my bright sword career

"Damn it, how on earth do these people do it? If it weren't for the yellow-skinned faces all around me, I would have thought I was in some air force base in China."

"Richard, what's going on?"

Seeing his deputy Richard Kerr's frantic look, Doolittle was very strange.

Seeing Doolittle, Richard pointed to the tarmac behind him angrily, and said weakly, "Sir, you can see for yourself, that General Gao has brought a new type of fighter."

Looking in the direction Richard pointed, Doolittle's eyes were always good, and he saw the plane on the tarmac hundreds of meters away without being reminded.

"Richard, what the hell are you doing? This is not a Hellcat... No..." Doolittle's eyes widened instantly, "This is not a Hellcat, but they look alike."

As an old bird who used to rub fighter jets, Doolittle can proudly say that no matter what kind of aircraft, as long as he takes a look at it, he can tell the same, but today this aircraft makes him a little Puzzled.

At first glance, this thing looks a bit like a Hellcat, but there are many differences. Soon Doolittle can be sure that this is a new type of aircraft that he has never seen before.

Doolittle didn't talk nonsense, he came directly to the fighter planes on the tarmac, watched it for a while, and then said in an affirmative tone:
"Although this is the first time I have seen this thing, I can be sure that it is definitely made by Grumman. Only the engineers of Grumman can design this style of fighter. By the way, Charlie, you Have you ever driven this thing?"

"No." Richard shook his head, "General Gao just ordered them to be delivered yesterday. There are a total of 72 planes, all of which are allocated to the newly established Fifth Battalion."

"Fifth Squadron?" Doolittle looked at Richard in puzzlement. "If I remember correctly, the Seventh Squadron is all a bunch of rookies. How could General Gao give them the latest fighter jets?"

"Who knows?" Richard shrugged his shoulders, "I heard Captain Huang say that the Hellcats and Thunderbolts equipped by other brigades are enough to deal with almost all Japanese models, so let's leave the best planes to those rookies , so that their chances of survival will be at least a little higher.”

"Well, I hope Captain Huang's words are right." Although he was a little puzzled by Huang Huaimin's order, Doolittle didn't say anything. After all, this is his internal affairs. It's better for him, a monk from outside, not to talk too much. .

While the two were talking, a line of pilots in yellow flight suits strode over in a neat line, and at the same time bursts of singing rang out from their line.

"A good man dies on the battlefield, don't waste time and time, he dies on the battlefield for the glory of the country, and dies on the bed in vain, forbearance lightly breaks his homesickness, generously serves the country, and dies for the country on the battlefield."

"Sir, what are they singing?"

Although Richard has been in China for several months, he can understand some superficial conversations such as "eating and sleeping", but he can't understand the relatively profound Chinese at all.

But Doolittle is different. This talented student who graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a Ph.D. is quite proficient in Chinese.

After hearing Richard's words, Doolittle said: "This should be a war song in China. The lyrics say that a warrior should die on the battlefield. It is shameful to die in bed again. That's probably what it means."

Richard exclaimed: "God, this is unbelievable. Isn't it normal to lie in bed when you are old and die with the blessings of your loved ones? Why should you die on the battlefield? It's terrible."

Doolittle shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows, maybe this is the value of Orientals."

While the two were talking, Huang Huaimin walked up to them from not far away, "General Doolittle, Lieutenant Richard, I'm just looking for you."

After getting along with each other for several months, Doolittle and Huang Huaimin have formed a good personal relationship. After hearing this, he said displeasedly: "Huang, I told you that you don't have to call me General, but call me Jimmy." .”

"Okay Jimmy." Huang Huaimin smiled, pointing to the one who walked past them: "Have you seen them and the plane next to them, I hope you can get familiar with this plane as soon as possible, and then within a month you know Teach those lads flying skills?"

"Huang, can you tell me why?" Doolittle couldn't help asking: "As far as I know, when rookies in any country first enter the army, they start flying with low-level fighters that are relatively easy to master. Shouldn't airplanes be assigned to the most elite pilots?"

"Because our officer wants these boys to have a better chance of survival."

Huang Huaimin looked at Doolittle meaningfully, "Jimmy, you don't know that your government has formally asked us to send a group of troops to Guadalcanal to fight for you, right?"

Doolittle said puzzledly: "Of course I know this, but if I remember correctly, we only asked you to send ground troops, and did not ask you to send air force? Moreover, our country has the most powerful air force in the world, so we don't need you at all." Send the plane yourself."

Huang Huaimin continued to ask: "Jimmy, please tell me now, we can fully trust you, and can your air force be on call?"

"This one……"

Doolittle was dumb.

Regional discrimination exists all over the world, and he can't guarantee that the US military commander in charge of the Guadalcanal campaign will treat an army from China as equally as his own troops.

Seeing that Doolittle remained silent, Huang Huaimin said: "Although we are allies, we cannot put all our hopes in the hands of others. Although our commander won the victory and sent 5000 troops to reinforce Guadalcanal Island, we still hope that we can Send another brigade of air force to go together as a backup support force."

"That's it."

Doolittle thought about it, those American officials and gentlemen should not object to this proposal. After all, those generals who don’t want to have as many subordinates as possible, and have an air force equipped with the latest fighter jets. They are happy or not. It's too late, who would be stupid enough to object.

It's just that the more he looked at the planes on the lawn, the more familiar they became, and finally he couldn't help asking: "Huang, I'm sure I've seen these planes before, but the more I look at them, the more familiar they are, and now I can even Sure, they must be closely related to Grumman, can you tell me where they came from?"

"How do I know that?" Huang Huaimin spread his hands, "If you want to know, you can check it yourself. Anyway, there is an operation manual on the plane, and it's all in English."