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The words left by Jun Yang were indeed passed on by someone, from the switchboard to the infield, and then all the way to the team.

When it got to Lin Jisi, he looked around and asked, "Where's Mingxin?"

Teammate replied: "Let's go!"

"Ah?" Lin Jisi was at a loss, "What's the matter, you didn't even say hello? I haven't seen him rushing home before. Where is he going?"

Yan Mingxin streamlined all dispensable actions and changed his clothes neatly. When Lin Jisi looked for him, he had already left the base by car.

This time, what he was thinking about was really not a weird thing, he was thinking about a fool with all his heart.

In the past, they were close, how comfortable they were, sometimes whispering shyly, making him dream like a fairy from body to heart, but when he went into battle with real swords and guns, he wanted to be gentle with others in his heart, but he no longer allowed him to be objective. .

Due to some special reasons, not only could this matter not be "successful", he had to dig a well on dry land.Although Jun Yang's heart can accommodate all kinds of things, his physical fitness has been tempered and it is harder to reform than normal people. He must be determined and tough.After going through many detours, the hour hand has already passed 12 o'clock, and Yan Mingxin has just summed up his preliminary experience.

From time to time, he used cold water to cool down the pain, and turned on the lights in the bedroom very brightly, so that he could see everything he could see, and the charming and ambiguous atmosphere at that time had long since disappeared.The summer night was extremely short, and Yan Mingxin carefully completed the development process from scratch when it was dawn.He was sweating profusely as he watched himself almost split the person into two, and found another way to use the private place for other purposes. His shock was more than pleasure, and his solemnity was more than novelty. With a little awe, he tasted To a new chapter in life.

Similar to responsibility, but different from those great feelings in the past, it is a responsibility full of possession and private meaning.

He was in no hurry to move, and the fact was that there was no room for him to move.He called Jun Yang, wanting to say something, but the so-called "no taboo" did not reply - Jun Yang's pain and joy were mixed together, inextricably linked, afraid that Yan Mingxin had too many scruples, he insisted on biting Ya endured silently all night, pressing himself into the pillow, exhausted and pale.

Yan Mingxin hurriedly backed out and handed him a glass of water.

Jun Yang shook his head to indicate that he was fine, touched his lips, before he had time to say anything, he fell asleep unwillingly in the blink of an eye.

In all fairness, they didn't sleep very well that day. There was a spot on the bed that he poured cold water on, but before it could be dried, it was blown by the air conditioner, making it wet and cold.The old house has not been repaired for many years, and the sound insulation of the doors and windows is not very good. No matter how long they have retired to the second line, some people in the family courtyard still maintain the habit of getting up early: the uncle who walks the dog and the dog, the grandmother who buys vegetables and the bag and vegetables, what Can make some clear and audible movements; in the morning, there are people chopping stuffing and frying vegetables, washing dishes and throwing dishes, and the cubs running downstairs after finishing their homework are chasing dogs and teasing cats, pulling the windows fiercely. Parents shouting loudly for their son to go home for dinner, two former classmates who hadn't seen each other for a long time...Yan Mingxin hugged Junyang, and was awakened several times by various strange noises. He opened his eyes and tried to focus, Look at the ceiling, look at the sky outside the window, and look down at his tough instructor who is still panting, so he puts his hands on Jun Yang's ears, and then falls asleep drowsily after blocking the noise.

In the hazy dream, those voices seemed to be close at hand, and they were transformed into symbols of the years one after another.

He rubbed the person in his arms into his arms, and pressed his body against each other, as if he had signed a contract for a lifetime, and lived another lifetime.

Going to the flight academy again, he didn't have the spring breeze blowing on his face, and I saw how charming Qingshan was, and he was as anxious as a comrade-in-arms to visit his pregnant wife along the way.

He knocked on the door of the dormitory, and sneaked around the teaching building again, and finally saw a few familiar faces on the basketball court: "Hey, where is our instructor Jun?"

Yan Mingxin is really easy to recognize.

Someone recognized it as soon as he turned his head, and replied, "I'm on a business trip!"

"A business trip?" Yan Mingxin clenched his fists nervously and asked, "Where are you going on a business trip?"

"We don't know, I left two days ago." The student greeted him, "Brother, are you playing?"

