"Victor, are you alright?"

The radio, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly sounded, and Long Yun was almost startled.

Speaking of which, what's going on on on the radio just now? When the time comes to combat crisis, the secrecy of communication has been disregarded?

"I'm fine," Long Yun opened his mouth, surprised to find that he actually spoke Russian. He couldn't help but pause for a moment, as if he felt incomprehensible about such a thing: "I-the landline is damaged, and I can still hold on and ask to return." ”

"Ahh You're still there! Great, now that the ground guidance has been restored, we immediately disengaged and returned. ”

"Understood."

In the next 20 or so minutes, Long Yun could only carefully control the state of the plane, and fearfully keep the injured MiG-29 flying along the navigation marker line. It was supposed to be two fighters of the same type piloted by Victor's comrades, one on the left and one on the right, flying not far in front of him, maintaining a low speed of less than 500 kilometers so as not to drop him down. Due to the lack of power of the damaged fighters, their flight altitude remained at a low altitude of less than three thousand meters; On the one hand, this is to provide better lift conditions for Long Yun's landline, and on the other hand, it is also a bit of a defense against the enemy who launched a sneak attack just now.

"Hey, Victor, did you see that?"

Companion shouted over the radio. Long Yun didn't know what to call them, so he had to agree casually.

"I haven't seen the buoy yet."

"I mean, did you keep an eye on the enemy who shot down Komarov and wounded you?"

“…… I don't know, I was in a coma for a short while. was still preparing to lock, and was hit. ”

Long Yun hesitated for a moment before giving a somewhat ambiguous answer. To tell the truth, he really didn't see what the enemy was like; Taking a step back, it is impossible to determine whether it was an enemy aircraft or not. At this moment, Long Yun's vision finally appeared the outline of the airport, and in the distance, he could see the control tower faintly visible in the gray twilight, as well as the flashing red warning lights on the vehicles that had been waiting on the side of the runway.

About to land with injury, Long Yun prayed that the landing gear must be put down, otherwise with the current condition of the fighter, the thrust is insufficient, and there seems to be a little oil leakage, and he has no way at all.

Thankfully, the landing gear lights lit up along the way, and Long Yun tried to stabilize his attitude and align the plane with the centerline of the landing runway to pull the slope. With the impact of the fighter plane's landing, it is estimated that the damaged deceleration parachute could not be released, and slowly reducing the engine thrust, Long Yun ran almost a thousand meters before braking the plane at the end of the runway.

Laboriously taking off his helmet, Long Yun fumbled with the switch and opened the cockpit canopy.

In the distance, ambulances and fire trucks with sirens blaring and flashing lights are rapidly approaching; Standing up staggeringly, Long Yun seemed a little confused, he never thought that there would be such a big scene in his dream.

Looking at the ambulance with a round head and round head painted olive green, it stopped about sixty or seventy meters away, probably afraid of a possible explosion; The fiery red fire engine of the ZIL-131 chassis leaned closer, ready to spray a jet of water into the still smoky body. Seeing these familiar vehicles, as well as the command towers standing far away, and the clothes of the people who were busy running around, Long Yun was very sure that he had landed on a military airfield in the Soviet Union.

Could it be that he played a Soviet fighter pilot in his dream? It really doesn't make sense, how can this be?

However, I always felt that something was wrong.

Long Yun shook his head hard, he unconsciously waved his hand to the heavy firefighter, but the doubts in his heart continued unabated. The air was filled with the stench of burnt rubber, mixed with the greasy smell of volatile engine oil, and it seemed that the plane was indeed not lightly damaged.

Wait--Long Yun suddenly remembered. The smell of burning?

But people in dreams don't have a sense of smell.

Long Yun vaguely remembered that when people were dreaming, because the brain was in a state of self-organization, many parts were actually dormant and could not function. In other words, when it comes to organizing experiences during the day, the brain only processes audio-visual information, with a little tactile information mixed in at most. As for the sense of smell, it definitely does not appear in dreams.

Long Yun was already a little skeptical, how could the dream be so real. But if this is not a dream, what is it? And...... Does a person think in a dream whether he is dreaming?

A burst of headaches struck, and Long Yun felt that his consciousness had become a little blurred. He began to feel confused, and even a little more afraid.

His mind began to appear confused, because this qiē in front of him was beyond his cognitive ability; There was a loud cry in his ears, as if to keep him calm; But it already sounded so ethereal and vague.

Long Yun only felt that it was dark in front of him; He collapsed in the cockpit, unconscious.

……

It was still pitch black in front of me; It all seemed a little hard to breathe.

Are you still trapped in a plane? What the hell is going on!

Struggling to sit up from the messy bed, Long Yun found himself still on a single bed in the rental house. Panting for air, he raised his hand to support his head, which was a little sore from the lack of oxygen.

Hey, probably when I was sleeping just now, I accidentally stuffed my head.

His head was still a little dizzy, and Long Yun was in a daze recalling the dream just now. ――I thought it was a real air battle! A qiē is similar to a simulator, except for the overload felt by the body.

Unfortunately, it was just a dream after all.

Raising his hands, Long Yun looked back and forth a little unfamiliarly. He clearly remembered that he had just successfully landed on an unknown airfield in a damaged MiG-29 in a dream; Thinking back to his own operation, the lack of a sense of space that once caused great distress seemed to disappear without a trace. The manipulation in the dream is so skillful, and it feels more realistic than ever before. Will there be a dream that is so real that Cheng dù will be?

However...... If it's not a dream, what can it be?

After waking up from a dream, aren't you still lying in bed? It's still a dream, after all.

Although it is the aviation competition he loves, when it actually appears in a dream, it still feels a little weird; Long Yun needed a conclusion to convince himself, otherwise his mind would probably be disturbed by this strange dream. However, he soon thought that at least in the real dream just now, he could not only get the opportunity to fly a fighter plane, but also be able to act like a real fighter pilot.

To be honest, Long Yun felt that he did a pretty good job; He stretched out his hand, and it seemed that he hadn't reached for the MiG-29's joystick, and he was really a little unsatisfied.

Feels great, doesn't it?