"Little girl, don't want to look down on Lao Tzu!" Xu Ronglin let Zhang Lina's words arouse the fighting spirit again.

At this time, the "Firebird" plane has rolled 180 degrees and entered the state of "inverted", in the cockpit, Xu Ronglin and Zhang Lina head to the earth, outside the cockpit, the sky and the earth are connected in a straight line in the distance. He quickly aligned the line between heaven and earth while checking the plane's altitude, speed, etc., again and the whole process was completed in less than 2 seconds. A dazzling flame erupted downward from the rear cabin of the aircraft, and the huge reaction force caused the aircraft to produce a drop of dozens of meters up and down in a state of "inverted" buckle.

At this time, Zhang Lina heard an abnormal noise on the left wing of the plane, and at the same time, the plane was swept to the right by a force, which suddenly produced a 60-degree inclination angle, and it became very difficult for the plane to be ridden. Xu Ronglin reported the situation to the ground control tower while causing the plane to gradually lower its altitude. He held the rod firmly. Try to keep the aircraft as stable as possible.

The plane, which lost power, fell sharply. One second, two seconds, three seconds...... As time passed, a minute and a half later, the plane had descended several kilometers in altitude. The engine still hasn't started; Try again, it still doesn't start. By this time, the plane had almost descended to the limit altitude. Xu Ronglin's palms were slightly soaked with sweat. He eliminated all distractions and calmly and decisively carried out the third launch. With just a "boom", the plane was successfully started in the air, and the warhawk jumped into the blue sky again. The air start was successful!

At this time, the plane was like being drunk, swaying, the nose of the plane gradually rose up, and let out a low roar, as the speed of the plane continued to increase, Xu Ronglin felt the blood gushing up, and the pressure on his body became greater and greater, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. It's like a person being left in the boundless darkness and silence of the world.

The plane continues to dive down at high speeds, and the noise from the friction between the aircraft and the air is getting louder and louder. The test pilot is a multi-functional "sensor" in the test flight, and the huge overload, noise and temperature changes brought about by the aircraft diving downwards at high speed will be transmitted to the test pilot most directly. The slightest change in the aircraft can be highly stressful. Xu Ronglin gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort caused by the increasing overload to his body, and flipped the plane over and returned to a positive flying state.

The plane swooped down at a large angle from a height of 10,000 meters, and when it was less than a kilometer above the ground, he finally felt that he was about to be unbearable, and the noise at this time reached an unbearable level, and he seemed to smell a smell of blood.

The landing gear was lowered. The design of the landing gear of the Flaming Sparrow also took a lot of thought from the engineers. The seemingly ordinary three-point design is actually not so simple, the main landing gear is retracted forward, and then rotated 90 degrees to attach to the abdomen, while the nose landing gear is retracted backwards, and can be folded into the landing gear compartment after being retracted by the hydraulic system, and in case of emergency, it can also be operated by compressed gas. It is worth noting the arrangement of the nose landing gear, for the "Flaminge" aircraft, if the nose landing gear is mounted on the fuselage centerline, its shock absorber bar has to pass through the cockpit, so it is unusual that the nose landing gear is not located in the center line of the fuselage, but is tilted to one side to avoid the cockpit, but this has no effect on the take-off and landing of the aircraft.

The plane finally landed safely at the airport, Xu Ronglin saw the ground staff running towards the plane like crazy, turned his head and showed a happy smile to Zhang Lina. Zhang Lina burst into tears.

At this time, both of them could no longer express their current mood in words.

On the road in the distance, a train of cars was moving fast. In a three-door luxury "Golden Dragon" sedan in the middle, Yang Shuoming glanced at the direction of the airport, and his eyes were constantly reviewing the line map of the "Firebird" fighter.

Since the newly commissioned "Fire Eagle" jet fighter has proved to be more suitable as a ground attack aircraft in actual combat, the Air Department has decided to convert all the "Fire Eagles" in service and those that will soon be in service into attack aircraft, and as a substitute for the "Fire Eagle," the "Fire Sparrow" is undoubtedly quite popular.

And the appearance of such an aircraft, of course, is inseparable from his "eyes".

There is also the "Fire Bat" that has been successfully developed...... "Perhaps, I am no longer needed in this war." Yang Shuoming somehow came up with such an idea in his heart.

His thoughts suddenly flew to the battlefield of the Soviet Union.

Because, there are thousands of Chinese sons and daughters who are fighting.

His children are among them.

The fog lifted.

The sudden shelling also stopped. Yang Maode gently crawled out of the bushes, and while observing the few searching Soviet troops in front of him, he looked around for cover. I don't know if the troops are advancing too fast, or if they are scattered, and now they can't see a single person of their own around them.

He was left alone and besieged. However, the position was staggered, and his own people must be nearby, but he didn't dare to shout and say hello. He became very frightened, and now the people scattered into a formation, cats bent on their waists, getting closer and closer, and the distance between the two was no more than fifty meters. Fortunately, although he was very scared at this moment, he still remembered how to deal with this situation during the jungle combat training, so he quickly crawled to a large rock next to him, and sneaked over, trying to rely on it as cover.

