Several ground crew members were holding tools and were doing routine inspections every day, and every part on the fighter had to be carefully checked.

On the edge of a p40b/c/ tomahawk, an instructor lying on a lounge chair wearing sunglasses, chewing gum, holding a magazine with a beautiful girl on the cover in his hand, reading with relish.

Zhou Zhihan knew at a glance that this was a special arrangement by the US side, because the fighter jet was about to be assisted to China.

The first generation model of the p40 was handed over to the UK in 1940 and is now mainly used for training. Zhou Zhihan once drove the first generation of p40 tomahawk during his combat support to the UK. This fighter lacked two machine guns on the wings and self-sealed fuel tanks, bomb mounts, and steel plates on the flight cockpits, and the speed was also worse than that of this fighter.

Seeing three Chinese people jumped out of the car, Instructor Lieutenant Wayne Brady knew that it was the buyer of p40b/c/ tomahawk. After a brief introduction from both sides, Lieutenant Brady began to surround the fuselage, and while walking, he explained the fuselage parameters and airborne weapons to Zhou Zhihan and others in detail.

p40b/c/Tomahawk uses Allison's "Charge" 33 engine, equipped with six machine guns, two 0.5-inch caliber arranged on the hood, one 0.3-inch machine gun on each wing, with a maximum speed of 585 kilometers and a maximum speed of 4,500 meters above 540 kilometers.

After the weapon was explained, Lieutenant Brady began to introduce the use of various instruments in the cockpit.

Brady knew that his students were from China, so he taught very patiently, and there was no language barrier between him and Zhou Zhihan, who could speak English. After half an hour, everyone became familiar with each other. After the lecture, they were talking about the customs and customs of the two countries, which was very pleasant.

Throughout the morning, the instructor explained the performance of the fighter jets and the various military regulations in the base, and explained clearly wherever they could go where they belong to the prohibited area, and asked Zhou Zhihan and others to sign and confirm each item, and everything was done very standardized.

At noon, Lieutenant Brady took Zhou Zhihan and the others to the restaurant. After the buffet was finished, the four of them sat together to have a meal and chat.

After a morning of time, Zhou Zhihan knew that Brady had a righteous and kind heart. She looked careless, but in fact she was meticulous at work and was funny and humorous, so she asked tentatively:

"Blady, are you interested in coming to China to be a flight instructor?"

"China?" Lieutenant Brady moved his eyes from the waitress's fart, "No, no, no. You China is too backward, the infrastructure cannot keep up, the equipment is outdated, the living standards are poor, there is no swimming pool, no gym, and there is no place to take a normal bath.

I heard from friends who have been to China that many Chinese soldiers have small insects on their bodies. Once they are crawled onto their bodies by such small things, their offspring will be hidden in your clothes, armpits, and hair for a week.”

Zhang Mufei almost laughed out loud: "That's called lice."

"Okay okay!" Lieutenant Brady shrugged. He didn't know what lice looked like. "The most important thing is that it is very unsafe in your place. It is often bombed by the Japanese. Your plane is too backward and you have no chance to fight with the Japanese." He said, and curled his lips and spread his right palm, "It's unsafe. It's mainly unsafe. Do you know, gentlemen?"

Zhou Zhihan drank a sip of lemon juice: "If you are willing to be an instructor in China, we will guarantee your safety and meet your quality of life with the greatest ability. The salary is twice that of your current one. Just like you, there are weekends and holidays.

And for every enemy plane you shoot down, we will reward you with $100. You can also introduce your friends to China to be instructors, pilots, mechanics, ground crew members, and their salaries are more than twice as much as you are now."

Second Lieutenant Brady put down his knife and fork and chewed the steak in his mouth: "It seems OK after you say that. But twice the monthly salary is a little less than a week. After all, we are traveling across the ocean. Of course, this is just my personal opinion."

"What I'm talking about is just a preliminary plan, and the salary and rewards can be adjusted." Zhou Zhihan skillfully cut the steak and said with a smile, "In short, the conditions I give you will be very generous, which is very suitable for a bachelor like you. Of course, if you go to China to be a pilot, your monthly salary is three times that of now. You will be rewarded with US$400 for every enemy plane shot down, and you will be rewarded with 200 for injury."

Lieutenant Brady widened his eyes: "400?"

Zhou Zhihan: "It's 400! Let's calculate it. When you go to China, you only need to shoot down one enemy plane a year and you can get nearly 1,000 US dollars. Oh, by the way, you can also introduce your friends to go with you."

At this moment, several pilots with sunglasses walked in from outside. One of them was tough and handsome lieutenant chewing gum and greeted Wayne Brady loudly at a distance: "Hi, Brady, you look listless, you can tell which girl/ki who you fooled last night."

A burst of smirks and teasing came from all around.

Second Lieutenant Brady cursed coldly: "You damn bastards. Stop your stinky mouth Best. I have guests."

Seeing the pilots leaving with a smile, Lieutenant Brady said to Zhou Zhihan and the others: "A group of gangsters from Team 6 are investigated. The bastard was Richard Dick Best, who is the squadron leader."

Zhou Zhihan thought this name was very familiar:

"Richard Dick Best?

Investigate Team 6?"

Lieutenant Brady: "Zhou, do you know him?"

Zhou Zhihan finally remembered who Dick Best was and looked at his back: "I think I've heard of it, a very awesome pilot."

Lieutenant Brady: "He is quite awesome, nicknamed dick best! My good friend. A self-righteous but truest pilot."

Zhou Zhihan asked casually: "The base ribbon-cutting test flight, do the reconnaissance team 6 also have fighter planes to test flight?"

Second Lieutenant Brady said: "Best belongs to the T-Meng Fleet. Their SBD Destroyer Diving Bombers followed the USS Assaulter to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Then they will have wonderful performances on board."

Zhou Zhihan looked at Dick Best and several other pilots walking to another table with plates on their hands and sat down. Dick Best also looked over here, so Zhou Zhihan nodded to him.

Dick Best did not see it, and Zhou Zhihan was wearing a rookie flight suit, which did not attract Best's attention.

Since Zhou Zhihan and his team need to be familiar with various aircraft models first, they are wearing student uniforms, otherwise the flight instructor will be under pressure to teach a colonel.

This guy is so proud, Zhou Zhihan thought to himself.

Lieutenant Brady had already eaten his meal, and took a napkin to wipe his mouth: "Oh, by the way, the F4F Wildcat fighter you applied for test flight will also have a pilot flying aboard the Assaulter. But you have to practice first on the simulated aircraft carrier model of the base. Because the time is too short, I guess it will be difficult for you to take off or land on the aircraft carrier."

Zhou Zhihan, Zhang Mufei, and Gong Yeti followed Lieutenant Brady to the placement with empty plates and passed by Best and the others.
Chapter completed!