Han Feng and Tang Bowen sat in the cramped cabin and felt a little uneasy, because these two pilots didn't look like professionals no matter how they looked at them, the plane was shaking in the clouds, it was like a roller coaster, and the mountain of automatic rifle boxes would have been rolling all over the cabin if it wasn't tied up strongly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"GLP, have you ever learned to fly?" Tang Bowen asked, looking up at him.

"Yes, I used to study at the Moscow Aviation School. Prolos replied triumphantly.

"Oh, is that so? Are you a graduate? Tang Bowen asked something that shouldn't be asked.

GLP's face became grim, and he suddenly pushed the control stick violently, and the plane dived downward, and Han Feng and Tang Bowen, who were not prepared at all, almost fell off their seats.

After coming back to their senses, Han Feng and Tang Bowen couldn't help laughing, this kid really has a character, and he even dared not to give Tang Bowen face.

GLP is twenty-five years old this year, and after graduating from the eighth grade, he entered the Eighth Aviation School in Moscow to learn to fly, which is a junior aviation school, flying mostly small propeller planes, mainly to send qualified talents to the senior aviation school, and GLP is obviously not this material, although his physical fitness and reaction ability are comparable to the best fighter pilots, but this guy's temper is too violent, and he was expelled from school before graduating.

Nineteen-year-old GLP entered the Ryazan paratroop school under the arrangement of his parents, in this melting pot full of iron-blooded tough guys, his little skills in the aviation school were not enough, and on the first day of school, he was beaten by two Kazakh classmates from Central Asia.

But Pros, who had the fierce blood of the Russian nation, fought to catch up, learned lifelong skills in the paratrooper school, and later joined the paratrooper special forces, and made many meritorious contributions in the fierce battle with Chechen terrorists and the surprise attack on Georgia, and was already about to be promoted to lieutenant. But he was kicked out of the army because he was drunk and injured his commander, and just when he was at a loss about the future, the head of the special forces, a bald lieutenant colonel with a prosthetic leg, helped him arrange a way out and follow Dilovekis through the world in Africa.

The vastness of the African continent and the equally rude and bold Russian boss made Pros a fish in water, with his extraordinary skills and ability to fly airplanes. He became a fierce general under Dai Luo Weiqis, specializing in carrying out more difficult tasks, such as this time in the Golden Triangle, Dai Luo Wei Kes brought him over, and also asked him to start collecting people, preparing for him to show prestige here, and then hand over the arms business in this perennial war area to him to take care of.

The Antonov-12 transport aircraft is a Soviet-style four-turboprop transport aircraft installed in 1959, which is simple to control and has the characteristics of shoddy manufacturing consistent with Soviet goods. But it can withstand the toss, and it is very suitable for a copycat pilot like GLP.

Soon after the plane took off, Han Feng contacted Guo Shaoyang through the phone on the plane and asked them to send someone to the designated place to prepare to receive the arms.

Today's weather was fine, the visibility in the Golden Triangle airspace was high, GLP handed over the driving to the co-pilot, then pulled out a bottle of vodka and two pickled cucumbers from under his seat and began to drink, the Russians drink in a very different way than the Chinese. This way of blowing on the bottle is clearly alcoholism in the eyes of Chinese people, and Han Feng and Tang Bowen both shook their heads.

Suddenly, at this time. The plane trembled violently, almost throwing Tang Bowen and Han Feng out, the co-pilot shouted loudly, and GLP threw away the wine bottle, held the joystick, and cursed a few words in Russian.

"Something happened?" Han Feng unbuckled his safety belt. Dodging into the cockpit and seeing through the windshield a small, unmarked two-seater jet fighter flying high above Antonov's side, the air flow once again stirred the plane to tremble, and Pross cursed viciously, trying his best to hold on to the joystick to stay on track. At the same time, the radio was used to call for help from the base.

The lazy voice of a jet fighter pilot came from the public radio channel: "3235, this is the Shan State Air Force, you have violated the airspace over our territory, and now we order you to land at the newly built airfield in Shenga, our territorial headquarters, and again, this is the Shan State Air Force, and I order you to land at the newly built airfield in Shenga, our territorial headquarters." ”

GLP turned his head and gestured his middle finger to the fighter pilot flying in parallel, and continued to maintain the course, and the co-pilot also cursed: "Do you really think I am a fool? When did the 2,000-strong regiment of the Shan State Army have planes, and they are still Alpha Jets, they must be fakes!"

