Fog is not uncommon in winter. 『『【Latest Chapter Reading Baoliny】Looking at a book? ・1K?a?nshu・CC But you can't see anything in front of you, which makes you a little unsure.

If you look closely, it's not white, and you can see some vague outlines in the thick fog. But I don't know what is going on around me or where I am. The sense of orientation is also completely lost, and it is somewhat difficult to judge the direction of gravity. This fog is so thick, you should feel desolate and depressing in it; But for some reason, my heart is soaked in some indescribable comfort and happiness.

Are you alive, or is it the afterlife in front of you?

Meng Struck raised his hands, and he felt that even his own hands seemed to have turned into fog, hazy. Maybe it's just that the eyes can't see clearly, but at least the body is still really there. There is a feeling in the back and feet that I am sitting instead of floating.

The fog grew thicker, and even the blurred black shadows in the distance were completely hidden in the vast white mist. He looked down at his hand again, but he still couldn't see clearly. Maybe there was no fog at all, just something was wrong with the eyes; Or maybe there is a fog, so thick that it looks like it is soaked in white milk, and it obscures the view tightly.

Meng Jing calmed down, tried to feel his heartbeat and breathing, and only laughed after a long time: "It turns out that I am not dead, I am definitely not dead." ”

He reached out, trying to get more information by touch. As a pilot, the first instinct is to reach out your left hand and start touching from the left rear, which is the procedure for take-off checks. When the movements are practiced, they will naturally melt into the blood. The first thing to come into contact with a foreign object was the side of the little thumb, as if touching leather furniture or some other man-made object. Further along, it's a handle. The shape of the hard design fits very well in the palm of the hand, just like a mold that is buckled upside down with your own hand. The forearm is naturally flat, and almost every inch of skin in the palm of the left hand is supported, and the fit is perfect.

With a long breath, Meng Zhu understood why there was a sense of comfortable security. What can be such a feel, there has never been an object that can fit so closely to one's own caressing, it can only be the cockpit throttle lever of the J-2O test fighter, specially customized, every detail is completely consistent with the body, only the J-2O can bring such a feeling to himself.

Obviously, I was sitting in the cockpit of the fighter jet, and the feeling of being hard behind me was that of an ejection seat, and the feeling of a qiē was so familiar that there was nothing special about it.

Is the plane still flying, Meng Zhan himself can't confirm this. One? Reading? ・1?・cc

The noise and vibration seem to be absent, but it seems to be felt in a trance.

I know that I can't perceive it, and this feeling is really indescribable. The environment is like this, and so is the body. The breathing and heartbeat were so clear, but I couldn't even see my hands. The most reasonable explanation can only be that there is something wrong with your brain, maybe the fog is not there, and it is as usual, but the brain has just cleared up, and you can't feel anything.

But it's hard to be yourself. If you are in another place, you may be confused; But this is in the cockpit of the aircraft. A fighter has a complex and advanced integrated search and detection system that is far superior to that of humans. You don't need to look at it, you can get enough information just by touching it. The hand continues to grope on the left control panel, confirming the position of each switch and button. Meng Struck is all too familiar with this process, and when he was an aviation cadet, the instructor required every pilot to be able to inspect the cockpit blindfolded, and did not need to see anything to complete the basic flight. A fighter pilot can be hit at any time, and after an aircraft malfunction or fire, the cockpit will be filled with smoke, and operating with your eyes closed is a basic skill.

Half a minute later, Meng Strike confirmed a strange fact: according to the instrument status, there was no doubt that he was flying, and even the booster rocket safety bolt on the ejection seat had been removed and was working normally. But he didn't know when he woke up, where he got on the plane, and why he took off. All the qiē seemed to be sleepwalking.

What's even stranger is that if you confirm something, it will be clearly presented. The more confident you are in your heart and the more accurate the image in your mind becomes, the clearer the things that are confirmed.

Why don't you imagine a dinosaur or an alien or something in front of you and see if it will pop up too. Meng Struck began to think that his stupid idea was ridiculous, he couldn't paint an accurate picture of aliens in his mind, and of course there would be no aliens out of thin air.

Must be firmer and more confident!

Meng Struck was completely sure that he was alive, living in this bizarre world, and staying in the cockpit of a fighter jet in flight, no doubt. The stronger the thoughts in my head, the more my eyes seem to be able to see: the green diffraction head-up display, the whole large multi-function display device, my judgment is really correct, in front of me is the cockpit dashboard of the J-2O prototype.

The aircraft's systems are working normally, with readings at altitude and in space, and within the normal cruising range.

Firm in this idea, the struck ears heard the motive noise, the cockpit sound, and the body also felt the vibrations from the plane.

It seems that as usual, it is a normal day.

He is Meng, a flying mercenary who has left the army.

He began to check the inertial navigation system, which was working fine, but he did not know the direction; The inspection of weapons and fire control systems was completed, and the aircraft was fully loaded with ammunition; The fuel readings have been checked, and it seems that it has just taken off. On the whole, I am participating in a big war, otherwise the plane would not have enough fuel, fully loaded missiles and full of cannon shells.

As soon as I thought of this, I saw the outlines of other planes outside the cockpit.

