You know your own business.

Lukotsev naturally knew how tough his driving style was, so although he was still sitting on the wooden pier with a golden knife, he lost his temper, and his old face was rarely red, and then he poured two sips of wine, and then he burped and said: "As soon as the landing gear was retracted, the cannon in the front section made an abnormal noise, and then the plane as a whole began to tremble irregularly, and I was worried that it would stall, so I immediately made a forced landing." ”

"The cannon sounded in the front, and the body vibrated irregularly......"

Listening to Lukotsev's words, Pushlenko's brows couldn't help frowning, Lukotsev had undergone an extremely detailed inspection before taking off, there was no way, the commander of any unit wanted to go for a ride in the sky, safety was absolutely the first priority, although Lukotsev was more violent, the 12th Air Fighter Strike Group still did not dare to slack off, otherwise no one would be able to bear it once something happened.

It was Lukotsev who was strictly inspected by the pilots and confirmed that it was correct, so he was relieved to hand it over to Lukotsev, and the other one soared into the sky and galloped across the country, and this time it was none other than Lieutenant Colonel Pushlenko himself who gave Lukotsev an inspection.

After all, there have been four forced landing accidents in the past half a month, and although Lukotsev has a good hand to expose them, before the problem is clarified, he, the deputy commander in charge of ground maintenance, is still under a lot of pressure, and because of this, when he received that Lukotsev was about to take off his plane for a cruise, Lieutenant Colonel Pushlenko, who was not at ease, personally came to the airport to check Lukotsev's plane.

Lieutenant Colonel Pushlenko carefully examined almost every circuit and rivet on the plane, and found no potential anomaly, so he patted his chest and handed the plane to Lukotsev, but he did not expect that it would malfunction as soon as it took off.

This gave Lieutenant Colonel Pushlenko the urge to find a crack to get into, he was also a meritorious pilot during World War II, from Moscow to Stalingrad, from Lviv in Ukraine to Berlin in Germany, he built more planes than he ate bread.

Otherwise, he would not have been awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union in 1945, and after the outbreak of the Korean War, he would not have been rushed from Romania to the Far East as an elite to become the ace mechanic of the Far East Air Campaign Group.

How can I think that Lieutenant Colonel Pushlenko, who was originally full of glory, fell from the altar to the bottom because of the forced landing accidents that have occurred one after another in the past half a month, and now there is still a problem with the plane he personally inspected, and aside from the factor of Lukotsev's brutal piloting, Lieutenant Colonel Pushlenko is also to blame.

"Comrade Colonel, please be patient, I'll go and see what the reason is!"

Lieutenant Colonel Pushlenko was cold, as if it were the ice of Siberia that would not melt for thousands of years, and his resolute color seemed to be towards him

The soldiers, who never returned from the battlefield, resolutely walked towards the MiG-15.

Looking at Pushlenko's firm and gloomy back, Lukotsev couldn't help but shake his head, Bai Yi guessed right, there were so many accidents, but they were not reported, and there were indeed some careful thoughts of Lukotsev, because once it was reported that the two fighter aviation regiments under his command might face grounding, which was almost like his life for Lukotsev, who likes to drink vodka in the cockpit and enjoy the excitement of dog fights with American pilots.

However, putting aside his own selfish desires, an important reason for Lukotsev's death is Pushlenko, although he has only worked together for more than a year, but Lukotsev knows that Pushlenko is a rare talent, in addition to not being able to fly aircraft, his knowledge of fighter planes is even more expert than experts.

Lukotsev dared to conclude that if the Council of Ministers of the USSR could give Pushlenko a design bureau, it would definitely be able to design an advanced fighter no less advanced than the MiG-15, because he had never seen anyone obsessed with airplanes more than women and alcohol, and if such a technical talent was disgraced by the trivial matter of forced landing, it would be a loss for the entire Soviet.

Yes, you read that right, in Lukotsev's eyes, these crash landing accidents were trivial matters, not that he was not concerned about safety responsibilities, but that the brutal war of World War II had already tempered his nerves, and as long as the plane could go to the sky, it was king.

