A JJ-6 flew over the field, and Li Zhan followed it with his eyes until it reached a very far place, watching as it slowly climbed up, and soon turned into tiny dots until it was almost invisible.

Overlooking the flat flight area, the main runway, the taxiway, the emergency landing strip, the parallel highway, and then the neatly leafless woods further in the distance.

It's a cloudless sky, the sun is just right, and there are few clouds.

The wind direction is 170 degrees and the wind speed is 3 meters per second.

The normal pressure in this field is 760.

The temperature is 12 degrees Celsius.

A good flying day.

Along the taxiway in front of the arched hangar, Li Zhan was dressed in combat attire and holding a flight helmet in his right hand. He strode forward with his head held high, but his heart was filled with uneasiness and disappointment. He stopped at No. 3 shed. Two new trainees were in their thirties.

No. 7 JJ-7 poses for photos in the nose position.

"Brother!"

When the student who was photographed giving a thumbs up saw Li Zhan, he was pleasantly surprised. He quickly grabbed the student who was playing with the camera, ran over with them, and stood at attention to salute.

Li Zhan returned the greeting and moved his gaze from fuselage No. 37 to the two new students who were very excited and flushed with excitement, "What are you doing?"

"Take a photo with the war eagle and send it home!" New student A said excitedly.

New Student B stared at the 13 cents on Li Zhan's shoulder, then looked at his own red epaulettes, his eyes full of envy, and said, "Brother, take a photo with War Eagle before you leave!"

Looking at these two bright smiling faces, Li Zhan's heart stopped for no reason.

Wasn't it the same for me a year ago?

"Okay." Li Zhan agreed, walked to the nose of No. 37 and stood still.

The camera freezes, and he takes the last photo with his mobile phone No. 37, which has been with him for a year, in the winter in the North.

"Treat her well."

The new student nodded excitedly, "Yes! Senior brother!"

Seeing no importance in their eyes, Li Zhan said solemnly, "She has served for fifteen years and trained 101 pilots, including seven generals and seven martyrs. Remember, she is a hero.

."

The two new students stared at War Eagle No. 37 in awe.

Slowly raising his hand to salute the war eagle, Li Zhan suppressed the sourness in his nose and said softly, "Old man, take care."

Looking at Li Zhan's retreating figure, the two new students unanimously saluted him from a distance.

New student B asked, "Do you know him?"

"You have also seen his photo hanging on the honor wall in the base's honor room." New student A said solemnly.

…

A two-plane formation of J-7s flew by. Although it did not exceed the speed of sound, the sharp roar produced by the WP-7B jet engine operating at full load still made people feel uncomfortable.

The rookies are in the sky, and the veterans are having their last carnival.

After two years of preparatory school and two years of flight school, I graduated. I came to this training base and flew for a whole year. Finally, my wings became hardened. I had to leave with unavoidable sadness and reluctance. In the winter morning, the sunshine was still very comfortable.

My mood didn't get better.

How difficult it has been along the way. When I think back to it now, the corner of my mouth can't help but curl up. After rounds of eliminations, I finally got the "acceptance to fly certificate". I should be happy. Among the same batch of students who were recruited, there were many who were halfway through the process.

I was dismissed, and due to various reasons, I switched to the ground handling major. Only a small number of people could make it to the end. So it was difficult.

It's just yesterday's anomaly that made Li Zhan lose his mood and make him feel uneasy.

The trainees of the same period left the training base yesterday and went to various combat units. In a few months, they will become fighter pilots who can independently fly the War Eagle to perform missions. But there was no name for him, so the political commissar of the base asked him to gather in the briefing room today.

He didn't know what happened.

At the same time, the political commissar's office in the base's administrative building was engaged in heated exchanges of words. The base's political commissar Chen stood behind his desk with his hands behind his back, his expression ugly. He faced the air force colonel who was sitting upright, with a gentle face and a smile.

.The depressive atmosphere comes from Political Commissar Chen.

"Chief of Staff Fang! You are making things difficult for me!" Political Commissar Chen glared at the Air Force Colonel, "Your Second Division is so talented. You can't recruit any kind of soldiers, so you have to come to me to poach people!"

As he spoke, his anger started to rise again. He picked up the documents on the table and threw them down, saying, "Except for Li Zhan, you can pick whatever you want here. I promise to handle the procedures for you without saying a word!"

Fang Chenghe, the chief of staff of the Second Division, smiled and pressed his hand, saying, "Brother, Senior Brother Chen, don't be anxious. Sit down, sit down, sit down first."

It turns out that these two people were senior fellow students in the same college. Political Commissar Chen was one grade higher than Fang Chenghe. Both of them attended Peking University. Even their experiences in the first fifteen years were similar. Later, Political Commissar Chen graduated from military positions.

Transfer to a political position.

Fang Chenghe said, "Brother, let me tell you the truth. Before I came here, the division leader named this soldier. Everything else is easy to talk about. I must take this Li Zhan away."

