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Lin Jisi returned to the dormitory on duty, and when he saw Yan Mingxin was meditating at his desk in pain, he greeted him and said, "Hey, where is Captain Yan writing the report?"

Yan Mingxin waved his hand weakly: "Don't mention it."

His action report has always been a running account, but now even if he keeps a running account, he has encountered great difficulties: the first difficulty is that his trust in Jun Yang has exceeded the general limit, and it seems ambiguous on paper. The dilemma was that he slept fitfully while on base, the reason for which he couldn't talk to anyone about.

As the captain of the operation, Yan Mingxin's report is bound to receive high attention. I don't know how many people will use it for review, but it is impossible for him to tell everything truthfully.

How to explain these two problems, so that the relationship that is inconvenient to explain can be covered up between the lines, so as to escape the hot eyes of the higher authorities?

Yan Mingxin racked his brains and bit off the pen holder.

The teammates were chatting, and someone asked: "How is the situation in D area? Has there been a fight?"

"We're fighting." Lin Jisi withdrew his smile, "The shipping route in Area D was blocked by the Royal Guards. Prince Zhishen had a batch of supplies that couldn't get through. He wanted to transport them through our air border, but the higher-ups directly refused. But the higher-ups were also afraid. They had nowhere to go and came here to force their way in. In the past few days, the entire territory has been under martial law, and no outside plane is allowed to enter."

The civil war in District D is intensifying. There are rumors that the prince died in battle, and that an armed movement broke out. It can be seen that the uncertainty of the regime has increased. The convenience provided by other countries to any of them will change history, and we should remain neutral in terms of sentiment and reason.

Yan Mingxin asked: "I heard that Zhishen has his own personal guard, and what financial group's support is there, how can he be cut off so easily?"

The teammate said inscrutably: "No matter how close the guards are, they are also standing outside the door. Who knows if something happened inside his house? Maybe he is too big, and he has been planted with eyeliner long ago. spy."

The compensation for the Baimaguan air raid has not been settled yet. 322 was shot and almost the entire fuselage was replaced. Jun Yang was burdened by the confession of his relatives and was forced to leave the Kutao ship... No one in the world is more right than Yan Mingxin Zhishen has even more high hopes—he sincerely hopes that Zhishen will be domineering and domineering, and that all the pretentious players in District D can see him support himself and regard him as the target of public criticism in this civil war.

It's a pity that Zhishen still wants to ask for overseas privileges at the moment, at least it shows that this son is still alive.

There are only a handful of forces in Area D that have the strength to be careful with him, and it is really hopeless that he will be martyred in the first round.

Fortunately, the praying mantis catching the cicada and the oriole were behind, and when Zhishen and his brothers faced each other on the field, someone behind him secretly stabbed him with a knife. The traffic was blocked during the war, and the military supply was cut off, leaving him to watch helplessly as his ammunition ran out. The Jue building collapsed, isn't this more uncomfortable than cutting him with his own hands?

Yan Mingxin rubbed his hands and asked, "Captain, have you stopped?"

"No. I was on standby all day today. I was so hot that I drank three liters of water. I didn't see a single plane. Where can I intercept it?" Lin Jisi shook his head, "I'm going to take a shower and go back to the dormitory first. .”

Transport planes are no better than fighter planes. They are less mobile and bulky. During the period of martial law, the radar detection was on high alert. I have never seen this, which means that they really have not crossed the border.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and air transportation fails and air transportation is not possible. The gap in the front line of the critically needed supplies must be extremely urgent. He will be anxious if he delays for another hour.

The request to cross the border during the day has just been rejected, and the fool also knows that he should not act rashly after scaring the snake, at least until the moon is dark and the wind is high-although it cannot avoid radar and night vision, but taking advantage of the night, the success rate is higher than during the day.

Yan Mingxin sat on the bench without moving for a long time, and his teammates asked: "What are you thinking? Won't you write it soon?"

"I want to know when they will fly and which route they will fly from." Yan Mingxin threw the pen and paper away, "I won't write anymore. Let's go to the hangar and wait for orders."

It was less than eleven o'clock at night, and the alarm sounded: "Unidentified aircraft are approaching our airspace, and they will take off immediately to intercept them."

