Chapter 1263 (2/2)

The old man said with emotion, ”yes, I have two wingmen, and the other has died.”Li Mu thinks that it's really a coincidence for the old man to find his wingman pilot in a list. But think about it carefully. There are not many pilots in the national air force plus the Flying Tigers. It's estimated that there are not many people in one department of an ordinary university. Based on his experience in college, he knows all the people in his class. Those who have different departments and classes are low If you don't see your head, you can know at least half of them, so you can easily draw out a list of ten people. If you don't know three or five people, it's a bit hard to say.

At the thought of the total number of the national air force is not large, and the total number of pilots of the Flying Tigers in those years will not be too large. It's hard to make sure that among the surviving American Flying Tigers, there will be people known to Mr. Sun Xiaozhong.

Li Mu suddenly thought that at the press conference of the Flying Tigers in Hollywood, one of the American Flying Tigers invited by Spielberg was Paul Crawford. There was a history in his memory. It was the story that as a member of the flying tigers, he protected American bombers and was shot down by the Japanese army and rescued by local villagers. Before In the memory of sun Xiaozhong, there is also a very similar experience

So Li Mu asked sun Xiaozhong, ”Mr. Sun, do you know an American Flying Tiger named Paul Crawford?”

”Paul Crawford?” The old man asked in surprise, ”how do you know this man?”

”I met him when I was in the United States,” said Li Mu. ”Our film” Flying Tigers ”invited him to the scene at the press conference in the United States.”

The old man clapped his legs and said excitedly, ”I didn't expect that he was still alive! Although I was in the national air force, I was actually under Chennault's command, just like the American pilots of the Flying Tigers. So Paul Crawford was my comrade in arms at that time. I said that he was shot down by the Japanese when he was covering the bomber. In the escort mission, his plane was also shot down by the Japanese. Alas, the Japanese was the real murderer, Knowing that those American bombers have just bombed their hometown, they are in a desperate posture with us. I wish they had collided with us... ”

After a sigh, the old man went back to the main topic: ”in that time, we were shot down eight fighters. Paul Crawford and I parachuted and landed in different places. They were rescued first by different villagers, and then sent to a town at that time for hiding. At that time, we met him and hid for a while with the help of the local villagers In the end, we managed to get out of danger. In total, we lived together in the cellar for more than a month... ”

”Later, we will invite other American surviving Flying Tigers, including Paul Crawford, to China. Apart from him, there may be other old acquaintances of yours,” said Li Mu

There was a glimmer of excitement in the old man's eyes.

Li Mu didn't say anything more about the rest. Instead of persuading the old man to agree to go down the mountain, it's better to induce the old man to think about going down the mountain himself. Paul Crawford is only a possible success factor, and more importantly, the Han Zili.

Then, Li Mu whispered in Liu Xin's ear. Liu Xin immediately found a reason to go to the toilet and came out of the thatched cottage. Then he called Han Zili's son with his own mobile phone and explained the special situation here to the other side

Half an hour later, Li Mu called the old Mr. Han Zili's son again, and the phone was soon connected. Mr. Han's grandson said, ”Mr. Li, right? My dad and grandpa are back. I want my grandpa to listen to the phone? ”

Li Mu said: ”OK, please let Mr. Han listen to the phone.”

The other said, ”my grandfather has some memory problems. Please say hello to Mr. Sun. If my grandfather can't remember anything, please forgive me.”

”OK.” Li Mu said, ”then I'll call Mr. Sun.”

After handing the mobile phone to the old man and telling the old man how to use it, Li Mu said to the old man, ”Mr. Han's memory is not very good. He may not remember you. Please forgive me.”

The old man nodded repeatedly, took the phone, trembled and asked tentatively, ”Zili old brother?”

At this moment, in the old brick building on the outskirts of Sichuan, three generations of Han family are surrounded by the landline. The phone is now on hands-free, including the son, daughter-in-law and grandson of Mr. Han. In recent years, the old man's memory is getting worse and worse, and many things can't be remembered. The relatives hope that he can get in touch again through this war, Find some precious memories of that year.

Mr. Han sat in front of the phone confused. He didn't know who was going to talk to him. When he heard the call from the other end of the phone, he was in a trance.

The old man is 87 years old, so many years, few people call him this title, which makes him feel extremely strange for a while, but subconsciously he feels very familiar.

The old man frowned and thought for a long time, but he didn't find the memory. Out of politeness, he said loudly, ”I'm Han Zili, who are you?”

”I'm Xiaozhong, sun Xiaozhong. Do you remember me?”

”Sun Xiaozhong?” The old man frowned tighter. The name seemed to touch a string deep in his memory, but for a while and a half he couldn't make it clear.At this time, the old man said in a hurry, ”you don't remember the 12th squadron of the 6th National Air Force?”

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. Suddenly there was a trembling exclamation: ”are you, squadron leader?!”