On the way back, the two military vehicles did not encounter any trouble, at most it was during the war, part of the road was seriously damaged, and it was difficult to walk, but it was not a big deal, and after two hours of travel, they returned to the port where the North Sea Fleet was stationed in Yemen, ready to carry out the handover of personnel.

And Su Dian needs to dock the fighter, so there is not much to do.

There is still as much as half of the fuel in the auxiliary fuel tank in the fighter jet, after all, although the scheduled plan is to rush to Aden, but in the end it did not go, but it saves a lot of trouble.

"Tower, tower, fighter No. 24 requests to return. ”

The fighter plane was hovering in the sky, and Su Yang didn't bother to use up the fuel again, and directly connected to the communication of the tower.

"Approval to return home, please land on the mother deck immediately, over!"

At the moment when Su Di's voice fell, a response was soon transmitted.

"Understood!"

Probably because he was too tired, Su Di responded lazily, but he didn't completely relax his vigilance, at most his tense nerves relaxed a lot, after all, for a pilot, there will be no real relaxation before the fighter plane really lands on the ground, at most, it will relieve the tired nerves.

Even in your own airspace, there are still factors of insecurity.

Giving one's life to someone else is not something a good pilot should do.

At the moment of preparing for landing, the ground crew below had already checked along the deck, and after making sure that there was nothing that could damage the blades of the engine, they reported to the tower.

"Fighter No. 24, land immediately. ”

A voice came from the tower radio again, directing Su Huang and the Jian-15 under him to land.

The fighter planes in the sky circled, found the runway, the landing gear was retracted, and the nose of the entire fighter plane descended at a uniform speed, and after landing, it braked, slowed down, and threw parachutes, and after the two main tires landed, a violent friction made a harsh sound, cyan smoke, and an unpleasant smell, and the speed of the entire Jian-15 sliding on the deck runway could not help but decrease sharply.

With the help of parachutes, the fighter finally controlled the state of taxiing at low speed.

And Su Yang drove the fighter back to the original parked position, and stopped steadily after braking.

The ground crew around below handed out the wheel gears to cover the tires, hung up the grounding wire, and placed oil pans under the fighters.

The fighter turned off and the roar of the engine gradually disappeared, and Su Di leaned on the seat with tiredness in his eyes, and only then did he really breathe a sigh of relief.

I hadn't slept too well the night before, and I didn't have the slightest rest on today's long flight across regions, and when my tense nerves really relaxed, a wave of tiredness rushed to my mind.

After taking off the pilot's helmet and oxygen mask, and unfastening the seat belt, Su Di rubbed his sleepy eyes, stood up from his seat, stretched his waist, looked at the metal ladder that had been erected, and slowly climbed down.

Out of the cockpit, everything is beautiful in the outside world.

Su Di greedily took a large breath of air, the oxygen stored in the oxygen mask in the cockpit was the kind of medical-style pure oxygen, not mixed with other things, but compared to the familiar air, it was still a little uncomfortable.

The dark eyes just stared at the sea in the distance.

The sun is shining, the breeze is gentle, and the sparkling sea is shining.

I sighed in my heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still wandering in the flames of war a moment ago, how could Su Yang believe that such a beautiful scene would appear in a war-torn country, and what kind of picture would it be if there was no war here.

The sun is shining, the four seasons are like spring, facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.

Sitting on the top of the mountain to enjoy the morning sun, on the beach in the midsummer evening, the sunset is like a fire dyeing red clouds, and many young couples are holding hands and walking barefoot, tasting the wonderful feeling of love.

Perhaps, without war, this is probably what it looks like.

With his two hands on the guardrail of the deck, Su Di let out a long sigh of relief.

The more he has seen, the more he has thought, in just a few days in Yemen, Su Huang has seen much more things than he has seen in more than twenty years combined, and his heart is naturally full of emotion, and sometimes he really can't figure it out.

Mankind...... Why make wars!

Whether it was World War I or World War II, the spread of war spread to the whole world, plunging it into gunsmoke.

Lives are devastated, and rivers of blood are flowing.

For soldiers, although they are born for war, they do not desire war, and can even be said to fear war, perhaps one morning, the horn is sounded, and in confusion, they are pulled down to the battlefield to fight with the unknown enemy.

It's a bit ironic, though...... This is indeed war.

Shaking his head, he shook those strange thoughts out of his mind, and left the deck under the gaze of the ground crew, ready to go back to his room to take a shower and get a good night's sleep, and other things didn't seem to be mixed up.

Sometimes, Su Dian wondered what he was becoming a pilot for, a war machine, sitting on a fighter plane, he could harvest life with just a finger move, or something else.

Sometimes, he really envies those guards, logistics, and ground crews, who don't need to think about anything else, just stand guard, count the supplies, and maintain the fighters.

Walking on the deck, the ground crews who maintained the fighters on both sides saluted when they saw Su An, and Su Huang replied absent-mindedly one by one, although there was no title, but this flight suit was something that represented identity.

Back in the room, Su Di stripped off her clothes, went into the bathroom and took a shower to get ready for bed.

The water in the bathroom continued for more than ten minutes.

In the steaming bathroom, Su Di stared at the somewhat haggard face in the mirror, compared to the initial Qingxiu in just over half a year, he had already changed his appearance, sloppy stubble, messy broken hair, tiredness filled his eyes, like a drunken uncle hiding in a dark small house, it was hard to think that this was a pilot.

Just as Su Yan was thinking, there was a slow knock on the door of the room.

He couldn't help but be slightly surprised......