On March 22, 1940, businessmen, people, and technical researchers in Jincheng heard a rumbling sound above their heads at the same moment.

Everyone was half frightened and half curious and looked up at the sky. More than 20 big black birds came from the south, circled over the city and then flew straight to the airport.

Many people recognized the big bird flying overhead as an airplane, and at that moment their whole bodies were shrouded in fear.

All the planes of the national army had been lost in previous battles, and everyone thought that the plane that appeared overhead was a Japanese plane.

Some people ran a few steps in panic, but felt puzzled.

If it was a Japanese air raid, why didn't the air defense siren sound? In addition, the patrols on the street remained calm as always, without any panic.

"It's our plane!"

More and more people responded, and the whole city was enveloped in cheers.

It had been several years since the common people had seen their own plane, so you can imagine how excited they were.

In the sky, Zhou Yingshan saw countless people waving to him. After thinking for a while, he led the flight formation to circle over the city before landing towards the airport.

Jiang Dong, Xie Chengrui, Wu Zhan, Zhang Shengqing and others stood at the airport, with excited smiles on their faces. From today on, the air power of the Sixth Corps will no longer be zero!

23 planes flew neatly over the airport, as if saluting the new sky, the new airport and their new commander.

The rumbling roar of the engine rang in his ears. Jiang Dong remained motionless, his eyes slightly moist.

"Sir, the Overseas Chinese Airlines National Rescue Flying Team is officially reporting to you!"

Zhou Yingshan led more than 20 pilots to line up neatly in front of Jiangdong, and then saluted at the same time.

More than 20 people had bright eyes and serious expressions.

Jiang Dong raised his right hand and returned the greeting solemnly.

After the ceremony, Zhou Yingshan introduced the pilot beside him to Jiangdong.

Zhou Yingshan was previously the chief instructor of the Overseas Chinese Flying Training School in the United States. Nearly half of these pilots were his students and they were all very familiar with each other.

Jiang Dong warmly shook hands with these proud men and spoke words of encouragement over and over again.

After meeting everyone, Jiang Dong couldn't wait to walk to the plane parked behind him.

Zhou Yingshan and others smiled to express their understanding and followed Jiang Dong in formation.

The fighter jets parked in front of Jiangdong were all Hawker IIIs. The appearance of these fighter jets was easy to identify. Jiangdong walked over and stroked the fuselage affectionately.

Xie Chengrui, Zhang Shengqing and others also ran to the side of the plane, raising their heads and looking at it with curiosity and surprise.

Zhou Yingshan cleared his throat and introduced seriously:

"The Hawker III fighter has a wingspan of 9.6 meters, a length of 7.7 meters, and a height of 3 meters. It has a maximum horizontal flight speed of 360 kilometers per hour, a combat ceiling of 8,400 meters, and a range of 1,200 kilometers.

It is equipped with a 12.7mm machine gun and a 7.62mm machine gun, and can mount a 200kg bomb or four 50kg bombs!

We flew the Hawker III for a long time after training and everyone here is extremely skilled in flying this aircraft!”

Jiang Dong nodded while listening. He actually knew the performance of the Hawker III fighter jet very well.

To be honest, the performance of the Hawker III fighter has fallen behind a bit, but this is compared to the aircraft of Germany and the Soviet Union. In Japan, before the large-scale installation of the Zero fighter, the Hawker III is still capable of competing with the aircraft in China.

Japanese aircraft competed with each other.

The Hawker III is the most easily available fighter jet for overseas Chinese. The United States has no plans to export or sell other advanced fighter jets. It was also the main combat aircraft equipped by the Chinese Air Force.

Although the performance was a bit outdated, Jiangdong was extremely happy to have 23 fighter jets appear in front of him.

Jiangdong handed over the penicillin transaction to the Fuxing Chamber of Commerce. Ding Beifeng and Thomas conducted several rounds of negotiations and finally reached an agreement. The Rockefeller family would pay half of the payment in U.S. dollars and exchange the other half for tanks and aircraft of equal value.

Kodong will soon have greater numbers of fighters and bombers.

The huge economic benefits brought by penicillin will be transformed into military strength!

Jiangdong looked at the 23 aircraft one by one, touching each one several times. It was already half an hour after he had looked around.

"I plan to use 15 fighter jets to form a squadron, and other aircraft and trainer aircraft will be used to train our own pilots."

Jiang Dong looked at more than 20 pilots and said, his smile faded and his eyes became serious and serious.

"You are new here. I don't know much about you. Who will be a combat pilot and who will be a flight school instructor? You can discuss it yourself..."

Zhou Yingshan took a step forward and said loudly to Jiang Dong:

"Sir, don't worry, they are all my students, I will make arrangements!"

"Yeah!" Seeing that the others had no intention of expressing their opinions, Jiang Dong nodded.

"The flight school also needs a principal..."

Zhou Yingshan blinked. He understood Jiang Dong's meaning and stretched out his hand to pull out a person from behind.

"Sir, this is my former deputy at the flight school. He has rich flying experience and knows how to teach. I recommend him to be the principal of the flight school!"

"Sir, Zhang Aiguo, a humble official, is reporting to you!"

Jiang Dong's eyes narrowed, because Zhang Aiguo had black eyes and yellow hair, and seemed to be of mixed race.

Zhou Yingshan saw Jiang Dong's doubts. He patted Zhang Aiguo on the shoulder and explained:

"Sir, this guy is a cross between a Chinese man and a white man. He was only named Zhang Aiguo last month!"

Zhou Yingshan's words were impolite, but Zhang Aiguo was not angry. He and the pilot students behind him laughed together.

Jiang Dong was stunned for a moment and then smiled and said:

"In that case, I will leave the flight school to you!"

Zhang Aiguo presented an American military salute to Jiangdong.

"Yes, sir!"

"Hahaha……"

His exaggerated movements immediately caused another burst of laughter.

Xie Chengrui stepped forward, took Zhang Aiguo's hand and taught him to salute a Chinese military salute.

"Zhang Aiguo, your name has already expressed your ambition. We are a family here!"

"Thank you, sir!" Zhang Aiguo said with some emotion.

Although there had only been one plane landing in the previous month or two, Jincheng's airport was extremely wide.

Because Jiangdong believes that one day his planes will fill the entire airport.

Jiangdong pointed to the spacious airport and said encouragingly to the young pilots:

"Boys, you are the seeds of the Sixth Corps Air Force!

I will give you the best living conditions and the most complete logistical support. I hope you will roll up your sleeves and work hard from tomorrow to build me a flying team that can soar in the blue sky and crush the Japanese invaders!

The sky in China is very vast, no matter how big your wings are, this blue sky can accommodate you!"

The pilots' eyes crossed the airport, slowly raised, and finally locked on the blue sky with a few stray clouds!

They were wanderers in a foreign land who resolutely gave up their comfortable life and devoted themselves to the great anti-aggression war when their motherland was in its most critical moment.
Chapter completed!