In the end, the chubby Mi-24 Hind helicopter gunship was lifted into the air.

It's really like a pregnant hind staggering and full of belly people to rise!

Ignoring the panicked inquiry of the tower, the sky on the edge of the town's houses swept over the ground, making people dizzy and dizzy!

Even all the spears were not carried, and Iron Hammer and others assisted in dismantling all the external auxiliary fuel tanks, cannon rocket pods, and even the seats and rear cabin mechanical and electrical equipment, in short, it was to dismantle the things that could be dismantled, and forcibly turned a high-level armed helicopter into a short-distance passenger car with only standing tickets, because even the fuel tank did not dare to fill too full, so as to ensure the safety factor of the entire helicopter according to the maximum take-off load of three and a half tons!

The helicopterphobic Baraev was called to sit in the cockpit of the fire control pilot in front of the entire nose, Yarmolenko sat in the cockpit behind him, and the others were all standing and crammed into the cabin for only eight people, just like the white-collar workers in the big cities of China!

Of course, it still hasn't reached the state of standing outside like the Indians.

Bactor is used to standing in the original position of the number of days, holding Natasha tightly from behind with both hands, leaning his back against the cabin door that was closed with difficulty, and nodding slightly, he can put his face to Natasha's ear.

Natasha leaned back in Buck's arms, holding Vali in her hands, rubbing her face on Buck's cheeks with infinite attachment, she was too tall and she could still turn her head and observe her husband with blurry eyes, maybe since she returned to Ukraine, she was busy running around, compared to how rare the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in China is, and the two have never had a chance to be affectionate, and now they are stuck together like no one, they are actually a little emotional, Buck still can't read the tenderness in her eyes, and kisses it with a chuckle, the girl in addition to the tip of her tongue, but also closes her eyes。

At noon, a few portholes behind Buck still struggled to provide light in the cabin, and the other comrades-in-arms immediately began to coax, Buck only took out one hand from his wife's waist and made a middle finger, which was groped by Natasha and grabbed it back and stuck it on his waist, smiling and immersed in the tenderness of the two of them.

Probably accustomed to living in the vast black earth, these East Slavic guys have never experienced such a crowded dilemma, the hammer has to keep trying to inhale as much as possible, in order not to occupy more space, and his head is still dead on the top of the cabin, looking around in embarrassment, because his hands are raised high, so as to leave more space for the people around him, but release the heavy breath of not taking a bath under his armpits for a few days.

The blonde nurses were all leaning on the hammer's arms by crowding, and this thing still raised her hands seriously, hoping to help the nurse make some space, and she didn't know how to take it down and hold it.

Andris was fixed in a stretcher and placed upright, and he couldn't see this sad scenery through the crowd, and now even if he was seriously injured, he was still chattering endlessly: "Do you think this flying colonel will deliberately disarm us and drag us to land in a large barracks?!"

Mikhail, who was treated the same way, seemed to be accustomed to his partner's talk, and only smiled and nodded, but took Jim's lit cigarette, and the bastards were smoking in the elevator room, which was as crowded as a sardine can!

This situation does not allow them not to think blindly, and they have to confuse their minds with cigarettes and even love, don't think so much, because Maxim responded to Andris's statement: "That's okay, if he just opens the cockpit and parachutes, we'll all be finished!"

But no one doubted or complained that Buck agreed to go this way, they definitely agreed with Buck, they just didn't trust the new entrants.

As a result, Yarmolenko's complaining voice came out of the speaker: "As the captain I can hear the voices in every corner, please don't speak ill of me behind my back, by the way, I tell you, there is still an hour, we can land on the beautiful Sea of Azov, there is a border air defense airfield, although there are not many troops, but there is enough aviation fuel, we need to ask the beautiful refueling lady to fill us with aviation fuel at that gas station, it's up to you, thank you." ”

The originally dull atmosphere was relaxed, and the guys, who were already noisy, began to talk nonsense to Yarmolenko: "Now that we don't even have a rifle, how can we convince the gastron workers?"

"Didn't you add so much oil that it only took an hour to replenish?"

Yarmolenko's tone remained the same: "I have flown as close to the ground as possible, avoiding all the air defense radar stations and missile battalions, but if we keep up with the individual anti-aircraft missiles like that again, we will definitely be all finished, so flying close to the ground is very fuel-consuming and exhausting, and with a full tank of fuel on the coast of Azov, we will suddenly rise to the cruising altitude and fly the last four hundred kilometers to Georgia as much as possible, and no one has yet found us fleeing towards the sea, but then, we have to resign ourselves to fate!"

These guys are even more noisy, in fact, they are still tightly tied to this iron box, and everyone feels unstable and wants to vent in various ways, including Mr. Colonel, who has to use this kind of chat to relieve his feelings.

No one will look down from the porthole to look outside, basically a helicopter flying close to the ground will make most people want to vomit, but Yarmolenko's piloting skills really don't have to say, I want to be able to give Mr. Speaker a line dedicated pilots, the level of technology is top-notch, in the past, small companies like Blue Shield could not be recruited, but the ups and downs were very bumpy, and the loss was that the entire cabin was full, and there would be no danger of falling.

Natasha was very satisfied: "This time, even if they are going to die, they will die together." ”

In general, perhaps such a crowded and unusual state makes everyone feel that the future is a little bleak, but I vaguely remember that when I was a child, I was a baby on the railway, and I went to Guangdong by the train to see the world once, but I was fixed in the hard-seat car by a full car of workers, and the urine was solved with a plastic bag and thrown out of the window, what is this!

As a result, the low-ground flight at a speed of two or three hundred kilometers per hour was about to arrive at the "gas station", and everyone silently drew their pistols, ready to fight with the people below, and the entire runway and the simple hangar tower were empty under the sun after noon!

Yarmolenko cautiously circled the helicopter in the air, observing from all angles that there were indeed no armed men on the ground, before following the two fuel pump trucks closest to the hangar.

Pull open the door with a bang, several guys jumped out and jumped on the lawn behind to pee, it seemed that they were in a hurry, Balayev in the nose jumped out and vomited darkly, Buck and they carefully leaned against the hangar wall to observe, and no one really paid attention to them!

Suddenly, someone reacted: "Isn't it a weekend?"

That's right!

The Ukrainian people are very loose, and on the weekends they are all uncles, saying that they will never work overtime if they don't go to work, and they don't care if anything is done, and now the capital is in a state of crisis and may be in such a remote and offshore area, and the mountains are far away, and people have no sense of urgency at all, so that the summer weekends are the leisure time for everyone to go to the beach for vacation, who cares about you!

While hurriedly refueling the helicopter under the command of Mr. Colonel, Iron Hammer curiously stretched out his head to the doorless hangar to take a look, and sighed with admiration: "Can we change this?"

They were discussing whether it was possible to give the Hind gunship, which was worth three to five million dollars, to Buck and Yarmolenko, who had been driven back to Southeast Asia as a collection, when they reached out to take a look...... Two huge Il-76 transport planes!