Carla felt very sick in her stomach. The sound in the headphones sounded like human bones and steel bars were being twisted together and twisted together, which sounded uncomfortable. Experience judged that this was not a radio noise, nor was it like electronic interference, but a nearby guy with a microphone on was broadcasting himself smashing his nasal bone to maxilla. She could even feel the vomiting sound caused by a tooth falling down her throat. "Who is spitting in the oxygen mask again?" Others in the queue noticed the noise and quipped. "Giantess Kara, I'm almost there." The tanker operator is not very old, I am afraid that he has not actually joined the army, and the communication language is very non-standard, which is somewhat difficult to understand. "I'm Kara, the fuel gauge index shows 10, refueling is complete, ready to disengage." Kara still maintains the Navy's standard reporting habits. "Okay, I've got the money. Please prepare for the next one. The refueling officer was a little impatient, he didn't think that there was any difference between the air refueling post and the vegetable market, it was nothing more than a buyer and seller, and it didn't have to be serious. The F24 heavy fighter opened its right-wing spoiler under Kara's control, slowly slowed down and slid sideways away from the refueling axis. She didn't leave immediately, but continued to slow down, letting go of the plane that followed closely behind, and gradually moving towards F4BL2424702i, which had just been plugged in