Chapter 147: Taking off

Xiao Mei was still crying.

She had no choice but to cry.

What else could she do?

She had already been caught. The last shred of hope had vanished.

What awaited her was a real prison sentence.

There was no turning back. Even if she was deceived, she had to pay the price.

Her biggest mistake was not naming the man in time. This has delayed the investigation.

Now, four days have passed. The memo may have already gone abroad.

Even if it is retrieved, it will have been photographed and archived along the way. The enemy already knows the contents.

Han Wenshan's missing copy may have gone even further afield.

To lose two important documents at once is truly outrageous.

Yet no one dares say anything. No one dares to upset the Madam. And no one dares to expose the Madam's shortcomings.

Zhang Yong is back.

There are some things I still need to ask Xiaomei.

Xiaomei's name is Liu Meijuan. After crying for two or three hours, she finally accepts the reality.

'He's a pilot, isn't he?'

'He...'

'I'm too lazy to persuade you to confess. But just think, who did you fall for? Me? Or someone else?'

'He, he, he, Yang Junjian...'

'His name is Yang Junjian. A pilot?'

'Hmm...'

Xiaomei nodded.

Zhang Yong let out another helpless sigh.

He knew it would turn out like this. A young girl in the flowery season falls into a trap of tenderness.

In the end, she pays such a high price.

Never mind, let's go arrest this Yang Junjian first. He should have already fled.

Come out. Find Zhang Ping.

As arranged by Minister Min, Zhang Ping and Yang Lichu both reported for duty.

Zhang Ping was in charge of daily affairs. As well as arrests.

Yang Lichu was in charge of technology.

'It's Yang Junjian. The pilot. Arrest him immediately.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Ping immediately arranged it.

Behind the Air Ministry is the Daxiaochang Airport.

There are many planes at the airport. And there are also many pilots. All the pilots live in individual suites.

Two bedrooms and a living room.

There are separate bathrooms and spring beds.

This was very advanced at the time.

In particular, the Simmons mattresses specially made for pilots were imported from the United States.

It shows a superior status.

It is easy to imagine how attractive every pilot was to girls. They were simply dream men. No one could resist them.

Apart from the pilots, there were many people behind them.

These included aviation school students. And ground crew, etc.

Four years ago, the Nationalist government began to build this airport with great effort, and used it as the headquarters of the Central Aviation School.

It was officially put into use last year. It is currently the largest airport in the country. It is used by both the military and civilians.

Although it is nighttime. The place is also brightly lit. In this era, this is considered very rare. Madam is still rich!

I feel someone approaching.

It's Yang Lichu.

I tilt my head to look.

She's not wearing glasses. And she's not in uniform.

If I had to say she's wearing something special, she is indeed very special. She's wearing a pair of greyish-blue jeans. Her top is also a thick denim shirt.

Alternative. Absolutely alternative.

At this time, in the territory of China, I guess she's the only one wearing jeans.

'You...'

'I'm not a soldier.'

'You've returned from studying abroad in France?'

'England.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded. He really was an international student.

In the Air Force Department, if you didn't have overseas experience, you probably wouldn't have a chance of getting in.

After all, technical problems and language problems were huge obstacles. The fledgling Jiang's Air Force implemented a policy of borrowing from others. Everything was bought.

Looking back.

Looking at the airport in the distance.

You can see that the types of aircraft are very complicated.

There are at least seven types just in appearance. In other words, there are seven different types of aircraft.

Different models naturally require different maintenance.

The various spare parts and technical processes are also different. To put it bluntly, it would be exhausting. The technical department is expected to collapse.

'Director Yang, at the time when there were the most aircraft, how many were there?'

'One hundred and thirty-three.'

'And now?'

'Tonight there should be sixty-seven.'

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'That's quite a lot,'

Zhang Yong casually responded. It was indeed quite a lot.

At that time, being able to have one hundred aircraft was already a very powerful presence.

Of course, this refers only to China. The major powers are not included.

These 100 aircraft also include those that are serviceable and those that are not. If there are more than 100 serviceable aircraft, then they are almost invincible.

'How many of these aircraft are serviceable?'

'More than 30.'

'An attendance rate of only 50%?'

'You know about attendance rates?'

'I've heard people talk about them. I don't understand. By the way, do you know the P-38 fighter?'

'What?'

'The P-38 Lightning. It has a double fuselage.'

'Never heard of it.'

Yang Lichu shook her head. She said she didn't understand.

Zhang Yong: ...

It's over. The P-38 hasn't come out yet?

Do we have to wait until 1938? That's a long time to wait.

I wanted to take advantage of being a time traveller and introduce Yang Lichu to a really good fighter plane. But it turns out I came too early.

The P-38 Lightning, a two-body demon, was the only thing that could contend with the Zero in the early years of World War II.

This aircraft had a long range, was sturdy, and easy to operate. If the Nationalist Air Force could introduce it...

Unfortunately, it hasn't appeared yet. Then there's nothing we can do.

Apart from the P-38 Lightning, Zhang Yong doesn't know of any other well-known aircraft from this period.

The P-47 Thunderbolt and P-51 Mustang are all things of the future.

'Do you have any knowledge of aircraft?'

'No. I've only heard rumours.'

Zhang Yong firmly denied it.

It's better to avoid trouble than to get into it.

You were just a small patrolman before, how could you possibly know so much about planes? This is nonsense!

If someone were to take notice...

Say, that you're a foreign spy!

That would be tragic.

'Report!'

'Yang Junjian's whereabouts are unknown.'

Suddenly, a lieutenant officer hurriedly came.

Yang Lichu frowned.

Zhang Yong, however, remained calm.

He had expected something like this to happen.

If Yang Junjian wasn't an idiot,

he would have found a way to leave the base. Daxiaochang Airport was so big that even if an order was given to seal it off, it would be impossible to do so meticulously and without a single leak.

Especially since the Air Support Department's own work attitude was a mess.

Secrecy? It basically didn't exist.

In such an environment, Zhang Yong himself could have run away.

Suddenly, he heard a roaring sound.

Did it sound like an engine?

Strange...

He turned to look at Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu had also heard it. She frowned. She searched carefully.

'Someone is taking off in a plane...'

'Yang Junjian!'

Before Yang Lichu could finish, Zhang Yong immediately reacted.

Yang Junjian was not missing. He had gone to the airport. He had not chosen the normal escape route. He had chosen to escape in a plane.

Zhang Ping probably hadn't thought of it.

Because the planes of this era did not have night flight capabilities.

In other words, at night, it is impossible for an aircraft to take off. Even if it manages to take off, landing is extremely dangerous.

Therefore, it is impossible for a normal person to take off at night.

However, Yang Junjian is not a normal person. He is a suspect. He wants to escape. Naturally, he panicked and took the first opportunity.

No.

It should have been premeditated. It had been calculated long ago.

He must have arranged for fuel to be on board an aircraft in advance. Otherwise, how could it fly without fuel?

At the same time, he must have thought about where to make an emergency landing. He may even have simulated it.

Don't forget: he is a pilot. A professional. Once he is in the air, there is nothing the ground can do.

'Damn it! It's him!'

'How is Yang Junjian's flying skill?'

'Very good.'

'Then there is nothing we can do.'

Zhang Yong shakes his head.

He sees someone chasing after him. It's actually useless.

Once the plane is in motion, no outsider can catch up. Shooting is useless too.

Sure enough, a moment later, Yang Junjian took the controls of the plane and quickly lifted off.

It gradually disappeared.

On the ground, there was complete silence.