"Holy! It's going to fall to the ground! ”

As soon as he ran to the bottom of the airspace near the power delta wing, Su Huikai's exclamation came from behind the solemn background.

Solemnly raised his head and saw from a distance that hundreds of meters away, Zhang Neng's power delta wing was already less than a hundred meters away from the ground!

There are no words to describe the state of mind of the solemn moment.

He felt himself hit by a huge horror, and then every pore stood upside down, and there was a feeling of instant lack of blood in his head, and his eyes went dark.

The power delta wing struggled for a moment, and suddenly seemed to be in a normal position less than thirty meters above the ground!

solemnly ran to Xu Yan, who was standing next to the car, and didn't have time to ask, he didn't dare to ask, to ask Xu Yan at this time, that was to scold!

"Corrected! Corrected! ”

The Chang family, who was originally worried, suddenly cheered excitedly as if they had won the Mark Six lottery.

"The posture is correct!"

In the line of sight, Zhang Neng's delta wing had just been corrected and changed into a normal flight posture, and the huge falling force made the delta wing still sway left and right a little, like a person being drunk.

Obviously, Zhang Neng tried his best to control his delta wing.

However, the height is too low.

Less than two seconds after Chang Jia's cheers, the delta wings swept over a forest in the distance at breakneck speed, disappearing behind the dense canopy.

The convoy and people parked in the open space became agitated again.

Everyone had one last glimmer of hope – the trike would succeed at the last moment.

It's nothing short of a miracle!

However, everyone understands.

It's too late......

Something gripped the solemn heart fiercely.

In the woods, there were footsteps everywhere.

In addition to the members of the hunter detachment, there are also Xu Yan and Chang Jiagen, the airport station troops, and the medical personnel of the air crew......

"Director Zhang!"

"Director Zhang! Hear it, please answer! ”

Xu Yan kept calling Zhang Neng on her walkie-talkie.

The rustling of electricity inside sounded so worrisome at the moment.

In the woods, except for shouts and footsteps, no exclamations were heard that someone had found Zhang Neng.

Suddenly, Xu Yan's radio walkie-talkie heard a "snort-" sound.

This is someone touching the call button.

"He's alive!"

Xu Yan cheered and announced his discovery to the surroundings, not caring that there were already tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Someone on the walkie-talkie is moving the dialogue button, he's alive!"

Hearing that Zhang Neng was still alive, everyone went crazy.

Zhuang Yan and the members of the hunter detachment were eager to dig three feet into the ground, and immediately turned over the woods to find Zhang Neng.

Alive......

He's alive!

There was an indescribable joy in the solemnity.

All is well alive.

When the old confused sacrificed, solemn and powerless, he sat in the carriage, watched the old confused pillow on his lap and vomited blood, and then closed his eyes little by little.

This is the solemn demon of the heart.

He felt that he really couldn't bear the pain of his comrades leaving, and he thought it would drive him crazy.

When he was in junior high school, Zhuang Zheng once asked his father Zhuang Zhenguo a question at the dinner table, saying Dad, you were on the battlefield at that time, are you afraid?

According to the solemn understanding, even if it is a war movie or TV series on TV, the kind of bullets chirp and fly, splash mud in the soil, and hit people, it is fatal.

Asking this slightly naïve question is that the solemnity of those days could not understand life and death, nor could he experience fear.

He was simply afraid of death.

The innate fear of death in human beings.

Therefore, in the face of his father, the only one in the family who has been on the battlefield, Zhuang Zhenguo, the only one who has experienced the rain of bullets, he still couldn't help but ask.

Zhuang Zhenguo has always disliked mentioning his things on the battlefield, on weekdays, as long as he says solemnly, Zhuang Zhenguo will tell him to get out of the way with a black face, don't ask!

This time, Zhuang Zhenguo's face had darkened, but when he suddenly looked at his son, he felt that he had grown up a little.

He suddenly didn't want to use that kind of savage, rough and simple means to deal with the conversation between father and son, even if he reverted to his old ways again, but this time, he answered unprecedentedly.

"When you see your comrades fall one by one, you will have red eyes, and then you don't know how to be afraid."

This is the veteran Zhuang Zhenguo's solemn answer to the recruits.

Kill the red eye.

The simplest reason.

After two years of being a soldier, I suddenly understood what this sentence "killing red eyes" meant.

In fact, not to mention on the battlefield, even in peacetime, if your comrades-in-arms sacrifice in front of you, you will have a feeling of "red eyes".

There will be a great grief and indignation in your heart, and you want to scold God and ask him why good people don't live long?

