In the face of the grim battle situation, as the number one killer of the independent third squadron, Qi Hui may have some combat consciousness at that time, he knew that his comrades-in-arms were working hard at the moment, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

However, after the announcement was over, and the battle of the day was learned from the command, the "ghosts" in the sky above Deir ez-Zor were simply as many as flies in the thatched hut, and the combat effectiveness was almost equal to that of flies.

This kind of posture, Long Yun, who lives in the same tent, is not immune, he has been bombed for a few days, almost all the checks in his hand want to donate all the checks in his hand to this compatriot, and change the roots of his ears to be clean, and then he thought that the money had to buy Spring Festival gifts for his lover and boss.

In the few days after the war, except for this little episode, which can be regarded as a flirtatious episode, the leisure life in the Charqat Fort is naturally very comfortable for Long Yun.

But all people, it is inevitable that there will be similar feelings, and there are still some complaints in a stable life, and when they really go to the battlefield, like Long Yun, they drive fighter planes to fight in air battles, brave the rain of bullets and bullets to pursue, and when they are really tired, even if the sound of cannons in their ears is shaking the sky and the dead bodies are everywhere, they can still sleep soundly.

After experiencing such a catastrophe, his head was also full of question marks, and he naturally laughed at the complaints of the "weirdo" Qi Hui, and all Long Yun could do now was to comfort him a few words, and by the way, invite this compatriot to eat one or two more meals. Now the more important thing is to persuade this person to return to China. Otherwise, there is really a war for money. Then the next good brother's choice must be ALSA, and if he fights with the Israelis in the future, then it will really be a good look.

Of course, the so-called "persuasion to return to China", Long Yun also knew that Qi Hui also served the "organization", and his actions may not be free to decide, he just felt that this person was bent on making money and was still working on the secret front, so he persuaded him not to be too obsessed with income from a security point of view.

Make more money. After all, it can't be resisted, even now that the war is over.

From October last year to the present, together with the volunteers of the 3rd Independent Squadron of NATA and the members of the New Party, he has experienced the cruel and heroic civil wars in Iraq and Syria, and now the dust has settled, although there are still countless mysteries in his mind, like a bird in the ethereal clouds, Long Yun's life trajectory continues, he spent two or three days to pack up his things, bid farewell to his comrades-in-arms who fought side by side against the enemy, completed some necessary procedures to leave the new Arab tactical air force, and embarked on a long journey back home.

This time goodbye. Although NATA has expressed a strong desire to volunteer pilots to stay as instructors and bring out a group of new people who can take on heavy responsibilities for the new party's air power, which has been in ruins. Long Yun could only politely say, "If the situation allows, I will definitely come."

Now that he has joined the "organization", the task has obviously not been completed, and he can't say the next itinerary himself.

In the course of their fighting careers abroad, the volunteer pilots and the New Party soldiers forged a deep friendship with these Iraqis, who had fought together for several months, despite differences in skin color and speech.

The day of farewell finally arrived, at the ceremony site of the farewell NATA volunteers, in the face of all the ground staff, logistics and other horses of the whole squadron gathered, standing in front of a row of neatly parked Su-27 and J-10 series fighters in the sunshine, and greeting the soldiers who came up to shake hands and hug and grab a group photo. It's the final verdict on his combat experience.

The fierce battle in the sky, the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, a human catastrophe finally came to an end, how many people have been buried in this ancient land forever, and the survivors of the war still have to continue to walk their own life journey.

Packed up the mood of emotion, bid farewell to the barracks that had gone out several times, the time finally came to the day of departure, Long Yun, who walked out of the gate of the base and took the vehicle, turned his head to look back, the sky in the Middle East was still so clear and clear, at this moment, his mood was very different from the first time he stepped into the base.

Goodbye, this piece of sky!

I, a witness to the war, may never come back in this life.

Leaving Fort Sharqat in the morning, unlike the two departures into the liberated areas, the speeding SUV drove north along the road parallel to the railway to Mosul, the seat of the new government, where Long Yun stayed overnight and boarded a civilian plane to Islamabad the next day.

Compared with Syria, which has just ended its civil war and is a scorched earth in the country, the Mosul regime, which achieved a ceasefire with Baghdad one step earlier, has taken an earlier step in post-war reconstruction, and the "Iraqi People's Aviation" ridiculed by the New Party officers at Fort Sharqat has actually really started to do it, although the current war situation is initially decided, and the security measures at the small Mosul airport are very strict, but after all, there are planes to sit on, which is much more comfortable than the long-distance bumps on the ground.

