The castle tower airport was blazing with flames, and the gray and black plumes of smoke rising from the flames tumbled upwards in the alternating light of red and blue warning lights. sporadic explosions and crackling sounds of fire, like elemental spirits struggling in the fire; The rising and extinguishing sparks are like a memorial to their futility.

The crowd around them was not panicked, there was no fear, and the firelight reflected their faces warmly, as if it were a festive bonfire. As for what is burned, it's none of my business.

Meng Zhen looked at the place where the smoke rose into the sky in the distance was his parking position, for fear that the fighter would be damaged in any way. In more than three hours, it is the scheduled time for the attack, and if the fighter plane is damaged at this moment, all other efforts will be in vain. What's more, the mercenary airport in the castle tower town has staggered internal pipelines, cables and cables, and the shanty town and the hangar are hooked together, and once the fire passes through the chain, it can be burned into a sea of fire.

At this time, it was as if the struck heart was also thrown into it and burned. He was so anxious that he stepped like an arrow to the scene and gouged his heart out of the fire. But at this time, my waist and legs are still sore, and if it weren't for the help of the green hair, I'm afraid I would have to climb over to watch, let alone rush back to the airport immediately.

Green Mao'er listened to Meng Bang say that it was his parking position, and his anxiety and nervousness were overflowing. When he was holding on to the attack, he pushed the fat attendant next to him with his right hand and shouted: "What are you looking at, don't you see that the eldest brother is in a hurry!" Get my car over! ”

The fat follower looked embarrassed, opened his mouth and said, "The car keys and wallet...... I was ...... by the 'ditch rat' just now."

Before he could finish speaking, the green hairy er waved his palm at the back of the fat attendant's head, and then kicked his leg again: "You guy!" Then he squeezed his lips and gritted his teeth, took out a plug-in key from the inner pocket of his jacket and threw it over, "If you are used to stealing, you must have a backup!" Make no mistake, the one with a leopard's face on it. ”

The fat follower is quite quick-eyed, and with a slap of his palms, he grabbed the key that flew towards his head. Then he turned around and ran to the side of the road.

Then the green hairer turned to Meng Strike and said, "Big brother, don't worry! I have a modified 'Lotus', produced before the war! The younger brother modified it himself. Fast speed, good steering, no speed ......"

I can't control so much of the attack, and when I heard that my newly recognized little brother has a car, of course I feel a lot more at ease, but this anxiety has not diminished at all. After a while, the fat man drove a Proton Gen-2 in blue and white racing car livery and slammed it against the roadbed. Green Mao didn't care about the car, and hurriedly helped Meng Bang into the passenger seat, and he drove the two attendants to the back row, and then pulled the door and lifted his feet to get into the car: "I'll personally open it for the eldest brother!" ”

Along the way, the mud splashed body and the stone scraped chassis were all ignored, and Lu Maoer gave full play to his greatest driving feeling, just trying his best to rush to the castle tower airport. The two fat men in the back seat were shaken so that their noses were crooked. Meng in the co-pilot's seat kept staring at the smoke column in the airport. At this moment, you can already see a few white beams of foam swaying from side to side, and it seems that the fire truck has finally arrived.

Driving to the gate of the castle tower airport, the gate was already crowded with people.

Meng struck the crowd and swept it with his falcon eyes, then slapped him on the thigh and shouted, "It's over!" It's over, it's over! ”

He saw the caretaker in his parking area in the crowd, and standing next to him was the waitress of the "Aisanberg Brothers" weapons and equipment chain - Hinti at the beginning of th. Seeing that the two were clubbing at the door, their plane must have been affected by the fire.

When the green hair was still slowing down, he pulled the car door and jumped off with both legs raised. At this time, his legs were not fully recovered, and Meng Zhu slid down to the guard and grabbed him by the collar.

The caretaker was short, grabbed his collar by Meng, and his toes were lifted, and he couldn't say anything: "Mr. Meng...... Mon, we're looking for you everywhere, I'm going to ......"

"How's my plane?" This is the sentence of Meng Hit Split, he didn't listen to what the guard had to say, he only cared about whether the plane was damaged.

"Yes...... However, we have been looking for you for a long time, and you have to ......" The caretaker's incoherent words, combined with flustered gestures, made it even more difficult to understand.

Meng Zhu couldn't ask a reason, and suddenly spread away from the other party: "What are you talking about!" Useless stuff! Meng Zhu turned around and sat back in the car, and yelled at the green hair in the driver's seat, "Go!" Let's go by ourselves and let me lead the way. ”

"Understood!" The green hairy child entered the state again, lifted the clutch and stepped on the accelerator to drive uphill, and entered the mercenary airfield in the castle tower.

"Turn right, turn left on the fork in the road......" Meng's expression was tense, and his eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames, "Turn right again, go straight to the end!" ”

The airport is big inside and it's a mess all around. As the car jolted, it soon came to the tactical aircraft parking area. Along the way, all kinds of fighters passed, such as F-15CJ, F-15K, and small T-50 and F-CK-1 were staggered and hooked up, and the two fat followers in the back seat of the car were stunned, and the green hairy child also drooled. They had never seen so many fighter planes gathered and parked in patches, as if they had entered the colosseum of ancient Rome, and the atmosphere of war was deeply infectious.

