[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

The Zhao family's house is quite big, it can even be said that it occupies one-sixth of the villa area.

Although the Zhao family is very frugal, as the business of the pharmaceutical company grows bigger and bigger, they have to travel all over the place, and it is like a festival for the family to sit down and have dinner—and getting a plane is also an expected choice.

The location of the helicopter was a little far away, and Zhao Qingyu couldn't find the key to the battery van, so he simply took the six or seven people to the back garden.

Hu Fei stood by his side along the way, explaining to him about what happened in a leisurely manner.

In fact, Qingyu himself understands the concept of time travel, but he is not willing to believe it.

But even if he didn't believe it right now, he couldn't find any basis to refute it.

Liu Xi followed behind the two of them slowly, and suddenly came forward to sniff twice.

He could smell the faint scent of perfume and cigarettes on the side of the child's hair.

I'm afraid I didn't have time to wash it off.

"Have you learned to smoke?"

Zhao Qingyu froze, looked back at him, and forced a smile.

"It's not like it." Liu Xi lowered his head and sniffed again: "This perfume brand doesn't look like what your classmates would wear."

Zhao Qingyu was well-behaved, and she didn't have many small calculations in her mind, she just said honestly: "I was taken to a nightclub last night."

Liu Zi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"...Two glasses of DIO." The boy lowered his head and whispered, "Grape flavored."

In the next second, several adults couldn't help but muffled laughter.

They all went to nightclubs secretly and drank drinks, which is really their duty.

That thing is the same as sugar water, and it is an exaggeration to say that it is an alcoholic drink.

"Not drunk?" Liu Xi took a look at his mental state, and said solemnly: "If something goes wrong with you later, the two of us will have to go to hell together, understand."

"By the way...our helicopter is not too big, and it can seat four people." The boy glanced at the people behind him again: "What Uncle Qian means is that you want to take a plane to see the nearby landforms? Then Are the cameras ready?"

Hu Fei raised his hands, motioning him to look at the SLR and camera.

At that time, Lao Zhao bought the latest K-92 multi-engine helicopter with a market price of about 5000 million.

Silver blue streamlined bullet front end, full leather ivory white interior, and the faint fragrance of orris inside.

Thinking about it, airplanes and sports cars are the darlings of men, and they are well maintained.

Several other people showed slightly surprised expressions, Liu Xi only glanced at it, but didn't respond.

The apron is quite spacious, and there is a gas station next to the apron in the distance, where aviation-specific 'JETA' kerosene is stored underground.

"How many times is enough?"

"It can run more than 2000 kilometers. My dad just replenished the oil depot some time ago." Zhao Qingyu found a spare key from the wisteria flower rack next to her, and turned to look at Liu Xi: "Let's go?"

"By the way... how long has it been since you got your private jet license?" Hu Fei actually didn't dare to go up, he only had one life, and if this kid got into trouble, he couldn't escape in the sky.

"45 hours of guided flight, 50 hours of solo flight," Zhao Qingyu yawned and said, "If you don't dare, change someone."

Hu Fei was guessed by him, coughed dryly and walked up the escalator.

It's just that the steps are a little trembling.

Liu Xi and Qian Fan obviously both had experience, and they fastened their seat belts without the child's teaching.

Hu Fei glanced at the three of them a little uneasy, but still sullenly fixed the seat belts in an imitative manner.

Zhao Qingyu sat alone in the main pilot's seat, glanced at the empty seat on the right, and missed her father a little bit.

He actually wanted Liu Xi to sit next to him just now, even if he couldn't help much, he felt more at ease in his heart.

"Let me sit here." Liu Xi suddenly released the buckle with a snap, and walked down sideways: "Go and open the door on the side of the co-pilot—I'll show you the way later."

"……it is good."

Several other melon-eaters sat under the vine shelf not far away, whispering about whether the four of them would be able to return.

Zhao Qingyu collected herself, put on the earphones, and began to check the data on the two-screen dashboard.

Liu Xi sat beside him quietly, without making any sound.

The helicopter slowly turned its propellers, and after a while, it circled up and headed due north.

The scenery outside the window began to recede and shrink, and the two big men sitting behind were lying on the left and right beside the window, watching the nearby scenery with full attention.

"Everything has changed." Qian Fan murmured, "Let's not talk about the nearby counties and cities, there is not a single high-rise building or landmark nearby..."

