Chapter 191 Dawari! I'm Here to Take You Home!

On November 15, the border region welcomed the first snowfall of this winter.

At 6:30 in the morning, Huang He yawned and began to wash up with sleepy eyes.

Looking at the sparse snowflakes outside the house, he thought of the north where he used to work, so he stretched his muscles and said to himself:

"The temperature in the border region is still comfortable. It feels like winter but not too exaggerated. It's not like the Russians, where some areas actually started snowing in late September."

"It's really outrageous, it's outrageous!"

The mention of the north inadvertently reminded Huang He of his old friend Makarov.

The other party was so anxious to return home at that time, he must have gone to participate in the Soviet-Finnish Winter War, and I don't know how he is now.

Thinking about it for a while, it made him a lot more energetic.

But if there is a choice, he must go back to sleep. The earthen kang is so warm, who can resist the temptation to get on the kang?

It's a pity that Huang lives next door to a self-disciplined file king, not to mention that he is his nominal leader, so he has no choice but to get up early.

After putting on his cotton-padded jacket and cotton pants, Huang He came to Lao Zeng's courtyard with ease. He went straight to the restaurant after entering the door. The two have been eating breakfast together recently.

The cold wind brought in when the door was opened made the director shiver with cold, and he glared at the person who sat down by himself.

"The first time I heard of your name was because Zhang Wanhe sent a batch of new cotton clothes to the border area. To be honest, the cotton you brought back is of high quality, not worse than the border at all."

Speaking of the border, the director suddenly thought of the flight cadets, so he asked curiously:

"Didn't you mention the cadets of the aviation school some time ago? What progress has been made in this matter now? I remember that the next batch of planes will arrive in the border area in December, so we have to hurry up and push the progress."

This question made Huang He a little painful. At this stage, SHC has already had the idea of ​​changing camps.

The Eighth Office just sent back the news the day before yesterday. The other party asked for 500 rifles and 50,000 rounds of bullets for each student before they would release them.

And they also specifically told us not to use junked Japanese goods, but only French weapons for the Eighth Route Army.

The conditions were not unacceptable. After all, the quantity was not large, and the production capacity of the rifle factory in the border area could easily produce them.

The main reason was that Huang He didn't want to suffer this loss, but considering that the two sides had a clear paper agreement, he could only hold his nose and redeem the people.

But now there is still a problem, that is, which team to send and how many people should be arranged in this team.

After all, the neighbors in the west are not honest people. With so many weapons, they may encounter robbery. At that time, let alone redemption, they may lose both people and money.

Just when Huang He was about to discuss this matter with the director, there was a sudden noise outside the compound, and it sounded like someone stopped him.

"Товарищ, отойдите, мойдругвнутри."

The two people in the restaurant can understand Russian. They have worked in the north. A strange Maozi suddenly appeared in the border area for no reason. Anyone who encounters this will be curious.

When Huang He wiped his mouth and ran out to eat melon, he actually saw a familiar figure.

When Maozi saw the old acquaintance appear, he immediately moved around the guards with a clever move and rushed towards the other party.

"Huang! Hahaha! Unexpectedly! I Makarov is back again!"

The Siberian man patted his old friend on the back and greeted him enthusiastically. This made the director on the side look confused. He didn't know what the relationship between the two was.

After breaking free from Makarov's bear hug, Huang He looked at his friend who he hadn't seen for a long time with surprise. He always remembered the kindness of the other party who risked his life to send him back to the border area.

"Lao Ma!? What's going on? Are you here to perform the transport mission again?"

"How did you know I was in the border area? Did the comrades in the Chang'an Office tell you? You will be punished if you come here without permission!"

The concerned tone of his friend made the Siberian man grin, and he took out a bottle of vodka from his windbreaker with his right hand.

This familiar action made the two of them smile knowingly. On the way back that year, they started drinking like this.

But what happened next was beyond Huang He's expectations. Makarov did not unscrew the bottle cap directly, but clamped the bottle under his left armpit before unscrewing it with his right hand.