"Three-two inspection is complete!" Yan Mingxin and his wingman are already in place, ready to start at any time, "Three-two, three-two holes request to take off."

The night sky was vast, and only the image sent back by the radar indicated the location of the external machine. Yan Mingxin took a few glances: "What model is this?"

Commonly used models in neighboring countries and mainstream models in the world today, whether they are civil aviation or military aircraft, they are not uncommon, and they are well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy and ourselves.The black-painted fuselage of this transport plane can only be seen clearly under infrared night vision goggles even if it approaches hundreds of meters.

Yan Mingxin and his wingman turned on the lights to warn but failed, and called: "You have entered our airspace, please report your intention and return immediately along the original route."

The transport plane pretended to be deaf and dumb, neither turned around nor answered, and pretended not to hear.Yan Mingxin simply accelerated to cross its route, and the transport plane had to slam on the rudder to avoid it.

It reacted and could no longer install drones. Yan Mingxin called again: "You have entered our airspace, please follow me to the designated airport for boarding inspection."

The transport plane turned a deaf ear, and the ground command center issued an order: "Two by two, warn to fire!"

"You have entered our airspace. If you refuse to carry out the order, I will shoot down your plane." Yan Mingxin opened the cannon, fired tracer bullets forward, and drew a bright trajectory around the transport plane as a warning.

Then he turned on the fire control radar: "You have been locked by the missile, please immediately follow me to the designated airport for boarding inspection."

After being locked, the external machine finally replied: "My plane is carrying 40 tons of 'Mammoth Project' weapons and ammunition, if you shoot me down here, the material produced by the explosion will seriously pollute the range of at least [-] kilometers below. "

The materials that are not allowed by the upper echelons to pass through the airspace may be due to the needs of the position, or it may be out of safety considerations.It's hard to tell if the pilot's words are true or not, but judging by his route, he will leave our airspace in at most 10 minutes.

Of course, Yan Mingxin wanted this transport plane to stay in the territory without returning, so that it would be defeated without hesitation, but he could not take the risk: "Call the ground command center in twos and twos, what should I do?"

"Report, and ask what this 'Mammoth Project' is." Upon hearing the news, the command center immediately asked someone to report to the superior, and at the same time gave instructions, "Three twos, three sixes, three sixes have been launched to support, 10 minutes It will arrive later. You should not shoot it down, nor let it leave until you have confirmed the safety of the other party’s transported items.”

"Understood." Yan Mingxin and the wingman were on the side of the transport fuselage, "The transport plane in front, the last warning, please follow me to the designated airport immediately and accept the boarding inspection, otherwise I will open fire in ten seconds."

Although the transport plane has four engines, its maneuverability is far from that of the J-100, and it is impossible to evade it even if it is informed 10 seconds in advance.Yan Mingxin's machine gun was aimed at the outside of the left wing, and several shots blew up the engine. The huge inertia caused the transport plane to stall and fall, and it fell straight to an altitude of about 3000 meters before the pilot managed to pull it back.

"Before you leave our airspace, I can destroy at least one more engine of yours." Yan Ming said, "Please stop your infringement immediately and follow me to the airport for inspection. Otherwise, if you carry 40 tons, even if you You can’t land normally without leaving our airspace to reach your destination.”

An open flame was burning at the explosion site on the left wing of the transport plane, and the fuselage visibly vibrated in the air, making it difficult to maintain the flight attitude.The most important thing is that if it continues to move forward in this condition, it is absolutely impossible for it to pass through the sea fire blockade in full view.

Going forward bravely and being shot down by the volley is to serve the country fearlessly, but to rush into the line of fire with a half-armed body is to die in vain.The transport plane turned around.

Yan Ming said: "Changing course to 135, please land with me."

The external plane was carrying an unknown object. Of course, the command center did not dare to let it fall in a densely populated area. According to the instructions, Yan Mingxin and his teammates escorted it to another airport.The airport emptied the site in advance, and the ground chemical defense troops and fire brigade were on standby.

