Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 1382, met a master

"These guys..."

"Everyone is so rough and arrogant..."

"You're not afraid of squeezing me out..."

Zhang Yong secretly resented.

I feel like these Soviet pilots are all genuine.

My love for you is shown unabashedly. It's just that the way of expression is a bit too intense.

Most people really can't bear it.

【Your adventure experience increases】

[Your overall physical fitness +1]

System hindsight.

Better than nothing.

If not for this, my small body would have been squeezed to pieces.

Oh, if there is no system, I may die just after crossing. Where is the opportunity to stand here and enjoy life?

finally…

Push these hot guys away.

"Everyone, lunch is ready." Zhang Ping came up to the rescue just in time.

"It's time to eat. It's time to eat." Zhang Yong greeted in Russian.

A group of big guys immediately cheered up.

Enter the restaurant.

Smells vodka.

Sure enough, wherever these big guys go, vodka follows.

In fact, vodka is very cheap. At least it's much cheaper than red wine. If possible, it is entirely possible for Huaxia to brew it itself.

The staple food is beef and potatoes.

Exclusively for Soviet pilots. Chinese people do not have such treatment.

China’s own pilots eat pork ribs stewed with potatoes. No beef. At that time, beef was in hot demand.

Especially in places like Nanchang, large quantities of beef are hard to find.

If you are in Lanzhou, there are many.

All Soviet aid was concentrated in Lanzhou and then distributed to various theaters.

Air Force assistance, mainly aircraft, was also concentrated in Lanzhou. For a time, the small Lanzhou actually became the most eye-catching presence in the northwest.

"Zhang, you are a hero!" Kutakhov came up to toast.

A full glass of vodka.

Zhang Yong:…

Deadly.

These guys.

I'm not good at drinking!

In my previous life, I poured a bottle of beer. This life seems like...

However, hospitality is hard to deny.

To be serious, this is proletarian sentiment!

Really, he could feel the strong proletarian friendship from the other party...

Nothing selfish.

They left their motherland and came to a strange land thousands of miles away to fight the Japanese...

So far, double digits of Soviet pilots have died.

After some sacrifices, the bodies were not found. From then on, loyal bones were buried everywhere in the mountains.

There's just something I can't figure out.

Why are they all Bolsheviks, but they choose to cooperate with the government...

It seems that the Bolsheviks in China are in Yan'an...

Stop it.

Stop it.

Don't dare to think too much.

Take the wine glass. Drink it all in one gulp.

Dry!

Give it your all.

It doesn’t matter if you’re drunk anyway.

Yang Lichu was next to her. She will take care of the aftermath.

wrong.

Wrong.

It's Teio. Not an afterthought.

One glass of wine shouldn't kill you.

My throat feels a little hot. Sure enough, it is a liquor with over 60 degrees alcohol content!

If I drink this big cup, I will probably have to lie down for two days.

Don’t even think about going to Chongqing tonight.

result…

After drinking a lot of alcohol...

Huh?

Seems okay?

It just feels like my internal organs are a little hot.

Then…

There is no more.

Not drunk. No dizziness either.

It's like drinking a glass of warm water. Well, the temperature is slightly higher. It's okay to drink more hot water...

"Bah bang bang!"

"Bah bang bang!"

A group of big guys applauded enthusiastically.

Obviously, they all admire Zhang Yong's heroism very much.

There are really not many others who dare to drink it all in one go.

Even they themselves have to weigh it up.

Zhang Yong glanced at Yang Lichu in the distance and found that she was quietly biting her lip. Apparently he was worried that he would collapse soon.

result…

It's really okay.

No feeling at all. Still very energetic.

Judgment is the result of systematic strengthening of physical fitness. Including alcohol consumption.

"open!"

Yegorov enthusiastically introduced the beef and potatoes.

Zhang Yong is not polite either. Pass the plate directly.

"open!"

Parlov came up to toast again.

Obviously, this guy wants to bring Zhang Yong down completely.