A group of big boys are rampaging on the court, Yan Mingxin is not afraid, but he has an important joint training next month, and now there is no surprise.

He was not in the mood to play, so he held the corner of his mouth and smiled, begging for forgiveness: "If you don't play, you can't play. I haven't played for a long time, and I can't beat you."

When Jun Yang was there, he saw that every plant and tree in the Flight Academy was amiable, but when Jun Yang was not there, he found it boring to watch an elephant go through a ring of fire.Business trips are necessary for work, he should understand, but the concept of "you can definitely find that person somewhere" has been deeply ingrained in his heart, and it is always hard to let go when people's vested interests are damaged. The kind of self-confidence that others have for themselves has suffered a big setback.

He was copying his pocket sullenly, turning his head from time to time along the way, and after walking for a long time, he didn't see any cars heading into the city.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from far and near in the air.

In the setting sun, a small helicopter swayed into the arena from a distance, hovered over the flight academy for more than ten seconds, adjusted its attitude clumsily and laboriously, just corrected the level, accidentally overcorrected, busy After struggling to level up, he finally landed slowly.

The walls of the academy are quite high, and once the helicopter landed, Yan Mingxin couldn't see anything outside the wall, but he still couldn't help but look up at the sky, recalling the flight path of the helicopter back to the field.

It is said that Jun Yang’s colleague and opponent is an instructor of the Army Aviation. He used to specialize in armed helicopter training. This time, he planned to lead an experimental class step by step, doing what he should do every year, and gradually producing a few top talents. In the end, he was forced by Jun Yang's gauntlet to change course.

In modern actual combat, it is difficult to judge which type of aircraft is more dominant without analyzing the specific situation. Teach fighter.

A martial arts competition generally sets a tactical goal, which may be to score a target, hunt down a leader, or seize a high ground and destroy fortifications, and so on.But no matter what the conditions, as long as there is an enemy helicopter in the sky, and the machine gunner on the plane is condescending to set up a simulated machine gun, it is impossible for Junyang's ground troops to move freely.However, fighter jets do not have automatic guidance equipment in the initial stage, and laser simulated cannon attacks need to be close enough. Helicopters will definitely cunningly use their strengths to avoid weaknesses and hover at ultra-low altitudes.

This is of course nothing to Yan Mingxin and others, but when he thinks about letting a group of half-grown children penetrate, attack, and fight quickly, his forehead sweats.

In judging the outcome of a martial arts competition, in addition to assessing the degree of completion of the tactical goal, it is also necessary to count the battle loss ratio and calculate the final result as a whole. Even if one side can sneakily complete the goal, it may not necessarily win.

Yan Mingxin hesitated, wandered around for a while, turned around and found a small supermarket, bought a big bag of various iced sodas, and ran back to the basketball court.

"Hey, those few, come and have a rest!" Yan Mingxin raised the soda in his hand, and called seven or eight students from the basketball court over.

His name is not right, and he is not very good at being a teacher on weekdays. He didn't want to spoil others' interest, but he had to say: "Well, when I came last week, at this point...you seem to be still training, why? Are you playing ball today? Also, what about the rest of your class? Why did you go?"

The two people who were drinking at the front looked at each other, faltering: "Oh, they..."

Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly shouted: "Look, from the first class! Instructor Huang took him to fly again, and he has flown several times today."

The "chug chug" sound of the rotor and the engine came from a distance, and the small helicopter took off again within half an hour after landing.

When the word "flying" is concretized, it has great appeal to these young people whose mission is to become a pilot.They don't choose models or positions, they instinctively envy every one who can get on the plane, and pay attention to each other.

Yan Mingxin and his untimely question have no sense of existence.

Only a few seconds later, the noise in their ears became louder. The helicopter hovered steadily in the setting sun, and a second one rose from the ground.

"One after another! Hey, it can't be the one in the bedroom next to yours!"

"The two in class one are the best of the top students, they are very strong." A student turned his head and introduced to Yan Mingxin, "There is no need for many people in their class, just the two of them are enough, and the two helicopters fly into the air. One is two mobile bunkers, how do we compare with others?"

