All is ready except the east wind

  Wangchun River is a relatively well-known entertainment venue in Wuhan. Scar changed into a slightly better-looking outfit and brought Old Wang to find Mr. Tian.

  Two people arrived at Chunjiang Building and found that most of the cars parked outside were from government departments. Old Wang thought to himself, "It seems that the consumption level here is not low, ordinary people can't afford it."

  Old Wang stood outside the door thinking about how to design a plan to deal with this guy.

  "Now you get a few brothers to beat me up at the door, and use your usury debt collection methods. Let's kill the chicken to scare the monkey, scare that old guy a bit. I reckon he'll contact me voluntarily after that."

  Dào Bāo immediately understood Lǎo Wáng's meaning and said: "Why didn't you say so earlier? I was just about to go, isn't this a waste of time?"

  Old Wang smiled and said, "Just thought of it, and the time is still early. I reckon Mr. Tian hasn't arrived yet? Wait a bit and rush to the door with him. You guys just dash past his face, you stand by and direct, and chat with him for two sentences to scare him a bit. Remember not to hit my face."

  Scar laughed and said: "We're old hands at this sort of thing, brothers. I guarantee you'll be crying out in pain, but we won't hurt your bones."

  After finishing speaking, Knife Scar went to bury people.

  Old Wang stood in the corner, looking at this city with its bright lights and bustling nightlife, watching people indulging in luxury and extravagance, as if the Japanese had never invaded, China had not been subjected to aggression, and everything was in a state of peace and prosperity.

  。

  Old Wang couldn't help but recite a poem from Southern Song Dynasty.

  "Beyond mountains, more mountains; beyond towers, more towers. When will the singing and dancing at West Lake cease? The warm breeze intoxicates travelers, making them mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou."

  Doesn't this perfectly describe the current situation?

  Old Wang once again thought of his past life and stood there in a daze.

  It wasn't until someone poked Old Wang with a wooden stick that he came back to his senses.

  Old Wang looked at the scar-faced man holding a wooden stick as thick as a fist and scolded: "I'm going to die! This won't kill me, will it?"

  "Brothers, you have a lot of hands."

  Old Wang wanted them to change to a smaller stick, Knife Scar stretched out his hand and said: "Here it is."

  Old Wang suddenly felt as if he had been hit on the back with a stick.

  "My god. I'm going to kill you guys."

  This group of hoodlums took sticks and beat Old Wang from the entrance of the alley all the way to the door of the nightclub.

  Mr. Huang added some strength to his hands as he passed by. However, this group of people are indeed professionals, they hit hard but it doesn't hurt much.

  "You dare not pay back the money you owe our Mr Huang!"

  Old Wang also fought in a group fight during his middle school days. He knew that when being surrounded and attacked by a group of people, he should lie on the ground and curl up into a ball, covering his head with his hands. This way, two important parts of his body were protected.

  Old Wang saw the scars on his legs and said a few words to Mr. Tian, who was trembling with fear, and knew that this guy was just a scholar, without much courage.

  At this time, Dāo Bā walked over to disperse the crowd and leaned in close to Lǎo Wáng's ear, saying: "The nightclub's lookout has come out. The backstage boss of this place is very tough, so it's best to avoid trouble as much as possible. I'll leave first, the rest is up to you, brother."

  After everyone left, Old Wang suddenly got up from the ground and cursed in the direction where the scar had disappeared: "What can you do to me if I don't pay back the money?"

  "If you have what it takes, kill me next time."

  Old Wang brushed off the dust on his body and stepped towards the nightclub. The doorman stretched out a hand to stop him, saying: "Those who are not properly dressed will not be allowed in."

  Old Wang thought to himself "I was waiting for this move", turned around and took out his military uniform from the suitcase and put it on.

  After putting it on, use your own disdainful gaze to stare at the servant, meaning you dare to stop me again! Stop it!

  The waiter took one look at Old Wang's military uniform and knew he wasn't someone to be trifled with, anyway whatever happened the manager would take care of it so he didn't say anything and let Old Wang in.

  Old Wang walked into the nightclub and found that the first floor was a large bar. Mr. Tian was sitting alone at the bar drinking heavily. Old Wang sat down next to him, ordered a beer, and started drinking too. As he drank, he cursed: "What kind of world is this? I just owe a few bucks, what's the big deal!"

  Perhaps Mr. Tian felt that Old Wang and himself were in the same boat, so he comforted him by saying: "Eh, a real man doesn't care about money, as long as you're still alive, making money is no problem."

  Old Wang stretched out his thumb and said, "Brother is right, I help the turtle sons guard the airport every day, those pilots earn five times more than me."

  "Then let me toast you with a cup, the sky of Wuhan is protected by all of you."

  Old Wang opened his eyes and said, "Don't mention this matter, I get angry whenever you bring it up. My old man was a survivor from the dead pits in Shanghai and Nanjing. He ended up being beaten by thugs on the street. Those damn pilots, as soon as they see Japanese planes coming, they want to flee to Chongqing for safety."

  Mr. Tian heard this and continued to ask: "If all the planes flew away from Wuhan, wouldn't that mean Wuhan has no air defense forces left?"

  Old Wang waved his hand and said, "A large part has been taken away, what's left are just some old planes for show."

