"ah……"

Chennard hurriedly descended to the height.

Indeed, the sky is very cold.

The cabin of the Hawk-3 fighter has no warmth function.

It's winter again, and the ground is already cold. It's even colder and trembling with coldness at an altitude of 4,700 meters.

No wonder the Japanese invaders rarely set off. This winter, it was so cold that people were so cold.

The oil of some aircraft will solidify at high altitudes and will crash.

"open……"

"You are currently at an altitude of 2400, heading 105, and speed of 260..."

"Zhang, I believe in you."

"Thanks!"

"Zhang, you should have told me earlier that you have such amazing skills."

"I thought you knew."

"No one told me. Now, I won't tell anyone."

Chennard suddenly understood.

Of course, it is impossible for others to tell him such a critical information.

Having such critical information is simply a guarantee of victory. Who is willing to tell outsiders this information?

"Then, are the cooperation happy?"

"Zhang, I swear, I will definitely cooperate with you."

"Well, Chen, I believe you can return safely every time."

"Zhang, that's great. This is what we need most."

Chennard felt that the future was very bright.

With Zhang Yong's special skills, the Flying Tigers don't have to worry about casualties at all.

For mercenaries, there is no more reassurance than this.

Go out with confidence.

Return safely.

Then take the money.

The only possible casualties may be mechanical failures.

"I want to try it too!"

The Strolong jumped out to make trouble again.

Zhang Yong ignored him.

Who are you?

As a result, Strolong was dissatisfied and wanted to compete with Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong directly reached out and pressed the other person's wrist with one hand. He pressed it firmly on the table and pressed it tightly.

No matter how hard Stroun tried, he could not even use his hands in the end.

Finally, Strom had to admit defeat. He expressed his conviction.

Of course, the people around were convinced.

Strom is a bomb thrower and is also responsible for loading bombs and so on, so he is very strong.

Among all the people recruited by Chennard, Strolong is the number one strongman. Unexpectedly, he would be crushed by Zhang Yong. He is really not a good person.

"Who else? Those who are unconvinced will stand up!" Zhang Yong said softly.

Of course, no one moves.

Everyone knows that Zhang Yong is a freak.

Dean and Strolong both made embarrassing one after another, who else dared?

Chennard was very satisfied.

There are finally someone who can suppress these arrogant soldiers and generals.

So I was eager to try.

"Zhang, let's go out!"

"Now?"

"Yes. Let's go and try it."

"good."

Zhang Yong agreed.

There is no battle on the ground for the time being.

I happened to take Chennard out for a walk.

See what goals are...

There are many 75mm mountain cannons, but they are not easy to bomb.

To attack the ground, choose the airport as the main focus. The main purpose is to destroy the Japanese ground planes. After the battle, run away.

"Let's go to Jinling."

Chennard is very energetic.

This guy is really fighting spirit.

Zhang Yong noticed that the other party was already forty-eight years old.

I immediately became the age of knowing destiny. But I was very energetic.

"Go tonight."

"Why?"

"It's even more hidden at night. The Japanese fighter planes are all on the ground."

"But at night, navigation..."

“I can navigate accurately to every place I want to go.”

"real?"

"As long as the plane's range is sufficient, I can take you directly to New York now."

"All right!"

Chennard nodded slowly.

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Then go to arrange the personnel and equipment.

His air force is actually a hodgepodge. There are many people and planes.

There was no very unified command before, and now it is all together, so it really takes a lot of effort to integrate.

Zhang Yong turned around and came to find Song Ziyu.

Well, she is in charge of money. He smelled the smell of money.

Yang Lichu had already arranged an office for Song Ziyu, a female guard and a lounge.

This is Hankou Airport, the warning area of ​​the Fourth Air Police Regiment. There is no problem with safety. At least, it is impossible for Japanese invaders to come in.

As long as a red dot appears nearby, the radar map will prompt immediately.

"Wife..."

Zhang Yong greeted him with a smile.

Song Ziyu's face turned slightly red. He bit his lip lightly and asked him to sit down.

This big bad guy...

"I'm busy! I'm calculating the cost of oil..."

"What oil?"

"It's the fuel that the Flying Tigers need to consume!"

"Give me your concession!"

"What's the meaning?"
To be continued...