White lotus cultivation system

Ye Zhen was taken to a fighter plane, the airman climbed into the plane, turned around and said to him: "It seems that there is something wrong with the engine, the sound is very strange, and it can't take off normally, I will start it now, you have a good look, Quickly find the problem and help me fix it.”

"Okay." Uncle Bing stepped back to a safe range and observed carefully.

There was a sound of a turbojet engine, and the people on the plane operated it for a while, and when they felt that it was almost done, they shut it down and got off the plane: "How?"

"... There is help."

"As long as it can be saved, I will leave my Xiaofei to you. I have to use it to participate in flight training in the afternoon. If it cannot be repaired, there will be a big accident." The soldier raised his wrist to look at the special combat watch, and patted Ye Zhen's shoulder: "Dude, I'm going to have lunch, please help me fix it, I will call the cafeteria to bring you food, don't eat on my plane... you must hurry up and fix it It! It only takes 10 minutes to eat, and I will use him to train soon, you can fix it for me, Song Zhitian will definitely thank you!"

"Calm down." Uncle Bing stopped him with a serious face.

"Ah?" Song Zhitian was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "Hey, the kid even made a request, okay, as long as you help me fix it, these are trivial things."

"Well, don't worry." Hearing the other party's assurance, Uncle Bing was deeply satisfied, picked up the toolbox beside him, jumped on it, and opened the engine cover.

The meal time of militarized management is very short. After 10 minutes, Mr. Air Force returned to his fighter jet with the lunch box, looked around, but did not see Ye Zhen.

"The man who fixed my plane, are you still there?" he yelled.

Ye Zhen was lying in the fuselage with a flashlight in his mouth, and heard a faint voice, so he quickly took off the flashlight and responded. The echo of his words sounded in the airtight cabin, repeated several times before gradually disappearing.

"Where did the person go? Has the plane been repaired?" Mr. Air Force shouted anxiously, "I brought you lunch!"

"I'm in the fuselage!" Uncle Bing replied loudly, but it seemed that the people outside couldn't hear it at all. He thought for a while, then stopped thinking about it, packed up the tools in his hand, picked up the flashlight again and crawled out.

"Tsk, could it be that it has been repaired, and you are anxious to go to eat?" Song Zhitian shook his head.At this moment, the whistle for the assembly to start training also rang, and the military order was inevitable. He looked down at the lunch box in his hand, stamped his feet irritably, gritted his teeth, climbed into his plane, sat in the driver's seat, and put the lunch box away Put it aside and try to start the engine.

The sound of the normal operation of the engine sounded, and Mr. Air Force heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the mechanic should have left.Uncle Bing, who was crawling outward, felt a sudden vibration around him. At the same time, the engine cover was automatically closed due to the start of the plane, blocking the only ray of light coming in from the outside world. Uncle Bing widened his eyes when he realized what had happened. His eyes were closed, and the flashlight in his mouth almost fell off. He lowered himself as much as possible to prevent himself from being thrown out.

The plane took off on the track for a certain distance, and with a feeling of overweight, Uncle Bing painfully faced the fact that he was rapidly moving away from the ground.

Hundreds of air-to-air superior light fighters flew into the sky, neatly changing various formations, and completed multiple 360-degree flips under the command of the walkie-talkie. The beautiful and splendid traces are left on the boundless canvas, showing the majestic military posture of Huaguo that is not what it used to be.

Song Zhitian manipulated the fighter plane to turn over an angle, and he was tightly bound to the driver's seat while wearing a seat belt, but at this moment, the instructions from the intercom made him startled, and the expression on his face immediately became very serious .

"The third company of the Air Force, which is undergoing flight training, listened to the order, and immediately headed to the [-] kilometers southwest of the base at eight o'clock in the direction of eight o'clock in the southwest of the base, and intercepted the enemy's air force in the western valley of Sheffield!"

"Tsk, we're going to fight again." A trace of sadness flashed in Song Zhitian's eyes, but it was replaced by determination immediately: "It is the bounden duty of a soldier to end a war with war." He murmured, holding the control lever firmly, and moving it forward push away.At the same time, a smell of food entered Song Zhitian's nose - well, this is the shrimp balls in tomato sauce he brought from the cafeteria.

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Gu Shaofeng and his subordinates were deploying the battle plan, and their eyelids kept twitching. When he finished the arrangement and walked out of the headquarters, he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his eyes irritably, and asked Adjutant Wang who was walking beside him: "Ye Zhen is fine now."

