pilot and star

Dai Sizhou has always been calm, quick in thinking, calmed down, and his thinking ability has returned to [-]% to [-]% of usual.He is a pilot, and he is Dai Sizhou.

He very clearly remembered two nights ago, that is, in the late night of July in the 30th year of the Republic of China, he was writing letters on the mottled elm desk, and a light green lotus leaf lamp was lit on the desk, which was not very bright, like The dizzy eyes of the opium-smoking elders I saw in the past.

He is a Chinese American who grew up in Guangdong when he was a child. Later, due to years of turbulence in the domestic political situation, and his grandfather was a high-ranking official in the late Qing Dynasty, his parents let him go to the United States with his grandfather for safety reasons.

When Dai Sizhou was in college, the world situation became more unpredictable. Germany, Italy, and Japan began to form an alliance, and a world-class war against the evil forces of Germany, Italy, and Japan was about to break out.

He enrolled in the Air Force Academy with enthusiasm in college, and after completing his studies, he served as a member of a private employment organization to support the Republic of China, and as a squadron leader, he taught at the Central Aviation Academy.

He was in pajamas, his Air Force uniform hung neatly on a wooden hanger beside his bed, and as a squadron leader he had his own quarters.

He was meditating on the past, bright and dark lights cast on his face, the outline of his face was cut like a western plaster statue, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

He has a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes and a high bridge of nose, but there is very little smile on his face, and his thin lips are even more reticent.

Even if he was bent over his desk, he could still feel that he was lean and sharp, and his cross-like shoulders seemed to be born to suffer.

In the middle of writing, he looked out of the window. The scenery in the remnant night was the same as usual, but the moon was extraordinarily large, like a sun without temperature. It was inexplicably related to the harshness of the wilderness outside, so that he could clearly see the mountain city in the dormitory on the third floor Not far away, the shocking broken walls and broken mountains and rivers spread in front of our eyes.

It's the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar again.He continued to write, knowing very well that this might be the last letter in his life—he was rewriting his suicide note.

His heart is very peaceful, because this is destined, his sacrifice, either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, one day.He understood and accepted it, since the day he came to the Central Aviation School to support him from the United States.

On that day, the sun was shining brightly, and white flowers were shining on the black earth. He walked to the door and saw the spiritual stone of the Central Aviation School: "Our bodies, planes and bombs shall perish together with the enemy's warships!"

He stood in front of the school motto, concentrating on it, not regret or fear, but the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.

This is the only school motto in the world, revealing the despair of a weak and small nation. The only hope of this nation is young people like them. The old Great Wall is useless. It has been built for 2000 years and cannot stop the enemy. The new Great Wall is their blood and flesh.

The sky has always been a battlefield of life and death. Since Japan launched the Zero fighter, the airspace has been completely suppressed. They migrate like wildebeest in Africa, and never return on the way to find the "Garden of Eden" with abundant water and grass;

But it is more like the tenacious monarch butterfly. Facing the cruelest environment, a small migration takes one generation after another, and it takes many generations to complete it, but it is also determined.

He was ready to be a bridge to the unattainable dawn of the possible coming of the country.

The suicide note was written to his junior student Lin Piaofeng. He thought of Lin Piaofeng's transfer to the Central Aviation School, and the moment he saw him at the school gate with a frank and innocent smile, his heart softened.

He was particularly ashamed that he was transferred to the Central Aviation School for his own reasons. He was just a child, although most of the comrades around him were just older children. Dai Sizhou couldn't help but smile.

In fact, I am only 25 years old, but I always feel that I am young and old, and everyone looks like a child, and I have an obligation to take care of them.

"My dear friend Piaofeng, if you read this suicide note, then I have already passed away. It is the responsibility of our generation to be born in this era and sacrifice for this country.

The times have made demands on me, and I have done it, so you don't have to feel guilty.It's just that my parents will be sad, help me take care of my parents.

You asked me before, will the world be good in the future?My answer now is: definitely will.

Because there are young people like us all over the world.If you are lucky, I hope that in 100 years or 1000 years, we will meet in that farther and calmer world. "

In fact, there is nothing more I want to write. Their suicide notes are all like this, just a few words. After getting used to death, they become silent, and feel some noble glory in the silence.

I vaguely heard the cry of a child, which was especially clear in the silent night. It must be that a child woke up from hunger, and then cried with other children. Keep your voice down, and the child will fall asleep again when he is tired from crying.

The ups and downs of insects and frogs kept ringing in the corner of Powahan Kiln, which reminded him of his happy childhood. He was born in a family of Zhongming Dingshi. After the end of the late Qing Dynasty, his grandfather retired from his official position in Guangdong. I run more than a dozen Chinese medicine shops, so when I think of the strong and cool smell of Chinese medicine such as angelica on the tip of my nose when I was a child.

When he was a child, he studied with his grandfather, and one day his grandfather read Cao Zhi's "White Horse Chapter": he sacrificed his life to go to the national disaster, and saw death as if he had returned home.