Zhao Qingyu manipulated the remote control stick, concentrated on looking at the various data on the display screen, and only briefly glanced at the completely different ground environment, and sighed softly in her heart.

Liu Xi turned sideways to confirm that Hu Fei was taking photos for drawing maps, then glanced at the calm-looking child, and asked curiously, "Why are you so young and want to learn to fly?"

"Because Dad wants me to learn to control my emotions."

"Ok?"

Zhao Qingyu confirmed whether the orientation was accurate, and her eyes were still looking at the dashboard: "Flying a plane is different from driving a car. The remote control stick is much more sensitive."

There will be a linkage reaction with the slight manipulation of the fingers, and when the plane starts to shake and bump, the heart will also rise and fall.

"I used to like to cry very much, and I was always in a panic when encountering things." His voice was very flat, probably because he was concentrating on driving, so he didn't show other emotions: "My father took me to , from flying with him to flying the plane by himself.”

When learning the use of the joystick and the hovering technique of the helicopter, once the operation is wrong, the plane will even roll in the air.

Although Zhao Qingyu's appearance hasn't changed much these years, and he is a quiet boy when he goes out, in fact, the introversion and cowardice in his heart have faded a lot.

Listening to the few of them chatting one after another, Liu Xi suddenly remembered something: "How far can this plane fly?"

"The round trip can't exceed [-] kilometers." Zhao Qingyu looked into the distance and suddenly gasped, "There seems to be a city in front?"

He saw several rivers passing by, vaguely three cities connected together.

"Go down a little bit." Liu Xi moved closer: "Hu Fei?"

"Shooting."

"This is probably the three cities of Yangzhou that the old man was talking about." Qian Fan sat up straighter, and suddenly remembered something: "I'm afraid the roar of this plane will be heard by the people below."

"What are you afraid of?" Liu Xi observed the surrounding environment, and went straight to the point: "They don't have linked group transportation, and the main traffic routes are all dirt roads, and there are no high-rise air-controlling buildings."

"It's not just hundreds of years ago, at least 1000 years ago," Qian Fan said with a frown. "At least a few hundred years ago, there was a Grand Theater observation tower, and electric lights and trams should have been built."

"It's really troublesome." Liu Zi stroked his chin and signaled Zhao Qingyu to drive down, regardless of what the people below thought: "Old Qian, are you really planning to knock this place down?"

"Have you seen the vast expanse of fields and Zhuangzi?" Qian Fan pressed his face against the window and said intently, "There are only two things that need to be done right now."

"Rebuild the information exchange network, and prepare for war."

"You have to think about it," Liu Xi said unhurriedly, "It's easy to take down this city, but the rest will be troublesome."

"With a dozen of them in Yangzhou City, let alone the aborigines inside, the nomads who come to harass us from the north, we will take care of them all."

Director Qian grinned, leaned over and lay down next to his leather chair: "I said Liu Zhen, I have a trick."

He blinked, showing a sly look: "If you remove the solar power panels of all the street lights, and the solar power panels of several communities in this town, maybe it can be used temporarily."

Liu Xun was writing down the surrounding situation with a notebook, and said without raising his head, "And then?"

"After the city is taken down, their coal and oil can be requisitioned to generate electricity."

He didn't give Liu Xi time to interject, and snapped his fingers as if to remind him, his voice was a little lower: "Then, is the high-voltage power grid stronger, or the nomad's horseshoe stronger?"

High voltage - grid?

Liu Xi was only stunned for a second, and his thoughts quickly followed: "You mean to use Yangzhou City as a wall to protect Jiangyin?"

"That's right." Qian Fan's speech speed also became faster: "After Yangzhou City is taken down, it will be our city wall and resource supply station, and our town must restore energy and communication as soon as possible, and then expand south."

"To—south?"

There was light in his eyes, like an old wolf that had been tired for a long time came out of the darkness and was ready to hunt.

"Liu Xi, in this strange place, we only have two ways to go."

"Or, annex others, develop our technology and modern products, and plunder more resources and living space."

"Or, be attacked by the north and the south, and finally die in the hands of one side, and use a big fire to burn all the technology and wisdom after thousands of years."

The propellers of the helicopter were still roaring, and the two looked at each other without speaking for a while.

"Yes." Liu Xi smiled helplessly, and casually rubbed Zhao Qingyu's soft hair.

"From the very beginning, we never had a choice."

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