Proletarian feelings are so direct. If you don't fail, it will appear that I am not sincere enough.

"good!"

Zhang Yong took it. Drink it all in one gulp.

fine. There is a system to save lives. I can take you all down by myself.

Let you fully understand what the Chinese people's drinking capacity is. I can defeat a whole group of you by myself. Even a flying group!

How to say it?

From now on, your Marshal Rokossovsky will call me "big brother" at the wine table.

Sure enough, after another glass of vodka, nothing happened.

"Bah bang bang!"

"Bah bang bang!"

Many big guys applauded enthusiastically again.

There is light in each eye. I think this is a true friend.

Those who cannot drink vodka are not friends who have died.

"Come again!"

Zhang Yong was so angry.

Not drunk though. But he started to talk grandly.

So what, what do we Chinese people say, three drinks as a penalty? wrong. I'll have three drinks first. It's up to you.

After I finish drinking these three glasses, it will be my turn to toast you. Hit them in circles and knock you all down.

"Bah bang bang!"

"Ah bang bang"

Another round of applause.

Yegorov himself brought a full glass of vodka.

Zhang Yong took it. Hold your head high. Drink it all in one gulp. There was no hesitation. Finally, the wine glass is turned over.

Only a few drops of vodka fell into the glass. The others were all finished.

"open!"

"open!"

The big guys got even more excited.

Zhang Yong burped.

Huh? Do you still hiccup after drinking alcohol? Is there any mistake...

Okay, three cups passed. Now it's my turn to fight back against you. Get ready to face the strong wind!

He placed the wine glass heavily on the table and shouted, "Come again! Which of you will follow..."

"I'll do it!" Kutakhov couldn't wait to agree.

Then pour yourself a drink.

Fill up.

Pick up the wine glass. Drink it all in one gulp.

Zhang Yong took the wine bottle and filled it himself. Then he drank it all in one gulp.

"Bah bang bang!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

The two empty wine glasses were put down heavily.

It was filled with people immediately.

Then…

Each held a cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Three cups…

Five cups…

Kutakhov finally fell.

Zhang Yong was in high spirits, his eyes were shining, and he even blew a kiss to Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu:…

This bastard!

It’s a shame that I’m still so worried!

I didn’t expect that I can drink so well!

Were those female spies from the past deceived like this?

They all wanted to convince him, but ended up getting in on their own.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

Zhang Yong waved his wine glass.

Not drunk. But I feel like I am already the king of heaven.

wrong.

The King of Heaven ranks second. Put yourself first.

you!

They all fell to me!

Today, no one is allowed to stand! Climb them all!

What?

Can't drink?

fine. It's okay for you to get drunk.

If the Japanese planes arrive, I can deal with them alone...

Besides, I still have a flying brigade!

"continue!"

"continue!"

He kept shouting.

Finally, the last big guy was brought down.

"you…"

"this…"

The big guy gave a thumbs up.

Totally convinced.

It's crazy.

If the other party is alone, drink a dozen of them!

"Plop!"

The last big guy fell.

Heaped together in a mess with other companions.

Fortunately, the restaurant floor is relatively clean. It's okay to lie down for a while.

"Are you crazy?"

Yang Lichu finally couldn't help but come over.

Zhang Yong proudly made a victory gesture towards her. Earned with pride. Get carried away.

Haha, these guys really don’t drink.

"Commissioner..."

Zhang Ping approached cautiously.

Observe Zhang Yong carefully. Make sure the other person is not drunk.

"Give them each a blanket. Also make some sobering soup." Zhang Yong said casually, "Keep the guard post far away."

"Okay." Zhang Ping agreed, suddenly relieved, "The commissioner is still great. We can all be quiet in the future."

"How to say?"

"In other airports, many people have been vomited due to drinking problems."

"Yeah?"

"Wang Shuming, who had just returned from studying abroad, didn't know how high the sky was and took the initiative to fight. As a result, he suffered stomach bleeding on the spot. He was sent to the hospital."

"So fierce?"