He crawled over a severed Soviet hand, stained with blood on the front of his clothes. He didn't care so much, and when he got behind the boulder, he quickly turned around and pointed his gun at the searchers. There was a bush and grass next to the boulder that could be invisible.

Now it is not possible to shoot, there are Soviet troops everywhere, and the sound of gunfire will undoubtedly attract more enemies. The boulders and bushes did not provide him with ideal security.

After hiding his body, he subconsciously turned on the safety of the "Tempest" automatic rifle.

"It's coming, it's coming!" He looked at the searching enemy, nervous and a little out of breath. He lay nervously on the ground, listening to the sound of gunfire in the distance. The sound of gunfire was very intense, especially the sound of cannons, which shook the earth. For a moment, however, he felt that the sound of the cannon was too far away, as if it were coming from heaven. The rumbling sound is like a kind of music, which is designed to lead people to the world of nothingness.

The fog was so great just now that I couldn't see a human figure a few meters away. When the Soviets suddenly launched an artillery attack, the ranks were instantly completely disorganized. A shell landed five meters in front of him, and the three people in the same class who attacked in front of him all fell with the sound of the explosion, and they didn't snort more. At that moment, he did not rejoice, let alone any superfluous thoughts, but immediately lay down and burrowed into the bush that he had just climbed out of, until the shelling stopped and the thick fog dissipated.

Now he looked at the ground next to him and in front of him, full of craters, dirt that had been lifted, branches that had been blown up, and especially the corpses and stumps of both the enemy and the enemy, scattered everywhere, and it was terrible to see. The smell of gunpowder has not completely dissipated, mixed with the smell of blood.

This is fighting for your life, you have to kill people to live! He gradually came to his senses from fear.

The search team of the Soviet army was getting closer and closer, and it was only about thirty meters away from him. They were so spread out that he wasn't sure he could kill five at once. Take up the fire, knock down at most two, and you will be sacrificed. But he didn't want to die like this, at this moment, he suddenly felt very homesick and attached to his family, and his relatives at home included his parents, brother, brother, sister, and sister, all of which entered his mind at this time.

There is also the female pilot named Murong Xue...... He was really reluctant to die like this, to die in the jungle battlefield like this, to leave them forever. But this is in a place occupied by the enemy, is there a better way to keep yourself safe than to destroy them? No, he couldn't go into the ground and hide. Sooner or later, he would be discovered, for the five men had already come towards him, searching carefully. Perhaps it was the longing for his relatives just now that gave him some strength and courage to survive. Seeing the enemy getting closer, he took two deep breaths to calm his nerves.

There is no time for him to hesitate and fear! Fighting is inevitable! Because the Soviets have already searched a place only twenty meters away from him! He quickly removed the grenade and placed it in front. Maybe it was subconsciously, and now his mind was nervously fighting, whether to throw the grenade or shoot first? He thought that after the grenade was thrown, he would expose himself in advance, but he was afraid that he would be shot by the enemy before it exploded. With this assessment, the enemy has already walked a few steps further! He decided not to use the grenade first, he couldn't throw the grenade that far with a small action while lying down, and the enemy was scattered so wide, and the grenade was not as powerful as a direct shot.

He raised the muzzle a little.

He knew in his heart that after being attacked by the Soviet army's heavy artillery fire just now, although the troops were disrupted, everyone remembered the direction of their target, and most of the men and horses would continue to attack and advance towards the mission heights. Now following the army is what he wants most in his heart.

The gunfire and artillery on the high ground in the distance were still ringing fiercely. It was a friendly army attacking, maybe it was his own company that was seizing a certain high ground and assisting the main peak. Although it was quiet around here for the time being, he didn't want such a calm, he couldn't bear it, if suddenly a gunshot rang out, the searching enemy would definitely be lured away, then he would be safe, he thought.

At this moment, it may be due to the excessive secretion of adrenaline in his hands, which caused his palms to be full of sweat now, and he was trembling a little as the enemy approached.

Now he was homesick, and all that flashed in his mind was his parents, and he thought that they must be worried about him. He had been sending it for two weeks, and now he regretted it, so why should he send a letter to his loved ones that had caused him so much distress? Parents are always afraid that their children will die painfully at the hands of the enemy on the battlefield! Maybe the mother will be sad and sorrowful, and finally say that she will wash her face with tears; My father couldn't be happy, he might say that it was okay, but in his heart he must be so worried; What about siblings? How worried and scared will they be? If they do get the news of his death again...... Yang Maode didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He pulled the bolt.

But bad! At this moment, his mind had obviously completely calmed down, because there was no time for him to think more, and if he was afraid of anything, the enemy was right in front of him. But I can't shoot a gun, and I can't bend my fingers. The whole body was stiff, as if frozen.

It's damning! "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! ”

He was in such a hurry that he was almost pleading with himself. The two Soviet troops on the opposite side were already no more than twelve or thirteen meters away from him, and they were walking past the crater. They looked thin, tall, and much older than him. The other three he couldn't see now, blocked by rocks and bushes. Kill them first, he can't care so much.

