"Are you feeling okay now?" Feng Depei asked. After half a month of recuperation, Liu Cuigang has been awake for longer and longer.

"Excellent! It's just that the strange dream still seems to be dangling in my head. As soon as Liu Cui woke up, he felt like he had been in a dream for a long time. In my dreams, I constantly flew planes to fight, but I didn't remember exactly what kind of planes and what kind of enemies.

"Maybe your previous battles affected your mind, and when you were unconscious, it affected you somewhat, right?" Feng Depei guessed. Recently Sigmund Freud came, and they also went to his lectures. There is some discussion about the interpretation of dreams.

"You won't give away secrets, will you?" Meng Xiang also heard a report about Liu Cuigang's dream.

"The content of the indoctrination has been redacted and there is no possibility of leakage. If there is a potential danger, it will be obliterated. Xiaohua's calm answer made Meng Xiang think of the biochemical limiter that every clone has.

"Didn't he have that limiter in his head, too?" Meng Xiang asked with some concern. From Xiao Hanamichi's mouth, he already knew that this limiter was just a piece of genetic program encodement, which could be implanted with indoctrination.

"It's already genetically code-locked, so don't worry about leaks." Xiaohua's answer made Meng Xiang always feel that something was wrong, and this affirmative tone seemed to be a little wrong with the question. But after a few questions and answers, Xiaohua's cold explanation made Meng Xiang ignore the change in Xiaohua's tone.

At this time, Liu Cuigang did not feel the slightest change in his mind. As long as the secrets of the base are not involved in his mind, this genetic logic encoding will not occur. Because there are protection requirements for natural persons, natural persons in their own country cannot be implanted with slave codes, so this thing may not affect his life for the rest of his life. Now he is just looking at the blue sky outside, and his heart is full of infinite longing.

"Will I be able to get back to the blue sky?" He muttered to himself as he listened to the live air battle on the radio.

"Yes, surely! When the time comes, I'm going to take to the skies again! Le Yiqin leaned on the edge of the bed and sat next to Liu Cuigang.

He is also the object of Meng Xiang's key care. But Meng Xiang didn't know when he died, fortunately, when he had an accident near Nanjing in December last year, there was a medical team of the Pioneer Army nearby, and after rescue, although he broke his legs and injured his spine, he saved his life.

He was quickly transferred to the base hospital of the Vanguard Army for treatment, and after nearly half a year of treatment, most of his injuries were healed. But at this time, I still need to walk on crutches, and I am now doing rehabilitation training.

"I'm a pilot, give me a plane, and I'll be able to fight in the sky right now." Someone was shouting outside the door.

Le Yiqin saw Liu Cuigang's puzzled face, and couldn't help but pout: "It's the American pilot who was hired by the team before, the prickly head who likes to fight and drink heavily." He was shot down in Xuzhou some time ago and was rescued by the medical team of the Vanguard Army. I've been here for more than half a month, and it doesn't seem to be seriously injured. Just stole a drink. ”

"I know, it's that Meyer and what Piero. The skills are good, but some of them are dominant, and they have also collided with Captain Gao. Liu Cuigang smiled at the corner of his mouth, but then thought of the sacrificial Gao Zhihang, and his face darkened.

In Meng Xiang's memory, except for Gao Zhihang, the four heavenly kings of the air force at this time were all pulled under his command. Le Yiqin and Liu Cuigang joined smoothly because they were already disabled people, and they were directly incorporated into the sequence of the vanguard army without using planes to replace them. Liang Tiancheng is not as famous as he was later.

Meng Xiang also didn't know when Gao Zhihang died, but it wasn't until the news came from Henan that Meng Xiang sighed with regret. Although Gao Zhihang, who is favored by the central government, will not join the vanguard army, as the pride of the countrymen, Meng Xiang still hopes that he can create more brilliance.

"I know, but in that bet competition, Captain Gao won!" Le Yiqin changed the topic and smiled.

"As a result, the guy lost a month's salary and came to treat us. However, that guy's salary is very high. Liu Cuigang also smiled.

"That guy spends even more money, and he is estimated to have become poor at this time." Le Yiqin smiled and looked out the door.

At this time, Meyer L. Piero was shaking the bill and yelling at a tavern owner who had chased him to the hospital.

"I'm about to join the Vanguard. I can pay off your money in a few days. I'm a good pilot and make a lot of silver dollars a day. ”

"You've said it a lot of times, but you're still staring at the bottle. Now the pilots of the Vanguard Army are fighting in the sky, why don't you go now? The owner of the tavern gave him a roll of the eye, which completely infuriated Meyer.