The shadow of a double fighter appeared in front of the left. Meng Zhen squinted and looked at it for a while, feeling a bit like a J-15 Flying Shark carrier-based fighter. In the clouds and mist, the details of the shadows began to become clear: the wingtip stepped pylons, the Taidong aircraft produced by the Central Da 6, which was indeed the J-15, belonged to the Central Da 6 Naval Aviation Carrier-based Aircraft Unit.

Carrier-based fighters will not strike alone. After all, aircraft carriers have limited capacity, and in order to achieve combat results, it is necessary to concentrate all forces in a short period of time and advance at the same time.

When this thought popped into his head, Meng Zheng saw more shadows.

I was originally in the J-15 fleet of the Central 6 Hainan Airlines.

He searched for memories and remembered why he was here.

The dispute of the former US Big 6, the Central Big 6 Peacekeeping Volunteer Team, and the J-15 aircraft group went deep into the former US Big 6 to carry out peacekeeping operations. There seems to be a vague impression in my mind. In other words, he is among his former comrades-in-arms, or at least he is flying with his allies.

Meng Bang's heart immediately swelled with strong excitement, this is a different city to meet a fellow villager, the joy in my heart is really indescribable. Comrades-in-arms are about to start a big battle! Yourself is one of them!

He almost snapped into his hands. Ever since he left his homeland and wandered across the ocean, tracking the Hundred Day Oni, he had never felt the warmth of such a collective battle. This is a unique feeling that only a warrior can have, and I am afraid that outsiders will not be able to understand it.

"Keep up with the team! Let's fight together! ”

He turned on the radio megaphone and placed it in the hot mic position, so that he could listen to everyone and be with his comrades without having to press the call switch.

Meng Bang held his helmet and put the earmuffs close to his ears to listen to the voices of his comrades.

Noises began to appear in the headphones, radio noises that I was all too familiar with. If no one is talking, then say hello yourself. A feeling of excitement and joy filled his chest.

Just as his lips were about to move, a voice came from the headphones:

"Be careful! There could be a trap. ”

"Traps? Who you are, report identity. ”

No more sounds.

Who is talking, Meng Hit can't think of it. He couldn't tell if he knew the voice, or if it came from a group of friendly planes. If he thought about it carefully, he couldn't even tell if the voice was male or female.

"Where is the trap and what is the trap?"

Meng Ji asked, but there was still no sound. He looked around and saw where the traps were.

The heavier the doubt, the more blurred the sight becomes. "Are these friendly planes traps?" The J-15 in front was a little invisible, as if it had flown into the clouds.

"Oops, the formation is in the clouds." If you can't check it out quickly, there may be a risk of collision.

He straightened up, scrutinizing. Just now, I clearly saw the characteristics, naval insignia and identification marks of the Central Da 6 production fighters. I am familiar with it, how can I be wrong. "Sure enough." The silhouette of the friendly machine became clear again, just like the teammate in his memory.

"You might even be able to meet someone you know." Meng Bang thought to himself. After all, there are many old comrades-in-arms who are still in the Central University 6 Hainan Airlines, and it is not surprising that they may have become captains and instructors, and they are still in service.

Mengsheng relies on the muscle memory of the body to operate the plane, and he can control this 2O-ton weapon without looking. With his left hand, he gently and slowly pushed forward the throttle, added slightly, and caught up with the J-15 fighter in front. The plane was so clear and accurate that it was exactly as I remember it.

"Who's that?"

He seemed to remember something, and a deeper memory was awakened.

The J-15 in front of you also shows more and more detailed features, the vertical tail shines in the sunlight, and a fierce and heroic shark is painted on it, with a unique appearance, as if it wants to swallow the sea; The leading edge of the wing is somewhat mottled with paint, which is a medal that represents frequent high battles; The cockpit can also be seen clearly, with two and a half rows of bright red five stars painted on the side of the nose, representing the results of 17 aircraft. There is only one person who can achieve such a record, one of the seven aces of the First Sino-Japanese War.

"Qiao Fu, it's Qiao Fu!" Meng Strike got excited.

The pilot sitting in the cockpit opposite is broad, sturdy with his shoulders. Qiao Fu is a body with short legs and a long waist, which looks a little cramped in the Soviet-style cockpit. He Ming's bent sitting posture was also ridiculed as a large prawn. There is no doubt that that person is Qiao Fu, who is too familiar with Meng. After encountering the death of 6 Tong and Shi Yi, he has always felt so powerless and lonely in the face of the Hundred Day Ghost, and now he finally met his comrades again and can fight side by side again.

Meng Strike wants to continue to add and get closer to his comrades.

The battle of the former United States is over, and Qiao Fu may have led the team on a victory parade, and he is also one of the pilots of the parade. I really want to land quickly and hug him.

"I don't have to deal with the Hundred Days Ghost alone."

He excitedly wanted to push the throttle again.

Suddenly the headphones rang, and it was the same voice again: "It's a trap!" Qiao Fu is dead! ”

"Dead? Is Qiao Fu already dead. ”

Meng Struck felt that his memory was a little blurry, and he looked ahead suspiciously.

The pilot in front also turned back, and the man saw himself.

"Isn't he Qiao Fu?"

When this thought pops into his mind, he can't see the other person's face clearly. In an instant, the sky changed color, and it was as if it had flown into some strange force field; It doesn't seem to be a gravitational field, because his brain is being torn apart by forces from all directions, almost tearing his entire head open