Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

On November 15th, the border area received its first snowfall this winter.

At six-thirty in the morning, Huang He yawned sleepily and began to wash up.

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

"The temperature in the border area is still comfortable. It feels like winter but not too exaggerated. Unlike Maozi, it actually starts snowing in some areas in late September."

"It's so outrageous that you opened the door for me. It's so outrageous!"

Huang He accidentally mentioned the north, which 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 what he is like now.

After thinking about it for a while, it actually made him energetic.

But if I had a choice, I would definitely go back to sleep. The Tukang is so warm, who can resist the temptation of getting on it?

It's a pity that Huang lives next door to a self-disciplined roll king. What's more, he is still his nominal leader, so he has no choice if he doesn't want to get up early.

After putting on his cotton-padded jacket and trousers, Huang He arrived at Lao Zeng's compound with ease. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the restaurant. The two of them had been having breakfast together recently.

The cold wind brought in when he opened the door made the director shiver, and he glared at the man who was sitting down alone.

"The first time I heard of your name was because Zhang Wanhe sent a batch of new cotton-padded clothes to the border area. Let me tell you, the quality of the cotton you brought back is really high, no worse than the ones from the border area. "

Speaking of the border, the director suddenly thought of the student pilots, so he asked curiously:

"Didn't you mention the students at the aviation school some time ago? What's the progress on this matter now? I remember that the next batch of planes will arrive in the border area in December, so we need to push forward the progress quickly."

This problem has caused Huang He some pain. At this stage, SHC has already considered changing sides.

The Eighth Office over there just sent back the news the day before yesterday. The other party directly said that each student would need 500 rifles and 50,000 rounds of ammunition before they would be released.

Moreover, they also specifically told me not to use tattered Japanese goods to make up for the price, but only the weapons used by the Eighth Route Army for their own use.

The conditions are not unacceptable. After all, the quantity is not very large, and they can be easily produced with the production capacity of the rifle factory in the border area.

Mainly because Huanghe didn't want to suffer the loss of being dumb, but considering that the two parties had a clear agreement on paper, they could only hold their noses and redeem people.

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

After all, the neighbors to the west are not honest people. With so many weapons, they are likely to encounter danger. Don't talk about redeeming people at that time, otherwise you may lose both your people and your money.

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

"Товарищ, отойдите, мойдругвнутри."

The two people in the restaurant can both understand Russian. They both worked in the north. A strange man suddenly appeared in the border area for no apparent reason, which would make anyone who met him curious.

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

When Mao Zi saw his old acquaintance appear, he immediately bypassed the guard with a deft move and rushed toward him.

"Huang! Hahaha! You didn't expect it! I, Makarov, am back again!"

The Siberian man patted his old friend on the back and greeted him warmly. 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 whom he hadn't seen for a long time in surprise. He always remembered the friend's kindness in sending him back to the border area.

"Old horse!? What's going on? Could it be that you are on a transportation mission again?"

"How did you know that I was in the border area? Did the comrades from the Chang'an office tell you? You will be punished if you come here privately!"

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. This was how they started drinking on the way back.

But what happened next was beyond Huang He's expectation. Makarov did not unscrew the bottle cap directly, but held the bottle under his left armpit and unscrewed it with his right hand.

A set of movements seemed to be smooth and smooth, and not even a drop of wine was spilled.

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

After mentioning the instructor, even the nervous Siberian man paused, and his huge body seemed to be trembling.

"Huang, have you heard of Simon Haye? During an operation, I was injured by him and couldn't move. I could only lie in the snow and wait to die."

"When I woke up, my left hand was gone, but it looked like someone had helped me deal with the wound. Later I discovered that the instructor's sacrifice position was only ten meters away from me."

"Hey, he must have saved me. Don't talk about these things anymore! Drink, drink! It's not easy for us to meet! I don't know when the next time will be."

Naturally, the director did not want to ruin the scenery of this kind of gathering of life and death friends.

He asked his guards to go to the cooking class to prepare some snacks. 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 immediately, downing half a bottle of vodka, and the guard also brought back the appetizers. As if he had received a prompt from someone, the soldier also took three bottles of Fenjiu.

