Siheyuan, don't yell at me

China now has six divisions equipped with MiG-15s, totaling more than 300 aircraft.

These more than 300 aircraft seem to be free aid from the Soviet Union, but there is actually another hidden story.

The predecessor of the MiG-15 was the MiG-9.

In 51, China spent a huge amount of money to purchase more than MiG- fighter jets.

Unexpectedly, the MiG-9 had huge design flaws.

Because of its extremely poor reliability, it received unanimous negative reviews from the volunteer pilots and was considered a flying coffin.

This caused the entire Chinese army to be angry. The MiG-9 was so inferior in performance, but they still sold it to us? What a bullshit Soviet big brother.

The Russians saw that the matter had become too serious, so they replaced the original MiG-9 with the MiG-15 and suppressed the matter.

He Daqing didn't understand what Paul was doing, so he touched his head and asked the reason.

"Old man, what do you think the MiG-15 does?

You don't mean to tell me that you are multi-talented and can build airplanes?"

Paul shook his head.

“White, I have a friend who lives in the city ahead.

He participated in the development of the MiG-15 and is now developing a new jet engine.

He is a greedy and lustful person. As long as the United States can give him good treatment, he will definitely be willing to work for the United States..."

He Daqing thought about it and decided not to take the risk.

“Paul, I don’t want to take that risk.

By tomorrow noon at the latest, the Russians will be looking for your whereabouts.

If I, White, can't escape, I will definitely break your neck first.

Didn't you say he was greedy for money and lustful? Then it would be better to let him stay here and continue to develop aircraft engines.

Once he produces results, can't we just spend money to buy his technology?

Of course, the credit for this achievement must go to you and me, you can’t just take it all for yourself.”

Paul nodded, agreeing with He Daqing's opinion.

"Of course, of course, this is a joint achievement of both of us.

What are your plans next?

My guards can only tolerate it until tomorrow noon at most. The worst case scenario is tomorrow morning.

If I haven't shown up by then, they will definitely report it."

He Daqing glared at Paul with an unfriendly tone.

“Old man, you are still a prisoner and have not gained my trust.

The next plan, this kind of thing is not something you should ask..."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he stopped talking and was too lazy to pay attention to the old man Paul.

Damn, where does my next plan come from?

If it weren’t for you, an old man, driving here alone to see me, how could I do something like kidnapping?

It's all because of you, old man, who didn't learn your lesson. The responsibility lies with you, old man.

We can only go wherever we can, either heading east or south.

A whistle sounded from not far away, interrupting He Daqing's thoughts.

He Daqing instantly perked up.

Haha, this grandpa has a really smart brain.

I can take the train, it's much more comfortable than driving.

He Daqing drove the car, humming a little tune, and moved forward.

The twinkling lights of the city in the distance indicated that He Daqing was approaching the next city, Vladimir.

The city of Vladimir is about 180 kilometers away from Moscow.

He Daqing started driving at 6:30 and has been driving for nearly four hours. It is now 10:30 in the evening.

Following the railway, He Daqing found the Vladimir Railway Station.

He took out a black piece of clothing, tied the collar with his sleeves, turned it into a hood, and threw it to Paul.

"Put on the hood, so you don't see anything you shouldn't see.

I have always been very disciplined in my conduct and work, so please don't make things difficult for me."

The car passed the train station and stopped not too far away.

He Daqing got out of the car and took Paul out of it.

He waved his hand to put the car into the space and escorted Paul towards the railway.

The place He Daqing chose was exactly five or six hundred meters away from the train platform.

At this time, the steam locomotive is generally in the starting and accelerating state, and the speed is not very fast.

I believe that with Mr. He Daqing's skills, he can easily climb onto the train even with old man Paul.

Vladimir, as a large transportation hub, naturally has a lot of trains coming and going.

In less than ten minutes, a train whistled and clanged out of the platform.

He Daqing yelled at Paul, old man, and told him to behave himself.

The train whistled, getting closer and closer, and its speed was slowly increasing.

From walking speed, I started to jog speed.

He Daqing held old man Paul under his arm and started jogging. When he saw his chance, he reached out and grabbed the screw on the side of the container.

He stepped on the hook at the connection of the train with one foot, and with a push, his whole body flew into the air and stood firmly at the connection between the two freight cars.

He Daqing moved a little and put the frightened old man Paul down.

"Old man, hold on tight. If you fall and get crushed into a pulp, don't blame me."

After Paul grabbed the protruding bolts of the train, He Daqing reached out and grabbed the edge of the open freight car, and with a force, he climbed up.

There were two adjacent freight cars, with some things covered with tarpaulins inside, which looked like some mechanical equipment.

He Daqing jumped into the open freight car, threw out a few quilts and some food from the space, then reached out and pulled old man Paul up.

He pulled off old man Paul's hood and pointed to a pile of food.

"Old man, tonight, we will spend the night on the train.

Are you hungry? I ate something. "

Paul looked around the freight car, saw several quilts and some food, and became thoughtful.

There were actually several quilts and so much food, including bananas, in this freight train carriage.

It was indeed an organized, premeditated, and carefully planned kidnapping.

Anyone who has the ability to do all this must be a powerful force.

The car that I just drove must have been cleaned up, right?

He Daqing unscrewed a bottle of vodka and handed it to Paul.

"Old man, drink some to warm yourself up..."

The two men wrapped themselves in quilts, leaned against the carriage, hid in the leeward side, and drank vodka in small sips.

The red dot flickered, and the two people were puffing out smoke.

Paul felt like a dove about to fly out of a cage. He had never done anything so exciting in his life.

I, Paul, am about to rush into the free world. You rude and ignorant old Russians, go to hell.

After a loud burp, Paul tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

He Daqing was like a kind father and thoughtfully covered Paul with two thick quilts.

He took out two pairs of handcuffs and handcuffed Dean Paul's hands and feet.