Dragoon fighter

"What's wrong, Mulder, do you have it? It's like magic? Hahaha, oh, forget it, let's go call the doctor!"

"Hey, poor Mudd, he has worried so much about us, we should let him have a good rest, he is too tired. The village chief Mudd Zariyev announced the news to everyone regardless of his image as an elder. .

A few young men holding guns in the tent looked at the respected head of Mikali Village, Mud Zariyev, dancing and talking nonsense with incredulous eyes.

"But we have no fuel, what about the plane?"

"Where's the pilot? This is not a car!"

Others raised the most critical question all at once.

"There's nothing wrong with the oil. I've learned that gasoline is fine, with a higher grade. We have No. 97 oil, and you can add additives. Yes, we have several barrels, a lot, haha! But" Village Chief Mud Zariyev After laughing a few times, he suddenly stopped laughing, sat down, a sad look appeared on his face again, and nodded heavily: "We don't have pilots."

"Village Chief Mudd Zariyev. We can try to operate it and gain flight experience."

A young Patan man armed with a gun couldn't help but volunteered.

"Shut up! Pasang, this is no joke. If it falls, this precious aircraft will be scrapped, and we don't even have anyone to repair it."

The audacity of youth. He was reprimanded by the village chiefs.

"I can try, I have a pilot's license."

Suddenly someone in the tent spoke again.

What, when the village chiefs were about to scold the ignorant Patan youth again, they were shocked to find that the one who spoke was actually the "knight" who was sitting in the corner of the tent and had been silent.

"What did you just say?" An older village chief turned his attention to Lin Mo.

"I said, I can fly this plane. I have a pilot's license and am a professional." Lin Mo blinked. Repeated again.

He didn't say half of what he said. He was a serious Air Force pilot, specializing in supersonic jet fighters. For him, the P-51 Mustang was not even qualified as a training aircraft.

"real?"

There was a commotion in the tent. I still can’t believe it’s such a good thing to have a pillow for me when I’m tired of sleeping.

"real!"

Lin Mo confirmed again.

"Allah bless you! I must go to Mecca for pilgrimage!"

"God bless!"

The tent suddenly began to boil, and a cheer of welcome erupted.

Mercenary leader Aibike looked at Lin Mo with wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe it was true. This Mr. "Knight" is simply omnipotent.

"Okay, okay! Mr. Knight. Thanks to your kindness, we Patans have recognized you as our friend. My previous promise is still valid, and I hope our friendship will last forever." Village Chief Mud Zariyev is no longer here. Treating Lin Mo as an ordinary employee and protector, but as a true ally and nobleman, he stretched out his hand to represent their Pathan branch and completely ignored Lin Mo. Be a loyal ally.

"Haha, thank you Pathan people for your friendship!" Lin Mo did not give in and shook hands with the other party.

Village Chief Mud Zariyev laughed loudly, obviously very happy, nodded and said: "Wait a minute, I will take you to see the plane, it is not far from here."

There was cheering in the tent.

There is a fighter jet, fuel, and a pilot. It is simply the blessing of Allah. They almost completely regard Lin Mo as the messenger of Allah, with unreserved enthusiasm and reverence in their eyes.

After all, it is a layman who thinks that as long as he has an airplane, fuel and a pilot, he can fly. In fact, it requires a lot of maintenance, as well as checking the condition of the aircraft body to see if it is aged or damaged, all of which require professionals to operate.

But this was not a problem for Lin Mo. He didn't say much. He could handle all this by himself, not to mention that there was this guy with gold coins, which was just childish.

As for the runway, more than a thousand people can easily complete it in half a day. Piston-propeller fighters are far less picky about runways than jet fighters. Even a flat grassy field is enough.

"There is another problem. Our communication equipment is damaged for some reason. If it cannot be repaired, it will seriously affect the command." The mercenary leader Aibike raised a big problem they have encountered.

More than half a month ago, most of the electronic equipment in the migrating team was damaged almost simultaneously, and even sparks exploded. They thought they were being attacked and were in panic for a while. As a result, a large number of electronic equipment was damaged, including some equipment on the car. All malfunction.

Long-distance communication was directly cut off, and they could only rely on manpower and shouting at the top of their lungs to maintain communication before and after.

Thinking back on it, some evil spirit must have released an electromagnetic bomb nearby that day. When the US military attacked Afghanistan, many people had seen that many electronic equipment malfunctioned or simply broke after a large-scale electromagnetic pulse attack.