The set of actions looked smooth and flowing, and not even a drop of wine was spilled.

"Lao Ma! Where is your left hand? What happened! Why didn't the instructor come?"

After mentioning the instructor, even the Siberian man with a big nerve paused, and his huge body seemed to tremble a little.

"Huang, have you heard of Simon Haye? During an operation, I was injured by him and could not move. I could only lie in the snow and wait for death."

"When I woke up, my left hand was gone, but it looked like someone had treated my wound. Later I found out that the instructor died only ten meters away from me."

"Hey, it should be him who saved me. Let's not talk about these things! Let's drink! It's not easy for us to meet! Who knows when the next time will be."

The director naturally didn't want to spoil the fun of such a gathering of life and death friends.

He told his guards to go to the kitchen to prepare some side dishes, and after taking a look at Makarov's exposed chest hair, he wrapped himself tightly and trotted to work.

The two people in the room started drinking directly, and after half a bottle of vodka, the guard also brought back the snacks. It seemed that he had received a reminder from someone, and the soldier also took three bottles of Fenjiu.

"Old Ma, you won't be punished for drinking with me now. I remember that the members of your transport team must listen to the arrangements of their superiors."

Hearing this question, Makarov showed a sly smile. It's a pity that the Siberian man couldn't hide the matter, and he confessed himself after just a few seconds.

"Who do you look down on? I'm a colonel now. During the Winter War, I met Marshal Timoshenko, and I was promoted at the beginning of this year."

"I am the highest-ranking person in the transport team this time. It's reasonable to take a break after being busy for three months."

"You are doing well. I heard that you are the deputy director. No wonder you gave up the job of the Second Special Design Bureau. I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

After more than a year of not seeing each other, the two have been promoted.

Huang He was also very happy that his friend became a colonel. However, thinking of the cruel battlefield on the Eastern Front in the future, he couldn't help but remind him:

"The situation in Europe is very chaotic now. You should pay more attention in the future. I have already lost a friend and don't want to lose you again."

Makarov stroked his big bald head and looked very lonely.

"Don't worry, I won't go to the battlefield again, and even the transportation work is the last time. After returning home in a while, I will transfer to the reserve. My body can't bear it anymore."

"Hey, I really don't know when we will meet next time. This time I went to Chang'an first, and then went to the capital of the southwest. Your country is fighting everywhere."

"Those damn dwarfs are disgusting! Suka!"

The two drank for a whole morning, and the side dishes were upgraded from peanuts and edamame to pork head and roasted chicken. Huang He vomited several times. But every time he wanted to go back to sleep, he was pulled back by Makarov.

It was called a good name to make up for what he owed last time. At that time, they were all patients and there was no wine to drink in the hospital.

The next morning, the transport team set off on time. Seeing Huang holding his forehead to see him off, Makarov's bald head stuck out from a GAZ-5.

The Siberian man waved the gift he received, a colonel's command knife.

"Huang! Think about whether there is anything I can help you with! This time the entire transport team is penniless, and they didn't even leave a bottle of wine for me. I feel bad that I can't return the gift."

Huang He, who was still a little dizzy, immediately remembered something when he heard this.

I'm afraid no one in the whole country is more familiar with the road from the border area to the border than Makarov. Moreover, the other party has a special identity, and even those blind horse bandits dare not touch him. He is the best candidate to escort the students back.

"Yes, yes, yes! Old Ma, don't leave yet! See if you can help with this matter!"

"Look at it! I promise you anything!"

Makarov is really nice, he really does anything!

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In the aviation school in the capital of the border province, a 23-year-old young man is writing a diary. He seems to be very tired and looks like he has a lot on his mind.

My name is Fang Ziyi, and I am a student of the third term of the Aviation School.

Although Commander-in-Chief Xu said that serious people should never write diaries. But I feel that I must write something, because no one knows whether tomorrow will be worse.