"You wait, I'll go up to the sky and shoot down a few planes. That's enough money to buy all the liquor in your store! ”

"Then you're welcome to come back, but whether you can pay the bill first now is a month late."

"Let's go, now we'll go to the people of the Vanguard Army, and I'll get the money now!" Meyer angrily dragged the tavern owner to the Vanguard Army's International Affairs Department in Qidu. This is the only place where the employment of foreign nationals in China is addressed.

"I'm going to join the Vanguard, I'm a pilot." Meyer shouted directly at Lu Sihua, who was in charge of receiving him.

"Welcome!" Lu Sihua also smiled in a slightly Kentucky tone.

In just ten minutes, a series of relevant procedures were completed.

"My salary is only $200? When I was in the Central Army Flying Team, I had 500 yuan! Meyer exclaimed as he looked at the various employment forms in his hand.

"When you used to be in the U.S. Air Force, you only held the position of sergeant major, and you were promoted to the treatment of major, which is our limit. In addition, your military rank can only be hung up to lieutenant, and it will be adjusted according to military merits in the future. Also, I can explain that this two hundred dollars is a silver dollar. ”

"Can I get an advance on my salary?" Meyer asked in a low voice as he looked at the tavernkeeper who was constantly looking this way.

"It's possible to advance a month's salary!" Lu Sihua nodded.

"It's only been a month?" Meyer counted how much money he had spent in that tavern, which had cost at least three hundred silver dollars a month due to the Vanguard's restrictions on alcohol, and the fact that he had spent at least three hundred silver dollars in a month.

"If you shoot down a plane, it seems that the pilot can get a reward of a thousand dollars." Lu Sihua reminded. He was only talking about the treatment of foreign non-Chinese. A few years later, the Flying Tigers had such a reward, but that was five hundred dollars. How many international fighters are there without great rewards?

As for the Chinese pilots, they are still the same as other Chinese pilots, and they are all rewarded with 300 yuan per aircraft.

Zhou Bai was worried about the disparity in treatment between Chinese and foreigners.

Meng Xiang said directly: "Their salaries and military merits are fair, the difference in this reward is only because they have the blood of Huaxia in their bodies, and they have this responsibility to defend the motherland and the nation, and Huaxia will also give them the highest honor!" It's as simple as that, those who want to get a big reward, please walk away. ”

Profit-driven is inevitable, but something else is needed beyond that. Moreover, the high return of the Air Force will cause imbalances in other services, and the trouble that will arise at that time will not be a matter of money.

"1,000 yuan, if I kill five planes and become a trump card, then it's 5,000 yuan." Meyer's eyes lit up, his current record is only one, and he is still far from the ace.

"Yes!" Lu Sihua agreed with a smile.

The tavern owner with a hundred yuan of wine money left the International Affairs Division, turned into an alley, and was confronted by a fat man.

"It's all done, and he has joined the international air team to aid China." The tavern owner looked around and whispered.

"Yes, keep looking at other targets." Shu Liangnan nodded, and there was a hint of pride in his heart, just a small trick to pull a pilot cheaply.

It is not impossible to directly negotiate the conditions, and there are several foreign pilots, as soon as they talk about the conditions, they agree. But that Meyer seems to have a soft spot for the well-paid Central Army, and in the initial temptation, if you want to win him over, you have to pay a higher price, but what will others do with the too high price?

"I volunteered to support the Vanguard!" Hippolyte. Alexievich. Ostrovsky also stood in front of Lu Sihua.

"Welcome!" Lu Sihua blurted out Russian.

"I'm a pilot, and I want to join your flying team." Hippolyte stood straight.

At an airfield in Qidu, there were more than a dozen foreigners who were tall, short, fat and thin.

"I think I can fly into the sky right now and beat those dwarfs!" Meyer shouted.

"You've had a lot of drink?" Sun Tonggang frowned and said.

"You can still jerk off even if you drink!" Nikolai, who was full of beard, walked up and looked at Meyer, "It's not too much to drink, it's about the same as milk." I drank a pound of vodka and flew to an altitude of 5,000 meters, knocking out two planes. ”

"Did you touch Morpheus's ass?" Meyer looked at the somewhat defiant Soviet Russian, clenched his fists and smiled.

"You son of a bitch's cowboy." Nikolai was slightly stunned, then reacted, and immediately swung his fist into Meyer's face.