"Aibike, can't anyone fix it?" The village chiefs were not happy for long before they frowned again. Everyone knew the role of communication capabilities in war, otherwise there would not be a dedicated electronic warfare department. project.

"No, my men can only replace plug-in parts, and they can't even understand circuits and components." Aibik shook his head. Most of the people who joined the mercenaries had no way to survive, and there were also brave poor people who could How can engineers who tinker with electronic equipment join a small team like theirs? It's a waste of talent.

"well!"

Almost everyone sighed in unison.

"Leave this to me, I can fix it!"

Lin Mo's voice came out again. With his own and gold coin's electronic knowledge, it shouldn't be too difficult to repair these communication equipment. He simply sent Buddha to the west and helped others to finish it off.

Everyone in the tent looked at Lin Mo with strange eyes.

""

He is truly the messenger of Allah! -

When the village chief Mud Zariyev took Lin Mo and a group of strong young men to the foot of a pile of rocks, he moved a few stones away, revealing a large black hole. He pointed inside and said: "Airplane Right here, the cave is not big, just big enough for a plane. At first, the previous village chief Adri and I just opened an opening that could only let one person pass through. After going in and taking a look, it was piled up again. This pile of chaos The stone has not been completely removed, and the pilot's bones are still inside, but when we found him, they were already white bones."

The strong young men brought by the village chief Mud Zariyev also rushed forward, knocked the stones with steel bars, and shouted slogans to start digging out the pile of stones blocking the entrance of the cave.

Lin Mo also participated and started to lift the rocks with his bare hands. He couldn't wait to see what this P-51 looked like. In the past, he could only see pictures with a computer, but it was different from seeing the real thing.

He originally planned to use an off-road motorcycle when leaving, but now it seems that he has a better means of transportation.

The heavy stone was almost no different from a light sack in Lin Mo's hand. Under the horrified gaze of village chief Mud Zariyev, who swallowed his saliva and stepped backward step by step, he watched Lin Mo throw away the pieces like flying. For large rocks, ranging from dozens to hundreds of kilograms, Lin Mo's workload alone far exceeds that of these strong young men.

What a scary guy, but luckily he is on our side! Almost everyone agrees with this idea.

Before noon, the shallow cave was completely dug out.

About ten meters deep into the cave entrance, there is a dusty fighter jet parked quietly, seeming to be silently telling its history.

The P-51 "Mustang" was the Allies' best all-around fighter in World War II. It adopted advanced laminar flow airfoils, a highly concise fuselage design, reasonable layout of internal equipment, excellent aerodynamic resistance, and a range greater than that of the P-40. Further away, it can cooperate with the B-17 bomber for long-range bombing. In World War II, it was extremely popular with Allied pilots and even shot down the world's first jet fighter Me262, ranking first among the top ten fighter jets in history. Named the King of Propeller Fighters.

According to memory comparison, what appeared in front of Lin Mo was a complete P-51d, a "Mustang" equipped with six 12.7 mm Browning heavy machine guns.

ps: p-51, please give me a monthly ticket, and most importantly, please give me a reward!”

"Yes, I'll call the doctor, alas!"

"I said, don't call the doctor, I remembered, I remembered!" Village Chief Mud Zariyev had surprise on his face, stood up from the carpet, crossed his arms and turned around in a circle. Praising Allah loudly, and then said loudly: "I don't have tanks or cannons, but maybe I have airplanes!"

"Is there a plane?"

Village Chief Mud Zariyev's words caused a huge earthquake in the tent. Others, including the mercenary leader Bick, also looked shocked, and even Lin Mo couldn't help but be moved by it.

Airplanes are not just weeds on the roadside. You can grow them once you pick them up. Not to mention maintenance, even pilot training is extremely expensive.

As long as there is air force suppression, the ragtag army will definitely be suppressed, and may even be repulsed.

Whether or not there is such high-end combat capability as aircraft is completely different from one place to another.

"Yes, we have planes. I'm not talking nonsense. It's true. It's absolutely true!" Village Chief Mud Zariyev showed joy on his face and nodded.

"Why do you have a plane? Where did you put it?"

The others were shocked, even Lin Mo was curious.

"In the west, not far from here, in a cave. Only the previous head of Mikali Village knew about this. It is a P-51 Mustang, an old aircraft from World War II. I don't know who left it. Here, I remember there was a skeleton next to the plane, which he should have brought. The plane is in good condition and not damaged."