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At the same time as the wheels touched the ground, the retarder parachute at the tail of the aircraft opened rapidly, forming a strong aerodynamic resistance in an instant, dragging the fighter backwards in an effort to slow down, but the various debris and slippery conditions on the runway were worse than Yan Mingxin imagined. It was even more serious, the alarms and voice prompts of various instruments were intertwined, and several bumps caused his heart to stop beating, and he felt that 322 was about to roll over immediately, and he could not be rescued.

At this moment, another bolt of lightning split through the clouds and illuminated his path. He could clearly see a row of plants tens of meters ahead with exceptionally well-spaced growth.

I am afraid that there is no plant in nature that can grow so modestly and courteously in the wilderness. Those are obviously artificially transplanted to cover the barriers on the walls of the hangar-behind this row of trees is the reinforced and iron-framed aircraft. Library walls!

There are still 70 meters, 60 meters before the iron plate hits the iron plate-now there is still time for ejection!

But... the rain has not yet fallen heavily, and the thunder has not yet struck happily. The ground is a little wet and the grip is not enough, but this is just a small airport with a short runway. He took off and landed. Thousands of times, the flight records are stacked up to the thigh, isn't this worthy of stopping 322?

He only drove the 322 into the sea a few months ago. Does he have to eject it again and drive the 322 into the wall?

Yan Mingxin slid his finger over the ejection button, then pressed another button, disconnected the hook lock of the main parachute, and released the two auxiliary parachute, just in time for a side wind blowing across the island, the nose of the 322 The finger stopped exactly at the end of the runway between two unknown big trees.

People who say they can face danger without fear are farting.

Yan Mingxin moved the 322 to the open space on the side in a slow car state, and the moment he took off his helmet, cold sweat poured out in patches, and it seemed like a light rain had fallen in the cabin.

He climbed out of the cockpit with the emergency lighting equipment, picked up the drogue parachute and obstacles on the runway, turned on the main switch of the indicator light, and guided his teammates to land.

It wasn't until the last J-100 landed safely that his blood pressure and heartbeat stabilized.

"Open the door, the whole team covers!"

The six people worked together to open the gate, transport the fighter plane into the hangar, and turn off all external lighting facilities.Seen from the sky, this island is no different from other uninhabited islands, and the small piece of land in the middle is not too abrupt.

"Start setting up the work!"

The one-piece suits on several people were soaked by the rain. Yan Mingxin and his teammates took a towel from the cabin while listening to the captain's arrangement of tasks.

Lin Jisi took out the secret file bag and tore off the seal - he hadn't read the contents before taking off, and he could only open it when he led the team to the destination and completed the cover.

The first few pages are nothing more than the same "seven books, five books, three forms, and one book" registration details and personnel division arrangements, including taking care of military supplies, checking fire-fighting equipment, taking turns to guard, etc. A large team cooperates seamlessly. People have their own division of labor.

After Yan Mingxin finished wiping himself, remembering the two violent bumps when he landed, he was so painful that his claws scratched his heart. He felt that the 322 had cooled down almost, and started to wipe the fighter plane again.

Lin Jisi turned a page, and the task entered the topic: "[-]. There are a total of six targets for this operation. Everyone will receive a chart later. You must keep in mind the azimuth and radar features! [-]. Memorize the code! "

In his hand was a strip of paper printed with special ink, which began to oxidize after the seal was removed, and the ink stains would disappear after a few hours.

"No matter what happens, as long as the team members receive this code, they will take action immediately! Do you understand!"

The five said in unison: "Understood!"

"Three, mount the weapon!"

There is no power supply on the island. From the perspective of saving power, they turned off the headlights above the hangar after parking the fighter jets, and only turned on a few maintenance lights.Ordinarily, this wattage is more than enough for daily lighting, but Lin Jisi took the information in his hand to the light, checked it, and then read aloud: "Each machine mounts two 1-1 pieces and one 12-y piece. "

"Huh?" Yan Mingxin's hands paused, and he could almost feel that 322 was also questioning—1-1 corresponds to "bee"-style fighting ammunition in most ammunition depots, which belong to close-range dog fighting equipment. Eliminated by the times, only some of the old fringe models are still in use. He and the J-100 have been flying for so many years, and have never hung the "bee" type.

In addition, the J-100 has multiple weapon pylons, and the powerful power system is enough to support it to take off with a large amount of ammunition. Except for 1-1, it only hangs one ammunition, which means that if the 12-y is not too heavy, then It is very likely that they will still have to return to airports such as Base 73 that cannot guarantee a smooth landing after dropping the bombs, so they must return with empty bombs to ensure that there will be no accidents when they land.