Adjutant Wang nodded confidently: "I'll handle the matter, don't worry. The company led by Company Commander Guo is squatting obediently in the rear."

"I don't know how he is now," the major general muttered, deciding to abuse his personal power: "Go and see how he is."

"I said it's all right, and I took special care of Company Commander Guo..." Mr. Adjutant became lazy.

"If you are told to go, you can go. Even if he is fine, he can go to war with peace of mind even if he takes a look at me. Go and come back quickly."

Adjutant Wang was kicked on the buttocks, and he ran away aggrieved to let his boss spy on his little lover.

……

Song Zhitian turned on the infrared capture device, and several small light spots scattered around appeared on the electronic small map immediately, including his comrades in arms and enemies. Professionally trained airmen can clearly distinguish between friends and foes. He controls light The fighter evasively evaded, locked on an enemy plane, aimed at the target and turned on the guidance.

A long-range high-speed missile shot across an arc in the air and shot at the enemy plane. The enemy fighter jets received the danger signal and immediately evaded to the distance, but unfortunately, they were still hit by one wing, and the plane lost its balance immediately. , Braving smoke and falling down.

Song Zhitian let out a slight breath, his eyes were fixed on the electronic map, and he was just about to find the next target, but found that there were two enemy planes approaching him at high speed.He hurriedly speeded up and dodged to the side, but the two enemy planes were chasing after him, outflanking them from both wings. Song Zhitian also encountered this kind of situation in actual combat training, and quickly flipped over, when the infrared instrument suddenly appeared When there was a little light, he was startled, and secretly called out "bad".

——The enemy's guidance system has locked itself!The air-to-air missile shot out from the trajectory opening of the enemy plane behind him, while another enemy plane opened the launch port in front of the side, and another missile was being pushed out slowly, waiting for him like a tiger waiting for him. Hit it.

The young airman was sweating on his forehead, and he didn't even care to wipe it off his eyes. He gritted his teeth and pushed the brake handle forward to the end. Turning the steering wheel would force the aircraft to rush towards the opening on the right, even if it was born Hope is extremely slim, and he is not ready to give up prematurely.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, put it on the hand holding the steering wheel and turned it fiercely to the left, and at the same time, the joystick controlling the up and down was also held, Song Zhitian felt a strong sense of weightlessness, he With the whole plane rushing towards the enemy plane on the front left, the two planes almost collided head-on, and the pilots of both sides could almost see each other's terrified faces in an instant!

Before he could cry out in alarm, the fighter jet swooped down again, narrowly bypassing the enemy plane in front of him, then speeding up and rushing up obliquely, drawing a hook shape like lightning in the midair, and there was a sudden explosion behind him There was a loud noise, and he saw from the infrared detector that the light spot that symbolized the missile that he was biting on him before hit the enemy plane that he missed, and the fighter jet ignited in mid-air. A blazing flame broke out, and it fell into the canyon below with a fierce crackling sound.

After completing this series of operations, the hands did not stop at all. The fighter turned 180 degrees in the air and aimed at the remaining enemy plane behind him. Go, quickly press the three command keys on the console, and the original ballistic opening on the fighter's weapon rack will become a cannon.

The dense cannons sounded like a torrential rain, and the remaining enemy plane turned around and ran away, but was still shot into a sieve, whining and falling down.

Song Zhitian lightened his hand on the steering wheel, and the pressure on the back of his hand disappeared. He opened his mouth wide, like a robot that forgot to apply lubricating oil, and slowly turned his head to the side, seeing someone Sitting cross-legged next to him, he picked up the disposable lunch box, picked up a shrimp ball with chopsticks and ate it into his mouth.

"..." Song Zhitian froze, shaking his lips and asked, "You you you you you you!...Why are you here?!"

Uncle Bing was chewing on the Q-bomb shrimp balls, raised his head and said angrily, "I've been here all the time!" Feeling that the taste was a bit salty, he lowered his head and ate a mouthful of rice, and added, "I was repairing your plane in the case just now. , you drove it to the sky.”

"Ah?" The young Mr. Air Force was stunned and apologized guiltily: "I thought you had already repaired it and left..."

"Forget it," Uncle Bing shook his head, and suddenly said: "Be careful, avoid to the left!"

Song Zhitian consciously listened to what he said, and a string of cannons flew past his right wing and fell into the valley in the distance.

He couldn't help wiping his cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, thank you for saving my life..."

"You're welcome, if I don't help you, I'll die too." Uncle Bing put the lid on the lunch box, walked to Song Zhitian, looked at him for a while, stretched out his hand, and only heard the "click" of the seat belt buckle, Song Zhitian was directly pulled from his seat: "Take a break, I'll drive."

