Two thousand kilometers!

Three thousand kilometers!

Along the border, through the prairie, into Long Province, the scenery suddenly changed, from the endless grassland to the desert full of yellow sand.

Yang Luo, who saw the desert terrain for the first time, was shocked, in addition to the yellow sand, it was still yellow sand, and the ground blown by the wind and sand had different terrains and strange things.

I can't help but feel that the power of nature is so great, and human beings are insignificant in front of it.

After flying over the desert of Long Province for more than half an hour, Yang Luo arrived at the second gas station, a military station located deep in the Gobi Desert.

After taking a break between refueling and emptying the water that had accumulated for nearly two hours, Yang Luo went to his destination again.

It took more than an hour again, and finally arrived at the 161st Regiment's station, and there was no danger and safety along the way.

The 161st Regiment was as hard as the 25th Division on the prairie, and there was a J-7E parked in the hangar of the station, which was their best equipment.

Because the countries adjacent to the northwest are basically friendly with China, and their military strength is very weak, the pressure on the air force is very small, so the equipment of the air force in the northwest is basically replaced by others.

"Boom!"

The roar of the turbojet-13F engine gradually weakened, and the nose of the 866 J-7G rose slightly, facing the long straight hardened runway on the ground, and the rear landing gear landed, and the fuselage shook slightly, and then the front landing gear fell.

Brake, drop the parachute.

"Squeak!"

The J-7G taxied at high speed on the runway, and the aviation tires rubbed violently against the ground, making a harsh and unpleasant sound, and a puff of billowing green smoke came out.

A parachute popped out of the tail and opened violently, and the speed at which the fighter taxied sharply decreased.

"886, please go to Tarmac No. 1, over." The station tower commander ordered Yang Luo.

"886 received." Yang Luo replied, and under the command of Qi Yu, he controlled the J-7G under him to slide out of the runway and smoothly drive to the tarmac at the end of the tow road.

The 886 J-7G slid into the No. 1 apron and stopped steadily, and the maintenance crew immediately surrounded them, some pushed the boarding ladder and leaned on the fuselage, and some placed fixtures in front and behind the landing gear tires.

The roar of the engine quickly diminished until it disappeared.

Yang Luo turned off the avionics and other systems according to the standard procedures, untied the helmet data cable connected to the cockpit, picked up all the technical information and maintenance records about 866, and went down the boarding ladder to the floor of the tarmac.

On the tarmac, there was already a group of people waiting, starting with two colonels and followed by a group of officers, from lieutenants to lieutenant colonels.

Obviously, the two leaders are the commander and political commissar of the 161st regiment, and Yang Luo, the person behind the colonel, guessed that most of them should be pilots.

Yang Luo didn't bother to distinguish who was the regiment commander and who was the political commissar, straightened his back directly, stood up and saluted, and said, "Report to the chief, I was ordered to hand over a J-7G fighter to your regiment, please sign for it." ”

Hand over the technical data and maintenance records of the 866 J-7G sealed in the past forever document bag, as well as a handover document.

The colonel on the left raised his hand to return the salute, took a step forward, took the document bag and handed over the documents from Yang Luo's hand, with a slight hint of joy on his face, and said, "Comrade Yang Luo, hello, I am Han Shan, the head of the 161st Regiment, and I will receive it on behalf of the 161st Regiment." ”

After the words fell, he took out a black signature pen from his pocket, signed the handover document, handed it back to Yang Luo, and asked at the same time, "Comrade Yang Luo, when will the eleven planes be handed over?" ”

"Didn't our head tell head Han?" Yang Luo asked suspiciously, took the handover document from Han Shan's hand, folded it and carefully put it in his pocket, this is to be handed back to the regiment for the record, in case it is lost, it will be a big trouble.

Han Shan shook his head and said, "There is no definite date, just that it will be handed over as soon as possible." ”

"It should be handed over within this month, I don't know the specific time, it depends on their modification progress, one person will be handed over to you after the modification." After Yang Luo answered, he said, "Head Han, can you arrange a car to take me to the airport?" ”

"Comrade Yang Luo, after flying for so long, don't you need to take a break?" Another colonel asked.

