From an altitude of 10,000 meters to a medium and low altitude of two or three thousand meters, Qi Hong is confident that he has ruled this airspace, and he has regained his former glorious moment, and his chest is full of passion.

This is the second division, and it is Nanbatian!

"Divisional commander! You've been shot down! Teachers!!! ”

Fang Chenghe's voice suddenly appeared, and there was silence on the radio.

"What the hell is that!"

A strangely shaped aircraft with gray low-visibility paint sped from behind Qi Hong, reaching a speed of 1,400 kilometers per hour, and on the nose of the plane were several huge Arabic numerals - 95533.

There was a simulated air combat confrontation system hanging on his belly, and it almost flew over the oblique end of Qi Hong's No. 01 fighter, and the strong air flow brought over made Qi Hong almost fail to grasp the operating lever!

"The Red Army Cave! You've been shot down! Repeat, you have already been shot down! The ground operator repeatedly reminded Qi Hong, and he could hear it, and the ground terminal operator was equally shocked.

It turned out to be a J-6 Plus fighter!

The Soviet two seventies of the Red Army were all stunned, and they saw with their own eyes that the No. 95533 J-6 Plus came out from behind the mountain, caught up with the No. 01 SU-27UBK at a speed of more than the speed of sound, and shot down the unsuspecting Qi Hong from behind.

The simulated air combat countermeasure system faithfully recorded all the information received by the pod carried by the SU-27UBK No. 01, and it was 100% judged to be shot down.

"J-6?"

Qi Hong finally reacted, and then saw that the J-6 did not reduce its speed, flew left and right, spun and jumped, rolled the barrel, turned and turned again, in the formation of the Red Army, it was like a spirit monkey returning to the forest, and when you thought it was impossible, it could always appear unexpectedly in the position that you didn't expect but was the most suitable for him.

You can't imagine what the concept of a fighter plane with more than 30 years of military age and born 50 years ago pulling smoke on the heads of a group of third-generation aircraft of the pride of the sky!

A bending and intertwined red smoke swept through the Red Army's fleet like a ribbon in the hands of a dancer, and no one could stop it. Maybe when the other party rushes over your head or belly less than 10 meters at high speed, you will also have a strong sense of powerlessness, and you will be helpless.

Everyone was frightened, the third-generation planes of the Red Army were more like a group of little children who went to the river to play in the water together, and after being caught by the old grandfather, they waved the thin wicker in their hands to chase and whip, and there was no other reaction except howling and crying.

All the Red Army fighters maintained a flight attitude, including Qi Hong. They were like students who had done something wrong, quietly accepting the roaring reprimand of their husband. They slowly lined up in unison, neatly lining up on the left and right flanks of the 95533 J-6 Plus, like the most loyal and brave soldiers in the world being inspected by the old general.

Liu Xiao, who was shot down, was at high altitude at this time, and he turned on the reconnaissance pod to record the air battle screen according to the opportunity, and completely filmed the whole process of the appearance of No. 95533 J-6 Plas to the present.

The Red Army pilots saluted the 95533 J-6 Plus, knowing that when the fighter plane, which represented half a century of the Chinese Air Force, took to the skies, they had lost all the battles, and the J-6 Plus won it all.

In the face of even the most powerful enemy, even if you dare to do your best, all nations will never be defeated!

No. 95533 J-6 Plus accelerated his dive, dived towards the high mountain, and then opened fire, hitting all the cannons on the peak, indicating that he was finally going to disarm and return to the field, and he exhausted everything to defend the blue sky of the motherland, and came to the end of his life.

He returned with staggering steps, and all the Red Army fighters followed closely to present the escort formation, firmly guarding him in the middle, like escorting a veteran returning from the battle, and like welcoming a martyr who had been buried in his homeland for many years.

We are an invincible force!

When Li Zhan drove the No. 95533 J-6 Plath to the ground, everyone on the ground burst into tears. What they see is not an old body, but the Great Wall of steel in the sky of the motherland that countless predecessors and martyrs have forged with flesh and blood in the past half century, and what they see is the courage of countless predecessors and martyrs to resist the prying eyes with rudimentary weapons and equipment in order to protect the peace of the people of the motherland!

Fifteen SU-27 fighters made their way to the field at a low altitude for the first time, paying the highest respect to the J-6 Plus. The entire row of habitually forgotten J-6 fighters once again ushered in the most glorious moment of their lives, and they could finally smile.

Sixth master, let's go!

Li Zhan stood on the edge of the runway, holding a flight helmet between his arms, took off his white labor protection gloves, and saluted the No. 95533 J-6 Plus that was towed away by the tractor. The twin engines were scrapped, and in ten consecutive minutes of high-intensity use, in ten consecutive minutes of high-speed flight, the 95533, which had been in service for thirty years, finally exhausted the last trace of strength.

But he was satisfied, and he left behind an eternal fighting spirit before he retired from active service and left this glorious collective!

Li Zhan walked through the grass and across the taxiway, watching the No. 95533 J-6 Plus being dragged directly into the warehouse, witnessing the end of the half-century-long era of suffering and glory.