"They have a ban on carrying alcohol bottles into the sky."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Maybe this is the characteristic of a fighting nation. They really don't seem to give up drinking.

Vodka in the left hand, Bobosha in the right hand...singing Katyusha and shouting Ula...

Then he rushed up.

You said, Desan has a powerful army!

At the beginning of the war, the stronger group defeated France and surrendered in forty days.

However, when encountering a fighting nation...

Leng was overturned by a car.

Was the Songhu battlefield tragic?

Tragic.

But compared with the Soviet-German battlefield, it is really not on the same level.

Whether it was the firepower of the national army or the Japanese invaders, there was no chance to cover the flanks on the Soviet-German battlefield. The Soviet-German battlefield is the real **** on earth.

In one Stalingrad, the ammunition dropped by both sides was enough for hundreds of Songhu battlefields.

A class-A division like the Japanese aggressors might not be able to last even three days if deployed on the Soviet-German battlefield.

If it doesn't work well, he'll be beaten in one day.

"Well…"

Hiccups.

So full.

Not drunk. But very filling.

My stomach is full of water. But he had no intention of going to the toilet.

Yang Lichu brought sobering soup.

Zhang Yong:…

Doesn't seem necessary?

But others brought it.

So he took it and drank it in one gulp.

It's okay.

I feel very energetic.

Looking for something to do. It would be best if a Japanese plane arrives...

result…

A miracle happened.

He wants Japanese planes to appear...

It really showed up.

The air map showed that a Japanese aircraft appeared in the east.

All alone, just one.

It may take off from Hangzhou Jianqiao Airport and then arrive at Nanchang Airport.

Check.

It's a Type 97 fighter jet.

It was an aircraft of the Red Deer Air Force of the Japanese Army.

But why only one?

Keep checking.

It was discovered that the Japanese aircraft did not carry bombs.

Of course, the machine gun is equipped with ammunition.

Are they out for reconnaissance?

You know, there is a huge relationship between the aircraft's range and load capacity.

If fighter jets do not carry bombs, they can increase their range a lot.

For example, if the Japanese invaders' 96 Land Attack did not carry any bombs, its range would be more than 4,000 kilometers.

But what would you do if you didn't bring a bomb?

Wasting gas?

Unless it's reconnaissance.

This Type 97 fighter jet may have come out for reconnaissance.

In fact, aerial reconnaissance is very frequent.

In the era without radar, you might not even know that an enemy aircraft was coming or passing by.

It just so happened that Zhang Yong was free to point to the map.

Therefore, any aircraft movement within a radius of about 350 kilometers will be prompted.

Even if only one plane is dispatched.

"Well…"

Burping again.

So full. Want to be active. digestion.

Just in time, the Japanese plane arrived. There is only one again. I just happened to be flirting with the other person.

Let’s go one-on-one! Not only high and low, but also life and death!

"Zhang Ping!"

"arrive!"

"There is a Japanese aircraft attacking from the direction of Hangzhou. It may invade Huizhou, Wuyuan, Jingdezhen and other places."

"Now?"

"Yes. I will take off immediately to fight. The battlefield may be over Huizhou and Wuyuan."

"Understood. I will immediately notify the local garrison to pay attention."

"good."

Zhang Yong is ready to take off.

In fact, there is nothing to prepare.

Just wear two more sweaters. Resistant to cold. It's cold at high altitudes.

Some other flight jacket or something. Not needed at the moment. The height is generally about four thousand meters.

"No need to hang bombs."

"Just load the machine gun with bullets."

Zhang Yong ordered.

Since the Japanese aircraft needed long range, so did he.

Without any bombs mounted, the range of the BA-65 fighter jet can reach about 1,200 kilometers.

Enough to deal with Japanese aircraft. If the other party is a master.

take off.

accelerate.

hover.

Then fly due east.

The air map showed that the Japanese aircraft had arrived over Huizhou.

Huizhou is actually a pretty good name, but I don’t know why it was changed later.

Changshan Zhao Zilong is very imposing.

