Chapter Seventy-Three: Eating Fried Chicken and Drinking Beer

The DPRK has always been a thorn in the international community, and with the support of Huaguo's father, the relationship with the American uncle is simply like water and fire. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Dad has always had a headache, his son always doesn't grow up, and the big piece of soap from the nuclear test was thrown on the ground, and the American uncle was so anxious that he almost wanted to rub Xiao Chao on the ground.

But Xiao Chao is different from Yi lk and Li by, those sons who don't have a father, just do it.

Not daring to move Xiao Chao is really his father is too powerful.

However, although I don't dare to forcibly rub it, there will always be a silent grabbing action.

A few days ago, three reconnaissance planes entered the airspace of the DPRK and were shot down, which really made military headlines for several days.

However, Chaoguo relied on his father to be stubborn, and he was used to it, how could he stand such a bird anger.

Thinking of sending a reconnaissance plane around the US military base in South Korea to save some face, although the US military's air defense force is absolutely fierce, there is really no shortage of people with lofty ideals who have sacrificed their lives for the party-state in the DPRK.

There is no shortage of people, there is a shortage of planes.

Xiao Jin opened the warehouse door and saw that the reconnaissance plane was still the Il-28B tactical reconnaissance plane that he had picked up from his father in the middle and late last century.

How to take this shot, Xiao Jin waved his hand and made it himself.

And it was made.

Under the cult of personality, the planned economy exerted tremendous energy, and soon after, the Jin-233 tactical reconnaissance aircraft was born.

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"Definitely complete the mission! (Korean)"

The three DPRK pilots who were in charge of the Incheon reconnaissance mission resolutely walked into the domestically made reconnaissance plane with a military salute in front of Chief Kim.

In the overwhelming cheers, the gold 233 was successfully lifted into the air.

How could the small plane of the DPRK escape the eyes of the US military, and even when the Kim 233 was about to take off, the US military had already obtained the news through the intelligence network.

"The DPRK has really made a move."

In the command post of the U.S. military, Commander Conrad saw the approaching light spots in the radar, and looked into the distant sky, where a black dot was approaching.

"Give them a warning first, and when they cross the 38th parallel, they will open fire."

Conrad instructed his men.

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The pilots of the three dynasties on the Kim 233 can be described as solemn and generous to death.

They are not idiots, they know that this time they went to Inchon for a walk, with the anti-aircraft firepower of the US military, they basically explained, and the reason why they knew that they would die and took the flight mission without hesitation was completely because of their courage and loyalty to the DPRK.

After approaching the 38th parallel, a tragic atmosphere permeated the three crew members.

Captain Park An-ji, who held the rank of major, hammered his fist in the chest. "For the motherland and the people!"

"For the motherland and the people!" The other two North Korean crew members said at the same time.

When the U.S. military base in Markit had already appeared in view, and the anti-aircraft fire in the base was swallowing tongues of fire, this tragic aura was raised to the extreme.

The youngest Kim Won-seok couldn't help crying after all, he thought of his mother and the daughter who had just been born.

"Father, don't cry, our sacrifice is meaningful, the Motherland will remember us, the people will remember us, our families will be proud of us, and our name will be immortalized in the history of the great Motherland!" Park An-ji comforted Kim Won-suk.

At this time, the three of them sang the national anthem in unison.

"Look at the rays of the rising sun, shining on the beautiful and rich mineral deposits. The motherland has 3,000 miles of picturesque rivers and mountains, and has a long history of 5,000 years. ”

With a bang, the reconnaissance plane was shot in the wing, and the scale should be a stinger ground-to-air, and the entire plane shook under the explosion, but the singing of the three people was not interrupted.

"The splendid national culture cultivates the ...... of glorious people's growth"

The main and co-pilot hands have left the joystick.

The plane is falling.

The U.S. troops below, seeing that the reconnaissance plane had been hit, cheered, ready to wait for the plane to crash.

……

Park Anji clutched a chair in the tilted cockpit, still singing.

The main driver, Kim Won-suk, said suddenly. "Captain...... Our planes seem to be fine, the dials are all normal? ”

"What nonsense? The wings were shot, the plane was falling, how could it be normal. ”

"Because...... We didn't pull the joystick just now......"

After Jin Yuanshuo finished speaking, he started to control the plane again, and lifted it violently, and the plane that was originally falling followed one ...... It flew again......

Confused......

Both the captain and the U.S. military below had a capital bewilderment on their faces.

I couldn't believe it, looking at the plane that was supposed to be finished, but it was flying again.

Obviously a stinger was shot in the wing...... How...... Unharmed?

"It must have been the chief who saved us at a critical time." Park Anji wiped his sweat and said.

Their task is only to walk around the US military base, use the camera on the plane, take some photos and take a group photo, and then they will complete the mission.

Although some people don't understand why they can still be safe and sound after being hit by a stinger, since they are alive, it is time to cherish life.

Now Park Anji ordered to return.

It's just that the artillery fire below began to rage, and after one shot was unsuccessful, more firepower enveloped Jin 233 one after another.

Whether it was anti-aircraft guns or the American Stinger surface-to-air, they fired at the Kim 233 one after another.

The explosion also occurred several times on the plane, and the plane stabilized after shaking for a while, so that even Park Anji was numb.

"U.S. imperialism is a paper tiger, looking at our planes, they can't do anything about it!"

The self-developed aircraft is so strong, even those developed countries abroad have never heard of being able to build such a damage-resistant aircraft, and the US military was not shot down by our ordinary anti-aircraft guns a few days ago.

Now a sense of pride rises in their hearts.

For the belonging of the motherland, the loyalty to the chief has become more persistent.

"Captain...... They're using MIM104! ”

When the Kim 233 completed its mission and was ready to return, the U.S. military finally used the MIM104 anti-aircraft missile (Patriot), which was the weapon they were most proud of, and the weapon that made a name for itself in the Gulf War was enough to make any air equipment tremble.

When the warhead carrying the ******** was about to touch the poor Kim 233, the national anthem in the cabin sounded again.

"Let's heroically defend the Motherland and contribute all our strength!"

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Longqiu City, where there is still a peaceful atmosphere.

Business hasn't improved yet, Zhao Luo simply gave everyone a holiday, and took his own people to eat, drink and have fun in Longqiu City at public expense.

However, Zhao Luo's money was also spent at public expense, so I had to feel distressed, and more importantly, I had an extra mouth.

The people of the old 38th group gathered together again to eat fried chicken and drink beer at an old restaurant that was said to have a history of more than 100 years......

"I said, Dalong, where have you been all these days?" Zhao Luo clinked glasses with Chen Youlong and chatted about his experience during this time.