The transportation meeting had just been held here, and Xu Da had personally led the helicopter squadron to fly over Jinxian. The helicopter group landed in a field, and Xu Da got off the helicopter and immediately came to Han Xing in person to discuss some specific matters of the flight.

Han Xing held hands and welcomed Xu Da into the house. Han Xing said to him: "Commander Xu, you have worked hard, the defense of Nanchang has been fought for such a long time, and we have not met yet. The Battle of Nanchang has not yet been fought, and the Battle of Suizao has begun again. No battle can be separated from the support of your air force, and in my heart and the heart of the Southern Expeditionary Army, I am very grateful to your air force!"

Xu Da picked up the glass of water handed to him by Han Xing, drank half of the jar with "Goo, Goo", wiped it on his mouth with his hand and said, "Commander Han, the family doesn't talk to each other. There are some things that I have to discuss with you, one is the issue of shipping routes, and the other is the problem of our transportation capacity. ”

Han Xing said to him: "You are an expert, what kind of transportation law do you say?" ”

Xu Da said: "I plan two routes, one is a shortcut, that is, from Nanchang to Jiujiang, Jiujiang to Huangshi, Huangshi to Wuhan, from Wuhan and then to Suixian, the whole journey is 552 kilometers. However, this road is full of enemy-occupied territory, and the risk has increased considerably, so it can only be navigated at night.

Our Z-8 helicopter has a maximum payload capacity of 3.5 tons. The maximum level flight speed is 315 km/h, the economic cruising speed is 255 km/h, and the maximum endurance is 2 hours and 31 minutes. Not bad, no need to refuel halfway through. That is to say, from Nanchang to Suixian, it takes 2 hours each way, and it takes at least 4 hours to go back and forth.

There is also a way, which is a detour, flying over our occupied territories, which is too far, and the helicopter has to be refueled halfway through. Flying from that route, it was planned to fly during the day.

In order to complete the transportation plan, from now on, it is necessary to start shipping. Infantry and artillery were transported first, because artillery is easier to disassemble and assemble. Without waiting for the infantry and artillery to be transported, the tank battalion disassembled and assembled part of it, and then transported the bulk tanks, because when they arrived in Suixian, the tanks still had to be assembled.

If these cannot be solved, then paratroopers can only be paratrooped. I know that many of the people in the Southern Expeditionary Army were trained as paratroopers. ”

Han Xing nodded and said, "Very good, it's not a loss to be a flight expert, you think more than I think." After a while, Director Zhang will come to you with the transportation plan, and if there is anything incomplete, we will discuss it again. ”

In the evening, I started my first night flight and decided to try it on a shortcut. The troops began to board the helicopter, which has a cargo compartment of 8.3 meters in length and a width of 1.9 meters, that is, 15.7 square meters. In such a small and narrow place, there were a dense number of officers and soldiers, and there was a platoon. There are also two 12.7mm heavy machine guns on the hatches on both sides, and as long as you encounter the little devil's plane, you have to fight in the air.

This trip can nearly transport a battalion of troops.

Xu Da knew that the first trip was very dangerous, and before the helicopter left, he still persuaded Han Xing: "Commander Han, this first trip is to explore the way, I think you should not go!" ”

Han Xing shook his head and said, "Because it's the first time, I have to go." ”

Liu Zhiyuan also persuaded Han Xing: "Don't go this time, can't I go for you?" ”

Han Xing said: "I went to the front station, and when I got there, I had to see Li Zongren, can you do this!" Your task here is not light, you also have to organize the transportation and vigilance of the entire army, and find Director Zhang for specific errands. If there is anything big, let's contact us in time. ”

Liu Zhiyuan knew that he really couldn't do the matter of interviewing Li Zongren. I had to say, "Okay, you're over there, I'm here, feel free to contact me." ”

12 Z-8 helicopters began to take off, and it was also red in the sky. The helicopter's small red light is constantly flashing, and only the red light can maximize people's vigilance to prevent collisions.

The pilot of the helicopter observes the small red lights of the helicopters around him with his eyesight, and at the same time looks at the instruments in the cab, and completes the formation in the air and maintains the formation in the air with the naked eye and mechanical intelligence.

In the distance, there is the escort of 2 J-20 fighters, without which the safety of the helicopter formation cannot be guaranteed. Because these helicopters are mainly transport aircraft, not helicopter gunships, and each has only 2 heavy machine guns, it is better not to use them.

The helicopter travels at 3,000 meters in the air, trying to avoid the firing distance on the ground as much as possible, and at the same time, it also makes the personnel of the plane feel better.

Han Xing sat in the first helicopter, next to Zhang Xiaosan and Wu Xiaoming's guard platoon. Xu Da directly piloted this helicopter, which was not only a pilot, but also a protector for Han Xing.

The helicopter formation departed from Jinxian and headed north along the west bank of Fanyang Lake and the eastern part of Nanchang at cruising speed.

Poyang Lake is the largest freshwater lake in China, swallowing five waters up and down the Yangtze River, with a majestic atmosphere that fluctuates the sun and the moon.

