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Jun Yang turned a deaf ear, directly adjusted the course and approached D-3, and warned again clearly: "I am Yao Wuyao, you are about to enter our airspace, please leave immediately."

Standing at an altitude of [-] meters, with the vast sea under your wings, it is like dancing with the tip of a knife, and if you make a mistake, you will be lost forever.Personality and national dignity are infinitely magnified here. Everyone wants to return safely, but they are also ready to defend the airspace with their lives at any time.

D-3's name was not right and his words were not going well. Not only was the flight route intercepted, but he was also shocked by his aura, and he withdrew a bit.

Looking around the world, active military officers in most countries have to go through military approval before leaving the country.Especially for front-line positions in armaments, if it is not specially appointed by the state, it is impossible to leave the country at all, and there is absolutely no possibility of flying to a party on a weekend with a plane ticket.

Every communication in the UHF emergency channel is solemn and sacred, it is the transmission of information, and it is also the honor of aviation people. Saying something with ulterior motives here is undoubtedly an insult to the spirit of aviation and a hooligan act.

Everyone has something in their hearts that should not be profaned. Normal pilots would not ask that kind of question. Jun Yang guessed that he was ordered by others, but he couldn't help himself.

From his standpoint, he couldn't answer. As a colleague, he felt pitiful and pitiful for him. More importantly, the pilot's aircraft number and cruising arrangement should be kept secret even from his parents, wife and children at home, and it is not so easy for outsiders to find out.He believed in the comrades around him, and he bet that his identity was not exposed, and the other party must be testing his reaction, trying to trick him into speaking.

Tracking and positioning showed that after sailing for a period of time, D-3 again approached the edge of the air defense identification zone and cruising provocatively.Jun Yang and his wingman went to expel him and were ordered to drive him outside the air defense identification zone.

D-3 seemed to be waiting for him to come, and when they entered the line of sight, the two of them drove side by side. The D-3 pilot said without a trace: "Prince Zhishen, please let me convey it for you. If you want to come, he will arrange for you." Grand welcome ceremony, please consider carefully."

"One last warning, please leave this airspace within ten seconds, or my plane will attack you soon." Jun Yang had a tough attitude, swinging the fuselage from side to side, brightening the 12 combat bombs mounted under the wings—these As long as half of the combat bullets hit D-3, not to mention the remains, he can make it impossible to get back even the scum.

After all, he turned the fighter plane upside down and moved it behind D-3. In this way, the huge fuselage of D-3 was completely exposed within his attack range.

"You have five seconds." He turned on the fire control radar and locked on the D-3.

The distance between the two planes is far less than the minimum escape distance. Once Jun Yang fires a fighting bomb, it is impossible for D-3 to escape anyway.

D-3 is good at reconnaissance, the radar power is higher, and the accuracy is higher. I am afraid that the moment Junyang opened the fire control lock, the sensor alarm in its cab was already loud and loud.

D-3 had no choice but to turn around and return in a desperate manner, before disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

After the cruise mission was over, the wingman pilot came to Jun Yang to discuss the duty report after landing: "What did that person just say? How should we write it?"

Jun Yang remained calm and composed: "Whatever he says? Write it truthfully, and write what you hear."

"Something's not quite right." Comrade folded his arms and frowned, "Didn't Zhi Shen say that he had found his brother's son a while ago and was in contact with him? Now he's holding a 'welcome ceremony'... What does he mean by that?"

The comrade-in-arms muttered to himself, then shook his head: "Why does he keep staring at you and shouting instead of calling me?"

With the explanation from the Ministry of State Security and Staff Officer Chen, Jun Yang didn't say anything, so he just changed his clothes in a leisurely manner, and replied, "I don't know, let's go eat."

What D-3 said on the emergency channel can be heard on the same frequency for hundreds of nautical miles, just like standing on the stage in the middle of the square, passing through the bustling crowd, and yelling at him alone.

On the sky, he is the combat weapon of the Kutao Ship that extends to the sky. He can unite man and machine, and he is clean and neat without sorrow or joy; when he lands on the ship, he is also an ordinary person—for several days, the Kutao Ship whispered to each other. , All kinds of speculations about this move in D area are rampant. I don't know whether it is the listener's intention or the sea breeze is blowing too much. Jun Yang feels his head is buzzing, and he becomes more and more silent.

The moon halo knows the wind, and the foundation knows the rain. Early in the morning on the rest day, when he was lying in the cabin, he received a call calling him to go upstairs. The premonition was not very good.

"Jun Yang." The instructor said solemnly, "There is a major project, and now it is a critical period. We must select experienced carrier-based fighter pilots to serve as instructors of the Naval Aviation Flying Academy. Given your daily performance and the last anti-piracy operation Excellent coordination and we agreed that it would be best for you to go."

"Instructor?" The instructor was always stern, Jun Yang stared at his face and couldn't see anything.

He asked, "Teach what? K-2020?"

"No." The instructor waved his hand and signaled him to come closer. "It is still in the selection stage. Before the personnel arrangement is formally determined, the project will be kept confidential. But at the request of the superior, you have to prepare the teaching plan in advance."

"How long will it be?" Jun Yang asked.