"Fang Mazi, let me tell you the truth, this soldier has been reserved by Beikong, and the cadres who will receive the soldiers will live next to you. Everything is first come, first served. Don't be too barbaric in Guangkong!" Political Commissar Chen said angrily.

Fang Chenghe said angrily with a pockmarked face.

Undoubtedly, it is the most difficult for him to be caught in the middle. On the other hand, because the training base is in the north, even though it is directly under the Air Force Headquarters, it usually has to take care of the military region where it is located, which of course is towards Beikong. You Guangkong are on both sides.

Thousands of kilometers away, let alone a latecomer, even if you were the first, you still have to step aside and wait.

But Fang Chenghe looked confident. He said in a gentle voice, "Old Chen, if I didn't have this confidence, I wouldn't sit here and talk to you for a long time. I have to take this soldier away. I can't take him away.

No one can be taken away. Of course, unless he has personal ideas. If he is very determined and does not want to go to Guangkong, I will never force him. The Second Division does not want half-hearted soldiers."

"You speak better than you sing. He is a native of Xi County, where your Second Division headquarters is located. Who wouldn't want to serve close to home? Ask him for his opinion? Look at your generous and selfless face."

Political Commissar Chen was so angry that he pointed at Fang Chenghe's nose.

Fang Chenghe looked at the time, stood up, and said seriously, "Of course I will investigate and understand all the circumstances. Brother, I have to take people away today."

Political Commissar Chen sighed deeply, turned around and looked out the window. He was silent for a long time and said with emotion, "That's all the roots of the old aviation school. You can dig some and he can dig some. I can't keep anyone."

Crazy Liu promised before he left that Li Zhan would be retained. He has great potential to become an excellent instructor. After more than 20 years of conversion to a flight training base, only seven people have entered the Air Force talent pool, and Li Zhan is the seventh.

.I want to keep him, but unfortunately I don’t have the ability.”

There is a feeling of helpless loneliness between the words.

Fang Chenghe slowly put away his smile and sighed deeply, "Brother, times are changing. It is inevitable to reform the current training model, and the determination from the top is also great. Rather than letting the best people stay behind, it is better to let go

Go to the front and play a greater role. As for Madman Liu, he can't even protect himself, so you can tell him not to worry about it."

Political Commissar Chen turned around, glanced at Fang Chenghe coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Give me an hour and I'll talk to him."

"No problem, I'll wait for you at the guest house to bring the people and procedures." Fang Chenghe said confidently, saluted Political Commissar Chen, and left neatly.

This is the briefing room. Li Zhan is sitting where he has been for a year, facing the window and looking at the flight area. He wears a winter flight suit, a black flight jacket-style cotton coat that is a little bulky but very warm. A white flight helmet is just like that.

Putting it on his right thigh and pressing it with his right hand, the red star in the center of the front of the helmet shone brightly in the sun.

Political Commissar Chen strode in, and Li Zhan stood up and turned around to salute.

He was a young man with an angular face, a pair of piercing eyes beneath his sword-shaped brows, and his tightly pursed lips, indicating that all the muscles in his body were on standby.

In return, Political Commissar Chen said, "You no longer have a training mission, why are you dressed for combat?"

"Report! I never enter the briefing room in non-combat attire!" Li Zhan replied.

The briefing room is also the combat readiness room, where pilots make their last stop before flying. They receive their missions, bring their equipment, and are either taken to the plane by the commuter bus, or run directly to the plane, and then take off, roaring to training.

airspace or mission airspace.

"Just like Crazy Liu, they are both fucking stubborn!"

"Sit down." Political Commissar Chen pointed at Li Zhan, but he stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at Li Zhan, "Do you know why I left you alone?"

Li Zhan was angry and cursed, if I had known, I would have been a political commissar, "Report, I don't know!"

"The south side wants you by name." Political Commissar Chen said, "But I still want to listen to your opinion."

Li Zhan was suddenly startled, "South? Guangkong?"

"Yeah." Political Commissar Chen nodded slightly.

"I looked at your file and found that your hometown is in Nangang West County, where the elite Second Division of the China Broadcasting Air Force is stationed. But if you stay in Beikong, you will have access to new domestically produced fighters." Political Commissar Chen said solemnly,

"The party committee of the college and the party committee of the training base thought about it and finally decided to listen to your opinion."

The academy and training base have a say in the students' whereabouts.

Li Zhan understands that in principle, trainees will not be assigned to their place of origin. This rule is the same as that of other military services and has been in effect for decades. The leader is not worried because of this, but to remind Li Zhan that you are

Pilots trained in the north, I hope you will take the initiative to stay in the north.

Therefore, there is an obvious signal that Guangkong's important personnel are destined to be obtained. Unless the students personally put forward their opinions, then the college and the base can grasp that "in principle, students will not be assigned back to their home units."

reasons to reject Guangkong’s request.

Does a mere rookie deserve such attention?

worth.

Because Li Zhan is the best among this batch of students!

The first one to fly solo;

The first takeoff and landing was completed perfectly;
To be continued...