You also want to scold Lord Yama, such a young life, why do you take you to be sick?

If you were given an automatic rifle at that time and a road to the Hades Palace, the soldiers would really dare to rush all the way to the Hades Hall with a gun, send all his mother's bull head and horse noodles to his own oil pot, and return to the world with his comrades.

"There! I see it! The delta wing is there! ”

I don't know if it's because Su Hui is big, tall or something else.

Among all the people in the hunter detachment, Su Huikai was the first to see the delta wing.

solemnly looked at Su Huikai's fingers, and immediately took a breath of cold air.

The wings of the delta wing were already in tatters, pierced by the tree branches, and torn a few large holes, which were completely ruined.

The manned cabin has been completely deformed, the rear propeller and power system are scattered and scattered, and the side barricade hits the trunk of the big tree, becoming a V-shape.

Solemnly pulled his legs and ran wildly, and rushed over.

When I got under the tree, I looked everywhere.

Zhang Neng was not seen under the tree.

"What about people!?"

At this time, solemn broke out in a cold sweat.

The light of hope, which had just risen, was once again lost in the darkness.

As a special forces soldier who has already been parachute trained, solemnly knows that people must have been thrown out by huge inertia.

It's just, where did it go?

At this speed, the human body has to withstand a tremendous impact force just like being thrown out of a car at high speed.

In case you get any obstacles along the way, such as the trees here......

Solemnly sneered, and fear instantly touched the top of his head like a tide, making him a little difficult to breathe.

Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be some fresh marks on the ground not far away.

Something scratched through the soil, turning out the fresh, moist soil underground.

Solemnly ran over as fast as he could.

There is a slope, and at the bottom of the slope is a ditch, which is already the edge of the forest, and it is supposed to be used to irrigate the farmland on the edge of the forest, or to keep the water here.

On the edge of the dirt slope, he solemnly stretched out his head to look down, and suddenly shouted: "Here! Old Sue! Lao Zhang! Serious! Call the doctor! Fast! ”

He didn't say a word, slid down the slope, and arrived at Zhang Neng to plead.

The corners of Zhang Neng's mouth were oozing blood, the clothes on his body had several big cuts, and his feet could be seen to be fractured at a glance.

The other internal injuries were not visible at all, but he did not dare to examine and turn them easily.

This is not something that a soldier like him who has only learned simple battlefield bandaging can handle, and this must be done by a professional doctor.

However, there is a solemn common sense, and the injuries caused by this kind of violent impact must not be rashly moved up and injured, otherwise it may cause secondary damage and lead to death.

He could only squat on the ground, bend down close to Zhang Neng's face, and shout: "Old Zhang! Lao Zhang! ”

For a long time, Zhang Neng's originally closed eyes moved slightly, cracking a slit, but they quickly closed weakly, but he could see the eyeballs turning under his eyelids.

He's alive!

Solemnly overjoyed, he raised his head and shouted: "Paralysis! What about the doctor! Can you hurry up! He's alive! Come on! You bastards! Save people! Save people! ”

The sound spread throughout the woods, far away.

Afterwards, the aunt who lived in the village said that there was a soldier who was screaming in the woods at the head of the village that day, and my hen was so frightened that she didn't lay eggs all day that day. Those who were soldiers! The voice is louder than a donkey!

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When I wrote this chapter, I had two options – either to make Zhang Neng sacrifice and then to create an incentive for solemnity; Either let Zhang be alive, because as a reader left a message in the previous chapter, saying that he didn't want to see the hero die again in the book.

Yes, I can't let the hero die again, even if he's no longer there in the real world, so allow me to be a little selfish and let him live in my book.

People always have to be a little emotional.

At the end of the page, I list a total of 29 people killed in the test pilot sequence from 1970 to 2014, and this is only the number of sacrifices in the test pilot sequence, not including those pilots in the Air Force, Army Aviation, and Navy Aviation.

In addition to the Zhang Neng in the book, in addition to a comrade-in-arms who served in Guangte and died in parachute training, there is also a prototype, Jiang Yanzhou, a regimental researcher at a research institute of the Airborne Forces, who suffered a right-handed stall during another parachute test flight, and finally died honorably in order to preserve data and avoid civilian houses on the ground.

Remember these people, they are not heroes on the battlefield, but they are still unsung heroes! Anyone who has been a soldier knows that when you open the inside of the equipment, you will see the number of the arsenal manufactured, but no one knows how many military scientific researchers and experimenters have paid their hard work and sweat, and even their lives, behind this equipment.

Here, end the chapter with a poem by Rabindranath Tagore and pay tribute to these unsung heroes – there are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown over!