Based on this, combat aircraft have become consumables for the brutal war machine, and a third of the planes that fly out can be returned enough for the air force commander to celebrate all night, and in such an environment, the maintenance of the aircraft can only be said to maintain basic flight performance.

Because of this, Lukotsev has long been accustomed to planes with no major problems, and he has long been accustomed to planes with constant minor problems, and he is even more accustomed to making forced landings, crashes, and plane crashes, and he himself has personally seen the destruction of all the planes belonging to an entire aviation regiment before it has even entered the battlefield.

Compared with the self-destructing aviation regiment, the two meritorious fighter regiments under his command, which made American pilots cry and cry for their mothers, had so many forced landing accidents, which is simply a trivial matter, and it is not a big deal.

Lukotsev didn't think it was a big deal, but Pushlenko looked at it more than the sky, he knew very well that Lukotsev protected him, and because of this, he was very unhappy in his heart, and vowed to find out the reason no matter what happened this time, but when he opened the MiG-15 cannon skin, he was dumbfounded.

Whether it is the barrel or the bullet chain, whether it is the support frame, or the fixed screw rivet, all of them are as strong as the new factory, and then look at the other equipment around them, they are also a complete mess, and even the metal detector can't find a single scar, if you don't see it with your own eyes, Pushlenko is actually a faulty fighter!

"This ...... This...... How is this possible! ”

Pushlenko, whose face was covered with oil, didn't bother to wipe it at all, and looked at the disassembled body in front of him in a daze, this was not the first time he had encountered this situation, to be precise, the first four times were the same, but the position was different, but no matter what method he tried, he just couldn't find anything abnormal inside the body.

And this is also an important reason why he fell from an ace pilot to the dust, you must know that in the 12th Aviation Fighter Strike Group, there have long been rumors that he Pushlenko is the ace of the propeller fighter era and the rookie of the jet era, in other words, he, who is just over 30, has been abandoned by the times and can retire home to recuperate.

This made him more uncomfortable than slapping Pushlenko twice in the face, so he held his breath and found out the cause no matter what, but today he saw this inexplicable situation again, and the breath he held was half vented for no reason.

In the end, he could only walk to Lukotsev in a gloomy manner, glanced at it very ashamedly, and said embarrassedly: "It's a bit complicated, the equipment here is limited, and it is estimated that I have to return to the base to investigate and deal with the specific reason." ”

Lukotsevden's face sank when he heard this, to be honest, he urgently found Pushlenko, but also deliberately gave him the opportunity to correct his name first, after all, there are not only Soviets here, but also Chinese, North Koreans, and now the trump card of the Pushlenko propeller fighter era, the reputation of the rookie in the jet era has long spread in this area.

If you don't want to save it, not only will the 12th Air Fighter Strike Group lose face, even Pushlenko will not have the face to see anyone, and what is even more terrifying is that if this reputation is allowed to continue to spread, even if Lukotsev does not report it, the Air Campaign Cluster Command in the Far East will also know about it, and even if Lukotsev wants to protect Pushlenko at that time, it is estimated that he will not be able to keep it.

How could I have thought that Pushlenko actually dropped the chain for him at a critical time, which made Lukotsev angry at the same time, and had to press it down, and finally could only turn into a murderous look, staring at Pushlenko coldly for a long time, and then he shook his hand impatiently: "The plane is handed over to you!" ”

After speaking, he took a sip of wine and walked towards the nearby jeep, but when he passed by a group of officers and soldiers of the Chinese Logistics Department, his ears couldn't help but move slightly, and then he squinted, and heard the words intermittently: "It's that simple? …… Wouldn't it, just a matter of a few nails? …… Well, you're right, it's a thousand miles away...... Alas, that's right! That kind of nail...... Oh, no, it's a rivet, it looks like a normal nail......"

