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Shizikou is currently the largest military port in the Fengtian Military Region.

This is a natural deep-water bay, the shape of the port is as its name suggests, and the conditions for sheltering from the wind are superior. It provides berthing and logistical support to the three brigades of the Fengtian Military Region, one for driving, one for protecting and one for diving, and has certain combat capabilities. However, due to the climate in Fengtian, There are at least three months of freezing here every winter, and the ice must be broken in advance when entering the port—according to historical experience, three months of wartime cannot enter the port at any time. For small and medium-sized fleets, there is still room for dispatching supplies, but for aircraft carriers In other words, the lack of stable comprehensive support for three months is undoubtedly a major obstacle to the implementation of combat missions.

In other words, it is difficult for Shizikou to become a qualified aircraft carrier port.

Correspondingly, in the active Fengtian fleet, only one amphibious ship, the Lion, is anchored here, which is barely a light aircraft carrier.Since it does not have a long-distance take-off and landing runway, its carrier-based models are mainly helicopters. As an amphibious ship directly under the home port of the amphibious ship that has been in service for nearly ten years, the Fengtian Flying Academy should have a large number of carrier-based helicopter instructors.

When he saw with his own eyes that the berths at Shizikou Wharf were less than half the size of Kutao Port, Jun Yang's last thoughts were blown away by the sea breeze.

He was in the crowd, but he felt isolated from the world.

Even though he knows everything about K-2020, but there is not even a sea platform where jet planes can take off and land, he can't think of what else he can do when he is sent here.

The first turning point in his life was that Shanhaiguan gave him hope. He respected Bole as an elder, and he was filial during the festivals. He took Shanhaiguan as his home and guarded it. The name is to train more newcomers, but it is actually transferred from the front line, unloading the trigger in his hand, and forcing him to read.

Such vigilance, rising and falling like the sands of the Ganges River, is not new, and he rediscovered the involuntary feeling he had ten years ago.

The feeling of having to leave is disgusting.

Occasionally, he also thinks: If he had known that good fortune was such a trick, what could he do in the car that day?

He should have directly stabbed Shen Shen's heart with a knife, even if he lost his life, no one should be disgusted with anyone.

The Flying Academy arranged for him a separate dormitory, which is quite generous compared to the same level of treatment, but this is also related to the small number of people in the Fengtian Flying Academy. Compared with the days when the golden body guards in Shanhaiguan were so beautiful in the past, it really doesn’t count. What.

When the sun passed the middle of the day and gradually moved westward, a small shadow began to appear on the bed from the wall.He hid in the increasingly deep and wide darkness, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of images of going out with the ship and taking off to intercept him.

After coming to Fengtian, he worked on an eight-to-five weekend work system. It seemed that he had plenty of time, but in fact he didn't always have the opportunity to take a nap.Because blasting operations are often carried out on the mountain tens of kilometers away on the north side of the college, there is a concentrated blasting every one to two days, and the next two days are used for obstacle removal, planning, excavation, and landfilling again, and the cycle repeats.

The "Advance Notice Regarding Blasting on a Certain Day" is layered upon layer, and is plastered all over the bulletin board of the college, aiming to remind teachers and students to close doors and windows to protect personal and property safety as much as possible.It is impossible for the protective net to completely intercept the gravel and dust produced by the blasting of the mountain. The billowing dust from the north falls on the pure white uniform. Just walk around the academy and dust it lightly, and it will be dusted off by the naked eye. Visible dust.

Such an environment is not to mention that military aircraft with sophisticated structure can take off and land, even if it stops at the airport, it will be a catastrophe.

Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about all this at all-the airport was empty, and he even suspected that the hangar was empty.

It's all fake.

It wouldn't be surprising if the hangar was actually empty.

Today, with the increasingly sophisticated reconnaissance capabilities of aerospace satellites, establishing a base that is real, fake, tangible and intangible but can be activated at any time is also one of the tactics to confuse the enemy. The only difference lies in when it will be activated and whether it is planned to be activated. The land that can be designated as a military region usually has little impact on economic construction.

The college held several teaching and research meetings to let the new instructors talk about their thoughts on the development of Fengtian Naval Aviation. In order to avoid harming others, he smiled slightly when it was his turn and said that he had no idea for the time being.

He had a smile on his face, but his words were full of negative and uncooperative attitude.Everyone in the capable positions and the upper echelons of the college is a fine person, how can they not hear the truth in what they say.The immediate administrative leaders and organizational leaders asked him to do ideological work, and they always said: I understand your mood.

Jun Yang couldn't help laughing when he heard it.He raised the corners of his lips and licked his lips, occasionally licking out tiny but harsh grains of sand.

