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The environment and education that a person comes into contact with in childhood will definitely affect a person's life either explicitly or secretly, which is fortunate or unfortunate.Jun Yang grew up at the lowest level where the weak preyed on the strong by unscrupulous means. He had little moral awareness and dared to do anything.

Although the culture he came into contact with in the later period was relatively rich, he absorbed some new concepts casually, and concealed and slightly modified his original personality, but it didn't affect the overall situation.

At the beginning of leading the class, he casually announced the iron law of prohibition, and those who violated the order did not rule out the use of violent means of education - a little different from other instructors, the word used by others here is "punishment", he directly changed it to "violence". ".

The students felt that they were still young and that better days were ahead, and there was no need to challenge their immediate superiors with pebbles and stones, so Jun Yang kept his word in the class, and no one dared to make mistakes.

But one day, they discovered that the instructor seemed to speak in a much softer voice.

It seems that his body is a little... unspeakably weak, and he dare not speak loudly.

This must be an illusion.

Their instructors are of good age, strong and healthy, and it is impossible for them to be vain for no reason.

The students looked at each other, rejected each other, and then continued to tremble, not daring to make mistakes.Until two or three days later, an unlucky guy was killed to make an example to the monkeys—their instructor dealt with it sternly and according to the law, and displayed it in front of their group of monkeys with the chicken's collar, thunderous, just like in the past.

Ah, it really is an illusion.

The students thought, luckily they didn't jump around.

The director of the hospital office called Jun Yang to come to the office for an interview: "The hospital arranged for you to attend a training this weekend. You, prepare well and find someone to hand over the work at hand."

Jun Yang is often instinctively wary of people who are not familiar enough, he asked: "What day is it?"

"Five six seven, three days, the time is very tight." The director said.

Jun Yang had important things to do on the weekend, and he didn't have time, so he asked reluctantly: "Is it just me? Instructor Huang from Class [-] is not going? What is the training? Where is the training?"

"Instructor Jun, although you are serving in the college now, you are also serving in the military." The director of the college office was dissatisfied with his attitude and did not want to lose his own value, so he said as calmly as possible, "Have you forgotten your vocation?" ? You should obey orders and answer 'yes' before asking others."

"Director," Jun Yang said calmly, "But I have six days of classes a week, which is also stipulated by the college, and the teaching plans I have in hand are also planned according to six days a week. Isn't this a conflict? I have to ask I understand."

"Your ideological awareness and discipline concept..." The director rubbed the bridge of his nose, and spread the documents in his hand on the table, "Hey, what do you want me to say about you?"

Jun Yang had just cleaned up the little bastards in a threatening and intimidating manner. He reckoned that they would be able to keep their skin tight for a few days.He was extremely bored, and in no hurry to leave, he glanced at the table in a mysterious way.

On the open page of the brochure, there was a blue plane printed on it—to be precise, it was a fighter jet, covered with a gray-blue protective clothing.

This layer of Mongolia is not an ordinary raincoat raincloth, but a special temperature and humidity insulation film to protect the expensive wave-absorbing coating of the stealth fighter from sea wind and dust storm erosion.

It acts as a protective coating, so it's thin and snug, perfectly contouring to the body underneath.

The first moment Jun Yang set his eyes on it, he immediately recognized it as a K-2020.

"..." He stopped breathing, his throat was choked, and he didn't speak.

After a few seconds, his bodily functions woke up slowly, making him as excited as if he accidentally saw a long-lost relative.And this relative is being hijacked again at this moment, pinched in someone else's hands, how can he not have blood rushing up and his eyes sore?

His invincible waist was suddenly softened by this picture.

He bent down, put his hands on the table, took a deep breath, and asked knowingly with a smile when he looked up again: "Director, what are you holding?"

While talking, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to see what happened.

The director immediately reprimanded softly and softly: "Hey, don't move."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Jun Yang had no choice but to withdraw his hand again, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

Half a year ago, he was the only one who ordered the new mechanics not to touch his fighter planes. Unexpectedly, now he can't even touch a temporary information booklet with K-2020 crudely printed on it.

The past can no longer be traced, but fortunately he can bend and stretch, and he ground his molars calmly over the gap, and his smile did not drop at all.

"Director," he bowed his head when he was under the eaves, "How can you have this here?"

Due to the confidentiality of the engine and aerodynamic layout design, except for engineering researchers, K-2020 does not allow anyone to take a panoramic view at such a close distance, even if it is wearing a "clothes" now, it can only be seen in general .

He asked nicely, "Could it be that the college wants to introduce K-2020 as a higher education machine?"

"Impossible." He quickly came to his senses and denied his naive guess, "The cost is too high."

On the one hand, the college is located near the street and crowded with people, so the difficulty of anti-reconnaissance is much higher than that of the Kutao Ship sailing in the sea surrounded by water; on the other hand, even if it is used to train fighter pilots, the current mainstream higher education aircraft models are average It is also teaching empty 8.

The fixed-point introduction cost of Jiaokong 8 is about 4000 million. The cost price of a K-2020 is at least equal to 8 Jiaokong 2020, not to mention that the soldiers and horses have not moved food and grass first, and they must be equipped with special senior maintenance personnel. Conservation, a school can barely afford a K-[-] without food or drink.

