A behemoth is quietly parked in the hangar, and the wingspan should be more than 50 meters, which is larger than the average civil airliner.

According to the appearance, Yang Luo recognized that this was the H-6, and it was the H-6K God of War bomber.

Although Yang Luo has never seen the real God of War H-6K, he has still seen the pictures of H-6K.

I once heard Ye Jianlong say that some bomber units would be stationed at the three stations of the 31st Division for training for a month, but they never had the opportunity to see them.

I didn't expect to see the bomb six K at Lunbeichang Station in the midst of no desire today.

The maximum take-off weight of the H-6K is close to eighty tons, and compared with the J-7G, it is the difference between ants and elephants, although it is a bit exaggerated, but the volume is really not a level.

As the No. 801 fighter crossed the runway, Yang Luo saw more H-6K bombers standing in the hangar, like a mighty beast.

"It seems that the Lunbeichang station is the station of the bomber unit." Yang Luo pondered, then withdrew his attention and looked ahead.

Yang Luo was just a little excited because he saw the behemoth of Bang LiuK for the first time, but after seeing too much, he felt that it was just like that.

In comparison, Yang Luo still prefers to fly fighter planes, which can maneuver in various ways, which is exciting enough.

However, the first requirement for flying bombers is to be stable, sufficiently stable, and its aerodynamic layout determines that it cannot maneuver like a fighter. So in addition to taking off and landing, the bomber is basically in level flight.

Although the cost of flying a bomber trolley is high enough, it is not Yang Luo's dish.

It is a fatal thing for Yang Luo to be in level flight for a long time.

Just for more than an hour of formation flight tonight, Yang Luo felt very tired—tired.

Guided by the ground flag of the maintenance, Yang Luo taxied into the No. 8 apron and braked steadily.

According to the operation process, turn off the aircraft engine and turn off the avionics system......

The maintenance pushed the boarding ladder against the fuselage, and then opened the cockpit glass cover of the No. 801 fighter.

A gust of wind blew into the cockpit, and Yang Luo couldn't help but shiver.

Why the fuck is this so cold?

Because it was a night flight, and the night temperature at Dongling Station was only fifteen or sixteen degrees, Yang Luo deliberately changed into a flight suit for spring and autumn instead of a summer flight suit worn during the day.

But it still felt cold.

What Yang Luo didn't know was that the temperature at Lunbeichang Station in August was very unstable, with a considerable temperature difference between day and night, with more than 20 degrees during the day and as low as single digits at night, while the lowest temperature at Lunbeichang Station today was only five degrees.

Against the cold, Yang Luo went down the boarding ladder to the ground and handed over his beloved fighter to the maintenance staff.

Lined up on the tarmac, the four of them boarded the seven-seater commuter bus parked on the tarmac and went to the living quarters of Lunbeichang Station.

First, they went to the pilot's restaurant to have a part-time meal to solve their stomach problems, and then went to the temporary dormitory prepared for them at Lunbei Station to rest.

Close your eyes, it's not busy, but the day is tired and a little frightened.

Nothing was said all night.

Following.

The sky was slightly bright, and the sun had not yet fully risen, just revealing a faint halo that bloomed on the horizon.

A new day has arrived.

The four of them took a commuter bus to the No. 8 tarmac and waited for the time to return. According to the training plan, their return departure time was at nine o'clock.

Idle is idle, the four of them arrived at the tarmac early after breakfast, wanting to watch the bomber take off.

The bomber can be described as an oil tiger, and when it takes off and lands, dozens of tons of aviation fuel will be gone. But no matter how much fuel is consumed, the training still has to be trained, and it is impossible to stop.

Therefore, the aviation units all know that the bomber units have money, the rod fee is high, and the aviation fuel burns willfully.

Looking at the world, there are only three countries that dare to play with bombers, and the top three countries in the world in terms of military strength.

Other countries can only think about it, and they don't dare to touch this thing at all, mainly because bombers are too expensive to play, and they can't fly a few laps a year with military spending.

But Huaxia's thinking is different from others, when he is still poor and white, he has to tighten his belt.

There's a word for it.

But there is another word - forgetting war will be dangerous, so being poor cannot be poor in anything.

In front of me, there is a H-6K in the take-off and taxiing stage, and the behemoth with a wingspan of several tens of meters is running rapidly on the runway like a big bird, sliding more than 1,600 meters, before it flutters its wings and flies high like a big peng.

"Spectacular!" Yang Luo sighed.

"Why don't you report and apply to be transferred to the bomber division?" Ye Jianlong said with a smile.

Yang Luo shook his head and said: "My temperament is not suitable for flying bombers, and I don't like to stay under the protection of others to fight, in contrast, I prefer fighter planes, I don't need to be escorted, I can escort others, and the most important thing is that I can maneuver." ”

Bombers separated from the escort of fighter planes, or in other words, did not seize air supremacy, they were live targets in the air, targets to be ravaged at will.

Zhao Long said with a smile: "The last sentence is the point, as far as Yang Luo's temperament goes, he has to be scared to death." ”

"As far as Yang Luo's fame, the bomber doesn't dare to ask for it. Whoever dares to ask a madman to fly a bomber is crazy. Xue Fei laughed and said, he couldn't help but think of a picture in his mind, Yang Luo drove a bomber to make various maneuvers in the air, scared everyone in the tower half to death, and suddenly laughed back and forth, "Think about it, the picture of a madman flying a bomber." Haha......"

"Hahahaha......"

The tarmac suddenly resounded with the laughter of Ye Jianlong and Zhao Long.

Is it that funny? You can't be stupid all of a sudden, right?

Yang Luo squinted at the three of them, as if he was mentally retarded. Ignoring the three of them anymore, he turned his head and continued to watch the Bomb 6K take off.

With the flight training of the H-6K in the sky, the time is also passing, and it gradually comes to nine o'clock.

Check, board, and follow the procedure.

The four J-7Gs slowly slid out of the tarmac and into the runway via the towpath. Ye Jianlong contacted the tower and obtained permission to take off and meteorological parameters.

Two runways were arranged at Lunbeichang Station, and four planes took off in formation at the same time.

"Boom!"

The familiar roar of the turbojet-13F aero engine sounded, huge and dull.

After the four J-7Gs accelerated and taxied 650 meters on the runway, they raised their heads at the same time and jumped lightly to meet the rising sun in the east at a normal elevation angle.

After crossing the clouds and climbing 10,000 meters, the four planes adjusted their course slightly and embarked on the way home.

The return course was facing the sun, and the flight feeling was not so good. The white clouds under the fighter planes are in a variety of shapes and are very beautiful.

It's still formation flight training, last night's training plan again, you have to always pay attention to altitude, speed and course, and your attention is on the dashboard, no matter how beautiful the scene is, Yang Luo and they don't have time to appreciate it.

At 10:50 a.m., a round-trip transfer formation flight training ended, landed at Dongling Station, and returned home after a night of absence.