"It's okay, I'm not afraid." Yan Mingxin hurriedly comforted, "The helicopter is not easy to operate. I saw it when they landed just now, and they are not at this level. These two planes seem to want to practice formation, and they should not be driven by the students themselves. Let them land. If you look at the posture, if you practice for half a year, at most you will be able to take off and land smoothly, and once you get out of the radar, you just need to make a little maneuver, and it won't be able to see you."

He said right away, "If you let your instructor Jun go to heaven, one person can beat a class of them."

Several students listened to what he said clearly, turned around with their mouths open and asked, "Really?"

If their instructor Jun was here, he would probably sneer and make amends to their fragile hearts, and he would definitely not lead them to look forward to a bright future.

"Really." Yan Mingxin said sincerely, "Don't believe me, go to the library to find any information, watch the single-plane combat videos of pilots of the same level, is it possible that the helicopter was targeted before seeing the fighter coming?"

As he said that, he had an idea: "Brother, can you get me a card to play in the simulation room?"

Students of the Flying Academy have a certain amount of practice time in the fixed-screen simulator each semester, which is added to the student ID card when the semester begins.

Some of them have also been to the simulation room. After swiping the card to get on the machine, they struggled for half an hour, and they couldn't even find the driving key, so they had to return in dismay.Later, the simulation room became a place for them to recharge their beliefs. Whenever they encountered confusion in their studies and life, they would sit in it, feel around pitifully, and save the minutes Get off the plane in time.If I'm lucky, I can occasionally meet my senior brother for practice, and take a look through a cockpit door.

Yan Mingxin swiped his card in the crowd, passed the gate inspection, and skillfully adjusted the battlefield conditions to a combat environment similar to that of the academy competition, while explaining to the students.

Just the few moments when he adjusted the battlefield data without hesitation, a group of students were dazzled and excited, and they crowded into his cabin without caring about wasting their time on the plane.

The condition set by Yan Mingxin is that an elementary school plane confronts a small helicopter formed by four planes, and the two sides take off from an airport five kilometers apart.As soon as they met, he knocked out two of the enemy planes in an instant, and the remaining two were "panicked" imitated by the computer according to the probability of the enemy's reaction in the database, directly collided with each other, and fell to the ground.

In the cramped cabin, several tall and burly trainees squeezed into each other into strange postures, watching the words "The confrontation is over" on the screen and hadn't reacted yet.

After being dumbfounded for a long time, one person asked, "Brother, which unit are you in?"

Yan Mingxin deleted the data on the simulator, and said with a smile: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say, we have disciplinary requirements, don't embarrass me."

The students were even more curious: "What level are you in your team?"

Special pilot Yan Mingxin quickly shook his head: "I can't do it, I have written no fewer than ten inspections this year alone."

The students just wanted to enshrine him, and when they heard the words, they were furious, and couldn't understand at all: "Why did you ask you to write an inspection?"

"Too much." Yan Mingxin scratched his face with self-knowledge, "Dangerous actions, occupying the communication channel, exceeding the safety envelope, I consume more fuel than others for the same task... I have a problem, so I can barely do it Days, maybe the nature is not too bad, and the organization thinks that I can still transform it."

The trainee asked worriedly: "Then will you be grounded?"

"Stop, why it doesn't stop? The flight is grounded until the error is not recognized clearly. Every time I write an inspection, I have to go to the airport to pick up stones in advance. It’s time for training, everyone is going to the sky one by one, and I’ll just watch from below.” Yan Mingxin pinched the head and tail, remembering bitterness and sweetness, “My life is similar to yours now, not as good as yours, at least when you are watching from the sidelines No one jokes, right? As long as you have the heart to fly and correct your mistakes in time, there is always a chance!"

The students behaved much better and politely asked him to demonstrate again.

Yan Mingxin gradually increased the difficulty amidst bursts of low voices, taking advantage of the situation and understanding it with emotion: "Okay, no problem, read this more, at least it will help you get familiar with the cabin, it's better than playing basketball Son. Oh, I’m not saying that playing basketball is bad, it’s pretty good, but you don’t need to rush to improve your basketball skills. The competition at the end of the year is the top priority... You ask how to save yourself? There is only one way. , Unanimous to the outside world... What is the level of your instructors? To be honest, I was guided by him for the first time in actual combat—brothers, the future is like a sea, the future is long, study hard, you will be better than me in the future!"