When there was still half an hour before the second round of melee of the big competition, Su Dian and the others had already boarded the fighter plane, checking the performance of the fighter and the like, and preparing for the second battle that was about to begin.

From the left, every three hangars are grouped.

Su Huang and the others stopped in the position of the third group, on the left hand side is Tefei 'Wei Fuchang', on the right hand side is Tefei 'Bai Dayong', the two Tefei one left and one right sandwiched him in the middle of the week, and the ground staff coming and going in the hangar, checking a series of things such as loading, fuel volume, various data, etc., and Su Yang is also looking at the others on both sides.

Wei Fuchang is a twenty-five or sixteen pilot, with a sloppy stubble on his chin, and he doesn't know how long he hasn't taken care of it, while he is flying a Su-27 fighter, which is similar to Su Di's J-16, both are heavy fighters.

Compared with Wei Fuchang, Bai Dayong is a little smaller, about twenty-three or four, but it is somewhat similar to his name, the rugged figure looks very brave, and his temperament is also very straight, and he also drives J-16.

Although it was said that he was a teammate in name, Su Huang didn't care at all.

Again, the rules don't make anything clear, only that you can't attack your teammates, and there are no other taboos.

When Su Huang looked at them, the two of them were also looking at Su Huang.

After all, as a big competition in which high-flying and special pilots participate, a small intermediate pilot is too rare, and all the way out of the first round, he is definitely a well-deserved dark horse, even if Cai Shaoxing values him very much, it can be seen.

Eyes staggered, and the three sat in their respective cockpits, not verbally communicating, just nodding.

At this time, the second round of competition is particularly important, and most of the fighter models have been eliminated a lot, and the worst is also Jianten, fighters like the Eight Masters have long been unable to appear, at least in terms of performance.

Cai Shaoxing's driver's seat is a brand-new J-20!

After all, as an ace pilot, he definitely has this qualification.

The other special flights are more miscellaneous, J-16, J-11, J-10, J-10B, C.

Different models are also different, plus the strength of the driver, obviously the second round of the competition has not yet opened, the air has been filled with the smell of gunsmoke, filled with a rare sense of seriousness.

However, for Su An, there was nothing.

It's good to keep a normal mind, no one can say anything about this kind of thing.

Could it be that because of how nervous you are and how many words you say, the enemy and opponent will let you go and let you win?

It's obviously impossible, so from beginning to end, Su Dian faced them with a calm mentality, even in the face of Cai Shaoxing, he would not have stage fright, dare to have the strength to fight, what can the ace be, he is always a human being.

Time passes through your fingers!

From half-past eight to a quarter past nine, it seemed to be fleeting in the blink of an eye.

"Woohoo!"

At a quarter past nine o'clock, a red flare suddenly rose into the air, as if to indicate something.

Immediately after that, a bird-driving car made two turns along the circular track, and the large loudspeaker on the dark blue body played the cat's meow, which sounded a little weird, but everyone was used to it.

This kind of cat meow is similar to the effect of a shotgun and can have a good effect on birds.

Immediately afterwards, the radio 'Zizi' FM sound, Xu Qianlong's voice came out of the radio, this high-powered old lieutenant general actually came to the airport at this time, and did the work of the tower commander, which shows how important it is to the second round of the competition: "Group 1 is ready to take off, and the take-off line is on standby!"

The old lieutenant general's temperament was like this, he did not delay in doing things, and gave orders straightforwardly.

"Unit 1 understands!"

Each group was appointed as a team leader, and the team leader was equivalent to the commander of the group, and the first group leader who was elected was 'Fu Changming' old Fu!

The people in the second group don't even have to think about it, it's definitely Cai Shaoxing.

There is no better fit than this seasoned ace pilot.

The leader of the third group is 'Wei Fuchang' who was pushed out by Bai Dayong, and as for Su Huang, a small intermediate pilot, it is not in the scope of consideration, even if the issue of rank is not considered, the age is not very believable.

The leader of the fourth group is Lin Huayu, but there is nothing surprising about it.

"Boom !!"

The roar of engine ignition echoed in the cabin, and across five or six fighters, Su Di could vaguely see two pillars of fire in the tail spout of the fighter jet, orange and cyan, gradually fading.

As the fighter plane ignited, the originally calm atmosphere seemed to be ignited.

Immediately afterwards, the three fighters led by the old Fu Jian-20 slid out of the hangar neatly, on the long circular runway, moving slowly from south to north, the dark fuselage under the sun is like two sharp blades, but it still has a power that cannot be concealed, this is the country's heavy weapon, one of the top equipment of the Air Force 'J-20'.

Compared to the bright sunshine in the morning, the sky in the afternoon was much darker.

However, I heard them say that there is no rain today, and you can fly boldly with confidence.

The three fighters were parked side by side at the take-off line, silver and white on both sides and dark in the middle, and the other two were like the wingmen of the old man, and the position was slightly further back than the fighter in the middle, as if the center was the main one.

"Report to the tower, Unit 1 is ready, request lift-off. ”

After waiting, the old man's deep voice came out of the radio, returning information to the tower.

"Liftoff!"

The short two words are very in line with the style of the old lieutenant general 'Xu Qianlong'.

After receiving the order, the three fighters moved very neatly, and galloped out the moment the sound fell, maintaining a distance of two to three meters between each fighter, and thus smoothly stretched their metal wings into the sky.......