  The two of them chatted about some other topics, and it was clear that Mr. Tian was getting a bit impatient. Old Wang stood up and said, "I have a friend on my side who will go over first."

  Mr. Tian also stood up and said: "It just so happens that I have something to attend to, let's talk again next time."

  Old Wang watched Mr. Tian walk out with a secretly pleased heart, it seems things are going quite smoothly.

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  The next day, Chen Nade and Gao Zhihang told Old Wang that the Soviet side was very supportive of Old Wang's idea. Old Wang told them that tonight's flight would be arranged to depart from Hankou Airport. The other intelligence work had already been done by himself. The two men indicated no problem and went their separate ways.

  Old Wang suddenly remembered that he hadn't been to the Third Hall for several days. He strolled onto the street to see how far the propaganda had reached today. As soon as he walked onto the street, he saw a procession of people marching by.

  The little girl walked at the front of the team, holding a banner that read "Resist to the End". She shouted slogans loudly. The people on the street joined the procession one after another.

  Old Wang took a look at his military uniform and felt it was not quite suitable for joining the crowd, so he turned around and walked away.

  Chiang Kai-shek was looking at a piece of intelligence sent by Dai Li in the Huangshan government office in Chongqing, and after finishing reading it, he smiled with joy.

  Soong Mei-ling asked puzzledly from the side: "What are you laughing at?"

  Chiang Kai-shek threw the telegram in his hand to Soong Mei-ling and said, "You are the mother of the Republic's air force! If this works out, your air force's reputation will be greatly enhanced. You won't just be the First Lady anymore, but a seasoned general who has commanded the air force to victory in every battle. This is a great opportunity for us to infiltrate our strength into the air force."

  The day when the Japanese planes were expected to take action had arrived, and the three of them each had a different destination. Gao Zhihang strongly demanded that he go into battle in the sky, Chen Nade wanted to stay in the command center to direct, and Old Wang wanted to blend in with the civilians to watch the excitement.

  Only Gao Zhihang's wish had some problems, due to the language barrier, there was a problem of unified command after taking off, and finally, after repeated requests from the Chinese side, it was necessary for Chinese pilots to participate in this air battle, and the Soviet side finally agreed.

  On the third day in the morning, Old Wang and his three men were squatting inside the Air Force Command Center. Everything was ready, and everyone was now waiting for news from the ground observation post.

  At last, at a little past nine in the morning, the forward ground observation post reported back with information that was identical to Old Wang's intelligence report in terms of both quantity and direction. A low, muffled cheer spread through the air force command center, and the fate of these several dozen Japanese planes would be decided within an hour.

  Old Wang thought there was nothing for him to do and walked out, got on the car and went straight to San Hall.

  The plan is about to take its final step.

  At that time, Old Wang thought of a plan as soon as he saw Chen Nade himself

  This is called shifting the focus of attention. Isn't the current Xu Zhou conference being held in a grand manner just because there are fewer victories that can be publicized? People are easy to forget. If they stage a play of defeating Little Japan on top of their heads, then all media attention will definitely shift over in an instant. At that time, people will naturally forget about the Xu Zhou incident without doing anything.

  Old Wang arrived at the third hall and found Xiaoyutou saying: "Today, heaven will perform a big show, I'll invite you to watch it later!"

  The little girl curiously asked: "What play is it?" Old Wang said: "A big show. I guarantee you haven't seen it before."

  "This is just heard Zhongshan dressed in a smile and said: "Our female classmate's family used to open a theater troupe, you say what kind of play she hasn't heard, I really don't believe it. Is it a new arrangement? Which theater troupe?"

  Old Wang smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll know in a moment."

  After finishing, he helped everyone carry the speech manuscript. In the United States, there are also professional teachers who have been trained, so Old Wang can give everyone some constructive opinions, and everyone gets along very harmoniously.

  At this time, the air raid alarm suddenly sounded. Mr. Guo walked out of the office door and said: "Safety first, the body is the capital of revolution. Don't go to give lectures everywhere today. Change the lecture venue to the air-raid shelter."

  Old Wang chuckled and said, "When everyone comes out of the air raid shelter, they'll be just in time to see a good show."

  Xiao Yatou had been asking Lao Wang repeatedly, but he wouldn't say anything. Finally, Xiao Yatou flicked her sleeve and said, "Hmph! Let's see what tricks you can come up with."

  They were giving a speech in the air raid shelter but Old Wang wasn't paying much attention, his ears perked up to see if there was any sound of machine guns outside.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, after a while, the roar of machine guns echoed in the sky. Old Wang rushed out and saw that an airplane with Chinese markings was fiercely battling Japanese planes.

  Old Wang shouted: "Everyone come and see, Chinese planes are fiercely beating Japanese bombers!"

  As soon as Old Wang shouted, the people in the air raid shelter couldn't sit still anymore. They all rushed out like a swarm of bees, looking up at the sky with their necks stretched out. Coincidentally, a Japanese fighter plane that didn't watch where it was going was shot down by a Soviet pilot and was making evasive maneuvers at low altitude, flying right in front of everyone's eyes. As a result, it exploded not far away from the crowd, who cheered loudly without caring about the danger.

  Old Wang's heart skipped a beat, how did Japanese fighter planes catch up?

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