The armor practiced here once made the world stand for three points; The heroes who fought here once established the Ming Dynasty in unity; Here, the surging blood, the floating bones and the haunting tragic songs of the Hunan army and the Taiping army have made history jaw-dropping; There are Li Bai, Su Dongpo, Fan Zhongyan, China's best poets and writers.

It is the home of clouds, the home of water, the home of life, the home of myths, heroes and poetry.

There are people on the lake. At night, the villages near and far, large and small, are lit up one after another, taking care of each other with the stars in the sky, so that you can clearly fall into a dream, and you can't tell whether the stars have fallen in the lake or the lights are in the sky.

The edge of Nanchang is here again, Nanchang is already asleep at this time, but the lights in the city have never slept, and the beautiful memory of Nanchang City is difficult to erase in my mind.

It is precisely because of the loss that it is even more precious.

The rockeries, weeping willows, stele corridors, flower beds, bonsai, and lakes in the Fujiwang Pavilion are all hidden in the darkness, showing a faint outline in the afterglow of the lanterns in my mind. The other buildings and pavilions seem to be illuminated, looking from afar, like a string of pearls, outlining the colorful shadows of each building. The afterglow of the lanterns flickered in the night, and it was like arriving at the crystal palace of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and everything was full of mythical colors.

In this lonely spring night, Han Xing seemed to be wandering alone outside King Teng's Pavilion. The curtain of the ancient stage on the sixth floor has been closed, the melodious Tang music has fallen silent, the colorful Song dance has disappeared, and only the sound of leaves in the garden is endless. Han Xing thought that at this time, Wang Bo must still be standing alone by the pond, accompanied by weeping willows, reciting his majestic "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

Who would have thought that the night view of King Teng's Pavilion is so charming and so reverie. Han Xing thought, if you can climb the Tengwang Pavilion at night at this time, and look at it from afar by the railing, although you can't see the beautiful scenery of "Luoxia and lonely flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky", but looking at the bright night view of Nanchang city in the east, looking at the brilliance of Fuhe Avenue in the south, looking at the stars and fishing fires on the surface of the Ganjiang River in the west, and looking at the long dragon jade belt of the Nanchang Bridge in the north, it must be beautiful, and there is another taste, this scene is probably difficult to appreciate during the day.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, the spring breeze is getting cooler and cooler, and King Teng's Pavilion stands in this deep tranquility, becoming more and more upright. Tengwang Pavilion stands near the Ganjiang River, welcomes the morning sun in the morning, sends the sunset in the evening, accompanies with the moon, and the stars are neighbors, telling different stories every day.

The Tengwang Pavilion in history has been repeatedly destroyed and built, up to 29 times before and after, although the size and style of the Tengwang Pavilion after the reconstruction of each era are different, but the far-reaching culture it embodies is in the same line. Tengwang Pavilion gathers the aura of the earth, stores the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the accumulation of thousands of years, giving birth to the splendid culture of Tengwang Pavilion, which has intoxicated countless literati and artists, and added a glorious page to the cultural treasure house of the motherland.

Han Xing thought that he had read the Teng Wang Pavilion, understood its profundity, understood its vastness, and could even feel the deep breath it made in the dark, and feel the beating of its pulse.

In fact, if you think about it, it's still far away!

History and reality, life and dreams, pain and joy, pursuit and belief are intertwined, integrated, condensed and sublimated in this amorous land, and Tengwang Pavilion continues to write an eternal chapter.

When will it return to the embrace of the Chinese people, continuing the never-ending story!

The helicopter flew north along the Nanxun line, and soon came to Jiujiang again.

Here is the water town of dreams, the ancient city of Xunyang, the green pine and beautiful Lushan Mountain, and the rippling Poyang Lake.

The history of Jiujiang is like a book, slowly unfolding in Han Xing's mind from far to near: Junwu Zhoulang raised the flag and commanded thousands of troops; Xiao Qiao's pipa singing is literary and martial; Linglong women playing in the water by the lake; The mighty man is a good man and Po singing

The tranquil and pure lotus flowers are blooming, and the enchanting swans are taking off. The tea mountains are green, and the water rhyme is long. And those silhouettes of life full of pristine ecology

The Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ruoxu said: The spring river tide is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail; The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen. Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

What he's talking about is actually Jiujiang!

Tao Yuanming, a literary scholar during the Song and Jin dynasties, was a native of Jiujiang, Jiangxi. His masterpiece idyllic poem "Drinking": "The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses." Ask you how you can be, and your heart is far away. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. ”

The "South Mountain" referred to in the poem is Lushan.

The air formation flew over Jiujiang and soon flew to the outskirts of Wuhan.

Climb the Yellow Crane Tower, look at the east of the river, go through the eye river, chant a small poem, and you will fall for it.

Wang Zi'an rode the crane through this, Fei Wenwei drove the crane back to rest here, and the wandering Taoist priest painted the yellow crane with orange peel after drinking and said: "The cyclamen claps his hands, and the crane flies down." "Li Bai" smashed the Yellow Crane Tower with one punch and kicked over Parrot Island. There is a scene in front of him, and Cui Hao's inscription poem is above. This is the Yellow Crane Tower in the legendary story.