A round of winter sun, hanging on the other side of the ocean. Wisps of golden light sprinkled towards the new training base.

Under the golden morning sun, in the whistling sea breeze, and in the rushing tide, a group of recruits sat cross-legged on the ground, watching King Bailian get on the lowest performance fighter.

The soldiers guessed who would get on the plane with the king. However, after a while, no one walked up to the fighter plane on which the king had boarded.

One gets on the fighter. How to drill, how to bomb?

The recruits' eyes widened and the king who watched them closed the cabin door with wide eyes and not sparing a slight movement.

The recruits straightened up, their hands squared on their knees. The vast square suddenly became solemn.

Whining! There was a slight engine sound. Mixed with the whistling sea breeze and the rattling tide, it sounds like something special.

A minute later, the fighter slowly moved. The recruits' eyes widened, and the king's first time showing them to fly, and they became excited.

However, instead of flying quickly, the plane slowly glided towards the ocean. The fighter did not take off as fast as they used to train, but walked gracefully like a noble woman.

The recruit Danzi clenched his palms and lifted his heart.

The soldiers did not know why the king did not speed up? I was in a hurry. They knew that the king was a flyer, but he couldn't be so slow.

The fighters are approaching the cliff, and if they don't speed up, the crash is an inevitable result.

Although the recruit Eggboy understands that their king must have a way to take off. However, watching the fighter slow and approaching the cliff, they all held their breath and watched with wide eyes as the fighter fell.

"Oh!"

In the square, the frightened voices of the soldiers exhaled in fear.

"King!"

The recruit Egggo watches the plane piloted by the king fall off a cliff.

Everyone was about to stand up and run to the edge of the cliff when the commander's order sounded: "All soldiers sit in place." Don't move. ”

As soon as the commander gave the order, the soldiers who were about to stand up did not dare to move.

The recruit eggs pricked up their ears and listened to the sound of fighter jets. However, apart from the whirring of the wind through the ocean and the clatter of the sea crashing against the edge of the cliff, no fighter jets were heard.

Everyone is holding on to their hearts.

A minute passed, and the king's fighter still had not been seen, let alone the sound of the fighter jet's flight.

The recruits want to move again.

"Whoever moves, will be punished for running fifty kilometers." The commander's voice rang out again.

The commander's heart was also anxious. A minute has passed, and the king's fighter is not seen, can you not be in a hurry? Soldiers have to obey orders, no matter how anxious they are, they also have to obey military discipline.

Bai Lian has already given him an order [When I show flying, the discipline of the soldiers must not be disordered. If there is a violation, you will be fined 50 kilometers, including yourself].

The army is like a mountain.

The commander did not dare to move.

The soldiers were nervous, or because of the sun's rays, but every soldier had a red face.

If you look closely, everyone's foreheads are oozing with sweat and panting deeply.

Each soldier clasped his hands together and looked in the direction of the ocean with his eyes wide open.

Minutes and seconds passed, and the fighter piloted by the king was still not seen.

The soldier sweated more on his forehead.

The sea breeze in winter is very cold, but the soldiers can't feel the warmth and cold, only the sweat of the water~water.

A young king, not very good looking, but with the most obsessive temperament for men. She flew the lowest level fighter in the team and fell off a cliff.

Two minutes passed, and there was still no sign of the fighter.

The cliffs are high, but not high enough for a two-minute free fall.

The soldiers wanted to move again.

"Don't move!" The commander's voice was also transposed.

The king shows flying. Now, he is the supreme commander. If the king really crashed and was buried in the sea, it would not be enough for him to die a hundred times. However, with the military life on his side, what can he do?

He held on to the iron rod and steadied his trembling body. He regretted it and should have insisted on video tracking the king's flight show. In this way, everyone can watch without being so nervous that they are silent.

He, as a commander, was more worried than a soldier. What was originally a one-handed grip on the railing has now become a two-handed hold.

Bang bang bang! Whew! The sound of the waves and the sea breeze intertwined, resounding through the silent square.

Boom! The chess pieces on the large flagpole in the square swayed violently.

Three minutes later, the commander's trembling voice commanded: "Stand up!" ”

"Long live the King!" The square erupted in a chant that shook the heavens and the earth, "Long live the king!" ”

The commander watched a fighter jet rise into the ocean in the distance, gasped heavily, and sat down in his chair weakly, his back covered with cold sweat. He muttered in his heart, "King! You disappeared for three minutes, how did you do that? 】

One hundred thousand soldiers, gasping for air, muffled the sound of the tide and the sea breeze.

"Long live the King!" One square after another, one after another, resounding in the sky.

The commander stood up and ordered: "All soldiers, rest in place." ”

No one moved, standing in place, looking up at the fighter jets doing all kinds of difficult flight maneuvers in the distance.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Fighter jets in flight, firing shells one after another, exploded on the sea and in the sky, setting off very high waves.

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the King!"

The soldiers could not shout anything other than to shout this sentence.

The king piloted a fighter jet alone, how to fall off a cliff for three minutes and then take off, how to do a difficult flight while unleashing bombing.

It's a god-like operation.

The soldier watched all this, his heart was surging, and he kept shouting.

With a scream, Bai Lian flew back with a fighter jet.

"Line up!" The commander ordered, "Warmly welcome the king." ”

"Long live the King!"

Bai Lian stepped off the fighter jet, waved her hand, and got on a fighter with better performance next to her.

All the soldiers, no longer shouting, but raising their right hands, without the commander's command, all the soldiers saluted in unison.

Call!

The fighter was on the verge of launch, without dragging mud and water, without hesitation, like an arrow off the string, and took off straight.

This time the fighter did not reach the edge of the cliff and took off. Flying together, the fighter spins.

Watch the king do all sorts of flying gestures. The soldiers saluted, tears on their faces. These are tears of happiness. They had never seen King Bailian, who was only five or six years older than them, so perfect in his driving skills.

The commander looked at all the soldiers, did not give a command, but joined them, looked up and saluted.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! The fighter rose vertically, rotated, and the bullets continued to fire.

The sky was blazing and foggy billowed out.

Five minutes later, the fighter landed. All the soldiers also saluted for five minutes.

On weekdays, everyone's maximum limit is only one minute. And today, witnessing the king's high~tide driving skills, the soldiers finished the car for a long time to salute.

"Take a break!" The commander saw the king's fighter stand still and ordered, "Stand up." ”

All the soldiers woke up from a dream.

"Applause!"

The moment Bai Lian stepped off the fighter jet, there was an overwhelming applause.