I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

After entering Qingdao, everyone was eager to check the airport. There were more than a hundred plane wreckages outside the airport. Everyone secretly thought it was a pity that Captain Leng Qiang did not know how to cherish them.

Seeing that several people were staring at the wreckage with unbearable eyes, Chen Feng explained:

"The Japs are very smart! We bombed the planes several times we attacked Japanese airports before, and the Japs soldiers protected them desperately. This time, when the Japs saw that we didn't damage the planes, the bullets and shells were avoiding the planes, so the Japs soldiers rushed out regardless of their lives and blew up half of themselves. Fortunately, we focused on controlling the perimeter of the oil depot, otherwise the airport would have been scrapped."

After entering the airport, everyone looked at Chen Feng with expectation. Chen Feng quickly pointed at the hangar and said:

"It's all yours, take a look at it, but don't go to the sky for now."

The group put down their packages, glanced at Chen Guoqing, and then excitedly went into the hangar.

Chen Feng couldn't help but be curious.

"Brother Guoqing, what are you carrying? Guo Cailing doesn't even want our people to touch her."

Chen Guoqing rarely showed a serious expression.

"They sold all their properties and some of their wealth, and also collected donations before they came back. You may not believe it, but when they learned that they would be returning on a merchant ship, they filled their backpacks with rice even though they were not full. Even though they were carrying rice, they did not leave them empty. They were nervous all the way, fearing that the Americans on the merchant ship would steal their packages."

Chen Feng was silent. They were a group of very pure people who could carry rice back from faraway Southeast Asia. It showed that they were willing to devote their hearts to the poor and weak nations. After selling all their properties, they probably never thought of leaving!

Li Yunyan and Song Zihan, who heard the news nearby, had tears in their eyes. Looking at the pilots climbing up and down the hangar like a group of children, their hearts were filled with admiration and shock.

After studying for more than an hour, everyone reluctantly left the hangar.

"Captain, there is a plane that looks like the latest Zero developed by the Japanese army. I want to test its performance so that I can send the basic data to Chongqing and let them do targeted training. It is rumored that the Japanese attach great importance to this type of aircraft, which may have its unusual features."

Professionals are different. When I saw Zero, I thought about going out for some fun, but Qin Ming wanted to study the data.

"Qin Ming, I know a little about this. I tried it last time and felt that this plane's climbing speed is very fast. Let's study the rest tomorrow! Take a rest today."

Qin Ming was reluctant to waste time, but after drifting on the sea for several days and nights, his health was definitely affected. He also knew that haste makes waste, so he acquiesced to Chen Feng's arrangement.

"Captain, let you take care of those eight backpacks! It would be a waste to go empty-handed. Bring some local specialties from Southeast Asia."

Qin Ming said to the other seven people:

"Let's take out our personal belongings! The captain will handle the rest."

There was a small backpack inside the big backpack. Several people opened the backpacks, put the small backpacks on their backs, and looked at the backpacks on the ground with extremely determined eyes.

"Chen Rongwei"!

"arrive"!

"Give the backpack to Old Yan and let him do the statistics."

"Yes"!

The convoy left the airport and headed towards the training base, Tuopajian. Originally, this group of people wanted to keep it a secret from Lin Heng and the others, but Chen Feng thought about it and felt that it was inappropriate. If they kept it secret, they could only use the excuse of employment to explain it. Chen Feng did not want to blaspheme them, so they would probably agree even if he made some suggestions.

After entering Tuopajian, the self-introductions of the eight pilots made Chen Feng's heart stir. When each person introduced their origins, they added five words: hired pilots. Chen Feng looked at Chen Guoqing beside him, and Chen Guoqing nodded, indicating that it was his arrangement.

The Tuopajian training base was in a frenzy. Although they were hired personnel, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of both sides at all. Huang Xinrui, the captain of the Fifth Flying Squadron, was also an overseas Chinese who returned to China to provide aid, just like them.

Fifteen people were crowded in a tent, having a very heated discussion. Well, since there was nothing for them to do, Chen Feng took Chen Guoqing into his tent, and Li Yunyan and others left on their own accord.

Before Chen Feng could speak, Chen Guoqing spoke:

"Don't worry about them, they are all fine. The team has expanded to more than a hundred people, all of whom are trustworthy Chinese and overseas Chinese. Xiao Ding studied in the hospital for two months and returned to the team. He also brought back two overseas Chinese doctors, one male and one female. My father has checked them and they are both trustworthy."

Seeing that Chen Feng's face relaxed, Chen Guoqing continued:

"I'm not going back this time. Don't treat me as the young master of the Chen family. Just treat me as a private. Let me train with the team! After the training, I will go to the battlefield"!

"Isn't this nonsense? Will the old man agree to this?"

"Completely respect my own opinion."

"That won't work. Since I let you here, I have to be responsible for your safety. If you don't want to leave, that's fine. If you want to participate in training, that's fine too, but you must obey orders. There is no room for negotiation on this matter."

The Yimeng guerrillas do not lack a big soldier like Chen Guoqing. His role is to help with the layout in South Asia. It is okay to leave him here and then take him back when Southeast Asia becomes chaotic.

The eight aid pilots quickly got into the state. Except for Qin Ming who went to Cangkou Airport to familiarize himself with the performance of Japanese aircraft, the other seven all joined the training group as instructors.

Chen Feng thought about it for a night, and finally regretted it and gave up sending the five Nationalist pilots back in advance. The five planes might have some effect on the Zaoyi Battle, but under the high pressure of the Japanese aircraft cluster, going back meant being heroic. Maybe in one day, maybe three or five days, the five people would definitely not escape the heroic fate with the planes.

The Zaoyi Campaign will last for a month at most, and then it will enter a stalemate period lasting more than a year. Five planes may play a greater role in the stalemate period. This may sound a bit selfish, but I just can't convince myself.

In addition to Qin Ming and Lin Heng, eleven instructors trained more than a hundred pilots, one against twelve, which was much easier than the previous one against thirty.

Everything in Qingdao City was basically back on track. Shen Honglie had basically decentralized power and dealt with several cases of soldiers harassing civilians with heavy hands. Although there were no extreme incidents, they were all trivial matters, but all of them were enforced by military law in the street. The starting point was ten military sticks, and basically the skin was torn and the flesh was exposed, which made the civilians who filed complaints feel very sorry.

Xiaozhaigou, located between Mengshan, Chaoyangdong and Huapiling, became popular. A company of soldiers was leading more than 2,000 civilians to build a runway. When the people living nearby heard that the Yimeng guerrillas in Mengshan were going to build an airport, they became very enthusiastic.

Wheelbarrows, cottonwood baskets, shovels, sheep pickaxes and hoes were all used in the battle, and many people also brought their own dry food.

Lu Feihu, who had already returned to Mengshan with the 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment, was in charge. How could he let the people eat their own food? They had three meals a day and were provided with enough food. Each person had at least one pound of meat per day. The pigs, cattle and sheep in the villages within a ten-mile radius were almost sold out. They had to pay one dollar every five days or they would not use the food.