After investigation, Zhishen was not so frantic as to use weapons of mass destruction against the mainland, and the transport plane was loaded with ordinary weapons and ammunition, and the "Mammoth Project" was non-existent.

And Zhishen couldn't even sustain ordinary ammunition, and had to do everything possible to transport it from thousands of miles away with an old bullock cart. It can be seen that there is no more strong support, and the situation is over.

One day, Zhang Yuanzhou called Jun Yang: "Should you treat me to dinner?"

Jun Yang immediately said generously: "Yes, you come."

"Where are you coming from?" Zhang Yuanzhou asked, "You don't mean to call me to eat in the cafeteria of your college, do you? How is that different from eating at my work unit?"

Jun Yang said truthfully: "The food level at the Navy Headquarters may be better."

"You still need to say it!" Zhang Yuanzhou cleared his throat, "Okay, I know you have no money to treat me to dinner recently. How about this, let me arrange it for you. My partner's aunt's daughter is on vacation on weekends, and it happens to be my partner. My grandma also wants to meet you, so come over and get together, you don't need to invite me!"

Knowing his intention, Jun Yang smiled and said, "I can't go. It's fine for me to eat in the cafeteria. If she wants, you can call her. I'll treat her to dinner."

Someone reached out and pulled a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder in front of Jun Yang, and he turned around with his mobile phone to avoid it, and said in a low voice: "Mr. .”

Zhang Yuanzhou sighed regretfully on the other end of the phone: "It's a shame to say this, how about I send you a photo first? Really, she looks pretty, a delicate little girl! Don't look at me! In this way, the people in my object's family look much better than me..."

Jun Yang would never agree, but he listened to every sentence - he was not reluctant to part with Zhang Yuanzhou's sister-in-law, he was just reluctant to hang up Zhang Yuanzhou's full of kindness.

During the call, he suddenly lowered his head and saw a pair of chopsticks reaching into his plate to pick up vegetables.

He turned around in shock, facing Yan Mingxin's smiling face.

Jun Yang: "Why are you here?"

Yan Mingxin was carrying a huge backpack, eating his food with his steamed buns: "I'm here for vacation."

The canteen is half-new and not old, the college is demolished and rebuilt, and the whole world is looking out for new ones and mending them. The winds of the years pass by from time to time, weathering and wrinkling, but Yan Mingxin is always beautiful. He is just like the calendar. Every day is brand new as if it has just been unpacked, from head to toe, spotlessly bright.

Jun Yang was a little flustered: "Why don't you make a phone call first!"

"I still have to find a phone, and I still have to wait for you to answer it." Yan Mingxin looked at him without blinking, "I'm afraid of wasting time."

"How did you find this place?" He was afraid of wasting time, and Jun Yang was even more afraid of wasting a second, "What if I'm not in the academy?"

"I ran around the school, from the training ground to your dormitory, and then here." Yan Mingxin swallowed "Where else can you go?" and said very knowledgeably, "You are not here, I will wait for you .”

People can only focus on one thing in a period of time, just looking at Yan Mingxin has occupied all Jun Yang's room for thinking, he suddenly lost his voice and didn't know what to say.

Yan Mingxin licked the corner of his mouth: "Would I like to introduce someone to you?"

Jun Yang didn't even say "goodbye", and directly hung up Zhang Yuanzhou's phone: "No."

A piece of news is playing on the wall-mounted TV. The success and failure of District D has been settled. The new king ascends the throne and announces new regulations of [-], [-], [-], [-];

Jun Yang came back to his senses slowly, took off the backpack on Yan Mingxin's back, and when he weighed it, he knew that it contained a change of clothes.

Holding the bag in both hands, instead of feeling hot, he felt relaxed and happy: "Do you have anything else to eat? I'll go buy it."

Yan Mingxin learned the habit from Yan Dingbo, he likes to use chopsticks to turn on the TV, as if he was going to eat news, he frowned and said, "Why did your uncle go in?"

Jun Yang: "Your uncle just went in!"

Yan Mingxin shook his head, approached him quietly, and said in a low voice, "Speak politely. Your uncle is sympathetic to you, so he went in so soon. Otherwise, I don't know when I will come here. Instructor, do you miss me?" "

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