"What are you talking about about those two Chinese comrades? Could it be that you have found the cause of the plane failure? ”

As soon as these words came out, the people around them were startled, and they never expected that Lukotsev, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped and asked two young Chinese officers, and the voice was so loud that it was like a wild bear roaring in the mountains and forests, and the eardrums of the people around him were buzzing.

Bai Yi and Song Tianming were also shocked by Lukotsev's loud voice, they just held the mentality of watching the excitement, and discussed it here, plus they spoke in Chinese, not afraid of being listened to, so they did not deliberately lower their voices.

How could he be heard by Lukotsev and not say, but this rough man who looked like five big and three rough still knew Chinese.

However, they forgot that the Soviet Air Force entered the DPRK to participate in the war in the name of the Chinese Volunteers, and according to the orders of the Soviet General Staff, after taking to the skies for combat, all instructions and communications must be in Chinese and Korean, so as to prevent the Americans from grasping the handle of the Soviet Union's entry into the war.

Therefore, all Soviet pilots who fought in Korea would receive training in Chinese, and middle-level commanders like Lukotsev could coordinate air combat matters with their Chinese counterparts because it was possible to coordinate air combat matters with their Chinese counterparts, so the training in Chinese was more stringent, so Lukotsev could not say that he could understand it, even if he was allowed to talk to Bai Yi for three days and three nights.

When Bai Yi realized this, it was already too late, and he didn't want to find this trouble, but he didn't think that Lukotsev came to the two of them in three steps and two steps, with a calm face, and shouted in his loud voice as always: "Why don't you speak?" Do you like to judge behind your back, and pee when you really put things in front of you? ”

As soon as these words came out, the people around finally understood that Lukotsev was not asking about the way to crack it at all, but to find out the punching bag, thinking about it, what ability can the two young people who will be over fifty together solve the things that the Soviet ace pilots can't handle?

It's okay to chew the root of the tongue behind the back, if it is really put on the countertop, it is estimated that it will be as soft as noodles for a long time, and the blame can only be blamed for being too young and not knowing how to advance or retreat, seeing that Lukotsev is not in a good mood, and he dares to arrange it behind his back recklessly, so as not to be scolded in public.

So the resentful eyes of Pushlenko and other Soviet pilots; the contemptuous eyes of the North Korean officers all around; The sad and helpless eyes of the officers and soldiers of the surrounding logistics department, as well as the almost cannibalistic eyes of Lukotsev in front of him, all gathered on Bai Yi and Song Tianming.

If there was temperature in their eyes, then Bai Yi and Song Tianming would have been charred by that gaze!

I was thinking about how far away, how far to hide, and didn't want to cause trouble, but I didn't expect the trouble to be pasted like a dog skin plaster, if it was on an unfamiliar street, Bai Yi would definitely throw out a sentence of "neurosis" and ignore it and leave.

But now he is a soldier, representing the logistics department of the Volunteer Army, if this is still the case, it is not his face alone, but the face of the entire Chinese soldier, so Bai Yi took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Lukotsev with the same sharp gaze, and his tone was surprisingly cold: "Your plane is just a small problem, but you have made a mess, I really don't know whether your brain is stuffed with paste or tofu!" ”

"A little problem?" Lukotsev didn't expect that the young man in front of him would dare to do something against him, and he couldn't help but arouse the aggressive gene in his body, poured a sip of wine, shook his hand and pointed at the MiG-15 over there, and sarcastically said with provocative words: "Then you can repair and see!" ”

Bai Yi shrugged: "I'm not a pilot, why should I repair?" Besides, I have to be paid to repair the plane! ”

"Remuneration?" Lukotsev laughed instead of being angry: "What do you want? ”

"Two Pine-9 radars in your base!"

Lukotsev laughed again, but this time anyone could see that there was a hint of determination in Lukotsev's eyes: "Haha, that's a lot of money, but what if you fix it?" ”

"It's easy to do, if it is repaired, I will be responsible!" As soon as Lukotsev's words fell, before Bai Yi could answer, he heard a strong and powerful voice from outside the crowd, and then the head of the armament walked in with vigorous steps......