Pick up manure.

Authentic and solid wooden flat pole, resting on the shoulder, heavy plastic buckets hung at both ends of the flat pole, which are filled with green organic fertilizer, emitting wisps of unique and familiar breath, the surface of the juice ripples, the ebb and flow of the tide, floating a little inexplicable swelling material.

Just a simple imagination is enough to be exciting, and of course, just the excitement of the onlookers.

This job is definitely a nightmare for pilots who can be called the pride of the sky.

Now, in the middle of the tarmac area of the base, the two sides of the first close-quarters combat training of the air combat special training are being prepared.

The J-10A fighter numbered 81157 was filled with fuel, and the old pilot of the base, Firebird, had a serious face, wearing an anti-load suit, and made preparations before boarding the plane under the watchful eyes of a group of old pilots from the base.

This battle with Student No. 1 must not be lost!

"Zhou Hai, are you sure? If you lose......"

In the parking space on the 31st, Wang Zhuyu, who had just finished flight training, was wearing a light blue summer training uniform, almost wet with sweat, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes stared at Zhou Hai, who was checking around the body, a little worried.

Before she finished speaking, as a woman, she couldn't directly say the straightforward and vulgar word 'picking dung'.

Three days ago, after the phased assessment, Commander Lin Jian announced the content of the battle between Zhou Hai and Lao Flying Firebird, and this news was like a bombshell, instantly sweeping all the special training students and the Quzhou base.

The contest between the new flying and the old flying has never been broken, but the defeated did a month's vegetable garden maintenance work for the empty service stove, which is definitely a new punishment.

"It's okay, I'll give it my all." Zhou Hai, who carefully inspected the left wing, looked at the time, and showed a gentle smile to Wang Zhuyu, without any other expression.

At 1:50 a.m., there are 10 minutes left before the start of the contest.

"The fuel is full, the refill is complete." The young ground crew, who held the military-grade high-pressure fuel gun tightly with both hands, checked the fuel filling, turned off the gun head switch, terminated the refueling, and reported to the ground crew leader.

Bai Tangfei, who is also standing in the apron area, leans on the metal shed wall, and holds the iced sour plum soup prepared by the nutritionist in his right hand.

The whole person bit the plastic straw in his mouth, drank a sip of the cold and nutritious sour plum soup, and his slightly darkened face appeared interesting, and he couldn't help blinking his eyes, and forcibly showed a sad expression: "Comrade Zhou Hai, if you lose, we can only go to the empty stove to see you in the future." ”

It seems sad and worried, but in fact it is gloating.

In fact, seeing Zhou Hai deflated, Bai Tangfei's mood was more refreshing than drinking iced sour plum soup on dog days, no, it was almost the mood of all students, and the same was true.

What does it mean that this mountain, which weighs on the head and makes everyone tremble, is finally facing failure?

You can take a good breath and rest.

Sad and worried?

Inexistent.

Bai Tangfei even wanted to pull a red banner, and even thought of the name - [Warmly celebrate the successful defeat of Comrade Zhou Hai and contribute to the agricultural field of the motherland], but unfortunately the base does not allow it.

"What if I win?"

Seeing Bai Tangfei's expression, Zhou Hai smiled at the corner of his mouth, walked to the seat on the edge of the metal wall, prepared to take the pilot's helmet, and quipped.

"Win? Comrade Lao Zhou, if you really win, I will follow Lao Fei to the air service stove to pick a month's ...... Well, vegetable garden maintenance operations. When Bai Tangfei heard this, he groaned and patted his chest, revealing a heroic expression.

Zhou Hai was stunned and said with a smile: "Really? ”

"A gentleman's word, a horse is difficult to chase, and I still have this integrity." Bai Tangfei raised his head slightly, his face showing confidence.

Assertive!

This self-confidence comes from the trust in the J-10A, as a standard third-generation fighter, the instantaneous hovering angle speed alone has greatly surpassed the L-15C Falcon, not to mention its other performance.

"Zhou Hai, work hard, strive to win this month's order, look, what is this? The crown we have for you! It's your crown! ”

At this time, before Zhou Hai could speak, Yang Min, a student of HNA, had a straight back, a serious and solemn face, walking with standard steps, walking documents, and holding a flat pole from the vegetable garden of the air crew stove in both hands.

The voice is impassioned, infectious and characteristically emotional.

Seeing Yang Min's appearance, even Wang Zhuyu, who was a little worried, curled the corners of his mouth and couldn't help laughing.

"Alright, everyone back away, I'm ready to get on the plane."

Seeing this scene, Zhou Hai rolled his eyes, didn't bother to deal with this group of gloating guys, picked up the standard helmet and tactical tablet, rechecked the gun, and turned to face the ready L-15C Falcon.

Sign for your logbook, board the plane, and get ready to start the engine.

Wang Zhuyu, Yang Min and others knew the importance of the matter, and they retreated to a safe area, and their eyes were all focused on the L-15C Falcon in the 31st parking stand.

L-15C vs. J-10A!

Falcon vs. Raptors!

The battle between the world's most advanced advanced trainer and the king of the third-generation aircraft!

"Buzz!"

The most familiar S-10 'Taihang' turbofan engine whistled out, and the J-10A, which had already woken up, was controlled by the old flying 'Firebird' at the base, and drove smoothly along the passageway.

Immediately afterwards, the L-15C Falcon in the 31st parking stand opened its sharp eyes, and a stream of high-temperature air sprayed into the open area behind it, slid out of the parking stand, and faced the main runway of the base, ready to take off.

The rules of this close-range combat are very simple, the traditional one-on-one, fire control radar irradiation for three seconds, the height is not limited, the point of engagement is the outer airspace on the south side of the Quzhou base, the two sides take off and open a distance of 8 kilometers from each other, and then start fighting.

"Student No. 1, remember to exert all your strength, I won't stay, see you in the sky."

The old Flying Firebird, sitting on the ejection seat of the third-generation HTY-5 rocket, after obtaining the take-off permission from the base tower, the L-15C Falcon that glided smoothly behind with his left hand gave a thumbs up, regardless of whether Zhou Hai could see it or not.

This is the etiquette between pilots, and it belongs to the old flight to the new flight.

As the words fell, the J-10A fighter turned and sank into the main runway of the base, the tail nozzle emitted a rolling heat wave, and the fuselage reflected the bright sunlight, wrapped in a unique and sharp momentum, and accelerated to take off.

Onward, Raptors!

"See you in the sky, Firebird."

Hearing the sound from the encrypted communication channel, Zhou Hai looked at the back of the rapidly departing fighter plane on the runway, responded softly, and then stared at his eyes, took a deep breath, and adjusted his state and emotions.

This time against the J-10A and the old Flying Firebird is both a challenge and an opportunity.

The final result is whether to win or lose, in Zhou Hai's view, it doesn't matter, what matters is what can be learned in this battle.