Take off secretly.

Or an emergency landing.

Once a major war breaks out, the Japanese invaders will immediately be alert.

It is estimated that there must be a large number of spies lurking near Fuzhou Airport, monitoring Fuzhou Airport at any time.

silence.

"I'll pick up the Soviets." Minister Min stood up.

"Okay." Zhang Yong nodded.

He doesn't need to go.

This is not his mission.

His mission is to take care of those BA65 attack aircraft.

For the time being, all the I-15 fighter jets in this formation are flown by Soviet pilots themselves.

Soon, twelve I-15 fighter jets landed safely.

Zhang Yong stood on the tower and observed.

The I-15 fighter jet is a biplane with a somewhat unusual shape.

How do you say it? Zhang Yong gave it a nickname, called Bigfoot, because the outline of the landing gear is very fat.

Perhaps to prevent storms, the two front wheels of the I-15 fighter jet have large and thick protective covers. From a distance, they look like two Bigfoots. They really look like Bigfoot in the computer game.

The cabin where the pilot is located is relatively far back, behind the wings. The nose of the aircraft is tilted up, and visibility is average.

I have never manipulated it personally. I don’t know what the Soviet-style aesthetics of violence are like.

Minister Min went up to greet him. Min Rou and others were responsible for translation.

Those Soviet pilots were quite well-behaved and did not behave violently.

Later generations smeared them too much. In fact, at that time, all pilots, except the Japanese invaders, were considered gentlemen.

Even German pilots strictly abide by the gentlemanly code of air combat on the battlefield.

For example, the opponent will not continue shooting after parachuting.

There will be no shooting at civilians on the ground.

All countries have defaulted to this unspoken rule.

Only the Japanese invaders were not human, so they did not follow the rules and committed many crimes.

"Report!"

Suddenly, a staff officer came in a hurry.

Zhang Yong looked motionless, as if nothing had happened.

I feel like things should have nothing to do with me.

result……

"Sir Commissioner, Minister Min, please come over."

"What's up?"

"The Soviet pilot would like to discuss a technical issue with you."

"What technical problem?"

"It's about air combat."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yong's mind moved.

What do these big noses want to do?

Just arrived at Nanchang Airport, do you want to trouble me, Zhang Yong, by name?

Discussing technical issues?

You want to show off to me in person.

So what do I do?

A slap in the face, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

So we came to the track.

Min Rou came forward and said, "Mr. Commissioner..."

"It's okay. I'll communicate with them directly." Zhang Yong doesn't need anyone else in the middle.

He speaks Russian.

If you have any questions, you can communicate directly.

If you want to slap me in the face, just do it directly. Without politeness.

"Davarisi..."

Zhang Yong directly squeezed into the Soviet pilots.

Good guy, I really feel the heavy pressure.

The main reason is that the physiques of these old men are indeed very strong. They are almost one third taller than Zhang Yong.

Even though pilots have strict weight restrictions, it feels like every big guy weighs more than 80 kilograms.

Poor Zhang Yong, he only weighs over 60 kilograms.

"Davarisi..."

Those Soviet pilots were happy.

Well, I am indeed very happy. It turns out that the other party can speak Russian.

This will be easier to handle.

In fact, they don't like translation either.

Especially women.

"I'm Kutakhov, nice to meet you."

"My name is Zhang! James Zhang..."

Zhang Yong greeted the other party skillfully in Russian. He was neither humble nor overbearing.

No matter what the competition is, there seems to be no possibility of losing. Even if it is a bad handshake from the person who comes.

Sure enough, Kutakhov stretched out his hand. His big, furry hand.

Zhang Yong also extended his hand.

shake hands.

Apply force directly.

Don't pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Just add more force.

Sorry. I'm in a hurry. If you want to "discuss" something, I hope it can be done soon.

"Davarisi, you are too strong."

As a result, Kutakhov soon shouted out and waved his hands.

Zhang Yong then let go of his hand.

Didn't you notice that the other party was exerting force?

Oh, maybe the other party didn’t mean to discuss wrist strength?

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

Alas, online novels kill people! I am too poisoned...

Change the topic quickly.

"By the way, what technical issues do you want to discuss?"

"Zhang, you shot down six Japanese planes. We really want to know how you did it."

"Tail biting."

"Is it that simple?"

"How about we go to heaven to practice?"

"OK."

Kutakhov obviously wanted to know.

Other Soviet pilots also wanted to know, so arrangements were made immediately.
To be continued...