The vast expanse of grass in my eyes is full of grass, and even if I fly for a day, I can still see green, and only occasionally a small lake will appear. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The view is set in stone, and it gives a strange feeling. It's as if time and space have stood still.

It's only when the afterglow of the setting sun is reflected that everything changes. The green grass will turn black as quickly as possible.

Every time at this time, Zhu Bingwen knew that he was going to find a nest. Today's destination was a field airfield, and at this time the tower had fired a green flare.

Zhu Bingwen made a gesture, and the two wingmen behind him immediately followed him and dived down. After a low-altitude pass, three planes, one after the other, descended to the ground.

"Welcome from Comrade Huaxia."

The commander of the airfield said with a smile.

didn't smell the wine, and Zhu Bingwen showed a surprised expression on his face. As a bottle of Zhangye's stuffy donkey was taken out, everyone exhaled.

The hairs that drink wine are the good hairs. Otherwise, I always feel unsteady in my heart!

"Buzz!"

Another plane landed before the tires touched the ground, and immediately there was a screeching sound.

"Squeak!"

The plane slowed down and eventually stopped in the middle of the airport, and then slowly glided towards the tarmac as the ground staff guided it.

It was the last plane, and it landed safely, leaving everyone cheering.

After graduating from flight school, the pilots in Huaxia became a little embarrassed. There are no planes in the Jichasui Red Zone, and it is impossible for them to join the Soviet Air Force, so they must not be able to fight in the ground forces! Fortunately, Commander Qin finally reached an agreement and purchased eight second-hand Yi-3 fighters and four transport aircraft in installments.

"Commander Qin is really a layman, why don't you buy nine planes and six transport planes?"

The tactical formation of the Soviet Air Force was a formation of 3 aircraft, consisting of a long plane with two wingmen on a mission. But the number of planes ordered now is not only a problem with the formation. It's awkward to even form a flying squadron, because there is one less.

"Squadron leader, all the planes have landed safely, please instruct!"

There were originally 30 pilots in this year's class, but two comrades died in the flight accident, and in the end only 28 remained. In addition to the 16 fighter pilots, the rest were bomber and transport pilots. However, now there are not enough planes, and the surplus people can only sit in transport planes. The ground staff can only return to China by land transport.

However, I heard that with the increase of Sino-Soviet trade, the Trans-Siberian Railway has built a branch line to Ulaanba, which is a foreign yuan, so that the speed of returning to China is also faster.

"Did you find anything unusual during the flight?"

"Nope!"

Although the aircraft was second-hand, it was carefully inspected before taking over. The top brass of the Soviet Union seemed to care, and even sent "blue hats" to supervise it. Of course, those workers did not dare to be careless, and repeatedly confirmed that they were correct before going through the handover procedures. All flew more than 1,000 kilometers without any abnormalities.

"Keep an eye on Lao Maozi and cheer, don't make a mistake."

Zhu Bingwen said loudly.

To these Siberian brown bears, he is 120 worried. When he was in flight school, even if it was a normal maintenance, he would stare at it from the side. Even the screws that others have screwed will be checked. Even if you suffer a lot of white eyes, you don't care, after all, this is how you can save your life!

When everything was settled, it was already midnight, and Zhu Bingwen, who was strolling on the grassland, couldn't help but sit down.

The fertile steppes of Russia always have a mystery in the night. Lying on the grass and looking up at the starry sky, I always feel that the stars are bright and seem to form a gate to the unknown world, and people can't help but want to push it open.

But you have to explain all this to the mosquitoes first!

"Smack!"

Only then did he feel a little itchy on his face, so Zhu Bingwen slapped it down, and his hands immediately felt sticky. Surprised, he glanced at his palm, only to find that it was all blood.

"Wow!"

In order to prevent mosquitoes, his face was smeared with wind oil. But in front of those ferocious prairie mosquitoes, everything is a fucking cloud, and the only way is to hug your head and run away.

"What a brilliant starry sky, uncle will never look at it again!"

After a good night's sleep, Zhu Bingwen became "fat", which immediately attracted the laughter of his comrades-in-arms.

"Lao Zhu, what's wrong?"

"Yo, Lao Zhu was kissed by that girl!"

"Hey, hey, hey, a bit like your relative second senior brother!"

Listening to the jokes of his comrades-in-arms, Zhu Bingwen stretched out his little finger, and stretched out two hands when one hand was not enough.

"Suddenly!"

When a red flare flew into the air, Zhu Bingwen, who had already sat in the cockpit, released the brakes. The plane slowly slid forward, and he pressed the joystick a few times to watch the elevator swing up and down. With another kick on the rudder, the plane began to move left and right. By the time these maneuvers were complete, the plane was right on the runway.

"Suddenly!"

Another green flare flew into the sky, and the ground crew standing in front of the plane waved the flag in his hand.

"Buzz!"

Zhu Bingwen slowly pushed the throttle to the maximum, and the propeller speed became faster and faster. The plane shuddered, and he let go of the brakes.

"Buzz!"

The plane shook and rushed forward, looking at the constantly beating computer, he gently pulled the joystick, and the whole plane slowly rose into the air. After thanking him at a low altitude, as is customary, he began to circle after circle. It wasn't until the two wingmen took off and formed a formation that he flew in one direction.

At this moment, Zhu Bingwen's heart is beating wildly, he is going back to Huaxia today, and he doesn't know what has become of it!

Half an hour!

An hour!

Zhu Bingwen, who was looking at the map intently, suddenly saw the wingman on the left side waving his wings in the rearview mirror, and he hurriedly glanced back.

The wingman pilot pinned out his finger and pointed downward.

Zhu Bingwen, who was surprised, stuck his head out of the cockpit, and he was stunned for a moment.

On the barren meadow of the Waiyuan, a hard road has been built, and countless cars are running back and forth on it.

Here he walked through, and there was a potholed dirt road, which was too bumpy and spit out. I didn't expect it to be like this in two years.

The further he flew, the more surprised Zhu Bingwen became, the original deserted place now has a factory, and even trains spewing white smoke passed by, and all the pilots were completely stunned.

"This is Huaxia!"

Is this still the same Huaxia it used to be? Factories, trains, cars, bustling crowds, this is simply more lively than many cities in the Soviet Union!

As the planes hovering in the sky, one after another fell to the ground, Qin Lang, who came to greet him, had a smile on his face that grew stronger and stronger.

"I'm ready!"