Looking at Li Zhan in the flight area, on the main tower, Vice Minister Liang sighed deeply, "He was born to lead the troops, and all his subordinates were killed, and he will never survive." ”

"Maybe he never thought about doing something to show his subordinates, he just thought that even if he only had a piece of scrap metal in his hand that could fly, he would rush into the enemy line. Chief, the most important thing he brought to the 101st Regiment was the bloody nature of the soldiers, the fighting spirit of looking at death as home. Xue Xiangdong's lips trembled, and his eyes were full of tears.

Vice Minister Liang closed his eyes slightly, wiping away the old tears from the corners of his eyes, "Yes, the equipment is getting better and better year by year, but the blood is getting less and less year by year." The formalization of military training, the lax discipline of military units, and the weak thinking of officers and men in preparing for war have reached an important level! ”

"Chief, that's an exaggeration." Chen Hualin was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "It's still good overall, you see, isn't Li Zhan a good example?" You used to say that a good soldier can influence a large number of soldiers, but a bad soldier cannot affect the troops. I couldn't agree more. ”

Vice Minister Liang was moved, and it was difficult to take back his emotions at once, and he said in a deep voice, "Soldiers are a special profession, and Chinese soldiers need to have dedication. Some people open their mouths and close their mouths to money, some people think about their official hats every day, and some people always want to take advantage of the public. Will the troops still have combat effectiveness in the long run? How else can the troops fight? You don't have to be beaten by others to collapse yourself! ”

He looked at Li Zhan, who was slowly walking towards the tower, and on the runway behind Li Zhan, the Red Army's fighter planes were landing one after another, signaling the end of the air combat competition.

"There are fewer and fewer soldiers like Li Zhan who have detached themselves from low-level interests and regard money as dung and are dedicated to building a strong people's air force, sometimes I really hope that there will be a hundred and ten thousand of him, if it can be realized, our people's air force will stand tall among the world's most powerful air forces just around the corner!"

Xue Xiangdong's tragic mood was perfectly destroyed by Vice Minister Liang's words, and he secretly continued to say in his heart: If there are 11 million of him, the military budget of our air force will not be enough to give them a rod fee! Is he still a man who is free from low tastes and has money like dung? I don't believe you just broke me out with a cannon! I even suspect that the guy secretly drove the J-6 Plus up so as not to miss the opportunity to earn a pull-up rod fee!

It's just a nonsensical suspicion, and it is impossible for Li Zhan to calculate those small accounts at this moment. Seeing their soldiers shot down one by one, even Chen Hualin and Xue Xiangdong had the urge to rush out and take off to fight in the air, not to mention Li Zhan.

The mad demon brigade was brought out by him, and he taught them one by one, and to a certain extent, those were his students! How can a teacher be indifferent to seeing his students being shot down one by one!

The open-top commuter car sped along the parallel highway from the side of the tarmac, and Li Zhan stood on the side of the road as he saw Qi Hong and Fang Chenghe sitting in the car.

The car stopped, and Li Zhan saluted them.

Qi Hong jumped out of the car and walked over, and only returned the salute until he walked up to Li Zhan, and Li Zhan put down his hand.

Looking at Li Zhan, Qi Hong said, "Li Zhan, I have to admit that I did something stupid. If you have the opportunity in the future, I still hope that you can return to the second division, where there is your home. ”

Still not giving up, but he finally admitted his mistake himself.

Li Zhan said, "Report to the chief, revolutionary soldiers are bricks that need to be moved wherever they are needed!" ”

Formulaic answer, Qi Hong has nothing that he can't get over in his heart, he is responsible for what he does, and he also told Li Zhan about this.

Qi Hong turned around and got into the car, Fang Chenghe walked over, showed the smile of his old father, patted Li Zhan's shoulder heavily, there were tears hidden in his eyes, and he said, "Good job, the soldiers brought out by Madman Liu are all good!" I'll bring you a message for someone, someone went to visit Liu Guisong for you, you can train with peace of mind. ”

"My senior sister?" Li Zhan was stunned.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, he would go to sweep Liu Guisong's tomb, but the weight of this year's training task forced Li Zhan to never leave the field, so he could not make the trip.

Fang Chenghe nodded slightly, "It's her." Sometimes, she will contact you to worship again so that you don't get distracted. ”

"I understand." Li Zhan lowered his head.

"Don't hang your head, your soldiers are watching over there." Fang Chenghe said.

Li Zhan shook his head to look over, and the mad demon brigade on the tarmac was waiting in a neat line.

"There are two weeks of residency training that should be over, and I will return to Dongku today, and I am afraid that I will not have a chance to see you again." Fang Chenghe sighed lightly, "I'll reveal good news to you in advance." The Su Liangqi eliminated by the second division will be handed over to you, and you can retire the sixth master. ”

"Really?" Li Zhan was pleasantly surprised, and everything else was left behind.

Nodding slightly, Fang Chenghe said, "Senior Commander Qi has a lot of energy, he speaks very effectively, and the things he promised basically didn't run." ”

Li Zhan hurriedly asked, "When will it be in place?" If you want me to say that you don't drive back, just stay here. ”

His attention is not at all on whether Master Qi's energy is big or not, but when he can drive the third-generation machine, no matter how old and bad it is, it is also a third-generation machine, and it is also the existence of crushing the second-generation machine!

Surprisingly, Fang Chenghe actually groaned slightly, and said, "You can think about it, and I will help you talk about it." ”

"Thank you, Commissar!"