"That's right"

The first officer, or co-pilot Baker, was also a little abnormally excited, "We will let you take enough photos!"

"We have personally installed the shooting bracket in the cabin this morning," the mechanic Arthur said, and he seemed to be a little too excited.

"Did you give them drugs?" Wei Ran asked Brad.

"It's just some candy that makes people happy," the radio operator Jack defended, and he was also happy.

"Jack is right, they are just some candies that make people happy." Brad said innocently, "Victor, do you want one?"

"certainly"

Wei Ran replied without thinking, then took the pills offered by the other party and threw them into his mouth, but actually hid them between his fingers.

He "washed down" the non-existent pills with a sip of Coke, and put the hidden pills into his pocket without any trace with his other hand.

Although he was secretly cheating, his attitude obviously won the favor of Charles and others. Not surprisingly, the topic at the dinner table started with the free women in exchange for the unpalatable canned spiritual meat, and then talked about their bombers.

and bombing missions.

"I expect there will be new bombing missions soon."

Charles lowered his voice slightly, "And it must be low-altitude bombing, which is much more dangerous than high-altitude bombing. Brad, Victor, do you really plan to follow us on the bombing mission?"

"We already bought the tickets," Brad said, "right, Victor?"

"certainly"

Wei Ran responded, and then asked pretending to be curious, "Charles, is the news accurate?"

"Bob, please explain it to our reporter," Charles said.

"Yesterday we conducted several sorties of training."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Navigator Bob lowered his voice slightly, "The training requires us to use radar to navigate from low altitudes and visually search for ground bombing targets."

"What height?" Brad asked almost subconsciously.

"5000 feet"

Wireless operator Jack replied, "The altitude of the crews participating in the training is basically within the range of 5,000 to 7,000 feet."

"We speculate that there is a high probability of a night bombing."

Co-pilot Baker guessed in a low voice, "Although this height can avoid most light anti-aircraft guns, it is still within the strike range of the heavy anti-aircraft guns. So I guess it must be a night bombing. If it is daytime, this

The height is too risky.”

"Only that Iron Ass (also the nickname of the barbecue master) loves us so much that he actually arranges such a death task for us." Arthur, the mechanic, complained.

"Now we can only pray that we can survive."

Charles' casual words made Brad stunned for a moment. At the same time, he also noticed the large keychain hanging on Weiran's belt and the safety pin pull ring ribbon on the keychain.

"We may have to pay attention to the mission situation."

Mechanic Arthur asked worriedly, "Brad, were you really a bombardier before?"

"Of course, although I fly a B17, we also use the difficult-to-use Norton sight."

As Brad spoke, he had already walked to the bed, opened his suitcase, and took out a photo of himself, his crew, and General LeMay and proudly displayed it.

In this era, there is no such thing as face-swapping with photos. These group photos undoubtedly dispelled the last worries of half the crew.

"I also flew the B17, and I was the first officer at that time."

Captain Charles said with emotion, "Even wearing a bloated B3 flight jacket, I still have the illusion that my bladder has frozen."

"I've flown too"

Mechanic Arthur said, "It was cold, but it was an excellent airplane."

"Did your B17 have any accidents?" Brad asked in a strange way.

"Of course, of course there were accidents."

Charles said with lingering fear, "One time we had to make an emergency landing and used the machine gunner on the belly of the aircraft as a brake pad. That incident gave me a nightmare for a long time."

"The B17 I was in, the last time I landed, only the captain and I survived." Arthur continued, "That was also the last time I flew a B17. After I recovered from my injuries, I started flying

Got trained by B29.”

Perhaps because he had gained inner balance, after hearing what the two of them said, although Brad said some regretful words of comfort, Wei Ran vaguely felt that the other party seemed to be secretly relieved.

The small action that confirmed his guess was that Brad subconsciously kissed the amulet he pulled out from his collar.

"I have never flown a B17, but I have flown a B24 bomber." Navigator Bob said.

"I've only flown our Dumbo," said wireless operator Jack, a recruit who worked in the post office before joining the Army.

When the topic turned to the types of aircraft they had flown, Weiyan was inevitably asked about his previous experiences.

"Did you participate in the Battle of Guam? Asan Beach?" Navigator Bob asked curiously.

"That's right"

Wei Ran nodded, "I was a medical soldier at that time, and now I have several friends serving in Guam."

"My girlfriend is in Guam. She is a nurse."

Navigator Bob said, "Maybe she knows you."

"What's her name?" Wei Ran asked almost subconsciously.

"Louise Garland"

Bob said, "It's a red-haired girl from Minnesota. Victor, do you know her?"

"Sorry, I don't know you." Wei Ran said apologetically.

"She also participated in the Battle of Guam"

Bob said happily, "And she survived without any injuries. She is still working in Guam."

"This is really rare," Brad said subconsciously.

"Indeed, her luck has always been very good." Bob said proudly.

As the conversation continued, the topic became more and more endless, and the food and drinks on the table became less and less.

Finally, having eaten and drank enough, Charles and others said goodbye and left the cabin, leaving behind two practical little gifts they had given them - two mosquito nets.

"I'm going to wait at the tent later."

Brad asked while clearing away the remaining garbage on the table, "Victor, do you want to come with us?"

"Do you think there will be a bombing mission tonight?" Wei Ran asked.

"Either tonight or tomorrow night, there will definitely be a bombing mission." Brad said firmly.

"In that case, I'm going to take a shower, and then we'll go there." Wei Ran said, taking out a towel and walking into the bathroom.

Less than 10 minutes later, the two of them drove the jeep back to the tent and installed mosquito nets on their folding beds to block mosquitoes.

Although he knew there would be no results today, Wei Ran and Brad waited patiently in the tent.

"Did you see Grant today?" Brad asked suddenly as he was lying on the bed.

"Did you see it?" Wei Ran asked.

"I saw the keychain and safety ribbon on your belt," Brad said.

"He said he learned it from you"

Wei Ran looked across the coat of arms at the other folding bed opposite, "Do you have any explanation?"

"I lied to him"

Brad smiled and said, "Grant will believe whatever I say. Lying to him is something that gives me a sense of accomplishment."

“You can tell”

"But I regret it"

Brad sighed, "I just wanted to gain admiration, but I didn't want my brother to yearn for the bullshit romance on the bomber. I was worried that he would die on the bomber."

"He won't," Wei Ran said almost firmly.

He knew that Grant would die on another battlefield after World War II, as an enemy for himself.

"I hope so"

Brad sighed, "Actually, I originally planned to buy the bombardier and gunner's tickets from his crew, but I failed."

"He will survive until the end of this war, and so will you."

Wei Ran said minding his own business, "Besides, Grant is not a child anymore. Compared to him, you may be more worrying."

Unfortunately, I don't know whether it was because he was too sleepy or he was trying to avoid it, but Wei Ran's response was the sound of snoring coming from Brad.

Wei Ran shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes. He also needed to recuperate.

On this day, Master Li Mei, who was far enough away from the two of them, finally gave the order to go to Beijing for the barbecue.
Chapter completed!