Italy was also an ally.
However, this ally was basically disarmed. In addition to the millions of Italian troops who surrendered to Germany and were reorganized by the German army into its puppet government, the Republic of Salò, and the army. Hundreds of thousands of Italian troops loyal to the royal family in the south had actually been disarmed at the end of 1943.
Their planes were parked at the airport and their weapons were sealed in the warehouse.
As for national security, what should we do?
Well, since they are allies, let me, Britain and the United States, do it for you.
Faced with this situation, in order to ease the financial pressure of the government, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy, Badoglio, directly announced demobilization - overnight, hundreds of thousands of Italian soldiers were finally demobilized.
It must be said that the disintegration of the Kingdom of Italy later was directly related to this clever thing done by Badoglio.
The demobilized people also included thousands of pilots, and many of these pilots fled to the south from the northern airport according to orders after Italy surrendered. But they never expected that they would be abandoned by the king overnight.
When in Italy, George often saw Italian soldiers who had no place to go and no salary after losing their jobs on the streets.
When he learned that there was a shortage of pilots in the country, he naturally made this suggestion.
"Italian pilots?"
The uncle thought for a while and said.
"Can it work?"
"It can work. Anyway, they are not asked to fight. Italian noodles can't fight wars, but can they fly transport planes?"
George continued.
"We can hire them in the name of domestic airlines and use them to fly transport planes. Didn't Marshall say that as long as there are pilots, he will give planes? If he gives planes, we can transport as many supplies as possible to the country. If he doesn't, we can also expose the Americans' true colors."
The uncle was stunned, and his eyes changed when he looked at George. He thought for a moment and then said.
"Well, let me try to contact China. If... well, there should be no problem!"
It turns out that there is absolutely no problem with this matter in China. After all, for China, which is in urgent need of weapons and ammunition, as long as the weapons and equipment can be transported in, let alone Italian pilots, even if Japanese pilots are willing, they are willing to hire them.
After all, China in 1944 was almost at the end of its rope.
As for Marshall, what he said was true - the United States did have planes, but not enough pilots. At American airports, there were thousands of C46 planes waiting for pilots - these transport planes, known as "flying coffins", have always been unpopular with the military. They were assigned to the second line and neglected. There was even a notice prohibiting this type of aircraft from participating in airdrop operations. But it is the best choice for flying over the Hump and the main force on the Hump route. Only the C-46 can handle the wide range of adverse conditions faced on the "Hump Route" - unpredictable violent weather, heavy cargo loads, mountainous areas, simple facilities and airports that often flood.
With pilots, these unpopular transport planes can play their role. As for the "flying coffins", it's Italians who die anyway, as long as it's not Americans. Even in the eyes of Marshall and others, hiring Italian pilots is a good thing to reduce the casualties of American pilots.
So, just half a month later, more than 500 Italian pilots and ground crews flew to India on Allied planes in the name of employees of Chinese Airlines and appeared at the airport in Assam.
Although the Italians were not good at fighting, as George said, they were still competent at flying transport planes. To a certain extent, those Italian pilots were even more adapted to the environment of the "Hump Route" than American pilots - because their flight training included a large number of subjects flying over the Alps.
It was also thanks to the efforts of these pilots that the transportation volume of the "Hump Route" increased by more than 60% in just one month, breaking the 20,000-ton mark. Among them, 8,000 tons were donated by George.
"The first batch of materials shipped back to the country includes 28,000 Type 79 rifles, 1,200 Type 42 dual-purpose machine guns, 4,760 anti-tank guns, 120 field guns, and 320 mortars."
After reading the report, Laurette said to George specifically.
"Mr. George, the country has begun to supplement these weapons to the elite troops on the front line. With these advanced weapons and equipment, the soldiers on the front line can shed less blood and recover lost territory as soon as possible."
Putting the report away, Laurette couldn't help looking up and down at the man in front of her. He was very young and handsome, and looking at him would even make people's heart beat faster.
However... this man is very fickle, and he seems to be living with that Hollywood actress.
That's right, he's a philandering man.
For the 17-year-old Laurette, this judgment seems to be no problem.
"I hope so."
George nodded, his expression still looked a little solemn. He took a look at the calendar. It was already February 27th. Calculating the time, there was not much time left.
"By the way, Miss Laurette, please tell Chairman Song that I learned through some channels that the Japanese are trying to launch a new round of offensives to open up the mainland transportation line. They will gather hundreds of thousands of troops to attack Guangxi and Henan at the same time. I hope that the country can prepare early."
Thinking of the series of impacts brought about by the failure of the "Henan-Hunan-Guangxi Campaign", George's heart couldn't help but be a little confused. He didn't know if these weapons could change anything, but doing something is better than doing nothing.
Can the information revealed now help the country prepare early?
George didn't know, but there wasn't much he could do. He could only rely on the liaison secretary in front of him to help tell the intelligence to the uncle of the king, hoping that the country could prepare early and strengthen the defense of the two places.
"Ah, is it true?"
Lauret was surprised.
"Yes, tell Mr. Song that the information was provided by my friend in Europe."
Looking up at the beautiful girl in front of him who looked like a porcelain doll, George smiled.
"He understands."
Of course he understands. After all, the uncle of the king had also been curious about why the fleet could sail safely in the Atlantic. Although George didn't point it out, the uncle of the king had imagined a lot of things.
Some things are common all over the world. There are many people like the uncle of the king among Sandezi.
"Okay, I understand. Is there anything else?"
After making sure there was nothing else, the girl stood up and said goodbye.
When the door was closed, Song Yian looked at the calendar again, frowned slightly, leaned back slightly, and muttered to himself against the back of the chair.
"I hope it can have some effect..."
Just then, a shrill phone sounded. He stood up and answered the phone. The sound of another phone call made his face suddenly change, and he said anxiously.
"How could this happen? Is he okay?"