Great Power Fighting Falcon

From an altitude of 10,000 meters to a medium and low altitude of two to three thousand meters, Qi Hong was confident that he had dominated this airspace. He had regained his glorious moment, and his chest was full of passion.

This is the second division, this is Nan Batian!

"Commander! You have been shot down! Commander!!!"

Fang Chenghe's voice suddenly sounded, and the radio was silent.

"What the hell is that!"

A strange-looking aircraft with a gray low-visibility paint job sped over from behind Qi Hong, reaching a speed of 1,400 kilometers per hour. There were several huge Arabic numerals on the nose of the aircraft - 95533. .

The simulated air combat confrontation system was hung on the belly of his aircraft, and it almost flew past the bevelled ends of Qi Hong's No. 01 fighter plane's twin vertical tails. The strong airflow brought by it made Qi Hong almost lose his grip on the control stick!

"Red Army Cave! You have been shot down! Repeat, you have been shot down!" The ground operator reminded Qi Hong repeatedly. It could be heard that the ground terminal operator was also shocked.

That was actually a J-6 Plus fighter jet!

The Red Army's Su Liangqi were all stunned. They saw with their own eyes the No. 95533 J-6 Plus coming out from behind the hilltop and catching up with the No. 01 SU-27UBK three thousand meters high at a speed exceeding the speed of sound. From behind, Shoot down the unsuspecting Qi Hong.

The simulated air combat confrontation system faithfully recorded the information that all continuous signals were received by the pod carried by No. 01 SU-27UBK, and it was 100% determined to be shot down.

"J-6?"

Qi Hong finally came to his senses, and immediately saw the J-6 flying left and right without slowing down, spinning, jumping, rolling barrels, turning, rolling barrels, and turning again. It was like a monkey returning to the forest in the Red Army formation. Just when you thought it was impossible. He always appears unexpectedly in the most suitable place for you.

You can never imagine what it would be like for a fighter plane with more than thirty years of service and born fifty years ago to smoke on the heads of a group of proud third-generation aircraft!

A curved and intertwined red smoke spread wantonly among the Red Army fleet like ribbons in the hands of a dancer and continued to extend. No one could stop this from happening. Maybe when the opponent passes over your head or less than ten meters from the belly of the aircraft at high speed, you will also feel a strong sense of powerlessness and you will be helpless.

Everyone was frightened. The third-generation fighters of the Red Army were more like a group of little kids who went to the river to play in the water. After being caught by the old grandfather, they waved the thin wicker in their hands and chased and whipped them. In addition to howling and howling, Crying loudly, I had no intention of reacting in any other way.

All Red Army fighters maintained their flying attitude, including Qi Hong. They were like students who had done something wrong and quietly accepted their teacher's roaring reprimands. They lined up slowly in unison, neatly lined up on the left and right wings of J-6 Plus No. 95533, just like the most loyal and brave warriors in the world being reviewed by an old general.

Liu Xiao, who was shot down, was at high altitude at this time. He opened the reconnaissance pod to record the air combat footage as planned, and completely filmed the entire process from the appearance of No. 95533 J-6 Plus to the present.

The Red Army pilots paid attention to No. 95533 J-6 Plus. They knew that when this fighter plane that represented half a century of the Chinese Air Force took off, they had lost all the battles, and the J-6 Plus Win them all.

A nation that dares to use all its strength to fight against no matter how powerful the enemy is can never be defeated!

No. 95533 J-6 Plus accelerated its dive, dived towards the high mountain, and then opened fire, hitting all the cannons on the mountain peak, indicating that he was finally going to disband and return to the field. He had spent all his energy to defend the blue sky of the motherland. , came to the end of his life.

He returned to the field with faltering steps, and all the fighter planes of the Red Army followed closely to form an escort formation, guarding him firmly in the middle, like escorting a veteran returning from the war, and like welcoming a martyr who returned after many years of burial in a foreign land.

We are an invincible force!

When Li Zhan landed in J-6 Plus No. 95533, everyone on the ground shed tears. What they saw was not an old body, but the Great Steel Wall in the sky of the motherland that had been forged with the flesh and blood of countless forefathers and martyrs in the past half century. What they saw was the countless forefathers and martyrs who used crude weapons and equipment to protect the peace of the people of the motherland and resist prying eyes. The courage of the coveted man!

Fifteen SU-27 fighter jets passed through the field at low altitude one after another to pay the highest respect to the J-6 Plus. The entire row of J-6 fighter jets that were habitually forgotten once again ushered in the most glorious moment in their lives, and they could finally close their eyes with a smile.

Master Liu, let’s go!

Li Zhan stood on the edge of the runway, holding a flight helmet under his arm, taking off his white labor protection gloves, and saluted the No. 95533 J-6 Plus that was towed away by a tractor. Both engines were scrapped. After ten minutes of continuous high-intensity use and ten minutes of continuous high-speed flight, No. 95533, which had been in service for thirty years, finally exhausted its last trace of power.

But he was satisfied. Before he retired from active service and left this glorious collective, he left behind an eternal fighting spirit!

Li Zhan walked across the grass and across the taxiway, watching J-6 Plus No. 95533 being dragged directly into the warehouse, and witnessed the end of a glorious era of suffering that lasted half a century.

Looking at Li Zhan in the flight area, on the main tower, Vice Minister Liang sighed deeply, "He was born to lead troops. If all his men were killed in battle, he would not survive."

