didn't speak, just picked up a gun from the ground and handed it to Ron. Then he pointed to the creek in front of him with his finger.

Ron took the gun, which was a Springfield rifle with a scope and the bullets were loaded.

Ron knelt down half-kneeling, put the butt of the gun on his right shoulder, tilted his head, and looked ahead through the scope - the rocky beach was quiet and there was nothing.

After a long time, there was some movement in front. Under the woods ahead, something seemed to be shaking. After a while, a huge wild boar came out.

The wild boar looked around and grunted twice, and then several smaller wild boars ran out of the dense forest. The group of wild boars grunted and came to the stream and lined up along the stream.

They lowered their heads to drink water. Some wild boars ran directly into the stream and rolled around.

Chennault steadily stretched out the muzzle of the gun. There was a "pop" and the largest wild boar fell down. The pigs suddenly became chaotic. Ron quickly fired a shot - nothing was hit.

Chennault pulled the gun again, and then knocked down another one. At this time, the remaining wild boars turned around and ran towards the dense forest behind them. Ron fired another shot, but still hit nothing.

At this time, Chennault had already stood up and walked out of the depression with the still smoking rifle. Ron, the sergeant and the Chinese general also walked out together.

"General Chennault is such a good marksman!" The Chinese general walked over to the two wild boar carcasses, took a look at them, and said with admiration, "Both shots were in the middle of the head - we were lucky today, everyone had meat to eat."

"It's not easy to encounter such a big wild boar." Chennault also smiled, "It seems that Colonel Ron has brought us good luck."

"It's a pity that my marksmanship is so bad. I fired two shots and didn't hit even one shot." Ron smiled mockingly to himself and gave Chennault and the Chinese general a military salute.

The rich harvest made Chennault feel very good. After returning the military salute casually, he began to introduce the Chinese general next to Ron to Ron.

"This is my friend, General Zhou Zhirou, the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Air Force." Then he turned to introduce Ron to Zhou Zhirou, "This is our air combat hero, Colonel Ron, an expert in fighter tactics. He is now General Arnold's

special envoy……"

The two wild boars were dragged aside. The soldiers opened parasols on a relatively flat river beach and set up a maza and a small dining table below. Several chefs were busy processing the wild boars on the other side.

The three people sat under a parasol and began to discuss the situation over Myanmar.

"Colonel Ron, you are an expert in air combat, and you have just flown over Myanmar. What do you think of the current situation?" Chennault asked.

"I have some ideas." Ron said, "I think that our transport aircraft route is like a cornfield, and those Japanese fighter jets are like wild boars hiding in the mountains and forests. They will run out from time to time and destroy the cornfield.

It's such a mess. If we just stay in the cornfield, we won't be able to solve the problem, because we can't keep our eyes open for 24 hours."

"You mean we hit the door?" Chennault shook his head slightly, "We have tried bombing the Japanese military airport. The effect was not great. The Japanese are well hidden and it is difficult to bomb the aircraft."

"It is not enough to destroy the planes alone. The biggest weakness of the Japanese is not the number of planes. What they lack most is pilots. To hurt them, the most important thing is to consume their pilots."

"Tell me more specifically."

"Japan had been short of oil before the war, which made Japan unable to train a large number of pilots. They could only hope to rely on a few top pilots to conquer the world. After the war broke out, although they obtained oil, they found that they did not have

There are enough flight instructors. However, the front line is so tight that it is impossible to let the few front-line pilots go to China to serve as flight instructors. Otherwise, the front line will collapse. So the only way for Japan is to train new pilots only in China.

After initial training, they will be sent to some places where the fighting is relatively mild, and let them learn from the veterans in those places first. After they have gained a certain amount of experience, they will be sent to other areas where the fighting is more important.

." Ron paused, raised his head, and glanced at Chennault. He saw that there seemed to be a hint of displeasure in Chennault's eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with my analysis. What makes him unhappy?" But Ron didn't care too much. Although Chennault is a legendary hero, he has always been a hero outside the system and has great influence in the army.

In fact, it has always been very limited. It is good if you can not offend him, but even if you offend him, it is actually nothing special.

So Ron continued: "In this way, some relatively unimportant battlefields, such as Myanmar, have a special role in Japan's air power, which is to rely on them to train pilots."

"I think in this way, those so-called less important battlefields will actually become very important. Don't they?" Chennault interjected.

Ron immediately realized the reason for Chennault's unhappiness just now. It must be because he counted the Burma battlefield as a less important battlefield. Belittling the importance of this battlefield is actually tantamount to belittling his achievements.

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"So if we can destroy this plan here, it will be equivalent to destroying Japan's entire pilot production line, and then the combat war here will have strategic significance." Ron quickly emphasized the importance of the air war in Myanmar.

Chennault nodded with satisfaction and said, "In this way, the importance of eliminating wild boars actually exceeds the importance of protecting cornfields."

"You can't say that," Zhou Zhirou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interjected, "If the corn fields are gone, people will starve to death!" As a Chinese citizen, he knows well the importance of transport aircraft on the route to the country.

——That is the blood vessel that maintains China's life. If this blood vessel is broken, the consequences will be really disastrous. No matter what the Americans want to do, they cannot make fun of this artery.

"Of course we can't let pigs ruin the cornfields, but we have already lost so many transport aircraft on the route. If the loss is larger in a short period of time, we can bear it. But Japan himself can never afford the loss of the corresponding pilots.

Loss." Chennault felt more energetic. Obviously, taking the initiative to attack was more in line with his character.

"We used to tie fighter jets next to the transport aircraft, which prevented the high-speed advantages of our fighters from being used, and also made the choice of combat fall into the hands of the Japanese. Now I have an idea. We increase the number of batches of transport aircraft and reduce the number of direct allocations.

They belong to the escort force of transport aircraft, and these aircraft are organized in groups of four to hunt near the Japanese airport, attacking enemy aircraft that are taking off or landing. They are constantly harassing them, 24 hours a day near the Myitkyina Airport.

Maintain a presence and increase the frequency of air combat. In this way, we will strive to consume all the Japanese fighter units within a month."

Ron's suggestion was actually a copy of General Doolittle's tactics that later completely defeated the Luftwaffe in the "Big Week" air battle in Europe. Ron was convinced that this tactic would also be successful in Burma.

"Won't this cost the transport plane too much?" Zhou Zhirou was still worried.

"There may be a little impact for the time being, but I estimate that it won't take long to significantly reduce the losses of transport aircraft." Ron replied.

Chennault nodded, stood up, and said: "This suggestion is very interesting, but whether it is feasible requires careful study. We will discuss these things in detail when we return to the headquarters. I can smell the aroma of barbecue. Let's
Chapter completed!