We paid a huge price for the Western Expedition three years ago. After entering Hexi, enemies came from all directions.

At that time, the troops had to make a clear choice, either to build a base, which required dispersing troops to mobilize the masses, but once the troops were dispersed, they could not concentrate on fighting.

But soon the enemy gave us the answer, the troops were alone and lacked support. In the absence of understanding the people's conditions and geography, survival was the primary goal.

It was really hard to hold on to one place, and we were forced to give up the guerrilla warfare and mobile warfare we were good at, and the combat effectiveness of the troops declined significantly.

And that group of enemies was completely different from the previous ones. The number of cavalry was really too large. I can't remember how many comrades died under the opponent's saber.

The enemy's high mobility made it difficult for the troops to chase or not to chase, and they often ran away.

During that time, I often saw Commander-in-Chief Xu sighing.

He always said that we should have seized the opportunity after crossing the river and continued to fight westward.

As long as we could obtain weapons and ammunition from the northern powers, the soldiers would be even more powerful. At that time, we could turn back and sweep eastward, and it would be entirely possible to open up the war and even control the Hexi area.

Alas!

After the failure of the Western Expedition, I and the other more than 400 people withdrew to Xingxing Gorge at the junction of Gansu and Xinjiang after a fierce battle.

Fortunately, two comrades who had just returned to China brought people to meet us. There were more than 50 large cars, which were fully loaded with weapons, clothing and various foods.

There were even military advisers from the north and a battalion of armed forces. After arriving at a safe place, everyone received the task of participating in the selection of flight classes.

Because I joined the regiment at the age of 14, I had a certain cultural foundation.

In addition to my good physical fitness, I stood out from the 400 people and got the opportunity to study in the aviation school.

Before enrollment, the two comrades who met us were about to return to the border area. The two told us to study hard and stay here temporarily after we finish our studies.

On April 12, 1938, the aviation school officially opened. From then on, we began a tense, difficult and bumpy study life.

On the first day of school, we encountered difficulties. None of the comrades had learned mathematics.

In view of this situation, the principal of the aviation school came to teach us in person. He first talked about the importance of aviation theory, and then gave our group of students a test.

After finding out our level, the principal specially made up for us for a period of mathematics, which touched me very much.

In the days to come, learning aviation theory was the biggest difficulty for the comrades.

There were more than 30 courses in total. The courses were very complicated and there were no textbooks or handouts at all. We had to take notes for each course ourselves.

The worst thing was that most of the courses in the aviation school were taught by Russian instructors. Their Chinese was poor and strange, and it sounded like the flavor of the three northeastern provinces.

The translators were not good either. They didn't know how to translate many terms, and often there were situations where the words didn't make sense.

In order not to disappoint the trust of the organization, we had to work overtime. Every day, except for eating and physical training, we stayed in the classroom and basically went back to the dormitory to sleep in the early morning.

After the school found out, they sent people to stop us. Later, we could only take the notebook back to the dormitory and hide in the quilt to study with a flashlight.

Through hard study, the twenty-five of us successfully conquered the aviation theory barrier. The school also changed its view of us and laid a foundation for our future flight training.

After the theoretical study, it was time for the primary training aircraft training.

All the students in the third period were divided into three groups, led by a flight squadron captain and two flight instructors. The three were graduates of the first period, with good skills and patient teaching.

After two days of cockpit practice, the students officially began flight training.

The first flight day was mainly to experience the feeling of taking off. The instructors would take us to experience the whole process from takeoff to landing.

It felt great to soar in the sky, but it was a pity that I vomited and was scolded by the instructor for an afternoon.

Starting from the second flight day, we operated and practiced takeoff and landing, which was the happiest experience. I seemed to see the scene of a battle with the Japanese aircraft, and I looked forward to that day.

The school arranged a relatively continuous flight day. Each comrade flew 20 flight days and 60 takeoffs and landings.

After 5 hours in the air, everyone had mastered the essentials of takeoff and landing relatively skillfully.

