The sea fog on Baker Island is like raindrops suspended in the air, which lingers all day long, and becomes wet and cool at night. "Words * love * first * hair".? `

The rookie Maverick sat on his bed, reminiscing about the past day, thinking about it, he felt a little silly, but it didn't affect his excitement tonight. He saw the mercenary who had returned from the shift snoring on the bed, so he simply sat up, changed into his flight suit, and hung up the life-saving equipment for the sea mission. The Maverick may not be so sophisticated in human affairs, but he is definitely an expert in combat flight. Under his father's tutelage, he knew a lot about paper air combat and theoretical flying, but he didn't actually try it once. Tonight is a good opportunity.

"Carla said to stay the course."

He stepped out the door. It was dark outside, and the thin fog made visibility even less. The sea fog is so thick that sometimes I can see far away, and sometimes I feel that my surroundings are blurry, and even my arms are almost gone. The calf passed by a dead tree that had lost its leaves and saw that the bark was constantly seeping out. It didn't go far before we reached the tarmac. The hangar was filled with daytime escort fighter jets that were on strike during the day, and ground crews were nervously carrying out maintenance. The ground is covered with rows and rows of artillery shells, ready to be reloaded. In the distance, several fighter jets were moving slowly, towed by tractors to the other side of the tarmac. There was also a bonfire in the distance, which was about to be extinguished. There were several ground workers lying next to them, and they were resting; But before they all fell asleep, the calf heard a soft chatter.

He walked straight across the tarmac towards his fighter jet. Maverick's Zinnas F-1V/F was parked on the other side, alongside other Fighting Falcon fighters. This fighter is so special, with its shiny appearance and fierce shape, it is very easy to recognize even in the dark. The calf walked over, reached out and touched the composite radome, and gently stroked the palm along the smooth fuselage to the side strip: "What are you thinking?" Do you think we should play? ”

"Maverick, it's you kid wow, why don't you sleep?" There was a ground crew lying under the fighter.

"Nope. I don't want to sleep, and if I do, I'm going to miss something important. It's time to fight, and I don't sleep at this time. He looked at the ground handler, "Are you helping me maintain it?" It's an amazing fighter, you think. ”

"Oh, honestly, it's perfect."

"It used to be my dad's fighter." Maverick began to talk about his father and his past exploits.

Regarding the calf's speech, the ground crew asked curiously: "I thought you were a coward during the day, but I didn't expect you to be quite able to speak." ?.?"

"I just don't want to deal with people. Let me convince others, beg others, I can't do this kind of thing. If I were to beg a large crowd of people, it would be better for me to die. Maverick looked at his fighter jet, "But it's not the same with it." I felt so happy in it that I couldn't help but want to fly right away. He began to talk about how his father taught him to fly, from air combat theory to combat skills, and then from flying games to going to the base to operate a flight simulator, almost telling the whole story of his flying career on paper.

"Well, why don't you go back and sleep a little longer."

"Thank you for your concern, but there's no way I'm going to sleep." The calf walked over to the bunk where the ground staff was lying, "Is the plane overhauled completed?" ”

"yes, it's ready to strike at any time."

"Finished with shells?"

"It's not too late to install it when the attack plan is decided."

"I don't agree. I'm not used to putting things off, and if there's an urgent sortie, it's too late. ”

"Oh, there's kind of truth to that."

"One more thing. Help me unload all the luggage pods, no problem. These repeaters are also intended to be equipped with other aircraft, so that they do not have to be taken to the sky. ”

"Absolutely." The ground staff sat up with a grunt, full of energy.

"Did everyone else sleep too?"

"No, I don't. Some of them slept, some of them just lay down for a while, just like me, and got up when they had work to do. ”

Maverick stood by and watched as the ground crew pulled the orange lift trailer over, moved it to the position of the baggage pod under the belly of the plane, adjusted the front and rear, and calibrated the brackets. Then go to the tool box next to it, turn on the light, and take out the tools to prepare to disassemble the pod.

The ground crew next to him was woken up: "What's the matter, what are you doing?" ”

"Prepare warplanes for our little thinkers. ??.?? `”

"I'll come too, wait, I've got to drink." The ground crew got up, picked up his hat, smoothed his half-length head, tucked it in, and then turned and walked with his companion to dismantle the plane's baggage pod.

This is the battlefield, and Mavericks understand that. He had been to his father's 1O6 Combat Interception Wing, which was also a combat-ready site for the former U.S. Air Force, and was roughly similar, with a large hangar for overhaul operations in the distance and a reinforced hangar in the front row; Further beyond is the semi-circular chassis unique to the field airfield, and the chassis taxiway extends forward until it reaches into the shuttle road. The maintenance road is a wide straight road with refueling and charging equipment and ground rest areas on both sides. Further on is the large tarmac, out of which you can enter the taxiway and choose the runway on the liaison road.

Busy and nervous, but there is no smoke and artillery fire, this is the battlefield of the aviation soldiers.