To go to the academy and become an instructor—you must leave Kutao Ship, the front line, and 1151.

Does he teach for one semester, two semesters, one year, two years?

"No one knows how long we will go." The instructor said earnestly, "This is a glorious mission and a long journey."

Between the lines, it indicates that this time will not be short.

Jun Yang asked involuntarily, "After I leave, what about 1151?"

The instructor signaled him not to worry with his eyes: "The military region will arrange someone to take your place."

Jun Yang: "..."

He has no ambiguity and no shame in his admiration. He thought about explaining to the organization from beginning to end, and also thought about contacting people from the Ministry of State Security to prove his innocence, but he never thought that he would leave without even having the chance to explain.

"I won't go." Jun Yang felt an unknown anger in his heart, and said bluntly, "Aren't you still selecting candidates? Even if I go, I won't be selected!"

"This is an order." The instructor was contradicted, and his face was pulled down, and the atmosphere in the entire office froze.

The old and the young are notoriously stubborn, and they don't give in to each other's eye contact.

After a while, the instructor was thoughtful, remembered something, softened his tone, and said: "You are the best pilot I have ever seen, and you are also an excellent captain. I sincerely hope that one day the pilots in the air over the Mother Sea will be like you. Like you, it's this—"

He gives a thumbs up.

Jun Yang twisted his head, his eyes were sore.

They are all like him, but without him.

"Is it because of the cruise that day?" He had to ask clearly, "I want to know if the Ministry of Homeland Security said something—I never told anyone in the D area about our military information. I don't know that the D- How did the people on board 3 know my aircraft number and even the flight arrangement, or it may be a temporary idea, but in any case, it must not be from me."

The instructor showed no surprise. He had obviously learned about Zhishen's entry from Staff Chen. He patted him on the shoulder after listening, "Don't think too much. The organization wants to train you and train you."

The instructor talked a lot later, but Jun Yang couldn't hear him anymore.

He once risked his life for the appreciation of Shanhaiguan, but now he is abandoned and sent away. The noise in his mind is like a rising tide, and he can only see yellow and collapsed weeds and a gray wall that blocks the sky.

An unknown black powder fell down, and after many years, it became a piece, covering his fiery heart.

Before leaving, he asked, "Can I go back to the Kutao Ship?"

The instructor said: "There will be a place that suits you better."

The Kutao Ship sailed smoothly on the sea surface, but when he got out of the cabin door, he walked staggeringly.

For a moment, he heard a voice in his heart say: no more.

The blue sea and the blue sky, the stars are falling and the clouds are scattered.

Zhi Shen kills without a knife.

"Instructor?" The old house that had been silent for a long time suddenly became popular, and the lights on the roof flickered twice in fright, "Instructor!"

Yan Mingxin's review was very difficult.Together with his comrades-in-arms, he put together a piece together, and his hands and feet were numb, but the brigade commander ruthlessly called him back on the grounds that he was "too scribbled and couldn't read clearly", and asked him to find a quiet place to copy it again on weekends.

Before leaving, he specially asked him: Lao Yan has gone home.

Yan Mingxin exclaimed exaggeratedly: "What's wrong? Ah? Why is he an instructor?"

Yan Dingbo sent 027 to Fengtian Shipyard for a full-body massage, and he didn't do anything else for the past two days when he returned home, just caring about cleaning.The house that had been unoccupied for a long time was cleaned by him to be dust-free inside and out, and he felt a great sense of accomplishment. Unexpectedly, Yan Mingxin stepped on the entire house as soon as he came back.

He dragged himself on the floor and was very dissatisfied with his son who was not working hard: "Please keep your voice down."

Yan Mingxin chased his father and asked, "How do you know about the military region?"

"I recommend—you sit on the sofa and don't move." Yan Dingbo dragged in front, Yan Mingxin stepped on the back, more than success than failure, "I saw that this kid is not ordinary, smarter than your Lin team, He has a bright future and is worth cultivating. Old Chen and the others came to ask me for my opinion, since I can speak up, why shouldn’t I help him?”

It was a rare reunion of father and son, Yan Dingbo rolled up his sleeves and cooked the dishes himself.

He knew that he was not a good father, and the more handsome Yan Mingxin became, the more he felt that his debt to his son would never end.

From buying and choosing vegetables to cooking and cooking oil, he handles everything by himself.

When he entered the kitchen, Yan Dingbo heard his son squatting on the sofa with his legs in his arms, muttering: "I have just been out of the training camp for a few years, and I can be regarded as a graduate at most. How did he become an instructor? Dad, do you know him? Is it my age?"

After he had been busy for nearly an hour, he arranged a few dishes with meat and vegetables in a beautiful arrangement, and his son was lying on the sofa in a big shape, staring at the electric light and still sighing: "I will see him in the future Don't you have to salute first?"

The rice is new rice just bought, and the aroma that cannot be covered by the pot cover is overflowing, and the steamed rice is crystal clear.

Yan Dingbo filled a bowl and brought it to his son like he was serving a young master. He heard Yan Mingxin say, "That's outrageous."

Yan Dingbo asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"Dad, that's not right." Yan Mingxin said in confusion while holding the bowl, "Isn't it me who hit the control room? Why did he become an instructor?"