Zhang Yong nodded.

Leave the train station, get on the train, and return to the Office of Appeasement.

When Hu Zongnan saw him appearing, his first words were: "Shaolong, good news! Great news!"

"What good news?" Zhang Yong looked unmoved. He didn't know where the joy came from.

"We got information from inside sources. A Japanese colonel committed seppuku at the Taiyuan Airport."

"so……"

Zhang Yong frowned. Is this so-called good news?

Wasn't it just a Japanese colonel who committed seppuku and died?

etc……

Japanese invaders Taiyuan Airport?

Oh, the Japanese invaders were defeated. Is anyone responsible?

By the way, the internal punishment system of the Japanese invaders was indeed a bit harsh! They committed suicide at every turn.

If they lose a battle, they will have to commit seppuku with one of their colonels. The Japanese invaders will soon run out of colonels.

"What? Shaolong, you already knew this?"

"No!"

"Then why are you not surprised at all?"

"In the midst of a surprise."

"That's good. That's good. I thought you were indifferent!"

"Of course not."

Zhang Yong answered perfunctorily, thinking to himself, Hu Zongnan is really useless.

He was so happy when a Japanese invader died. How long had it been since he had defeated his opponent on the battlefield?

There are quite a few colonels who have been captured alive by me.

Forget it, don't expose it.

Let Hu Zongnan be a rich man. Ask him for some extra money from time to time...

"Report!"

Another adviser arrived.

But he was looking for Zhang Yong.

"What's up?"

"Sir Commissioner, I'm calling you from the airport."

"good."

Zhang Yong came to answer the phone.

I found out that the call was actually from Commander Qian.

Hey, I thought it was Xi'an Airport. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Hankou Airport.

Not to mention, it is convenient to have a phone call. You can communicate instantly.

"Commander Qian..."

"Congratulations! Shaolong, you have made a meritorious service again."

"Where does my joy come from?"

"The Air Force Result Judgment Committee determined that you shot down eleven Japanese planes today."

"Ah? Is it all on my head?"

"right."

"Is there really no problem with this?"

"The Soviets requested it. They designated it to be recorded on you."

"Understood."

Zhang Yong felt strange. He didn't know what to say.

This is obviously fraud!

It was obvious that he did not shoot down the Japanese fighter plane. It was shot down by a Soviet pilot.

But, the identity of the Soviet people cannot be made public, and no one else is involved.

The result is...

Apart from Zhang Yong, it seems that no one else can claim it.

The problem is that no outsiders believe the results achieved in this way.

Now there are only dozens of downed records, what a liar!

If this continues, by the time the Soviet pilots withdraw, I am afraid that I will have destroyed hundreds of aircraft.

exaggerate……

Too exaggerated...

Pure and pure is a fantasy...

"Young Dragon, the committee has decided to award you the third Medal of Guoguang."

"What?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

No, are you still coming?

Another Medal of Guoguang? The third one?

faint!

Don't!

This will make the Medal of Guoguang look very classy, ​​right?

I got three coins by myself, and no one else got one.

Oh, no, Chiang Kai-shek still has one.

However, it is really an exaggeration for one person to win three National Guangguang Medals for his high-mindedness and modesty.

How should I put it? It just seems completely worthless!

No matter what, once the quantity becomes large, it will become a street commodity.

"Shaolong, your reaction is so strange..."

"No, Commander Qian. Let me tell you the truth. Doesn't this make the Medal of Guoguang seem worthless?"

"How come?"

"I can collect three pieces by myself. Is it still worth anything?"

"Look at the awarding criteria for the Medal of Guoguang. In one air battle, if you shoot down more than five enemy planes, you will shoot down 11 in one shot!"

"this……"

"I really want one. Unfortunately, I won't be around at all."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong had no choice but to shut up.

Okay, it’s confirmed. I am the Holy Body of the Innate Medal.

From now on, I won’t be able to hang all the medals up to my ankles. I’ll have to hang a lot of medals on my back. When I turn around, the bells will jingle...

If one day you are in trouble, hang your medal on the street and shout while walking -

"Selling medals!"

"Selling medals!"

"Freshly baked medals are on sale at a large price, buy one get one free, the price is good for the neighborhood..."

Stop it.

Stop it.

There was a rush of excitement all over my body.

Maybe he was crushed to death by the medal before he took to the streets.

"Young dragon..."
To be continued...