Jun Yang was so anxious that he couldn't find anything to say: "Director, you called me, but you are talking."

The director of the hospital office looked at him: "Don't you know how to guess?"

Jun Yang’s bold speech in the selection of instructors is still vivid in his mind—about the reconstruction of the military port in the Shengjing section of the Baiyun Mountains, only the construction unit and a small number of core personnel knew about it at the time. Under the condition of necessary disclosure, the project has been carried out in a half-covered and low-key manner. It was not until most of the mountain blasting was completed, all the earth and rocks were removed as planned, Shengjing had the conditions for port construction, and thousands of reconnaissance satellites in outer space were unknown. Qi Qi opened his eyes wide and focused on this.

It stands to reason that this is in line with the general law of information dissemination, and the timing of Shengjing Port being known to people can be said to be just right, but every time he thinks back to that day, Jun Yang seems to have seen the original construction plan. The scene where the parameters came at hand still made him shudder.

He always suspected that it was this kid who broke the sky with a single word, and tilted the invisible scale, causing the sky and the earth to change color and the satellites to gather.But these are all his personal subjective feelings, a bit close to metaphysics, quite inconsistent with materialistic values, and he can only think about it in private.

The director of the hospital office couldn't show any emotion, and asked calmly: "Guess again, are you at school this weekend, or are you going to training?"

Jun Yang lowered his head and glanced at the picture again, then changed his body, as if he had never met the person who was haggling just now, stood at attention and saluted, and said in a straight voice: "Obey orders, weekend training."

The information booklet was successfully retired, and was closed by the director of the hospital office, and put in the drawer: "The training is confidential, and no contact with the outside world is allowed, and all communication equipment must be handed in. You, it is best to go to Don’t bring it when you’re here, so as not to add work to the comrades over there.”

The word "confidential training" made Jun Yang's thoughts surge, and the memories of the closed training in those years when he learned to fly K-2020 came to his mind.

With the advancement of modern electronic warfare technology, he didn't dare to say that he didn't need any training on this aircraft, so he humbly accepted it: "Okay, I won't take it."

The car of the Naval Command of the Fengtian Military Region arrived as scheduled, the military region was heavily guarded, and the guards along the way were armed with live ammunition.

Jun Yang got off the car emotionally, cooperated with the registration, and accepted the routine inspection.

When he was in neutral, he glanced around his surroundings, his mood suddenly became a little colder, and he gradually became uneasy—the long-term overload and anti-gauge training will inevitably make the pilot's physical strength reach a certain level. It can be said that flying the same aircraft in the same position Due to the same training subjects, most of the pilots are almost all similar in stature.

Those thin and frail ones, and those wearing glasses, can be regarded as good-looking people, but they must not drive K-2020.

The training materials were distributed in file bags one by one. If it wasn't for the thick material with his name written on it, he almost thought it was a mistake.

What is "CN Electronic Warfare Support System Antenna Sensor Principle and Signal Processing"?

This is a radar and communication complex installed on a submarine. He has heard of it before... Not only did he fail to return to the blue sky, why was he sent to the bottom of the water?

Three days.

What can I do in three days?

Three days is not enough to learn how to shovel seaweed on the outer wall of the submarine.

"Divide the classes according to the materials in your hands, and line up again!"

The surrounding officers were of such high quality that Ling took action without delay.Jun Yang moved with the crowd, helplessly rolled up the materials into a roll and then spread them out. He was in the heart of Cao Ying and wandered into the sky in Handi.

He thought of the creases on the face of the director of the hospital office, and couldn't help feeling how they were so well-proportioned, just to help the director confuse the world?He thought of a group of little bastards in the second class of the experiment—three days is enough to impress people, and it can also destroy the habits that people have formed with great difficulty, do they know?Do they understand that time is running out?

What worried him even more was that he remembered the phone call he had made to Fengtian Air Force Base headquarters in advance because he could not carry communication equipment before leaving.

He asked the Air Force switchboard to tell Yan Mingxin that the weekend gathering was canceled due to work reasons.

It is human nature for such relatives and friends to call to convey the news on their behalf, and there should be internal staff to help pass it on.

Is Yan Mingxin at the base?

Did he get the message?

Missing a weekend with Yan Mingxin in vain, Jun Yang thinks that he has suffered a lot. If Yan Mingxin made a trip for nothing, even if his heart is still the same, I am afraid that people will lose money. Be really tired.

Jun Yang lined up expressionlessly, but inside he was so worried that he groaned, became dizzy, his whole body hurt like gouging out flesh, and his intestines were bitter.

He sincerely hated the director of the hospital office for a while, and then saw through the essence, hating people's sinister and hard-to-defend, and finally suddenly realized that he hated himself for being dazzled by K-2020.

He could almost feel that the heart in his chest was getting harder and harder, and it was about to turn into a heart of stone. If something like this happened, he would never take it lightly for a little bait, and he would never be swayed by others again.

There is nothing good inside and out, there are too many bad people in this world, only Yan Mingxin is good.

After thinking for a while, he thought, no.

Everyone is bad in their own way, even Yan Mingxin is bad—we are all human, but Yan Mingxin made him miss him endlessly.