New World War II Eagle Strikes the Sky

Ron followed the sergeant who led the way into the deep valley, and the surroundings suddenly became dark, as if the time suddenly jumped from noon to dusk.It took Ron a few seconds for his eyes to fully adjust.The huge green arms stretched out by the tall trees in the valley overlapped heavily, blocking almost all the sunlight.This also makes it almost impossible to see a blade of grass on the ground in the forest, only a thick layer of long-gone branches and leaves that fell down at some point.Sometimes too old trees fell on both sides of the path. At this time, it was like opening a skylight in a dark room, and the strong sunlight immediately poured down, illuminating this place brightly.And those plants that were originally suffocated under the giant umbrella of the big tree grew rapidly, and all kinds of herbs, shrubs, and trees that hadn't grown up at all were competing to grow there, and they scrambled to bloom. All kinds of flowers.

After walking for about 10 minutes in this flickering forest, I heard the sound of water flowing. It seemed that there was a small stream in the valley.At this moment, the sergeant leading the team said, "Sir, we're just ahead."

The trees in front began to thin out, and then a rocky beach covered with pebbles of various sizes appeared in front of Ron.

At this time, the sergeant who led the way stopped, carefully observed the movement ahead, and then gestured to Ron to keep quiet, then turned a corner, bowed his body, and walked to the left.

Ron followed him and turned around a thick tree. In a hollow behind the tree, he saw General Chennault squatting there.

Chennault looks about 50 years old, with a thin build.He was crouching there with a gun, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

A little behind Chennault, there is another Chinese general who is sitting quietly on a rock, with a gun leaning against a big tree beside him.When Ron and the others came over, Chennault was alarmed. He turned his head and saw that Ron seemed to be about to greet him, so he quickly let go of his right hand on the trigger, stretched out a finger, put it next to his lips, and made a huh He gestured loudly, then waved for Ron to come closer.

Ron walked over to Chennault's side and crouched 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 stream in front of him with his finger.

Ron took the gun, a Springfield rifle with a scope, loaded.

Ron knelt down halfway, put the butt of the gun on his right shoulder, tilted his head, and looked forward 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 humming came to the edge of the stream, lined up along the stream, and lowered their heads to drink.Some wild boars even ran directly into the stream and rolled.

Chennault stuck out the muzzle of the gun steadily. With a bang, the biggest wild boar fell down.The pigs suddenly became chaotic.Ron hurriedly fired a shot-it didn't hit anything.Chennault cocked the trigger again, then dropped the other end.At this time, the rest of the wild boars turned around and ran towards the dense forest behind them.Ron fired again, still missing nothing.

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

"General Chennault has good marksmanship!" The Chinese general went to the two wild boar carcasses, took a look, and said in admiration, "Both shots were hit on the head—good luck today, everyone has meat to eat."

"It's not easy to meet 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 too bad. I fired two shots and missed one shot." Ron laughed at himself while giving a military salute to Chennault and the Chinese general.

The bountiful harvest made Chennault feel very good. After returning a military salute casually, he began to introduce the Chinese general beside him to Ron.

"This is my friend, General Zhou Zhirou, the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Air Force." Then he turned his head and introduced 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, and the soldiers opened a parasol on a relatively flat river beach, and set up a matza and a small dining table underneath.A few cooks were busy with the wild boar on the other side.

The three sat under parasols and began to discuss the situation over Burma.

"Colonel Ron, you are an expert in air combat, and you just took a flight over Burma. What do you think of the current situation?" Chennault asked.

"I have a little idea." Ron said, "I think our transport route is like a cornfield, and those Japanese fighter jets are like wild boars hiding in the forest. It's a waste. If we just stay in the cornfield, it won't solve the problem, because we can't close our eyes for 24 hours."

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

"Simply destroying planes is not enough. Ri's biggest weakness is not the number of planes. What they lack most is pilots. To hurt them, the most important thing is to consume their pilots."

"Be specific."

"Before the war, Japan had been short of oil, which made it impossible for Japan 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 had no There are enough flight instructors. However, the front line is so tense, it is impossible to let the few front-line pilots go to the country to serve as flight instructors, otherwise, the front line will collapse. So the only way for Ri himself is that the new pilots only conduct domestic training The initial training, and then send them to some places where the fighting is relatively mild, let them learn from those veterans in those places first, and then send them to other areas where the fighting is more important after they have some experience " Ron paused, raised his head, and glanced at Chennault, he saw that there seemed to be a hint of displeasure in Chennault's eyes.

"My analysis is supposed to be fine, what made him unhappy?" But Ron didn't care too much.Although Chennault is a legendary hero, he has always been a hero outside the system. In fact, his influence in the army has always been limited.

So Ron continued: "In this way, some relatively unimportant battlefields, such as Myanmar, have a special effect on Japan's air power, and that is to rely on it to train pilots."

"I think that in this way, in fact, those so-called less important battlefields will become very important. Isn't it?" Chennault interjected.

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

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

Chennault nodded in satisfaction, and said, "In this way, the importance of eliminating wild boars has actually surpassed that of protecting cornfields."

"You can't say that," Zhou Zhirou, who had been keeping quiet all this time, suddenly interjected, "If the cornfields are gone, people will starve to death!" As a member of the Communist Party of China, he is well aware of the importance of the transport planes on the route to the country. ——That is the blood vessel that sustains life in China. If this blood vessel is broken, the consequences will be unimaginable.No matter what the Americans want to do, they can't make fun of this main artery.

"Of course the cornfields cannot be ruined by pigs, but we have already lost so many transport planes on the route, and we can bear the loss if the loss is greater in a short period of time. But Ri himself absolutely cannot bear the pain of the corresponding pilots." Loss." Chennault was excited, obviously, taking the initiative to attack was more in line with his personality.

"We used to tie fighter jets next to transport planes, which made it impossible for our fighter jets to take advantage of their high speed. At the same time, the choice of engagement fell into Ri's own hands. Now I have an idea. We increase the number of batches of transport planes while reducing the number of direct allocations." It belongs to the escort force of transport planes, and these planes will go hunting near the Japanese airport in groups of four to attack those enemy planes that are taking off or landing. Constantly harass them and maintain their presence near Myitkyina airport 24 hours a day , increase the frequency of air battles. In this way, strive to completely consume Ri's own fighter force within a month."

Ron's suggestion was actually a replica of General Doolittle's tactics that completely defeated the Luftwaffe in the "big week" air battle in Europe.Ron was convinced that this tactic would work equally well in Burma.

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

"There may be a little impact for the time being, but I don't think it will take long before the loss of the transport plane can be greatly reduced." Ron replied.

Chennault nodded, stood up, and said: "This suggestion is very interesting, but whether it is feasible or not requires serious research. We will discuss these matters in detail when we return to the headquarters. I can smell the aroma of barbecue. Let us Put that damn war aside for a moment and enjoy the feast.