Song Zhitian couldn't help but fell to the side: "Do you know how to fly a fighter jet?"

"Well, a little bit."

"But, but... I'll do it! This is my job..."

"You just escaped from the dead, and your condition is not good. If you continue to drive, you will only have a dead end... Fasten your seat belt." Uncle Bing didn't look back, pressed his fingers, and skillfully called out the sonar: "It's about to start."

Song Zhitian felt the world spinning for a while, and hurriedly hugged the back of the driver's seat beside him, so as not to let himself fall over.

……

Gu Shaofeng sat in the headquarters with cold hands and feet, and the battle reports on the front line were constantly updated at a rate of 170 to [-] seconds. He looked at the new casualty records, and his neatly manicured nails were deeply embedded in the palms of his hands. to the ground, but he didn't realize it.

Adjutant Wang stood aside, opened his mouth several times without success, and finally said dryly: "Commander, the next tactics need to be arranged by you."

Gu Shaofeng was slightly shocked, as if he had woken up, rubbed his face hard, and turned on the stereo projection. The terrain [-] kilometers west of Sheffield was scattered in front of him, and the red and blue dots representing the enemy and us were distributed in their respective positions. , the young major general frowned slightly, tapped his fingertips on the table, and clicked somewhere on the map after some thought: "The second infantry company is sent here..."

All the officers present looked at each other, and quickly followed the direction of his finger. The staff officers called up the information of the second company, compared the situation of the two sides, and quickly discussed the decisions made by their commanders. Once half of them passed, the order would be issued immediately issued.

Gu Shaofeng withdrew his hand, and a drop of blood fell from his palm to the projection screen and fainted with his movements. Adjutant Wang was stunned, and quickly held his hand and bandaged him, comforting him: "The air force on the aircraft carrier has already taken over. After receiving the order, I am rushing to support as quickly as possible. Commander, please rest assured that things may not be as bad as you imagined. After all, Ye Zhen is the descendant of the military god Ye Huangming, and logically speaking, nothing will happen. ..."

"I know he has skills, but he never said, nor did he show that he can control fighter jets," Gu Shaofeng said hoarsely, "not to mention he was injured..." Ye Zhen was injured on his shoulder, and then Seeing that he insisted on forcing him to submit last night, Gu Shaofeng couldn't imagine how his sweetheart dragged on!broken!of!The body, in what state, was thrown onto the battlefield without any preparation!Thinking of this, he couldn't help regretting his impulsive willfulness to death.

If something happened to Ye Zhen because of his negligence and willfulness, not to mention that other people would come to him to settle accounts, Gu Shaofeng himself would not be able to forgive himself. to accompany him...

"Ye Zhen is most likely on a fighter jet of the third company..." Gu Shaofeng stood up and made up his mind: "Staff Zhang went to the logistics department of the third company to get the repair report, and I have to go to the front line in person .”

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"Boom—" Someone who was dozens of kilometers away was unaware of the heart-piercing staged in the base. With a movement of his thin white little finger, another enemy plane was shot down, and it landed rumbling below. in the green valley.

Uncle Bing stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, and took advantage of the gap to stretch his hand to the side: "Do you have tissues?"

"Uh, uh..." Song Zhitian responded blankly, rummaging around in the small cockpit of the fighter for a long time, and finally found an unopened package in the corner, quickly tore it open, and handed it out respectfully go up.

Uncle Bing took over, wiped his mouth clean with two folds, put the paper towel stained with tomato juice back into Mr. Air Force's hand, locked on the next enemy plane, and pushed the brake gear to the front again.

Song Zhitian stared wide-eyed at the enemy plane being chased and crashed into his own people in a panic. With a loud noise, the two enemy planes hugged each other and fell, looking completely relieved. It took him a long time to find himself Voice: "You, your acceleration frequency is too high, too high... The instructor said that it is not easy to control, and the accident rate will be high..."

Ye Zhen said "ah", but the movements of his hands did not decrease at all: "This kind of thing is relative," he explained in a gentle voice: "What caused the accident? It is immature ability. If your The brain, eyesight, hearing and hand speed are fully capable of this speed, so no matter how high the speed is, it will not cause danger, especially the battlefield, which is a place full of randomness, don't be trapped by rules."

"Also, missiles can be used like this..."

Song Zhitian stared closely at every movement of the man sitting in the driver's seat, as if he wanted to imprint every flick of his finger deeply in his mind, and his eyes became more fanatical, almost pious.