The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

A bi-wing training aircraft was parked on the runway, and Zhou Hexuan climbed into the cockpit wearing a flight helmet.

Feng Yong stood beside him and quickly reminded: "Remember to step on the pedal. If you don't step on the pedal, the wing will be broken!"

Damn it, even if you get on a plane, you may step on the wings and break it off. This sounds very unreliable.

Zhou Hexuan climbed into the cockpit cautiously. Since only one person could sit in a row, Feng Yong got on the plane and sat behind Zhou Hexuan.

The structure of the driving platform is not complicated, and is simpler than that of later generations of cars. After Feng Yong introduced it casually for two minutes, Zhou Hexuan was completely familiar with it, and then he held the operating lever with a guilty conscience.

You guessed it right, Mr. Zhou wants to learn to fly a plane.

A young man stood in front of the plane and turned the propeller. The plane gradually ran forward. After reaching a certain speed, Feng Yong shouted: "Pull the lever!"

Zhou Hexuan quickly pulled the operating lever, and then the plane suddenly lifted up and was off the ground in the blink of an eye.

"How amazing!" Zhou Hexuan looked down happily.

The things on the ground were getting smaller and smaller, and Zhou Hexuan's face felt like needles pricked by the strong wind. He said, "Fifth brother, this thing won't fall, will it?"

"What did you say?" Feng Yong shouted.

Zhou Hexuan then shouted: "I said, if something happens, you have to help me!"

Feng Yong shouted: "It's okay, this is a training aircraft, I can operate it even if I sit in the back seat!"

Zhou Hexuan flew excitedly for a few minutes. Feeling a little bored, he suddenly turned the joystick aside. The plane immediately turned into a sideways flight, and Zhou Hexuan even felt as if his body was weightless, and his adrenaline hormones were secreted crazily. "

"Hey...cough!" Zhou Hexuan shouted excitedly, and the strong wind poured into his mouth and he coughed repeatedly.

After the plane regained its balance, Feng Yong shouted: "Pull, pull, pull, pull to the end!"

Zhou Hexuan immediately pulled the joystick to the bottom, and the plane began to climb at a steep slope, almost turning over. The feeling of instant weightlessness was so exciting.

Under Feng Yong's command, Zhou Hexuan, a novice, quickly started doing cartwheels. The spinning caused stomach discomfort and began to have a strong feeling of vomiting - not everyone can be a pilot.

After Zhou Hexuan got over the initial discomfort, he gradually recovered and started playing various tricks crazily. This frightened Feng Yong. An old antique trainer plane couldn't stand the torment. He was afraid that Zhou Hexuan would break the plane.

It wasn't until the plane's fuel tank was almost bottomed out that Zhou Hexuan began to land. Well, Feng Yong was mainly at the controls during the landing.

"Haha, it's fun. Flying a plane is so fun!" Zhou Hexuan laughed as soon as he landed.

Feng Yong said pretentiously: "The blue sky is a man's real dream, and it is 10,000 times more enjoyable than driving a car!"

Zhou Hexuan nodded and said: "That's true."

Feng Yong gave a thumbs up: "You are very suitable for flying a plane. You will be able to adapt completely to the sky for the first time. You might as well stay in the United States and train with me."

"No, I'm just having fun." Zhou Hexuan quickly refused.

For the next half month, Zhou Hexuan stayed at the Flying Club, played with all the club's airplanes, and was able to fly alone.

Four more coaches came to the club one after another, all of whom were U.S. Air Force soldiers who had participated in World War I. During the Great Depression, wages were very cheap. If the number of students hadn't been too small, Zhou Hexuan would have wanted to hire a few more coaches at once.

By the end of March, Zhou Hexuan finally received good news that Boeing was willing to sell P-26 fighter jets to Zhou Hexuan.

This is the first monoplane fighter adopted by the U.S. Army Air Force. After several changes, it was finally finalized last year. It can be said to be the most advanced fighter in the United States at this time.

Zhou Hexuan was able to successfully purchase the P-26 thanks to the U.S. economic crisis. Over the years, Boeing has been competing with its old rival Curtiss, using various tricks to expand its sales, and is even more active in developing new customers. As U.S. military spending has been shrinking year by year, Boeing has spent a lot of time and money developing the P-26 fighter jet, which is now facing a very embarrassing situation - the military has only purchased 25 of them, and has no plans to expand its purchases.

It’s a shame that I went to my grandma’s house!

After learning that Zhou Hexuan wanted to purchase fighter jets, Boeing Company quickly gave feedback, frantically promoted their P-26 fighter jets, and also took the initiative to get through the work of the US government.

The accompanying conditions are: first, the P-26 must not be shipped out of the United States; second, more than 10 aircraft must be purchased at one time; third, no weapons may be added to the aircraft; fourth, each P-26 sells for up to $300,000 (a very ridiculous price).

Zhou Hexuan agreed immediately without even bothering to bargain.

What does this amount to?

Equivalent to the 21st century, in the second year after the F22 stealth fighter was developed, it was sold to private individuals at a high price.

Well, maybe this metaphor is inappropriate. After all, the P-26 has only reached a world-class level, and the United States is not the only one who has mastered this technology. But it is also the most advanced fighter jet in the United States. Even the U.S. Air Force has only purchased 25 of them. How could Zhou Hexuan miss this opportunity?

When 10 P-26s costing $3 million were delivered to the club, everyone was stunned.

Feng Yong's eyes immediately gleamed, just like a pervert who met a peerless beauty, he touched the plane for half an hour without letting go. He clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "The most important weapon of the country, the most important weapon of the country, you can earn it just by looking at it. I actually have the opportunity to drive it myself!"

A young man interjected: "Principal, this kind of single-wing fighter will not have its wings broken when it makes difficult flights, right?"

"Destroy your mother!"

Feng Yong slapped the young man on the back of the head and scolded with a smile: "They have been developing it for several years, and have done countless flight tests. Even the US Air Force is purchasing it. If this can break the wings, Americans should Go eat shit.”

Zhou Hexuan said: "The two Americans over there are responsible for teaching you the maintenance and simple repairs of this kind of aircraft. If there is a big problem, just call Boeing directly and they will be fully responsible."

"No problem, no problem," Feng Yong laughed, "I promise to treat those two Americans as my grandfathers."

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "Then you can slowly become a grandson. I will return to China tomorrow."

"Don't worry, go back, I'll leave everything here," Feng Yong said in a low voice, "By the way, this kind of aircraft really can't be transported back to China? If we can purchase hundreds of them, I promise to overwhelm little Japan in the sky."

Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said: "It is definitely not possible to transport them back to the country. These planes are numbered, and military personnel come to inspect them every month. If one of them is missing, our flying club will not be able to operate, and all of you will go to jail." "

"What a pity." Feng Yong said disappointedly.

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "What a pity. I was ripped off by Boeing, and each plane cost 300,000 US dollars. If I buy a few hundred planes, even if they can be shipped back to China, who can afford them? That money is enough to equip an army. .”

Feng Yongle said: "That's true."

"By the way," Zhou Hexuan said, "We now have more planes than students. How about we get some students from China?"

Feng Yong said: "You can go to Xiao Liuzi about this matter."

Zhou Hexuan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell him when I get back."