Yang Luo shook his head and said, "It's three o'clock, and my flight is five o'clock, and the time is very rushed, so I won't rest." ”

"Alright then, I'll take you to the airport." Han Shan nodded, didn't ask more, handed the document bag in his hand to a lieutenant colonel behind him, and made arrangements.

immediately greeted Yang Luo and got into the back seat of an off-road military vehicle next to him.

A colonel personally sent him to the airport, Yang Luo was a little flattered, and got into the back seat from the other side with a flying helmet.

The off-road vehicle moved smoothly along the road of the station, and the landscape buildings outside the car quickly retreated, until it came to the gate of the station where the checkpoint was set up before stopping, and the security personnel at the gate of the base checked the documents and confirmed that there was no problem.

Desert camouflage-painted off-road commuters leave the station and start racing.

"Comrade Yang Luo, are you rushing back? But it seems that the flight that departs at 5:20 is not to the northeast, but to the southwest. On the way, Han Shan asked with some curiosity.

"I'm going to Rongcheng." Yang Luo, who had been looking out of the car window, turned around and replied.

"To Rongcheng?" Han Shan suddenly glanced at Yang Luo's clothes, guessed what Yang Luo was doing in Rongcheng, sighed, took out a pack of hard Chinese from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo waved his hand and refused, "Thank you for your kindness, I don't smoke." ”

Han Shan lit a cigarette, lowered the window on the side, and said, "It's okay not to smoke, I can't help it, I haven't been able to quit." ”

"......" Yang Luo opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything.

As for the cigarette, the troops have been banning, especially the aviation units, but this effect can only be hehe. The so-called upward and downward effects, the leaders of a unit cannot be strict with themselves, and what can be imagined below.

The 122nd regiment is considered to be a relatively good execution, mainly because the regiment commander and other general regiment leaders do not smoke, and they are naturally strict, but Yang Luo knows that there are still some people who are secretly smoking, and the ancestor of the Ma Navy is even more powerful, smoking openly, not avoiding it at all, and he is addicted to smoking in front of the regiment commander.

Taking a beautiful puff, Han Shan asked, "You should be going to Chengfei, right?" Which model of the J-10 are you modifying? ”

"J-10C." Yang Luo replied.

"Type C." Han Shan said a little lonely, "My 161st regiment has been picking up the rags that others have replaced, others are flying J-7, we are still flying J-6, and when we finally picked up a batch of J-7, everyone else has flown on the third-generation aircraft." ”

"Our regiment hasn't just changed its outfit, and the planes are still in the factory." Yang Luo said.

Yang Luo said that he deeply sympathizes, as far as Yang Luo knows, although the 31st Division has not picked up other people's rags, but the refitting has always been lagging behind others, the third-generation aircraft have been flying in the southeast coastal troops for more than ten or twenty years, and the 31st Division has only flown in the past two years, and the 122nd Regiment has just been redressed.

The pressure of combat readiness is different, and the time for changing clothes is naturally different.

"Yes, if you want to change your outfit quickly, it is the troops of the southeast coastal generation who will give them any new equipment first." Han Shan sighed and said, "Hey, we were raised by our stepmother." ”

Yang Luo didn't know what to do with this, so he simply turned his eyes out of the car and looked at the scenery on the side of the road that was rapidly reversing.

The car was quiet for a while, except for the sound of Han Shan's smoking.

After more than an hour of traveling, Yang Luo finally arrived at Wushi International Airport.

The airport parking lot area is full of people and vehicles, a busy scene.

"Thank you, Captain Han, for sending me personally in your busy schedule." Yang Luo picked up the flying helmet and thanked Han Shan.

"You're welcome." Han Shan paused for a moment and said, "Can you trouble Comrade Yang Luo to go back and help me urge me to hand over the J-7G as quickly as possible?" ”

Although the J-7G is not as good as the J-10 and other third-generation aircraft, it is better than the J-7E, isn't it?

"Head Han, I'll do my best, but time can't be guaranteed." Yang Luo said in a deep voice, "Captain Han, goodbye." ”

I opened the car door, got out of the off-road vehicle, and raised my eyes to stare at the Wushi International Airport in front of me.

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