The dust produced by the explosion not only fell on him, but also in his heart. He couldn't help but think of the deck of the Kutao Ship, which was always spotless. Looking back, the door of the house was closed. Someone really can understand this feeling ?

The leader also said that the bounden duty of a soldier is to obey.No matter which position you are transferred to, you must shine in that position.

Time was pouring down like rain, and it was ten years back. On that day, Staff Officer Chen patted him on the shoulder with mixed joy and sorrow.The joy is that the child he selected successfully passed the recommendation application of the Central Command Academy, but the worry is that Jun Yang's academic qualifications are not good enough in the crowd.

He took Junyang to Kutao Port, and pointed him to the Kutao Ship through the iron net.

To this day, the various indicators of Kutao Port are still the industry benchmarks, and countless young people yearn for it at a glance, let alone Jun Yang back then.

That was the first time he saw a real military port and aircraft carrier. The waves were surging, and the dry peach ship connected to the sky and the sea, standing majestically. No one dared to make mistakes in front of it.

On that day, he had no other thoughts, only felt that he was a duckweed that had taken root, and he had hope and sustenance ever since.He wants to lay out a map on the spot, recognize where his own territorial waters are, and he wants to engrave it in his heart, so that he will go through fire and water in this life without any complaints.

It's more than just a mere glow and heat.

Someone knocked on the door, and he took out a tissue and wiped it on his face twice to make some adjustments.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't adjust well, because he is born as a human being and cannot help himself, everything is just a dream of a puppet on the stage, he doesn't care about this, and he doesn't care how others think of him.

However, the person who came made him stand on the spot in a daze.

"Hello instructor!" Yan Mingxin saluted without seriousness, looked directly over his shoulder, and waved his hand, meaning to stand aside.

"... Yan Mingxin?" Jun Yang turned sideways, frowned and closed his eyes in pain—he was transferred away from the front line, and the reason was difficult to explain. For him, everything in the past has been secretly drawn out of the cloud travel The difference between the mud and the intersection is something he dare not even think about, but the moment this person appeared, he was radiant with an undeniable radiance, and the slight sweat on his face made him fairer and more radiant than before. It just hurts the eyes.

Every time Yan Mingxin took a step into the room, the unspeakable gap would be destroyed by an inch, and finally fell apart, filling the room with brilliance.

Jun Yang seemed to be able to see the house crumbling into pieces, filled with smoke and dust.He stood in the ruins of self-isolation and couldn't recover: "How do you know I'm here?"

"I heard that! I'll come and see you!" Yan Mingxin is very honest. He has inherited the traditional thinking of the older generation and firmly believes that food and accommodation are the foundation of a strong army. This dormitory fully meets his "good living" standard. He His eyes lit up, "Do you live alone? The environment is okay! None of our instructors used to live in a single room!"

Yan Mingxin was wearing a standard air force blue uniform. It was hot, so he took off his coat and held it in his hands. Although the exposed arm was white, he could see the beautiful muscle lines. The shirt was tucked into the bottom, showing broad shoulders and narrow hips. Height and long legs.

Jun Yang followed behind, staring at his waistline, lit a cigarette thoughtfully, and began to think about the meaning of life again.

Yan Mingxin stood in front of the hanger, tugged at the sleeves of the hanging clothes, and said seriously: "If you are rich, don't forget each other!"

On the hangers were brand-new spray-white uniforms.Jun Yang's current rank of major has expired, and the flight instructor he is preparing to serve is a technical position of a higher level. According to the regulations, he was promoted to the lowest rank of the new position at the same time as he was promoted. There is a golden strip on the armband the bar.

Following Yan Mingxin's gaze, he gently held the cigarette butt between his teeth, took off his clothes and put them on, and fastened a few buttons vaguely, causing the man to applaud heartily: "Handsome!"

Hearing this, Jun Yang accidentally inhaled a puff of cigarettes into his lungs.

It turns out that fame and fortune can also bring such depressing happiness.

"There is an extra bar, it looks really different." Yan Mingxin admired again, and then looked out the window, "Can you still see the port?"

Speaking of which, the location of this instructor's dormitory is really good, with the mountains facing the sea and the north facing south. If it weren't for the dust brought by the blasting in the north, it should be bright and clean all year round.

Jun Yang pointed to the upstairs and said, "You can still see the fleet returning to Hong Kong on the top floor."

The Yan family and his son have never cared about where they live. The only old house is a house decades ago.Hearing that the residence can still be so satisfactory, Yan Mingxin took a deep breath.

The scenery outside the window is day after day, but it is mediocre, which is not as good as the person at the window.Jun Yang's eyes were dazzled by the golden light all over his body, and he took a puff of smoke slowly.

In the past, he heard that the only star in the solar system that can emit light is the sun, but now it seems different.