Next, the instructors began to conduct individual intensive training for us, arranging 4-5 more takeoffs and landings for those who flew well every day.

When I flew 80 takeoffs and landings and 7 hours in the air, the instructors approved me to fly alone. I was therefore fortunate to become the first person in the third period of the aviation team to fly alone.

Just as our flying skills were gradually improving, the aircraft and pilots of the aviation school were mobilized to the battlefield. It was a bit boring during that time, and I missed the sky very much.

After the war, pilots, especially instructors, needed to take a vacation. However, we took the initiative to apply for maintenance and took the opportunity to learn some ground service skills.

Due to the weak foundation and the suspension of nearly 100 days, the comrades basically forgot all the skills.

As long as the hard work is deep, the iron rod will be ground into a needle. Even if we start from takeoff and landing again, everyone is still very hardworking. In the mid-term assessment, the whole class finished the flight training of the primary trainer with good results.

Time came to March 1939, and I heard that the battle on the front line was very fierce.

This year we started the flight training of the intermediate trainer aircraft, and this stage still started training from takeoff and landing.

But the subsequent subjects are very awesome! For a time, we felt like we were on the battlefield. We began to practice flight training in combat subjects such as aerial reconnaissance, simulated bombing, simulated bombing and live bombing.

Because the comrades were very enthusiastic about actual combat training and their grades were very good, they all received excellent grades in various technical assessments, and the school and the Russian instructors were very satisfied.

But the good days seemed to be over. After the winter of that year, the school introduced new regulations for us.

Not only did we have to register when we went out, we had to be searched when we went out, and even when we went out, there were people following us. There were even strangers around the Eighth Office, as if they were afraid that we would run away.

Some comrades thought that the situation had changed and it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time. They proposed to go north or return to the border area to participate in the war of resistance.

But I always remembered the purpose of coming to the aviation school, and the news from the border area was not unexpected. The superiors asked us to strictly abide by discipline and study with peace of mind.

Moreover, a comrade who had just returned to China came to visit us at the school. He seemed to be a great man, and even SHC had to come out to greet him in person.

Later, the comrade surnamed Huang told us that it would not be long before we could return to the border area, and we would even have our own fighter planes. I wonder if he was just comforting us.

Time came to 1940, and it was indeed comforting. Half a year had passed, and there was no news from the border area. We seemed to have been forgotten.

In a tense atmosphere, the comrades flew two-plane and three-plane formations and long-distance flights, and the flight training of the Chinese trainer aircraft officially ended.

In mid-September! The situation has changed!

Nine new fighter planes came from the north and the big country. This was the promise made by the border area and SHC.

The newly added aircraft made the school's enthusiasm suddenly increase. Everything seemed to have returned to two years ago. Even the flight training of the advanced trainer aircraft, which had been silent before, began immediately.

This stage of training was led by the Russian flight instructor Colonel Semyonov. As the difficulty increased, the danger also increased greatly.

In a roll training, a comrade fell to the ground and died because he failed to recover in time.

It is not too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost. The Russian flight instructors have feelings for their students, and they are also very sad when accidents happen.

In order to improve safety, Colonel Semyonov specially used 4 flight days to arrange 8 takeoffs and landings for each person, specializing in flying spirals, and training the entry and exit essentials of rolling maneuvers.

Fortunately, there were no more accidents, and the third flight team officially ended the advanced training aircraft flight training in mid-November.

The instructors held a graduation ceremony for everyone, ending this nearly 3-year flight training.

According to the agreement between the border area and SHC, all soldiers and ground crews are temporarily incorporated into the other side's aviation team sequence to participate in combat duty.

Alas, I don't know why I have a feeling. My comrades and I may not be able to go back. It doesn't matter if we lose our lives, but it's a pity that we can't pass on our skills to more people.

When Fang Ziyi finished writing his diary and closed the book to go out, a roar suddenly came from outside the aviation school.

"Davari! I'm here to take you home!"

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