"Call the tower, 801 requests landing, over." Yang Luo looked at the Haicheng training base that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and called through the communication system.

"801, ground wind direction 190, wind speed 3 m s, gust 5 m s, field pressure 985, runway No. 1 has been cleared, can land, over." The commander of the tower of the Haicheng base immediately responded.

"801 received, ready to land, over." After Yang Luo replied, he controlled the No. 801 fighter to fly parallel over the runway, flew four turns according to the landing procedure, and lowered the landing gear at the second turn.

No. 801 J-7G fell on the ground and taxied at high speed, Yang Luo did not release the parachute, so he didn't want to make trouble for the maintenance personnel at night, and only used the braking system in the wheel hub to brake.

"801, enter the No. 3 traction lane, the machine is waiting on the No. 3 apron, over." After observing the successful landing of the 801 J-7G piloted by Yang Luo, the tower immediately gave instructions for the next step.

Apron No. 3?

Yang Luo's eyes lit up, and he could see his old acquaintances, when he was learning to fly at the base, whether it was the sixth beginner or the L-15 Falcon parked hangar, it was the hangar behind the No. 3 apron.

"801 Roger." Yang Luo immediately responded, after a little consideration, Yang Luo felt that he still greeted the tower in advance, and said: "Tower, I want to take off again at five o'clock, please allow it, over." ”

"Yes, please submit the route as soon as possible, I can report, over."

"801 understands, I'll submit it as soon as possible, over."

Turning from the runway into the No. 3 traction lane, under the command of Qi Yu, Yang Luo controlled the plane to taxi to the tarmac, and found from a distance that the maintenance team waiting on the tarmac was indeed his old acquaintance - the team led by Wu Zhijun, the leader of the third maintenance squadron, and the support maintenance team when he was learning to fly.

No. 801 J-7G braked and stopped on the tarmac, and the maintenance personnel who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly boarded the boarding ladder.

"Yang Luo, why are you kid?" Wu Zhijun looked at Yang Luo, who was sitting in the cockpit and had taken off his flight helmet, and said in surprise.

"Isn't that me? How...... Not welcome? Yang Luo said with a smile.

"Welcome to a fart, disturbing dreams, and expecting me to welcome you, it's just that you're thinking too much." Wu Zhijun said unhappily, turned his head to the members of the maintenance team below, and said, "Brothers, this kid Yang Luo ran back at this point, do you welcome him?" ”

"Not welcome."

"You see, this is the common sentiment of everyone." Wu Zhijun spread his hands and said.

"Okay, okay, my no, I shouldn't have come back at this time and disturbed your good dreams." Yang Luo arched his hand and said.

went down to the ground and greeted everyone in turn, Yang Luo said sincerely: "Thank you for your hard work, I apologize to everyone for delaying your rest." ”

Everyone was joking before, but this sentence Yang Luo came from the bottom of his heart and from the bottom of his heart.

The Haicheng training base is a simple flight training base, and there is no flight unit stationed, so there is no need for combat readiness duty, and naturally there is no need to keep people on duty at night.

Wu Zhijun's team was temporarily notified by the tower and got up from the bed to carry out the task.

"What the hell to do, what to do." Wu Zhijun waved his hand to send the maintenance staff to do things, and then handed Yang Luo a bottle of glucose water and dry food for one person, and said, "It's off work over there, so let's eat." ”

According to the normal process, Yang Luo should have the concurrent meal provided by the pilot restaurant, but Yang Luo was suddenly attacked, and the pilot restaurant at the Haicheng base had already left work without any preparation, so he had to give Yang Luo dry food.

"It's okay, I'm not a picky eater." Yang Luo took it unceremoniously, turned on the glucose water, took a sip, and then tore open the dry food and ate it, after more than an hour of flight, he was indeed hungry.

"Hey, Yang Luo, why did you land at the base so late? Is it performing any tasks? Wu Zhijun asked curiously, "Of course, if you want to keep it secret, then don't talk about it, I understand the confidentiality regulations." ”

"The impromptu decision is not a confidential mission, but it is not suitable for you." Yang Luo said with a smile.

Some missions are indeed not confidential tasks among pilots, but they will not tell people other than pilots, Wu Zhijun thought that Yang Luo was carrying out such a mission, so he did not delve into it, skimmed the topic, and said: "You are one of the best students in our base this year, how do you fly the second-generation aircraft J-7G?" I know a few people who have flown on third-generation aircraft. ”

Yang Luo told the original mistake, and then asked curiously: "Which people are so lucky that they have already flown on the third-generation aircraft?" ”

"Li Yuan, Zhang Shengquan, Xia Haishan, they are flying J-10, Zeng Zhaodong is flying J-11, Guo Jinrong is flying Su-30, and there is Shangguan Jinbao flying J-16 in HNA. I know that just these six people, the others are either flying second-generation aircraft, or they have no contact. Wu Zhijun snapped his fingers and told what he knew.

"The others are okay, both theory and flight technology are in the forefront, but Zhang Shengquan and Zeng Zhaodong, they have always been the existence of the tail of the crane, how can they also fly on the generation plane?" Yang Luo was a little unhappy, and said with a sour tone.

"Their fate is good, and the troops under them have basically completed the modification of the third-generation aircraft, so they will naturally go directly to the third-generation aircraft." Wu Zhijun said.

Comparisons are odious.

Although people's grades are not as good as their own, their lives are good; As for himself, on the contrary, his results are better than others' lives but no one is better, and the J-10B that should have been in his hands was changed to J-7G, and Yang Luo was even more unhappy when he thought of this.

Suddenly thinking of the gossip mentioned by Ye Jianlong, Yang Luo shook his head and shook off the unhappiness in his heart, smiled dumbly, and said: "I'm also about to fly J-10, and it's a J-10B with better performance." ”

……

The two chatted until Yang Luo finished eating the dry food, and when Yang Luo was about to leave, Yang Luo said, "Captain Wu, I'll leave first, the plane will be handed over to you, and I'll come back at five o'clock in the morning." ”

"Don't worry about the plane, it's still no problem to guarantee the J-7, you can go and rest quickly."

Turning around and taking just two steps, Yang Luo suddenly turned around and asked, "Is my master at the base tonight?" ”

Wu Zhijun, who was about to go to work, turned around and said, "You mean Instructor He, right?" Tonight he took the trainees on a night flight, which should be resting at the base. ”

"If you take a student on a night flight, then he must be at the base." Yang Luo said affirmatively, and got into the commuter bus that was parked and waiting.

Yang Luo still knows his master He Jianguo very well, and generally after taking the students on a night flight, he stays in the instructor's dormitory at the base to rest, instead of going back to his home in the cadre's family area five kilometers away.

He Jianguo, a colonel regimental flight instructor, his own flying skills are already very powerful in Yang Luo's opinion, but what is even more powerful is his ability to teach, he has been an instructor at the Haicheng base for nearly ten years, and has brought out many outstanding pilots, all over the Air Force, and even in the HNA There are his students.