Dressed in ordinary clothes to cover their eyes, Long Yun and more than 30 passengers boarded a newly-painted Xinzhou-60 airliner and soon took to the skies of Iraq, but this time he was a passenger, not a pilot.

After liftoff, it goes all the way east, and unlike the fast jumbo jets, the 2,000-kilometer route from Mosul to Islamabad takes five hours to complete for the Xinzhou-60, which has an economic cruising speed of just over 400 kilometers per hour; After a short and noisy takeoff, the slightly narrow cabin became very quiet, and like other passengers, Long Yun, who was sitting by the window, also put away his tablet and began to close his eyes to recuperate.

At this moment, unlike the seemingly quiet appearance, the young man's mind was completely difficult to calm down, and as many times as he had on a passenger plane in the past, a few hours of flight time, Long Yun used it to think about all kinds of puzzles that haunted his heart.

The months of combat have finally come to an end, but has the journey of exploring the mysterious mystery experienced in the meantime just begun......

When he felt something, he subconsciously put his hand on his waist bag, and the familiar feeling made Long Yun can't help but think for a while.

"Energy Media", a black crystal-like object that is not large in size, lies quietly in its waist bag at this time, exuding a trace of mysterious and inexplicable ideological aura.

……

In retrospect, on the day of Deir ez-Zor's general attack, the most surprising thing for him before and after was the appearance of the mysterious figure "Harif".

Spotted the superpowers at the airbase, and then pursued them all the way with the help of the Mosul Army, and after several fierce battles, finally arrived at the private residence of "Harif", where they confronted Abdul Rahman at gunpoint; However, in the end, the Liberal Party leader was killed on the spot by the heavy fire of assault rifles, and the New Party soldiers who searched the mansion turned upside down, and found the "Harrieb" who had drunk bullets and died in a luxurious bedroom, and the two bodies were quickly carried away, and the White Mansion was heavily guarded and forbidden to anyone to enter and leave at will.

The key clue that was about to be pinched in his hand was interrupted all of a sudden, and as a witness to all the events, Long Yun could only stand in the hall with changing light and shadow in a daze, staring at the pool of blood left by Rahman on the ground.

After thinking off the line for a short time, he woke up from a dream and prepared to leave in the face of the New Party soldiers who came forward to inquire about his identity.

Yes, no matter what, whether the superpowers are Rahman or "Harif", they are now dead on the ground, and the dead cannot speak after all; Since he didn't find any clues, shouldn't he keep a low profile, otherwise it will inevitably make people wonder, how could a NATA volunteer pilot come to the middle of Deir ez-Zor on foot?

Probably because the qiē in front of him was so unexpected that the dazed young man was almost about to pass by the truth, he showed his ID to the Mosul army and looked at the mess around him casually, and then gradually regained his senses, and also discovered important signals that he had not paid attention to before.

Abdul Rahman, the self-proclaimed "superpower" leader of the Liberal Party, is now dead and his body has been carried away by the soldiers.

However, why does consciousness still exist?

An abrupt fluctuation of thoughts, which shocked Long Yun very much, he barely calmed his expression and demeanor, used his superpowers to negotiate with the Mosul army who rushed into the White Mansion for a few words, and obtained permission to move freely here, and then tore off a light gauze-like curtain from the window lattice next to him, and walked to the pool of blood where Rahman fell to the ground, and glanced at the ground a few times, and immediately made an unexpected but reasonable discovery.

Yes, the person is dead, but the inexplicable consciousness is still there, look at the place where the white-robed man stood just now, isn't there a floor tile that looks unusual?

Squatting down to take a closer look, if there was no hint of conscious snooping, Long Yun would probably be difficult to find a specific location, but now this is a piece of cake for him, raising his hand and pulling out the multi-functional bayonet on his waist, he didn't have much effort to pry open the dark tile that looked quite tight, and took out a familiar and familiar thing from it.

Yes, it's actually a "noh medium", if you think about it like this......

Nestled in the soft seat of the Xinzhou-60, the thoughts in my mind turned back to reality, and I looked up to see a well-dressed and smiling flight attendant, dressed in a light-colored uniform embellished with Arabic styles, but there was no need to wrap myself from head to toe, and the young man nodded politely and asked for a glass of mineral water. (To be continued......)