When there was a glimmer of light in the east, a red sun erupted.

At the Jiujiang Nanqiao Airport, 156 students of the first phase of the 202nd Army Flight Brigade were wearing blue trousers, gray round-necked short-sleeved T-shirts, and training boots on their feet.

"The sound of the engine, rumbling, the eagle-like Chinese war eagle flew into the clouds."

On the rain-soaked runway, military songs were loud.

"We are clothed in star frost, spreading our wings for thousands of miles, and the war eagle is about to attack!"

Du Changfeng ran at the front of the group, closely following the tall German instructor. Looking at this instructor with wide shoulders and a round waist, Du Changfeng whispered to his friend Cheng Xun beside him: "Old Cheng, you said that these Germans are so tall and naturally not light, so they can't afford a bomb on a fighter plane." ”

"Flutter!"

Cheng Xun couldn't help but burst out laughing for a while, but the laughter was too loud, but it was heard by the instructor in front.

I saw that the instructor turned his head and showed a full beard, and the brown hair on that end was flying in the morning breeze, I saw that he showed a hideous smile to Cheng Xun, who had not yet closed his mouth, and said in a voice that made Cheng Xun tremble in his heart: "4578, it seems that your physical strength is very abundant, and you can even run and laugh while exercising in the morning, so I decided to give you a special treatment, you immediately go to the side of the road and pick up the stone in front of you, hold it and run with us!" ”

"What?" Cheng Xun, who was caught off guard, was immediately stunned, stretched out his finger and pointed at himself and then pointed to the stone in front of him.

"That's right. It's you 4578, what you have to do this morning is to hold this stone and run ten times around the airport with us, and you are not allowed to eat breakfast if you can't finish the run! ”

looked at Cheng Xun. He looked at the stone on the side of the road, which was more than thirty years old, and the students around him looked at him sympathetically. Don't look at ten round trips don't seem to be much, but the airport runway is 600 meters long, ten laps is 6,000 meters, running 6,000 meters empty-handed is nothing, but holding dozens of pounds of stones is different, even if you run down ten laps, even a strong man has to get tired and lie down.

Thinking of his own tragic fate to come. Cheng Xun's murderous gaze looked at Du Changfeng next to him, but this initiator was now looking ahead without squinting, and his attitude was so correct.

"This bastard really killed me!" Cheng Xun looked up to the sky in his heart and sighed.

Twenty minutes later. Looking at Cheng Xun, who was running behind the team with difficulty holding a stone, Chu Feng, who had been standing on the side of the runway for a while, shook his head and said to Myren Hand, who was standing next to him: "Myron, are you too ruthless, wait for him to run ten laps with this big stone." I'm afraid I won't want to do today's training. ”

Myron snorted lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't train for one less day. But a guy who dares to laugh at him in training must not be spared, and he must understand that sometimes he can't laugh! ”

"Well, you're the instructor, you have the final say." Chu Yuan shook his head indifferently: "But I think your education methods are too strict, you must know that we are not training those infantry who can only pick up guns and charge, they are the proud men in the air who want to fly into the blue sky with fighter planes, too strict can only make them lose their spirituality!" ”

"No, no...... You're wrong! Myron's head shook like a rattle, "The pilot is also a soldier. They also have to fight the enemy face to face, if they don't have the courage to fight hard with the enemy, how dare they hand over the blue sky to them to defend. ”

Chu Yuan retorted without thinking: "Of course, courage must be necessary. But courage alone is not enough to fly, without flexible thinking and unbridled imagination, they can only become dull death squads, and it is impossible to become excellent pilots! ”

The two of them began to argue again as they spoke, in fact, this is also the difference between German instructors such as Colonel Mikey and Chu Yuan, pilots from the former Huaxia Air Force.

The flying skills of the Chinese Air Force were originally mainly taught by France and Britain, but since the thirties, a large part of the pilots of the Chinese were trained by Gao Zhihang, the head of the Four Heavenly Kings, and Gao Zhihang's flying skills were deeply influenced by France, so the emphasis was on mobility, flexibility and speed, and later coupled with the unique tenacity and courage of the Chinese pilots, and finally formed the unique perseverance and courage of the Chinese pilots, without losing the style of flexibility and mobility.

The Luftwaffe, on the other hand, was deeply influenced by the Germanic peoples, emphasizing obedience, bravery, and precision, and paying more attention to mutual cooperation. The Germans believed that all people, whether in the army or the air force, were the screws of the war, and that only by working closely together could the war be won.

Since Chu Yuan and the others came to Jiujiang to have more contact with German instructors such as Mikey, the pilots of the two countries gradually clashed over the concept of flying, and in many cases neither side could convince the other. However, soldiers never rely on lip service, they still believe more in the strength in their hands.

Chu Feng and Myron argued a few more words, and the more they talked, the more angry they became, and finally decided to solve it with practical actions.

Half an hour later, Chu Yuan, who was wearing goggles, jumped into the cockpit of his F4F Wildcat fighter, stretched out his hand and waved it down, and the long iron hooks in the hands of the two ground crews who had been standing on both sides of the plane put the hanging holes on the blocking wood, dragging the triangular wooden blocks to the left and right and quickly retreating.

Then Chu Yuan manually filled the oil three or five times, turned on the magneto switch, pushed the throttle valve forward one centimeter from the last position, and then shouted "leave the propeller" outside the cockpit, until he confirmed that there was no one next to the propeller, and then pressed the start button.

All I heard was a rapid "cump" sound from the aircraft engine, and then the aluminum propeller began to turn slowly, and then faster and faster.

Chu Yuan put on and closed the cabin wear, pushed the scenery to his forehead, and then stared at the dashboard, the engine speed was slowly rising. He carefully pushed the throttle valve, and when the pointer on the engine tachometer began to approach 1,000, he slowly relaxed the brakes, and the plane slid out smoothly.

Then, Chu Yuan pushed the control stick, and with a dexterous steering, the nose was aimed at the runway centerline, he increased the throttle, and the plane began to move along the runway, the front wheels left the ground, got rid of the base salary attraction, and pierced the sky at a light angle of thirty degrees, the Wildcat fighter plane went straight into the blue sky like a gale, and on a runway not far from him, another Bf-109 fighter also flew into the blue sky almost at the same time. (To be continued.) )