The apron of the attached station of the military region.

Yang Luo looked at the Jianjiao-7 that stopped in front of him, and said in surprise, "Division Commander, you flew over directly?" ”

"Otherwise, I'm also a pilot, okay? If I don't fly a plane, do you want me to drive over and waste my time on the road? Song Yongqi said angrily.

"Cow." Yang Luo gave a thumbs up and said, no wonder he let himself change into flight gear when he was packing his luggage in the dormitory.

Others will take civil airliners at most on a business trip, but the leader of the flight unit is a cow and directly flies the plane.

Glancing at the clothes Song Yongqi was wearing, winter clothes, and then looking at himself, Yang Luo obediently climbed up the boarding ladder to the front cabin.

Fix the luggage, put on the flight helmet, connect with the data interface of the cockpit, and assist the maintenance to close the cockpit glass cover.

Turn on the avionics, check the instruments, slide into the main runway and brake to stop, obtain meteorological parameters and take-off permission according to standard procedures, and the J-7 soared into the sky and embarked on the way home.

He hadn't flown into the sky for ten days, and Yang Luo was already itching and wanted to fly a few maneuvers, but considering that Song Yongqi in the rear cabin was not wearing an anti-load suit, he had to restrain himself and must maintain a stable flight.

Song Yongqi saw Yang Luo's thoughts at a glance, and said with a smile, "Want to fly?" ”

Yang Luo laughed dryly and said, "I haven't flown for ten days, I kind of think about it." ”

"It's really worthy of being a mobile prince, and he can't be idle for a moment." Song Yongqi said with a smile, "You give me honesty, my old bones can't stand your toss." When you return to the 122nd regiment, I can't care how you fly, and it will give your regiment commander a headache. ”

Yang Luo smiled embarrassedly, and the right hand holding the joystick exerted a negligible force to keep the Jianjiao-7 steady.

"Hey, division commander, regiment commander, are they all right?" After being quiet for a moment, Yang Luo suddenly asked.

Song Yongqi leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Whatever can happen, it is all tacitly acquiesced by the above, but it is impossible to continue from now on." ”

"It's all my fault, there is one less person to communicate with in the division." Yang Luo said with some guilt, the first time he fought with the woolly bear pilot, he destroyed the tradition that had been passed down for many years.

"Without you Yang Luo, there will also be Zhang Luo and Li Luo, one day something will happen, and it is commendable to be able to maintain it until now." Song Yongqi comforted, "Don't have a burden in your heart, it affects flight training, I also expect you to modify the J-10C as soon as possible, and come back with a golden helmet for me next year." ”

Golden Helmet?

Yang Luo was stunned, what do you mean?

What did the division commander do when he suddenly raised the gold helmet?

Don't......

Yang Luo was suddenly overjoyed, and the feeling of guilt he had just felt disappeared without a trace, and he asked excitedly, "Division commander, is there any news about the J-10C?" When to retrofit? ”

"Tomorrow, the J-10 simulator will be sent to Dongling Station, and after installation, it can be refitted." Song Yongqi changed to a more comfortable sitting position and said with a smile.

"Division commander, don't worry, I will definitely bring you a golden helmet back next year." Yang Luo said confidently.

The Golden Helmet is the highest honor for pilots, held at the end of each year, and the number of awards is uncertain, except for the first two years when there are double-digit pilots who have won the Golden Helmet Award, and the following are only single-digit pilots, and only four people have won the Golden Helmet in the least session.

For the golden helmet, Yang Luo still has a lot of ideas, not for anything else, just because it is the highest honor for pilots, who doesn't want to take it off, and after obtaining the golden helmet, he can fly with a golden helmet every day, envying others.

In terms of technology, the current Yang Luo is definitely not comparable, after all, in reality, he has not touched the J-10, even if the system space has only been unlocked for more than a month.

Yang Luo has absolute confidence to win a gold helmet in next year's competition, because he has bugs and is a man with a system.

"It seems that we have to unlock the follow-up models as soon as possible and increase the number of take-offs and landings per day." Yang Luo said to himself.

"You've said it, and it's up to you to perform next year, but don't let me down." Song Yongqi laughed.

"You won't be disappointed." Yang Luo was full of confidence and said, "By the way, division commander, how many J-10Cs are there in this modification?" ”

"Twelve, still the size of a brigade." Song Yongqi said.

"It's still twelve, they have to grab the head in order to get the J-10C, but fortunately I don't have to compete with them." Yang Luo smiled, "And who is the instructor for modification training?" ”

"The J-10B pilots who are stationed in your regiment for training, let them teach you to fly the J-10S." After Song Yongqi answered, he glared and said, "Okay, where did you come from so many questions, hurry up and go back to Dongling Station, I just have something to find your head of the group." ”

"Yes."

Yang Luo responded, although he still had a lot of questions to ask, he didn't continue to ask, and concentrated on controlling the fighter plane to fly smoothly.

The mood is quite up and down, and I can't help but imagine that I am sitting in the cockpit of the J-10C, controlling the fighter to fly into the sky and doing all kinds of stall maneuvers, and the corners of my mouth can't help but smile.

Song Yongqi closed his eyes and pretended to sleep in the rear cabin.

The cockpit of the Jianjiao-7 was quiet, only the roar of the engines could be heard, and it flew to Dongling Field Station at a speed of 850 kilometers per hour.

Time passed little by little, and the helicopter had to fly more than 2 hours for a distance of more than 400 kilometers, and the Jianjiao-7 crossed it in half an hour and reached the air on the periphery of Dongling Field Station.

After ten days, Yang Luo returned to the familiar Dongling Station.

On the ground, it is still covered in snow, and the temperature is below freezing all day, and the dry climate of the northeast cannot melt the snow.

On the runway of the airport, there was a busy scene, one J-7 was taxiing on the runway to take off, and two J-7Gs were parked on the runway ready to take off.

Turn on the on-board radio communication system and contact the tower to obtain landing clearance and meteorological parameters.

Hu Zhongming reported the meteorological parameters and agreed to Yang Luo's landing request, which was pleasantly surprised. "Yang Luo, it's you, you're back."

"Commander, it's me." Yang Luo smiled, "I landed first." ”

"Okay, okay, just come back." Hu Zhongming was very happy, and then said in surprise, "Yang Luo, why did you fly the 123rd Regiment's Jianjiao-7 here?" ”

"It was the division commander who picked me up, and now the division commander is in the back seat." Yang Luo replied, put down the landing gear, aimed at the runway, and pressed the pole to land.

"The division commander is also here, and he is really, why didn't he notify him when he came?" Hu Zhongming said complainingly, "I'll come down immediately to greet you." ”

"Hu Zhongming, I can come if I want, do you still need your consent?" Song Yongqi yelled with a black face.

Song Yongqi did not wear anti-load clothing and other flight equipment, but only wore a flight helmet, so he listened to Hu Zhongming's words word for word.

When everyone in the tower heard this, they covered their mouths one by one and forced a smile.

Hu Zhongming, who had just gotten up and left the command position, suddenly pulled down his face, his face was quite bad, he glared at everyone fiercely, and left the tower quickly.

The landing gear of the J-7 came into contact with the hardened runway sprinkled with industrial salt, and a sharp grinding sound was heard, and the fuselage vibrated slightly, and then glided smoothly on the runway.

Brake, release the parachute.

After descending to a controllable speed, under the command of the banner, it slid steadily across the tow lane and stopped on the tarmac in front of Hangar No. 1.

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