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

Hearing this question, Makarov smiled slyly. It's a pity that the Siberian man couldn't hide the matter, and he confessed to himself after only a few seconds.

"Who are you looking down on? I am now a colonel. During the Winter War, I met Marshal Timoshenko, and I was promoted at the beginning of this year."

"I am the one with the highest military rank in the transport team this time. It makes sense to take a break after being busy for three months."

"You are doing quite well. I heard you are now the deputy director. No wonder you gave up your job in the Second Special Design Bureau. I didn't expect you to be so good."

After not seeing each other for more than a year, the two of them have improved respectively.

Huang He was also very happy when 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 I don't want to lose you again."

Makarov curled his bald head, looking very lonely.

"Don't worry, I won't go to the battlefield again. Even the transportation work will be my last. After returning to China after a while, I will be transferred to the reserve force. My body is already a little overwhelmed."

"Hey, I really don't know when we will meet next time. This time I went to Chang'an first, and then to the southwest capital. There are wars everywhere in your country."

"Those damn dwarves are so disgusting! Sokka!"

The two of them drank all morning, and the snacks were upgraded from peanuts and edamame to pork head meat and roast chicken. Huang He even vomited several times. But every time he wanted to go back to sleep, Makarov would forcefully pull him back.

The beauty of its name is to make up for what was owed last time. They were all sick at the time, and there was no alcohol in the hospital.

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

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

"Huang! Think about it quickly and see if there is anything I can do to help you! This time the entire transportation team is completely broke. They didn't even keep a bottle of wine for themselves. I feel bad if I can't return the gift."

Huang He, who was still a little dizzy, immediately remembered something after hearing these words.

I'm afraid no one in the entire Republic knows the road from the border area to the border better than Makarov. Moreover, the other party has a special status, and even those blind bandits dare not touch him. He is the best person to escort the students back.

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

"What the hell! I promise you anything!"

Makarov is so interesting, he is really good at anything!

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In the aviation school in the border provincial capital, a 23-year-old young man was writing a diary. He seemed tired and worried.

My name is Fang Ziyi, and I am a student in the third phase of aviation school.

Although Commander Xu said that serious people must not keep diaries. But I felt I had to write something. No one knows if 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 army had to make a clear choice, either to build a base area. This option required dispersing the 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. When people and geography are unknown, survival is the primary goal.

It was really difficult to stick to one place, and I was forced to give up the guerrilla warfare and mobile warfare that I was good at. The combat effectiveness of the troops dropped significantly.

Moreover, that group of enemies was completely different from the previous ones. There were so many cavalry that I no longer remember how many comrades died under the opponent's sabers.

The enemy's high mobility makes it impossible for the troops to chase them, or not to chase them. They often slip away.

During that time, I often saw Commander Xu sighing.

He always said that after crossing the river, we should seize the opportunity and attack directly to the west.

As long as they can obtain weapons and ammunition assisted by the northern powers, the soldiers will definitely be even more powerful. At that time, if we return to the division to sweep across and point eastward, it is entirely possible to open up the battle and even control the Hexi area.

Why!

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

Fortunately, two comrades who had just returned to China came to pick us up. That was more than fifty large cars, loaded with weapons, clothing and all kinds of food.

There were even military advisors from the north and a battalion of armed forces accompanying them. After arriving at a safe place, everyone received the task of participating in the selection into the flying squad.

Since I joined the Youth League at the age of 14, I have a certain cultural foundation.

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

Before enrollment, the two comrades who supported 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, the intense, difficult and bumpy study life began.

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

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

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

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

There are more than thirty courses in total. The courses are very complicated and there are no textbooks or handouts at all. We have to take notes for each course.

The most terrible thing is that most of the classes in the aviation school are taught by instructor Mao Zi. Their Chinese is poor and strange, and it sounds like the three eastern provinces.

The translators are not very good either. I don’t know how to translate many terms, and often the words don’t make sense.

