O Rei da Guerra Aérea
Na Batalha de Songhu, a Força Aérea Chinesa auxiliou os valentes guerreiros de "Oitocentos" na sangrenta batalha pelo "Armazém Sihang", dominando o céu acima do armazém. Todas as aeronaves japonesas que apareceram sobre o armazém foram abatidas. No ar, era impossível me derrotar; qualquer bombardeiro que eu pilotasse, conseguia realizar feitos como caminhar no céu, sendo o assassino invencível das fortificações inimigas em terra. Em 1937, participei da Batalha de Songhu, pilotando o "Fighter" em combates contra o "Modelo 96 Naval"; em 1940, na Batalha da Bretanha, o "Spitfire" enfrentou o "BF109E", protegendo o desembarque na Normandia; em 1944, o "Dragon Tooth" enfrentou o "Falcon Claw"; no Pacífico, o "Sea Fire" enfrentou o "Zero", tornando-se uma lenda nas batalhas aéreas.
O Rei da Guerra Aérea
Chapter 1: Entering West Point Military Academy
Early 1936, at 6 a.m., the reveille sounded promptly through the loudspeakers in every dormitory at West Point Military Academy, located about 30 miles from New York State.
The cadets of Class 35, Year 1, Company 17 immediately climbed out of their bunk beds, yawning as they dressed, grumbling and cursing the reveille bugler as worthless scum, even wishing the person who invented the reveille were worse than stinking dog droppings.
Minutes later, a burly instructor stormed into the dormitory like an angry duck, striking a bunk bed with his riding crop and bellowing at an unlucky cadet who had just put on his shirt but promptly collapsed back to sleep, snoring loudly: “You stinking piece of garbage! If you don’t want to get up, then go home!”
Zhou Zhihan was long accustomed to this scene. American soldiers were notoriously lazy; almost every day, some cadet would be scolded as worthless for trying to steal a few extra moments of sleep.
Wiping the drool from his mouth, Zhou muttered, “I can sleep through training and morning runs just fine, so why the hell do you have to interfere and ruin my sweet dreams?”
Then he buried his head under the covers and dozed off again.
Watching that worthless cadet scramble out of the dorm in a mix of crawling and rolling, the burly instructor stormed out, not even sparing Zhou Zhihan a glance as he remained sound asleep.
Zhou Zhihan was among more than twenty other foreign students—China’s first group of flight cadets sent to West Point Military
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