"Devon, you go to the tail of the machine to see if the machine gun can still be used, I'll light the tail to him, you knock him down. GLP said

Devon was the co-pilot's name, and he spread his hands and said, "The aft turret has been removed." ”

"That can't be helped. GLP was angry, although this fighter is only a high-level trainer aircraft, but it is fast and strong, just the 3o mm cannon can beat Antonov into a volley explosion, if it is on the ground, there may be a possibility of fighting, but in the air, whose plane is stronger and who has the advantage.

At the moment when they hesitated, the Alpha Jet got impatient, and one rolled to the back of Antonov's side, and the cannon began to roar, and a string of shells hit the transport plane with all kinds of holes, and a 3o mm caliber shell hit Devin's back, almost breaking him in two, and the blood stained the cockpit red, Prologs gritted his steel teeth, and shouted without looking back: "The parachute is under the seat, you are ready to parachute." ”

Han Feng and Tang Bowen glanced at each other, and Xun took out a parachute from under his seat and put it on his body.

"3235, this is a last warning, shake your wings if you surrender. "The threat of a fighter pilot came over the radio, in standard aviation English, but with a slight hint of Chinese accents.

The Shan State Army is an old and powerful corps in the Golden Triangle, and its leader, Se Ting, has a strength of two or three thousand people, but this person's accent is with a Chinese flavor, which has to make people feel strange.

GLP shook his wings, then left the pilot's seat, took out a long strip of green box from the cockpit cupboard, opened it with a click, took out a shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile from it, and said without a word: "Can you help me control the plane?"

"I'll come. Han Feng, who had already put on his parachute bag, immediately ran to the driver's seat, he understood the current situation, whether it was parachuting or forced landing, he would face endless dangers, and the only way out was to fight back!

"Help me open the rear hatch. GLP shouted, turning on the missile's batteries, the cooler switch, and the electronic display.

Han Feng took control of the plane and pulled down the switch of the rear door, the domestic imitation of the An-12 is the Yunba, which is the easiest to pilot.

The rear hatch of the plane slowly opened, and GLP took a one-legged kneeling position, holding the Sam-18 steadily, aiming at the Alpha Jet fighter who was monitoring behind the tail side of the An-12.

The fighter pilot did not expect the rear hatch of the transport plane to suddenly open, but leaned forward to see what was going on, and at this time the missile had already warmed up, and the cooled automatic target-finding device locked onto the fighter plane that was close at hand, and the beep sounded to indicate that the missile was ready and ready to be fired.

The jet was too close, when the two pilots of Huaxia saw GLP behind the slowly lowered hatch, they couldn't help but sweat, an anti-aircraft missile was aimed at them, and at the same time, the radar alarm in the fighter cabin also roared, the arrogant pilot woke up like a dream, pulled the joystick to escape, the Alpha jet suddenly rose, and the horsepower quickly escaped.

But it's too late, the Sam-18 is a very advanced anti-aircraft missile, and the black market price has been sold for 100,000 US dollars, and there is no market, because it can shoot down helicopters without difficulty. Low-flying cruise missiles, and even fighter jets, Alpha jets are just advanced trainer aircraft at the level of the seventies, only equipped with aircraft guns and rocket nests, and there are no infrared decoys, how can they escape the trace, not to mention that the pilot increased the thrust in a hurry, and the infrared signature of the tail nozzle was more obvious, and the missile trailed away, hitting the tail of the fighter in an instant.

A huge fireball exploded in the air, and the two pilots were reduced to ashes along with the plane before they could eject.

The transport plane was also in a mess, and the tail flames of the missiles were sprayed more than ten meters away along the channel, but fortunately, the packing boxes of weapons and ammunition were quite sturdy and did not cause an explosion, otherwise the whole plane would have turned into an even more brilliant fireball.

Han Feng stabilized the fuselage and closed the hatch, GLP dropped the canister and ran back to the cockpit, pushed Devon's body aside, and sat in the co-pilot's seat to continue to control the plane.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Prolog's head, he picked up the wine bottle and poured a big sip, and handed the vodka to Han Feng, who was in a somewhat depressed mood and took a big sip.

Tang Bowen also came over at this time, and said thoughtfully: "I just saw clearly, those two people are from our Huaxia, if my guess is right, these people should be sent from the Chengdu Military Region." ”

Chinese people!

In fact, Han Feng had already guessed it, but he didn't want to think about it, you must know that he was also from the army, knew that the army was fortunate and knew that it was not easy for the peasant army, most of these people were born in poor families, and they had no achievements in their studies before they thought of coming to the army to join the army. They carry not only their parents' expectations of them, but also their own expectations of themselves, but with GLP's shot, they can really only become ashes, just become scapegoats that no one knows has any point in sacrificing. Therefore, for the two Chinese people who tried to beat the An 12 they were riding, Han Feng felt both sadness and regret in his heart. (To be continued.) )