There were inexplicable tears in his eyes, because he had never seen his grandfather cry, and he remembered it very vividly. Later, he secretly told his parents, who were stunned, and carefully explained a lot to him.

His parents immediately decided to send him to the United States to stay away from right and wrong.Thinking about it now is like a lifetime away.

He put the suicide note in an envelope and wrapped it up, and his mood became more peaceful. He fell asleep on the chair and had a short dream.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, I was awakened by the rapid sound of the radio: "I received the alarm, the enemy army is about to attack in half an hour, and the brothers of the 24th Squadron are ready to meet the enemy."

Dai Sizhou stood up immediately, put on his uniform decisively, put on his air force cap and goggles and ran out.

His brethren have also finished dressing up, all with solemn faces, rushing to their fighter jets.

When I saw him, I greeted him: "Captain..." I wondered why he was going in this direction today.

Dai Sizhou walked to the Lin Piaofeng bomber. The Hawker fighter jets purchased from the United States had been exhausted. Now it was an I-152 fighter jet from the Soviet Union. Lin Piaofeng, who was dressed in an air force uniform, also arrived. When he saw Dai Sizhou, he immediately saluted : "Senior..."

Dai Sizhou said coldly: "This time I will take your place."

Lin Piaofeng said in surprise: "No..."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is an order!" Dai Sizhou opened the cockpit, turned around and said to Lin Piaofeng who was standing upright beside him, "Heal well, and you can replace me next time, knowing that you are not afraid of death, there are plenty of opportunities."

In fact, they all know that the current air battle is a battle with extremely different strengths, but they still have to fly over to meet the enemy without hesitation, because as long as they fly up, the country still has hope.

Lin Piaofeng still had a bandage on his left hand, and his movements were not very flexible.His eyes were red, he wanted to say something, and he seemed to know that it was useless to say anything, Dai Sizhou's decision was irreversible.

Dai Sizhou took out the written letter and handed it to him.Lin Piaofeng quickly and solemnly took it, Dai Sizhou waved him away, and jumped into the cockpit by stepping on the wing.

Lin Piaofeng couldn't resist the captain's order, and stepped aside silently.With a look of despair, he saw his teammates' fighter planes gliding on the runway one by one, flying high into the sky, knowing that most of them would never come back.

They were ordered to intercept the enemy. Since the new Japanese Zero fighter was born, it has almost won every battle. Even the U.S. headquarters found it incredible. They did not believe that East Asia had such a level of military manufacturing.

Over the past year, the enemy army has almost done whatever they want, and this is another indiscriminate bombing. The city has been notified in advance, and many people have already hid in the air-raid shelters, but there are still countless civilian casualties.

Zero fighter jets are extremely fast and have an excellent climb rate. They come as quickly as Haiyan, and their shortcomings can hardly be found.

Dai Sizhou had fought with them several times before, and suffered a great loss.In comparison, I am like driving a tractor in the air, and I am slower than the opponent when I shoot many times.

He saw a fighter jet rushing over from a higher place, and while avoiding it, he aimed to launch it, but saw three fighter jets of his team not far away were hit by countless bullets, caught fire and fell.

In the blink of an eye, he could see the aircraft number clearly, and immediately knew it was Liu Minzhi, Lin Feijiang, and Zhang Xiaozhang.Brothers who live together day and night are separated by yin and yang for a moment.

Dai Sizhou became ruthless, raised his knife and landed, and chased after the victory to knock down the enemy plane he hit. The other enemy planes saw that it could be hit, and three of them immediately surrounded him.

Dai Sizhou knew very well that he couldn't fight them. After all, he was too far behind in aircraft performance, so he tried to avoid and do a lot of rolls to reduce the enemy's accuracy, although there was no way to do it.

Another comrade's plane caught fire, and the cockpit caught fire. He had no time to make an emergency landing, and the flames instantly flooded his comrade's young face.

Dai Sizhou was in a daze, the oil tank had been pierced by an enemy plane not far away, the instrument panel was spinning wildly, and there was hot blood streaming down his face, he thought he had been shot, and felt that his vision was a little blurred Knowing that because of the high altitude pressure, his eyes were bleeding.

He quickly flew backwards, changing the direction of the blood flow, so as not to let the blood block his vision.

Seeing him retreating suddenly, the enemy soldiers were caught off guard for a moment, thinking that he was about to make a forced landing or find a chance to parachute.

Dai Sizhou surrounded his enemy planes, his instrument panel and the crumbling plane. He was determined and determined. He had already made a decision. He suddenly turned 180 degrees, stretched upwards, aimed at the enemy plane behind him, and killed an enemy. Unexpectedly.

He suddenly urged the fighter jet, fired wildly, and flew directly towards the opponent.

The air battle was originally like a duel between two people. They could even see each other's face clearly in their respective cockpits. Dai Sizhou saw that the other party was as young as himself, and the other party's face was shocked, and he also started to fight back frantically. The two enemy planes beside him He also shot at himself.

Dai Sizhou felt countless bullets hitting his plane, like a huge raindrop hitting through the weak iron sheet on the eaves.There were sharp pains in many parts of the body, and I didn't know if I had been shot.