In order to live up to the organizational trust, we must work overtime. In addition to eating and physical training every day, I spend time in the classroom and basically go back to the dormitory to sleep in the early morning.

When the school found out, they sent someone to stop us, so we had to take our notebooks back to the dormitory and study under the covers with a flashlight.

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

After the theoretical study is completed, it is time to train the initial teaching machine.

All students in the third phase were divided into three groups, led by a squadron leader and two flight instructors. All three are first-term graduates, and they are both skilled and patient in teaching.

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

The first flight day is mainly about experiencing the feeling of taking off. The instructor will take us to experience the whole process from takeoff to landing.

It felt great to fly in the sky, but it was a pity that I threw up and was scolded by the instructor all afternoon.

Starting from the second flying day, we practiced takeoff and landing. It was the happiest experience. I seem to have seen the scene of a battle with Japanese planes, and I look forward to that day.

The flying days arranged by the school were relatively continuous. Each of the comrades flew 20 flying days and 60 takeoffs and landings.

After five hours of air time, everyone has mastered the essentials of takeoff and landing relatively proficiently.

Next, the instructor began to conduct individual assault training for us, and arranged 4-5 more takeoffs and landings for those who were good at flying every day.

When I reached 80 takeoffs and landings and had 7 hours of air time, the instructor approved my first solo flight. Therefore, I was honored to be the first person to fly alone in the third phase of the aviation team.

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

After the war, pilots, especially instructors, need to take a vacation. However, we took the initiative to apply to participate in maintenance and took the opportunity to learn some ground handling skills.

Due to a weak foundation and grounding for nearly a hundred days, the comrades have basically forgotten all the technology.

As long as the hard work is ground into a needle, even if you start learning from the ups and downs, everyone will still work hard. In the mid-term assessment, the whole class completed the flight training of the beginner's aircraft with good results.

The time came in March 1939, and I heard that the front line was fighting fiercely.

This year we started flight training on intermediate trainer aircraft. This stage of training still starts with takeoff and landing.

But the subsequent subjects are very impressive! It once felt like going to 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 are very enthusiastic about practical training and their results are also very good, all technical examinations have received excellent results. The school and instructor Mao Zi are very satisfied.

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

Not only do you have to register when you go out, but you also have to be searched when you go out. There are people watching you when you go out. There were even strangers moving around near the Eighth Office, as if they were afraid that we would run away.

Some comrades believed that the situation had changed and it was not suitable 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. Our superiors require us to strictly observe discipline and study with peace of mind.

Moreover, a comrade who had just returned to China came to the school to visit us. He seemed to be such a big shot that even the SHC had to come out to greet us in person.

Later, the comrade surnamed Huang told us that it wouldn't be long before everyone could return to the border area, and we would even have our own fighter jets by then. I don't know if he was simply comforting us.

When the time came to 1940, it was indeed a relief. Half a year has passed, and there has been no news from the border area. We seem to have been forgotten.

In a tense atmosphere, the comrades completed two- and three-plane formations and long-distance voyages, and the flight training of the Chinese teaching aircraft officially ended.

Mid-September! Things have changed!

From the big country in the north, nine new fighter planes arrived. This was the promise made by the border area and SHC.

The newly added aircraft made the school's enthusiasm suddenly increase. Everything seemed like it was back two years ago. Even the higher education aircraft flight training, which had been silent, started immediately.

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

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

It's not too late to remedy the situation. Flight instructor Mao Zi has feelings for his students, and they will be sad if an accident occurs.

In order to improve safety, Colonel Semyonrov specially spent 4 flying days, arranging eight take-offs and landings for each person, specializing in spiral flying, and training on the entry and exit of roll movements.

Fortunately, no more accidents occurred, and the third flight team officially ended its high-education aircraft flight training in mid-November.

The instructors held a graduation ceremony for everyone, ending nearly three years of flight training.

According to the agreement between the border area and SHC, all soldiers and ground staff were temporarily integrated into the opponent's air force and participated in combat duty.

Hey, I don’t know why I feel this way. My comrades and I may not be able to go back, and it doesn't matter if we lose our lives. It's just a pity that we can't hand over 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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