Return happily.

Before landing, I even tried a dive.

I found that it didn't work, so I raised it again. Finally, I followed the procedure and slowly lowered it.

Huang Zhicheng brought people up to take over the plane. He looked serious.

Zhang Yong knew he was wrong.

The other party saw it.

High-altitude dive. A very dangerous action.

The design of the Martin 139WC has no dive performance and can easily cause disintegration.

"I was wrong. I won't do it next time." Zhang Yong apologized first.

Don't give the other person a chance to speak.

Indeed, I won’t dare to do it again in the future.

I just tried it and found that the aircraft frame was obviously shaking.

If you dive forcefully, it will really fall apart.

In fact, a series of beautiful country bombers starting with B are not suitable for diving.

The Martin 139WC's serial number in the US Air Force is B-10. Like the B-17, B-24, B-25, and B-29, they can only bomb horizontally.

Suddenly, I discovered that the beautiful country has so many models of long-range bombers! There are four types.

(The B-10 was quickly phased out.)

It has a large bomb load, a long range, and a very large output.

For example, a total of 19,000 B-24 bombers were produced. This is more than the number of fighter jets in many countries.

The arsenal of a democratic country really deserves its reputation.

By the way, stocks...

The stocks of those well-known aircraft manufacturing companies are still relatively depressed, which is an opportunity to buy at the bottom.

I'll call Lin Wan later and ask her to focus on investing.

Suddenly my mind moved.

Commander Qian is here. He comes alone.

Zhang Yong then waved his hand and asked the people around him to disperse.

"commander."

"Let's go."

"good."

Zhang Yong knew there were secrets to discuss.

However, the two walked in silence for two or three minutes, and Commander Qian did not speak.

Looks very worried.

It looks very painful.

"Commander, just say what you have to say. I can bear it." Zhang Yong said slowly, "Did someone snitch on me again?"

"No. Who else dares to snitch on you now?" Commander Qian shook his head, "It's official business."

"In the morning, the commissioner received a call from Yakovsky..."

"Then what?"

"The other party expressed a polite protest..."

"protest?"

Zhang Yong was surprised.

Protest against what?

The protest didn't take you out for fun?

The problem is that you have closed yourself off and are unwilling to go out!

Where is the reason to protest?

"The other party's dissatisfaction is that we went out without their permission..."

"etc!"

Zhang Yong stopped.

I noticed something was wrong with the taste.

What's the meaning?

What do you mean without their permission?

Whose approval does our national air force need to operate in its own airspace?

Funny?

He looked sideways at Commander Qian.

I found him looking haggard and worried.

Okay, this is not funny. This is true.

The mood is broken.

The good mood was completely ruined.

Unexpectedly, he led a team to bomb the Japanese invaders and was accused by the Soviets.

Damn...

What are these things called?

Is it wrong for our national air force to protect its own airspace?

Is it wrong for us to bomb the Japanese invaders?

Sure enough, they are all imperialism.

What they care about most is their own interests.

The Chinese battlefield is just a tool. A tool to safeguard the interests of the Soviet people.

When I need you, you are a treasure.

When I don't want you, you are just grass.

The eternal law!

silence.

The key to this matter is Chiang Kai-shek.

It all depends on how Chiang Kai-shek responds.

Should you accept the other party's protest unconditionally, blindly submit to it, or...

Be able to have a little bit of your own opinion.

well……

It’s so frustrating!

Damn the Republic of China! Everything you do is so frustrating!

depressed……

Want to explode...

"The other party also said that our unauthorized actions could easily lead to the escalation of conflicts."

"conflict?"

"Yes, the conflict escalated..."

"Is this still called a conflict? Isn't it called a war?"

"Because there was no declaration of war."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong choked and forcefully swallowed it back.

My grass.

Accepted.

There was no declaration of war. Therefore, it was not called a war. It was called a conflict.
To be continued...