I have to come back here after completing the mission, can't I go back to the military area?

Thinking about it again, they are just a part of the battle. Maybe their mission has been completed, but the mission of other flying units has not yet ended. In order to avoid the route and clear the airspace, it is normal that they cannot return to the military airport temporarily.

Lin Jisi saw everyone's doubts, and said: "That's how it was written. First go to the ammunition depot to see what this 12-y is, pull a few trailers, and go!"

There is an inconspicuous secret door on the wall of the hangar, which is made of cement poured between two steel plates, with a thickness of more than 20 centimeters.Behind the door is a deep and endless tunnel, leading to the air-raid shelter of Base No. 73. All the ammunition, weapons, and supplies of this base are inside.

The route in the cave is complicated, but fortunately, the mission information obtained by Lin Jisi included a map of the air-raid shelter.

The tunnel is wide enough to accommodate several people in parallel. There is a steel plate door in front of each section, which is designed to resist shock waves of different intensities.

Arriving at the base, obtaining equipment, and making preparations for action, they often repeat this series of mission procedures, but the goal is different from the base, but this is the first time Yan Mingxin has encountered such an air-raid shelter, and he can feel the tunnel all the way. Down they were going deeper and deeper, unnaturally deep.

The rain and sweat soaked through his clothes, and he wiped them hastily in the hangar before going to serve 322 in distress, and the towel after wiping the fighter plane obviously couldn't be used to wipe himself, and he was still wet at the moment.

The further down the tunnel, the colder he was: "Haven't you arrived yet?"

"Soon." Lin Jisi shines the emergency light on one side, "This way."

Everyone turned to the right, and the tunnel widened a bit, and the three big characters of "ammunition depot" were printed on the door frame facing them.

This door panel was at least three meters high, and there was a palm-sized knob on it, engraved with ten numerical scales.

There is only one chance to open this kind of door, as long as a wrong number is twisted, the whole door will enter a completely closed state, and it can only be opened again by requesting the three parts to open.

They have no other equipment except the guns they carry with them, and the ammunition depot is the only weapon supply. If this door cannot be opened, it means that the mission has failed before it even started.

The matter was so important that there was no sound in the tunnel, and everyone held their breaths, waiting for Lin Jisi to open the door.

"...0...3...1..."

Gada——

As the knob was turned to the last corresponding number, the steel hydraulic door weighing several tons opened automatically, revealing the ammunition depot in front of everyone.

Zidian Qingshuang, car bucket volume.

The teammate exclaimed with an eye-opening voice: "So many?"

Yan Ming's confidence sank.It's not that he underestimated himself, but that this amount of inventory should not be completely taken over by six of them. Even though he and his teammates are absolutely loyal, it is still too dangerous in terms of the safety of weapons and equipment.

They just need to be careful, if one is not careful, this island, and even the land in this sea area may all be gone.At least there should be another brigade, and the two sides supervise each other.

Who assigned the task, how could it be so careless?

Yan Mingxin asked, "Are they all live ammunition?"

"It seems to be." Lin Jisi said, "Find a position, 12-y."

The ammunition racks in the ammunition depot are arranged in an orderly manner and arranged backwards in a certain order. After finding out the direction, you can find it at a glance.

"This is..." The teammate at the front hesitated, "12-y?"

Lin Jisi looked over and was speechless: "This..."

The shape and color of the missile are not arbitrary by the designer. Most of them are designed according to the charge composition of the warhead and the power plant. The general function can be seen from the shape. As for the specific performance, it can be clearly seen when it is connected with the avionics system. It's clear.

Six people surrounded a huge ammunition rack, silent for a while.

Another teammate asked, "How much equivalent?"

Yan Mingxin's flashlight shined on the end of the bomb rack, where the composition equivalent and the weight of the whole bomb were marked, as well as the word "Peng".

This is indeed the maximum weight that can be carried on the belly of the J-100, and it has to be thrown out after takeoff, otherwise it will be difficult to land safely, and it is very likely to detonate if it encounters the kind of collision and turbulence during landing tonight.

"Are we a drill, or..." the teammate asked.

"Just look at the chart." Yan Mingxin frowned and looked at Lin Jisi, "Captain, when will the target chart be released?"

Originally, I wanted to wait until the bombs were loaded, so that everyone would not fold the chart and lose sight of important marks when doing heavy physical work.

Lin Jisi himself didn't have time to look at it just now, and now he took out the documents: "One for each person."

Unsurprisingly, what they got was indeed a special air chart, which had no region or national border, and only consisted of latitude and longitude and various symbols, which indicated the airspace covered by the armed forces of all parties, the radar detection range, safe flight altitude, special climate zone etc.