If you want to yell, Zhao Zilong from Shijiazhuang, then...

Keep flying forward.

50 kilometers…

Start avoiding the opponent's route.

Operation as always. Just go around behind the target and bite its tail.

10 kilometers…

5 kilometers…

Japanese aircraft entered the radar map range.

Only a red dot is shown. It shows that there is only one Japanese pilot. They should be out for reconnaissance.

If you can do reconnaissance alone, you are a master.

Quietly biting its tail.

1000 meters…

600 meters…

About to enter firing range.

Suddenly, the Japanese aircraft quickly turned over and then flew sideways.

Oh, it was discovered.

He is indeed a master.

Although he successfully bit his tail, he had no chance to fire.

It is difficult to hit when firing from 600 meters away. The 7.7mm machine gun has limited lethality.

According to standard requirements, fire should be fired within 200 meters.

No more than 300 meters.

Otherwise, it's just a waste of ammunition.

Calm down.

Silently watching the other person escape.

fine. You run away first. I'll wait for you to stabilize. I'll bite your tail again.

Suddenly I realized something was wrong.

Damn...

At this time, the urge to urinate is strong...

It's over...

I drank so much just now that I never went to the toilet.

There was also a large bowl of hangover soup brought by Yang Lichu, and she drank it all herself.

I didn't feel it at the time. The result is coming now?

It's terrible...

Damn Japanese invaders. Don't run!

Your uncle is in a hurry and can't continue playing with you. Come up quickly and die.

accelerate.

Circle left.

Appeared behind the Japanese aircraft again.

1000 meters…

800 meters…

"Baga!"

The Japanese pilots were also very alert and immediately found themselves being targeted again.

Without thinking, he immediately rolled over and fled to one side. At the same time, pull up, trying to use speed and maneuverability to avoid the opponent's fire.

Zhang Yong:…

Grass. What a master.

The operation is unremarkable. Just extremely alert.

I bit the tail from behind twice, but it discovered it in advance. Before he even got into firing range, the opponent ran away.

Grass…

Your uncle, I...

If I have time, I will definitely fight with you to the end.

but…

People have three urgent needs...

Don't run away...

accelerate!

Crazy chase!

Tail biting again.

700 meters…

500 meters…

Decisive fire.

"Chi chi chi..."

"Chi chi chi..."

Two strings of bullets poured out.

Unfortunately, it missed. The distance is still too far.

The requirements of a model are all summed up by others. It's really a waste of ammunition to fire from 300 meters away.

If all the ammunition is wasted, the beating will be in vain.

He had no choice but to let go of his hand angrily.

Relax…

If you can't bear it, then don't bear it.

No one else saw it anyway. There is nothing shameful about going back.

As long as you can shoot down enemy planes, you can do anything.

So, spreading all the way...

Gradually happy.

Feeling comfortable all over.

Then he bit the tail of the Japanese aircraft again.

1000 meters…

700 meters…

No fire was fired. Just keep following.

"Baga!"

The Japanese pilots fled in a hurry.

This time, Zhang Yong did not continue to chase. But he thought of a new strategy.

Since biting the tail from behind is useless, then I'll just lay an ambush in the air!

Observe the movements of Japanese aircraft.

Then decisively suddenly appeared from the side.

"Chi chi chi..."

"Chi chi chi..."

Fire continuously.

Unfortunately, it still didn't hit.

A little bit worse. But it's okay. There are still machine gun bullets.

"Baga..."

"Who is so perverted..."

"Why do you always catch me?"

Although there was no hit, the Japanese pilot's mentality had collapsed.

The other party is simply more ghost than ghost.

hateful!

Don't dare to stay any longer.

Hastily turned around. Escape quickly.

It wants to withdraw back to Jianqiao Airport as quickly as possible. Otherwise, it will definitely be shot down.

The opponent's technique is too weird. Completely inexplicable.

result…

Suddenly I realized something was wrong...

The other party appears again!

[To be continued]

(End of chapter)