Just past the parking area, there are two red fire trucks and some firefighters wearing fluorescent black fireproof suits walking outside. Lu Mao'er said while driving: "Big brother is worried, look at this posture, the fire has been extinguished, it's okay!" ”

Meng Strike was only thinking about his fighter at the moment. I thought things must be terrible, but I shouldn't let the bottom go bad. Now that I have seen my parking position caretaker, I am afraid that the damage to the body is inevitable. But I don't know how damaged it will be, and how long it will take to return to the basic combat state.

While thinking about it, Meng Zhan suddenly saw a huge B-1B "Lancer" supersonic strategic bomber rushing into his eyes, and the huge body of the parked plane occupied all the sight outside the car, and his eyes were full of the fuselage of the plane.

At this time, Meng Zheng hurriedly shouted: "It's over!" It's been opened! Turn around and go back. "But I don't think it's right, I didn't see my plane just now, how could I walk by?

When the green hairy heard this, she turned around, and she felt it even more. Stick out your tongue and lick your upper lip from left to right: "Okay! He swung his left hand to the upper left of the steering wheel, and lowered his right hand to hold the handbrake. Then he stepped on the clutch and turned the steering wheel to the right at the same time, and everyone in the car was thrown to the left wall of the car in an instant.

"I feel it!" Greenfur yelled, spun the steering wheel half a circle to the left, and then pulled the handbrake to lock the rear wheel. At this time, only the brake pads squeaked and screamed, and the whole car was thrown sideways.

Seeing that the body had turned 180 degrees, the green hairy forgot to let go of the handbrake in excitement, and the entire Proton Gen-2 began to continue to slide sideways and lose control, whimpering in circles towards the ammunition loading truck under the fuselage of the B-1B bomber.

"Loosen the handbrake! Hurry back to the right direction! Meng Zhen saw that something bad was going to happen, and he threw himself sideways to the side and finished the action by pressing Green Mao'er's hand.

Green Mao'er saw the hilly B-1B bomber pressing over, and his face became as green as his hair. Fortunately, the car gradually stopped, and he gasped and pulled into first gear and drove back.

Meng Zheng saw the car back to the right road, and exhaled a long breath: "Good guy! We're almost here to tell. That B-1B had 24 standoff missiles in its belly. If this is all blown up, Huangquan Road will be lively. ”

"Hmm...... Well. The green hair's voice trembled a little, and the faces of the two fat men in the back seat were already frightened.

At this moment, Meng Zheng suddenly sighed: "Oh! Oh - roar roar, stop it. ”

Hearing Meng Strike say this, Green Hair was stunned and stopped the car. But he didn't see an airplane here, but I should say he didn't see anything that looked like an airplane.

Meng knocked open the door and got out of the car, covered his head with his hands, and walked forward step by step: "Wow! Wowhaha! I ......"

Seeing Meng Zhu like this, Lu Maoer and the two fat men hurriedly got out of the car and followed, walking behind Meng Zheng. They saw a black mess like a garbage heap buried under the white foam of a red airport fire truck in front of them, like scorched bones under the snow.

At this time, the roar of the attack had already begun to creep into the hearts of others: "I...... I am back! ”

The fat follower was so frightened that his legs and stomach turned tendons, and he asked the green hair: "Our big brother is ...... Who do you say hello to? ”

"Huh?" At this moment, the green hairer didn't feel anything strange about Meng's behavior, he could understand Meng's mood.

The fat attendant's eyes were still full of puzzlement: "I'm asking, who is our eldest brother saying 'I'm back'?" ”

"Who's going to say?" Green Maoer also looked at the fat follower with the same 'puzzled' eyes, "Of course, I said it to the eldest brother's own fighter." ”

"Why are you talking to a fighter?"

"Well, why don't you understand." Green Fur sighed, turned around, and put his hand on the shoulder of the fat follower, "You don't have your own crotch car, you can't experience it." Do you remember when I worked hard to modify our 'Lotus' car in the starry night? I take care of it as if I were my lover. I totally understand Big Brother ......"

"Hmm." The fat attendant nodded, thoughtful.

"No!" Green Maoer roared again, "This relationship is comparable to that of lovers!" This is a war horse that is born and dies with himself. BMW is a good horse, what heroes want. Do you understand? A car is 10,000 times more important than a woman! You know what! A car is 10,000 times more important than a woman! ”

"I understand, I understand." The fat follower was also frightened by the green hair, but he also knew the green hair's feelings for the car.

At this moment, Meng's fists are clenched, his arms are towering, his eyes are about to burst, and his teeth are eager to be crushed! He roared one after another, "I'm back!" The people next to him were all terrified.

Meng Zhu walked over to the pile of charred metal bones, reached out his hand, and gently wiped off the firefighting foam one by one.

The whole pile of wreckage was also 20 meters long, and the struck was wiped from head to tail like this, muttering, "Don't worry, I'm back......"

Under his wipe, the nose of this MiG-1.44 fighter gradually appeared. When the body was burned by the flames, the landing gear of the plane was broken, and the fuselage lay on the ground like a giant whale stranded. The entire nose was broken from the root, and the nose cone exploded from the inside out. The fuselage collapsed, revealing the partitions one by one, turning outwards like rows of ribs. And all kinds of equipment equivalent to the internal organs of the plane were burned to the ground and washed everywhere. The control and oil pipelines are like the veins of an airplane, which have been broken in the fire, and the remnants of the roots are twisted and sintered together.

Meng Yan didn't care about the residual flames and the residual temperature, and cleaned the fuselage little by little with his entire body. With this sound of "I'm back", most of the wreckage of the entire MiG-1.44 fighter has gradually been revealed. It was once a sturdy steel flying beast, but now all that remains is this pile of stump scorched bodies.

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