However, the battlefield is an ideal beautiful wonderland for Mavericks. A qiē is so romantic, truly a manly romance: an isolated base, like a magnificent castle on a cliff. Comrades-in-arms and partners attacked side by side, and after the triumph, they squeezed together and slept in their clothes. Next to it are huge fighter jets, those are not fighters, but ferocious wyverns, dragons from legendary stories. These dragons lie on the ground, silent, but ready to leap up and burn their enemies to ashes. Who is the enemy? It's a puppet, and the puppet has no soul, like skeletons, wandering around. And you need to harness this beautiful wyvern and kill all the skeleton soldiers. Finally, find the King of the World buried by darkness. The current king of the world, in order to bear the responsibility of evolution, has become a ghost that humans cannot recognize. He must remove the darkness and dirt and allow true light and hope to return.

Two ground crews took the artillery shells and dragged them out of the belt. One of them walked under the sidestrip of the plane, unscrewed the screws and opened the cover door in turn, and the other handed over the cartridge belt. The two began to load the Maverick's F-1V/F with shells.

"They're filling my wyvern with fire, and my wyvern can breathe fire." The calf looked at it happily and laughed happily, "My wyvern is hungry, and they'll have to feed it later." ”

He looked up at the sky, how magnificent and strange the sky was, endless and deep, the sky was dotted with infinite stars, infinite and indescribable. The sky is great, the history of human challenges is written, and its own story will be recorded there.

The calf closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the darkness. Darkness is not despair, but there are countless possible hopes, none of which are unknowable and all of which are infinite. The smell of the sea was heard in the air, the whistling of aviation engines, the sound of electronic equipment, the roar of air-conditioned vehicles, and the continuous rattle of metal as one's own fighter jet loaded with shells. It was the perfect recital, the most romantic place in the world.

His mind was completely immersed in a beautiful wonderland and he felt full happiness and contentment. Gradually, he began to feel that all the qiē were revolving around him, those magnificent and great scenery, brave and senseless war beasts, and perfect music, all began to revolve around him, how beautiful, he felt that his whole body was going to float in the air.

More fighter jets began to test their motives, and the flying dragons roared one after another, merging the first part of the symphony, which was majestic and majestic.

The calf was very excited, happy, and a wonderful feeling of empowerment filled his body. His only regret was that there was no one to share it with him. How he wished that others would experience such pleasure as well. He can do it, and as long as the Hundred Days Ghost Repeater is recognized, everyone can experience this feeling.

There was a strange murmur in the beautiful symphony, and he could hear it.

A few minutes later, a ground crew came running into the hangar and shouted in this direction, "Hey, can you guys come over and help?" ”

"It's going to take a while, something."

"There is damage to the motor blades of the standby aircraft!"

yes, Maverick hears it.

The ground crew then shouted, "We have to change planes, we don't have enough people on our side." ”

"It's going to be over in a minute." The ground crew, who was preparing the Maverick's fighter jet, finished loading, closed the hatch, turned around and asked, "What's going on, Yan zhòng?" ”

"The problem is the Baker Island runway, which can't withstand such a strong take-off and landing frequency, and we have too few people to clean the runway, probably because the sand and gravel are sucked into the air intake, and the motor blades are injured."

"That's a problem." The ground crew clapped their hands, "It seems that no one will be able to sleep tonight, otherwise there will be no planes when they attack during the day." ”

As the saying goes, trouble never comes alone, and trouble always comes to the door when bad luck comes together.

A question came from the ground service intercom in the distance: "How many fighters do they have there that can fly?" ”

The answer here: "Just an F-16." "Maverick's ground crew has been preparing according to the standard process of the F-16, and they don't realize that this is a very special F-16.

The walkie-talkie said, "One, too little." ”

"What's going on again?"

"There's trouble over there, Kara. The co-pilot of the oil bar messed things up, and the unsuccessful guy didn't dare to dive, dragging Kara's night convoy into the puppet group, and now it was in dire need of reinforcements. The blades of our planes are all finished, and we can't get them out at all. Can you get some more fighters there? ”

"Let's try it."

"By the way, I'll report to the tower first, and get your F-16 guys over there ready to take off. He goes first, and one more person is alone. In any case, keep the tanker. The other party didn't expect that the only fighter that could move was Maverick's Centennial Ghost F-16, so he didn't give a detailed explanation to the tower.

Maverick was so excited that he almost trotted to the boarding ladder, his legs staggering across the pedal surface, and jumping into the cockpit of his fighter jet. Bring your helmet, fasten your seatbelt, sign the ground handling confirmation form, and you're ready to go. The other two ground crews began to remove the safety pins and drag the wheel gears.

Guidance instructions came from the tower, and it was the voice of a grasshopper: "This is Baker Island, report the aircraft number and call sign." ”

"Here's the calf, ready to go."

"Mavericks? Is it you, just you? ”

"Looks like so. Give orders, please, tell me where they are, I have to go and save them. ”

Grasshopper thought for a moment: "Okay then, but you promise me one thing." Be sure to obey Kara's orders and don't mess things up. ”

"Understood, completely understood."

The grasshopper whispered, "It's out." Then he began to guide: "Maverick, this is Beni, allow the attack." ”

"Understood." The calf activates the helmet, and the whooping ghost system begins to sympathetic connection with his brain through the guò repeater.

In an instant, the ferocious F-1V/F began to roar long, resounding through the sky. The modified photoelectric turret on the windshield emits a faint green light, like a green one-eyed.