He had only one thought in his head: "Shoot, shoot, shoot......" but he couldn't shoot. He became so nervous and his muscles stiffened, but why was that? He was obviously no longer scared in his heart, but his whole body was trembling, and he was shaking so badly that he could even feel the invisible plants and trees around him moving. It's dead this time! Dead! He felt desperate!

He could only feel despair.

Why didn't this damn finger cramp back in a shake and pull off the bolt?

At this moment, at this critical moment, I am afraid that no miracle has happened. One is that the enemy is too close, and the other is that none of his comrades can be seen around. Now he really felt the death coming, just waiting for the enemy to come and kill him.

At this moment, he really felt fear, fear of death, fear of death.

In the midst of fear, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "...... If you dream of encountering 'ghosts' in the future, recite Guanyin Bodhisattva...... As long as you recite it three times, Guanyin Bodhisattva will come to bless you, and the 'ghost' will naturally not dare to come, remember? These are the words of his mother who got up to comfort him when he saw a ghost in a nightmare when he saw a ghost when he was a child, and his mother got up to comfort him. At the moment of death, he only remembered that his mother cared for him, and only felt how beautiful the sense of security was lying in his mother's arms when he was a child. At the moment, he felt very happy for this sense of security.

However, happy times are always short-lived, and this moment of security can only be an aftertaste. The enemy is close at hand, will he be able to escape?

Now in despair, his mouth unconsciously and helplessly whispered the words that his mother had taught him.

However, can Guanyin Bodhisattva really save him from this catastrophe of life and death in front of him? Unless there is a miracle in this world, it is absolutely unreliable to hope for the gods and Buddhas.

Footsteps were also heard in the grass on the left and right. Now that he is being attacked on three sides, even if Guanyin Bodhisattva is really alive, I am afraid that he will not be able to save him.

But it was strange to say that after he had silently read it in his mind three times, he could really feel less afraid, angry, and hopeless, and his whole body was much more soothed. It seems that his mother's teachings are right, Guanyin Bodhisattva is really spiritual, and he is free from suffering. He knew very well in his heart, and he silently muttered in his heart: "Guanyin Bodhisattva ......"

As he was thinking in his heart, "Boom, Boom......" At this moment, the gunfire on the high ground in the distance rang out from far and near, and rang out on the hill next to him, making him instantly return to reality. He opened his eyes and moved his fingers.

Fingers were able to move.

Fingers can move! This unexpected reaction and discovery made him feel overjoyed. He quickly reached out and wiped his sweat on the ground.

Now the whole arm can move.

He pursed his lips again, muttering softly.

He saw that the two Soviet troops in front of him had already passed the edge of the crater and were coming directly towards him. The distance between the two is no more than five meters. They shouldn't have found him yet, but it was doomed to be found sooner or later, just a few seconds later. He still couldn't see the other three at this moment, and he didn't dare to raise his head and move. There's no way, now I can only kill one is one, do one is enough, do two to earn one. The two men were only three meters apart, and he decided to shoot the one to the right where the muzzle of his gun had been pointing, and then quickly strafe the one on the left and knock the one on the left to the ground.

"Boom! Thundered! ”

Our artillery fire continued to extend and fire, and the shells rained down on the hill to his left, and the explosion sounded like a shock. I saw that the smoke of gunpowder was filled, the mud and rocks flew indiscriminately, and the enemy's broken guns and bloody stumps rose into the air and scattered in all directions. The world seemed to be on the verge of destruction, and the sound of a loud explosion drowned out everything.

When he reached out to wipe his sweat on the ground just now, he found that the ground was wet and full of blood, which may have been left over after several rounds of enemy and enemy artillery fire from each other. Instead of wiping the sweat off his hands, the grass rattled and the vigilant enemy spotted the movement. But the enemy could not find out who was hiding in the bushes and grass behind the big rocks, and did not dare to shoot rashly, for fear of injuring his own family. So the man on the right shouted something at the loud sound of the shells exploding on the hill.

Before he could finish his words, a vague, concise and short voice answered him.

Of course, the answer to him was not the hidden Soviet troops lying around, but the sound of Yang Maode's submachine gun, and in just an instant, three bullets whistled away, like cannonballs flying overhead, and drilled into his chest. The guy let out a painful "vomit", put the gun aside, and fell backwards into the sky. Yang Maode's heart at this time only had the pleasure of revenge. Now alone, he had to take advantage of the cover of the huge explosion on the hill to fight quickly, so as not to let the gunfire attract the attention of the surrounding Soviet troops later. The moment the guy fell, he quickly opened fire on the guy on his left.

However, the two fired at each other almost at the same time, and Yang Maode only felt that a bullet flew over his forehead, and a "whoosh" sound burrowed into the grass under his right armpit. The guy on the right has a very high combat quality and reacts very quickly.

At this time, the bullets of the "**Sha" submachine gun rained down on the stones and grass and bushes beside him. Yang Maode seemed to be angry with himself, as if he wanted to save face for the embarrassing fear just now, he was desperate, just fighting back against the rain of bullets.

(To be continued)