As soon as Yang Yue's control system was turned on just now, it interfered with other model aircraft nearby, although he realized the problem and turned off the control system. But in this short period of time, there was still a propeller old lady who fell, but due to the low flight and slow speed, it was only a small injury.

It was an elderly man who was operating the model airplane, he walked over to the fallen model airplane and looked at it, there was no big problem, and picked up the injured old lady.

"Hello, beautiful lady, this ground controller of yours has too much power, seriously interfering with our normal flight, in fact, this power of yours is far beyond the needs of the model aircraft, I suggest you turn down its power." What is designed by the base for military supplies must be the ground control system that kills other model aircraft in terms of power, and it is too normal to suppress the signals of these model aircraft.

Looking at this old man who spoke stiff Chinese, he came to suggest to himself, Yang Yue saw that this old man's model aircraft had just been damaged because of his own negligence, and he was embarrassed to explain.

"I'm sorry I just debugged and I overlooked that you guys were also flying model airplanes. But because of our model airplane, the power can't be too small. ”

The old man was upset to see that the lady from the Republic would not accept his proposal. "But this is a public place, and you can't let your flight get in the way of everyone's flight."

Knowing that she was at a loss, Yang Yue didn't know how to answer. At this time, hearing that there was something outside, Yang Hui came out of the tent and saw Yang Yue talking to an old man about what to say while standing together. Walked over to see what was going on, and suddenly saw a broken American-made P40 fighter model next to the old man, and at a fixed glance, it was actually the Flying Tigers livery, according to the old man's stiff Chinese and his age, it is not difficult to guess the identity of this old man.

"Dear Flying Tigers Officer, first of all, I would like to express my gratitude to you as a citizen of the Republic." During World War II, the Flying Tigers were a flying team sent by the United States, and their fighter pilots were called "flying officers".

Seeing this young man who came out, he saw his identity at a glance, and the old man was surprised and continued to speak stiff Chinese.

"Fighting fascism is the unshirkable responsibility of all cowboys with a sense of justice."

Seeing that the old man had eased his mood, Yang Hui immediately struck while the iron was hot and continued.

"Yes, then please come with me to the tent and have a look, and you may understand everything after seeing the contents of the tent."

The old man had actually noticed this maverick tent early on, and he was also very interested in this tent, and now invited himself to go in and have a look.

Yang Hui whispered to the three people outside, "Okay, you guys set up the system first, and don't be busy debugging first." ”

Led the old man to the tent, it was early summer, and the tent could already feel that it was much hotter than outside, but the old man was stunned when he saw the big guy in the tent, and walked to the side of the model airplane despite the heat to take a closer look, this is really a beautiful big guy.

After a long time, the old man, who still had joy on his face, walked out of the tent, quickly walked to the side of the model airplane pilots who were still doing the air show, and muttered a few words, asking them to lower the model airplane. This old man has been living in Paris for decades, and he is highly respected in the entire French and European model aircraft circles. He spoke, and the other people were naturally omnipresent, only a few people were notified, and the others also lowered their model airplanes after seeing the situation.

The model aircraft in the tent has been debugged, and when he came outside and saw that there was no other model aircraft flying in the sky, he immediately beckoned Yang Yue to quickly debug the system.

The old man over there ran to the front of the commentator at the scene, took the microphone down and said excitedly.

"Dear on-site model airplane enthusiasts, dear audiences, now we will usher in an epoch-making model airplane, his appearance will definitely sweep away all the model airplanes we are playing now, now everyone wait and see."

The control system here has been debugged, Yang Hui and Xie Lianfa are sitting on the wooden boxes behind the two console racks, ready to start the flight show, for this day when the two of them are at the base almost every day of hard training, the model aircraft have fallen five or six, now is the time for them to make a splash.

Wu Lao on the side of the tent passed on the situation inside the tent to Yang Hui and the two of them.

"Both models and the control system have been successfully connected"

"Engine start complete"

"There is no abnormality in the rudder surface control, and it can take off."

Hearing this, Director Bai and another young man slowly pulled up the side of the tent facing the runway, and suddenly, the feeling that the full hangar was opening, and as the tent opened, the whistling of the turbojet engine came from inside.