All of you present are pilots who have been in the army for many years, and with a little calculation, you can know where this huge bomb will be dropped.

Two months ago, Baimaguan was attacked by air. The unlucky D-zone fleet didn't know that the military zone was holding a military parade, and they were accidentally intercepted in the air. If not, they might not be able to stand here today to study the chart.

At that time, the whole fleet flew in silently and with charts in hand.Changing places today, it's their turn to prepare for battle, ready to take off secretly from Base 73 at any time.

"Hanging bombs!" Lin Jisi folded the sailing chart, "Change to a big trailer and turn on the lights! Ship one by one, pay attention to safety!"

Unlike the Baimaguan air raid, they did not have an escort formation this time.The reason why I only carry 2 "Bee" combat ammunition is to minimize the radar cross-sectional area, and I plan to make it completely undetectable.

They have to go to the meeting alone, go deep alone, and the smaller the goal, the better.

As for what happens after the bomb is dropped—either the bomb is right, all six targets will be taken away, and the enemy’s regime will be directly overthrown. At that time, the dragons will be in chaos, no one will give orders, and the radar will be useless. We can only watch them flee and ride the wind. ; or the bombing failed, exposed in advance, the fighter plane was locked by countless ground air defense units, and when the alarm sounded, it was ejected out of the warehouse without saying a word, life and death.

Dragging a heavy trailer, no one spoke, only the crackling sound of rollers in the long tunnel.

As far as Yan Mingxin and others know, the senior leaders of our army will definitely not do such a disgraceful thing like a sneak attack on a neighboring country and an undeclared war. The only possibility is that they were sent to this base as a security force ——When the defense line collapsed and other troops were unable to carry out counterattack missions, it was necessary for them to take off with the last ray of hope for their homeland.

The success or failure of this mission is directly related to whether the situation of the battle can be reversed.

As far as they have access, they don't know what's going on in their homeland, what's going to happen, and they have to be ready to fight at any moment, but they hope never to face this situation.

The first "Peng" type was mounted to 316, the avionics system was started, and the data was imported, and some people were already in tears.

J-100 is a sword of a great power, which is frightening.They were supposed to be invincible, and they never doubted their own strength. They were eager to fight but couldn't fight. Now, before they hang up, they have to make such... such an unbearable plan.

The atmosphere in the hangar was tragic.

Yan Mingxin coughed lightly, and yelled deliberately: "Brother, hurry up, let's go to the supply warehouse to see what delicious food is there! It's past five o'clock, aren't you hungry?"

He took out a piece of chocolate from his sleeve pocket, peeled it off and put it in his mouth.

There were only two layers of fabric between the sleeve pocket and the skin, and the chocolate was placed next to Yan Mingxin all night, and his body was softened by the heat from his body, and he instantly released a [-]% sweet enthusiasm.

Yan Mingxin pinched his nose and ate it: "No, it's too uncomfortable to eat this dryly. Hey, captain, should we just eat whatever is in the ration library?"

Lin Jisi knew he was joking, and gave him a blank look: "It's a good idea, and it should be recorded in the "Food Management Register"."

"I hope the remaining shelf life is still long." Another team member shrugged and squeezed a smile, "I'm an otaku and never go out. Even if I stay here for a few years, I'm fine."

The implication is that he would rather spend a few years in this uninhabited island, in a dark air-raid shelter, than receive a code that one day his homeland is facing life and death.

There was another silence in the hangar.

"Hey, that's right. I don't know how long the supplies have been stored here? Isn't it already expired?" Yan Mingxin pretended to be grinning, and said with a smile, "What are you doing in a daze? Can you hurry up? After work, it's time to eat!" "

Two people turned on the lights, two people towed the truck, and two others assisted. The six people were divided into three groups and took turns. They went back and forth five times. An hour passed.

Labor and hunger replaced cranky thoughts, teammates encouraged each other, and everyone gradually came out of the sad atmosphere.

It took a lot of trouble for everyone to find the supply depot on the tortuous map of the air-raid shelter.After getting used to the temperature in the cave, everyone talked and laughed, and Yan Mingxin could hear his stomach rumbling, some from him and some from his teammates.

He heard his teammates discussing what to eat in the back, and shook his head repeatedly: "Don't eat kidney beans, don't eat kidney beans, don't eat them either—look at the vents here, they are all overpressure automatic exhaust valves, how long does it take to fart go out..."

He rubbed his belly and looked expectantly at the gate of the supply depot.

However, Lin Jisi, who was unlocking the lock, suddenly turned around and said, "It's broken, the password is wrong."

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