"Perhaps he never thought about doing anything to show to his subordinates. He just thought that even if he only had a flying piece of scrap metal in his hand, he would rush towards the enemy. Chief, the most important thing he brought to the 101st Regiment was the blood of the soldiers. The fighting spirit of seeing death as home." Xue Xiangdong's lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Vice Minister Liang closed his eyes slightly and wiped away the old tears from the corners of his eyes, "Yes, the equipment is getting better year by year, but the bloodiness is getting less and less every year. The training of the troops is formalized, the discipline of the troops is loose, and the officers and soldiers The lack of preparation for war has reached the point where we have to take heavy medicine!"

"Chief, I'm exaggerating." Chen Hualin was startled and said quickly, "Overall, it's good. Look, isn't Li Zhan a good example? You used to say that a good soldier can influence a large number of soldiers. But a bad soldier cannot affect the army. I strongly agree with this view."

Vice Minister Liang was moved, and it was difficult to recover from his emotions. He said in a deep voice, "Soldiers are a special profession, and Chinese soldiers need to have a spirit of dedication. Some people talk about money, money, money, and some people think about it every day. It’s because of their own official hat, and there are some people who always want to take advantage of the public. Will the army still have combat effectiveness if this is the case for a long time? How can the army fight? You don’t need others to hit you, you will collapse!”

He looked at Li Zhan, who was slowly walking towards the tower. On the runway behind Li Zhan, Red Army fighter jets were landing one after another, indicating that the air combat competition was over.

"There are fewer and fewer soldiers like Li Zhan who have broken away from vulgar tastes and regard money as dirt and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to building a strong People's Air Force. Sometimes I really hope that there will be a hundred of him and eleven million of him. If I can If it is realized, it will be just around the corner for our People’s Air Force to become one of the world’s most powerful air forces!”

Xue Xiangdong's tragic mood was perfectly destroyed by Vice Minister Liang's words, and he secretly said in his heart: If there were 110,000 of them, our air force's military expenditure would not be enough to pay them for pulling rods! Is he still a person who has escaped from vulgar taste and whose money is like dirt? I wouldn't believe it even if you used an aircraft cannon to shoot me off! I even suspected that the guy secretly drove the J-6 Plus up there so as not to miss the opportunity to earn draw rod fees!

It's just a baseless suspicion. It is impossible for Li Zhan to calculate those small accounts at this time. Seeing their soldiers being shot down one by one, even Chen Hualin and Xue Xiangdong had the urge to rush out and fly into the air to fight, not to mention Li Zhan.

He single-handedly led the Mad Demon Brigade and taught each one step by step. To a certain extent, they were all his students! How can any teacher see his students being shot down one by one and remain indifferent!

The open-top commuter car sped from the tarmac along the parallel highway. Li Zhan stood on the roadside because he saw Qi Hong and Fang Chenghe sitting in the car.

The car stopped and Li Zhan saluted them.

Qi Hong jumped out of the car and walked over. He didn't return the salute until he was in front of Li Zhan, and Li Zhan put down his hand.

Looking at Li Zhan, Qi Hong said, "Li Zhan, I have to admit that I did a stupid thing. If there is a chance in the future, I still hope that you can return to the Second Division, where you have your home."

He still didn't give up, but he finally admitted his mistake personally.

Li Zhan said, "Report to the leader, revolutionary soldiers are like bricks and can be moved wherever they need to be!"

The formulaic answer was that Qi Hong had nothing to complain about and was responsible for what he did. He also told Li Zhan this.

Qi Hong turned around and got into the car. Fang Chenghe walked over with an old father's smile and patted Li Zhan heavily on the shoulder. There were tears in his eyes. He said, "Well done. The soldiers brought out by Madman Liu are all good ones." ! Your master asked me to bring you a message. He went to visit Liu Guisong. You can train with peace of mind."

"Going with my senior sister?" Li Zhan was startled.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, he visits Liu Guisong’s grave, but this year’s heavy training mission forced Li Zhan to stay on the field, so he was unable to make the trip.

Fang Chenghe nodded slightly, "She was the one who advocated not letting Guo Jian tell you. When she has time, she will contact you before going to worship so that you don't get distracted."

"I understand." Li Zhan lowered his head.

"Don't hang your head, your soldiers are watching over there." Fang Chenghe said.

Li Zhan turned his head and looked over. There was a team of mad demons waiting in neat formation on the tarmac.

"The training will be over in two weeks. I'm going back to Dongku today, and I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see you again." Fang Chenghe sighed softly, "I have good news for you in advance. Su Liangqi, who was eliminated from the Second Division, will be handed over to Here you go, you can retire Master Six."

"Really?" Li Zhan was so surprised that everything else was forgotten.

Nodding slightly, Fang Chenghe said, "Mr. Qi has a lot of energy, his words are very effective, and basically the things he promised are kept."

Li Zhan quickly asked, "When will it arrive? If you ask me, don't drive back, just stay here."

His focus is not on whether Master Qi is powerful or not, but on when he can drive a third-generation machine. No matter how old or bad it is, it is still a third-generation machine. It is also an existence that can crush the second-generation machine!

Surprisingly, Fang Chenghe actually pondered for a moment and said, "You can think about it and I will help you talk about it."

"Thank you, commissar!"

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