The old man of the Flying Tigers, who was still occupying the commentary seat, was excited. "Everyone, be quiet, listen carefully to this beautiful sound, it's really heavenly, heavenly."

The scene was silent, and even the ever-noisy audience didn't say a word.

"You can leave the warehouse and take off."

As a long machine, Yang Hui slowly stepped on the accelerator pedal first, and the whistling sound of the engine instantly increased the volume, so now it should be described as a roar. I saw the model airplane used from the mysterious tent explode all over the field.

"God, he doesn't have a propeller." The narrator finally remembered his profession at this time, and snatched the microphone with his hand and made a trembling sound.

"God, he doesn't have a propeller." This phrase was the first sentence of the Allied pilots in World War II when they saw the German jet as a warplane, and the last sentence received by the ground radar station, and now it is again in the skies over Western Europe.

No one cares what this commentary is talking about, they are all looking at this model airplane intently. The silver-gray paint of the whole body reflects the dazzling light in the sun, making people dare not stay on this proud model aircraft for a long time. Watching this model airplane slowly move out of the tent, someone finally reflected, the camera was all aimed at this big guy, and he kept squandering his own film.

Yang Hui's left-hand joystick was slowly pushed forward, and the wing, which was originally at the minimum sweep angle, began to slowly expand forward, and the model aircraft continued to drive on the take-off path under the impetus of the two engines.

The commentator, who had the advantage of geographical advantages, saw another one coming out of the tent again. "Oh my God, there's another one, it's coming out too, two in total."

That's right, immediately behind Yang Hui's long plane, Xie Lianfa manipulated his model aircraft and also used the tent.

Xie Lianfa's model aircraft is more stylish than Yang Hui in terms of painting, using a gorgeous tiger painting, painted with gorgeous tiger stripes on the upper fuselage and the leading edge of the vertical tail of the model aircraft, and the rest of the place is silver-gray. Compared with Yang Hui's model aircraft with low visual paint, Xie Lianfa's aircraft gives people a strong visual impact.

The old lady next to them who was playing with the propeller just now, now looking at these two model airplanes, they finally understand why they lowered their model airplanes just now. As far as these waste products are in the sky, they have no effect except to block the airspace, and the model aircraft stars of this air show must be these two big guys. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt inexplicable emotions in my heart, was it envy, jealousy, or strong possessiveness for this big guy?

Yang Hui, who was manipulating the model airplane, glanced at the expressions of those model airplane players, and their eyes were about to breathe fire, and his heart suddenly blossomed, haha, you little ones, don't go back and prepare your little money. whispered to Xie Lianfa next to him.

"Continuously, preparing for the two-plane formation to take off, we want to give them a memory that will never be forgotten, let them know that the skies of Western Europe also belong to us."

"Understood, Yang Group, you can see it."

The two model airplanes had already taxied to the take-off position, three meters apart from each other, and the two planes spread their wings and were ready to fly.

At this time, the model airplane was completely exposed to the public, and looking at these two model airplanes, someone finally recognized the model of the aircraft.

"Tornado, European joint fighter, is Tornado"

What the? It is the model aircraft of our European fighters, and this is worth it, and there will be another round of film offensive immediately, which is simply more lively than the real plane that came to the Tornado.

Look at the photo again, so let's cooperate, why fly out of a good angle to see.

"Take off."

Just two words opened the curtain of this flight, Yang Hui pressed the accelerator pedal to the end, and at the same time released the left and right brakes together, the entire model aircraft slid forward quickly like an arrow from the string, and the model aircraft of Xie Lianfa behind it almost kept up at the same time, keeping up with it at the same speed.

The take-off distance of the model aircraft is very short, today the weather is beautiful, the wind is suitable, only to run seventy meters, Yang Hui felt that he could not suppress its **, the right hand lever was gently pulled, and the flat tail immediately turned downward.

"Look, the twin planes took off in formation, they only skied less than 70 meters, this is really an excellent fighter, the European sky has their protection, we will feel extremely relieved."

Obviously, this commentary was overly excited, and now this model aircraft is being narrated as if it were a real Tornado. But now the enthusiastic audience has no joke meaning at all, because the two model airplanes that are climbing look so realistic, and now they look like real Tornado fighters taking off in the distance, so powerful, so handsome.