"Hello."
Wang Lichen's voice came through the phone, "Commander-in-Chief, the person you wanted has been found."
Has it been found?
Lin Feng's mood instantly improved, and his tone became relaxed, "How many?"
"Of the more than 1,000 French prisoners of war in the camp, more than 30 had served in the Vichy French air force. However, after Vichy France was defeated, they transferred to the army and were unwilling to fight for the Axis powers."
"Besides the pilots, there were hundreds of mechanics, bombardiers, communicators, machine gunners, and so on."
Wang Lichen's voice revealed a hint of excitement, "I had to go through a lot of trouble to get these people out of here."
"Thank you for your hard work, Lichen." Lin Feng smiled. "Have you talked to them about training the pilots?"
"They said that as soon as they heard we were training pilots to fight the Axis powers, they were very willing to help and their attitude was very positive."
Lin Feng nodded, quite satisfied with the performance of these prisoners of war.
"Commander-in-Chief, what are the next steps?" Wang Lichen asked.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Feng said, "Tomorrow, the Air Force will be established at Nam Khuu Airport in Dien Bien Phu. You should hand them over to Air Force Political Commissar Zhou Guangsheng; he knows how to arrange things."
"yes!"
After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng's lips curled into a wicked smile as he muttered, "You little devils, watch me play you to death."
There were more than 30 French pilots serving as instructors.
One instructor leads a hundred people, so that's over three thousand people, right?
Not bad, not bad.
Thinking about how soon his own Nationalist Army's bombers would be bombing the Japanese, Lin Feng couldn't help but burst into laughter.
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