He stood on one side, raised his chin, and signaled to the guests that they could visit casually.

The dormitory is more than [-] square meters, the area is not big, and the layout is actually clear at a glance. Since the master invited him, Yan Mingxin took advantage of the situation and turned around.

He walked around the room, but he didn't know that there was a gust of wind in his steps, and another sentence, which stirred up the dead ashes in Jun Yang's heart, sparks appeared, flickering, wanting to rekindle, blowing drums The face was rustling, and I heard someone say: Pick up the drumsticks and knock again. The play on the stage has not been sung yet, and it should still be as loud as before.

Finally, when Yan Mingxin raised his head, he even finished admiring the ceiling. He felt that it was very good, and said sincerely: "It's a good place."

Jun Yang looked at him, suddenly relieved.He found that he didn't need people to understand what he didn't understand.

From ancient times to the present, those who have advised people to "be safe when they come" are the only ones whose words, smiles and actions can be set as an example for generations to come. Even if this person asks him to occupy the mountain and become king at this moment, he has drawn his knife and joined the gang.

"Instructor," the residence is a good place, but people seem not so happy, Yan Mingxin is concerned and curious, "How does it feel to work here?"

"Huh?" Jun Yang exhaled without showing any traces, blowing away the thin smoke in front of his eyes so that he could see people more clearly.

He thought of something other than the pointless entanglement of these days, and he began to re-examine this place.

Jun Yang did not mention the conflict with his superiors, but instead asked, "Do you have a holiday every week?"

"Cough, it's about the same, it's hard to say, haha." Yan Mingxin didn't talk too much, this is not something he can decide on his own.

When it comes to military discipline, it is not difficult for Jun Yang to understand that he has reservations.

He took two steps closer and touched the man's shoulder, his heart skipped a beat, flustered and strange.

Jun Yang whispered: "I can't work here for a few days."

"Why?" Yan Mingxin didn't expect it, why is it different from what his father said?

Thinking about it again, his father was drinking, so he couldn't believe everything he said.

He was quite regretful: "Didn't you come to be an instructor? At least you will have to work for a year or so?"

Jun Yang pointed out with a cigarette in his hand, his disgust was palpable: "Look at the dirt here, you're going to get pneumoconiosis."

"It's a bit dirty..." Yan Mingxin noticed it when he arrived, but in all fairness, it wasn't so dirty that it was intolerable.

Everyone has their own standards, and he cannot make decisions for others.Feeling regretful, he asked frowningly, "Have you told the leader that you are leaving? Agree?"

"No." These words, Jun Yang said every sentence is true, "A total of six people were selected by the four major military regions, but judging from the plan, only two instructors are needed for the carrier-based aircraft. It has not yet been decided who will stay. It depends on performance and Fate. If I don’t do anything, the ones left will naturally be others.”

The selection system recruits the best. In addition to professional level, the leaders of course prefer officers who demand progress, have ideas for the post, and are willing to take responsibility.

Yan Mingxin thought about it: "Yes."

"Shanhaiguan chose to give me one, and I don't have any friends here, so it's boring." Jun Yang flicked his fingertips and dusted off a piece of cigarette ash, "Oh, it's just you. But you're busy, right? I'll come It's been a few days, and you've come back. When did you know I was here?"

He inadvertently took out the mobile phone issued by the college, opened the lock screen, and scribbled twice, but it was blank.

It is not difficult to see how deserted the owner of the mobile phone is.

"Don't say that," Yan Mingxin warned him, almost swearing, "I only heard about your transfer last night!"

Jun Yang smoked and squinted at him: "Really?"

Yan Mingxin could hear that his determination to leave was not yet firm, not to the point where there was no turning back, and he only wanted to fight for it and keep him.The moment before he opened his mouth, his conscience asked him who his teacher was. He thought for a while, and felt that he was not just retaining talents for the military region, and that was not something he should worry about.

His selfishness prevailed.

50 years old is really too long, every time he thinks about it, he can't wait to take the words back and chew them down.

But fortunately, with the name of the military region, he had a high-sounding excuse, and said in a big way: "It's just such a small thing? Don't leave! If you stay here for a few more days, you will definitely have friends! Besides..."

He brought out the words hidden in his heart: "Even if there is no, then there is still me? Can't I come to you often to play?"

"Really?" Jun Yang suppressed a smile, stared at those eyes without moving, just turned his face away, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke towards no one.

The sky and the earth are big, he just wants to reach out and touch the dots of glitter on Yan Mingxin's eyelashes.

"Of course it is true," Yan Mingxin hugged his shoulders, his face was inexplicably hot, presumably because he was facing the window basking in the sun, he coughed lightly, "Are you free tonight? Treat you to dinner."