There are many types of frequencies in airborne radio communications. You need to adjust to the correct frequency to connect.

Try again and again.

As a result, the other party did not respond.

40 kilometers…

30 kilometers…

The call still went unanswered.

Continue to adjust the frequency. Still no response.

Okay. If there is really no response, there is nothing you can do.

I've done my best. Let him be.

20 kilometers…

Finally, there was noise on the radio.

It's a good thing if there is noise. It means that the frequency adjustment is relatively close.

Fine-tuning.

Call in Russian.

"SB-2 Bomb Group, can you hear me?"

Call repeatedly.

Finally there was a response.

"Who are you? Why are you calling?"

"I am the National Air Force flying from Hankou Airport. My name is Zhang Yong."

"What's the matter with you?"

"To the northeast, eighty kilometers away, there are a large number of Japanese fighter jets, ready to intercept you. You need to adjust your course to 180 and fly due south to avoid the Japanese fighter jets."

"We have received no relevant information."

"Your route and timetable have been leaked. The original route is no longer safe."

"We can't believe you."

"If you fly along the original route, you may encounter enemy planes. If you fly south, you will definitely not encounter enemy planes. Make your own choice!"

Zhang Yong ended the communication.

That's what his character is like.

I told you the danger. You decide for yourself.

If you don't believe it and continue heading for the trap, I won't stop you.

Good words can't persuade the devil to die.

Compassion does not save itself but kills others.

Zhang Yong himself also turned around and headed south to avoid encountering Japanese fighter jets.

These precious Martin bombers cannot be lost.

Look at the time. It's almost 12 noon.

Just in time, return, land, and have a meal.

I can drink Coke again...

Let’s take a nice break at noon. We have to hold a press conference in the afternoon.

Commander Qian will arrange all the preparations for the press conference. All he, Zhang Yong, needs to do is attend.

To put it simply, it means sitting on the podium, being photographed and being interviewed.

The press conference is over. There should be a celebration banquet with lots of eating and drinking.

Then, it’s night and sleep.

In the middle of the night, we went out to bomb the Japanese invaders' ground targets.

Return to the airport after dawn and land safely.

That's it for a day's itinerary.

Beautiful...

The air command map showed that those SB-2 bombers did not change their route and continued to fly towards Xiangyang.

A few minutes later, they reunited with the Japanese fighter formation.

Then, the two colors overlap and become difficult to distinguish from each other.

Zhang Yong did not look back.

There is no turmoil in my heart.

Asked for it.

Don't listen to advice.

Return.

Back to Hanyang Airport.

"Didi!"

"Didi!"

Tower call.

Open communication.

"Shaolong, can you hear me?" Commander Qian's voice came anxiously.

"I heard." Zhang Yong replied, "Is something wrong?"

"The Soviet SB-2 bomber group sent an urgent message saying that it was attacked by Japanese fighter jets on the way..."

"I know."

"What? You already know?"

"I just warned them in advance that there were Japanese fighter planes ahead. I suggested that they change their course and fly towards Yichang, but they didn't accept it. Then they encountered the Japanese fighter planes."

"them……"

Commander Qian was silent.

So that’s it! There’s nothing we can do about it.

I hope those Soviets are okay. Sigh.

landing.

Return.

Slowly drive the bomber into the side road.

In the huge Hankou Airport, all aircraft are placed in the open air. They are subject to wind, rain, sun and rain.

What?

Hangar? It doesn’t exist.

There is no such fine chaff. It can't even withstand the rain. What do you call an airplane?

Stop.

Huang Zhicheng led people to move the ladder.

Zhang Yong smiled. Not bad. He got into the role so quickly.

Don't worry.

From now on, the maintenance and repair of these bombers will be handed over to Huang Zhicheng.

Get off the plane.

Return your feet to the ground.

Xu Huansheng, Tong Yanbo and others are all there.

Seeing Zhang Yong's safe return, their confidence increased greatly.

Since Zhang Yong was able to fly the plane into the sky and then come back safely, it means that there is no problem with the plane.

Then, as long as they practice hard, they will be able to successfully take off sooner or later.

Zhang Yong found McCoy looking at him stupidly.

"Is something wrong?"
To be continued...