When I stood there, my memory had irregular layers of fractures, as if a terrible distant picture was unfolding around me. But as I observed, this concrete picture turned into a picture in gray time.

Isolated points have no shape and are chaotic, nested in loops without end...

My brain seemed to have experienced a major blow, so much so that it took me dozens of minutes to muster the courage to contact the by-product of the cyclic folding of my brain—that absurd, deformed, and terrifying memory.

Fortunately, at the moment when I finally found the right words to describe this memory, I found my own memory again, as if I had picked up a book called "The Life of Marcus" and recited the words familiarly but unfamiliarly.

, review old experiences.

"Huh...yes...this is a side effect of the dream spell..."

I calmed my breathing that may not exist, and slowly became familiar with the feeling of an unfamiliar memory in my brain.

But specifically that's not memory.

This is a memory that is played over and over again in the sleeper's brain. After layers of deletions and reconstruction, the information has been dismembered and encrypted beyond recognition. Under normal circumstances, only the sleeper himself can read and understand it.

As a beginner in dreaming, and also my first experience in passive dreaming, my brain is not able to use advanced techniques to analyze and filter out the ice floes and debris in Kay's dream sea, so the chaotic data is scary.

, dizziness, sudden contact, even inability to handle or even brain death.

But for me, this kind of dream information pollution is still too easy compared to ghost brainwashing. Besides, Father Hook also taught me how to use lucid dreams to observe the battle situation.

Although I don’t know why I fell into another such an unstable dream after coaxing Kay to wake up, I know that this situation is more often a protective measure. If I suddenly realize myself at this moment and repeatedly emphasize the abnormality, it will be strong.

If I resist this dream, I will be kicked out as a foreign object, and I will even fall into a deeper dream turmoil, never to wake up again...

"Okay...calm down...the first step is to find a time machine..."

Along with the unreliable thoughts, I slowly accepted the wash of the tide of memory, and gradually opened my eyes...

…………

Judging from the shaking cabin environment and the clouds floating in front of the eyes outside the window, this is a heavy-duty transport aircraft with a large capacity inside.

The cabin was empty. The parachute bags had been removed from their designated positions and piled haphazardly in the corner. There were also several half-open boxes of military supplies. The name of the eastern city of Caldwell Military Factory was printed in black ink on the crates.

I walked through the empty cabin, like a ghost, passed directly through the locked cockpit door, and stood behind the pilot of this heavy transport aircraft, but no one noticed or expressed surprise.

Because to me, this is just a dream.

The captain at the helm at this time had a face full of unkempt stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, but his expression was slightly excited. He had a cigar in his mouth, judging from the ash scattered on the cabin floor.

, this behavior has been going on for a long time.

There was a young man sitting in the co-pilot's seat. He was wearing a military uniform and a military badge with an exemplary cautious attitude. While one eye was fixed on the flashing data on the dashboard, the other eye was peeking at the car beside the seat.

The glass adjusts the perfect angle of the military cap from time to time.

"Don't look at the green head. Even if you use the damn hat to scratch your head and bleed, the rank of private will not add any color."

The captain suddenly spoke, startling the young man who was immersed in narcissism, and then retorted: "Then... do you want to light the plane with a cigar? Old smoker, I just want to stay away from you!"

If this window could be opened, I could not wait to stick my head out!"

The old smoker who flew the plane was obviously experienced in many battles. He had long lost his sense of this unthinking and strange aura. Instead, he took out a cigar from his pocket, put it to his nose and sniffed intoxicatedly.

"Young Tou Qing, what do you know! You can't buy this kind of high-quality goods on the black market in ordinary times! I would rather blow my lungs through than smoke one less!"

He took a long puff with happiness on his face, weighed the unsmoked cigar in his hand, and then put it back in his pocket with great care.

Seeing that the young man was still looking disdainful, the old smoker patted the rough cigar box next to him and said with a bad smile: "Do you think I am a fool for asking for two boxes of cigars? You are the only smart person who proposes promotion.

?”

Nantouqing took off his hat and pointed to the military rank on his shoulder unconvincingly: "Old smoker, after you finish smoking these cigars, you have to go back and smoke your rotten vegetable leaf-flavored Mahe cigarettes. And I became a non-commissioned officer.

I can get at least fifteen pounds more salary every year!”

Hearing this, the old smoker smiled evilly and took a puff of smoke, continuing to pollute the air, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

"Let's see."

Nantouqing took the piece of paper with some disgust, as if trying hard not to think about what was wrapped in this piece of paper, and subconsciously asked: "What are you looking at?"

The old smoker leaned back.

"Remember, I am the captain and you are the co-pilot. Of course this is a combat order."

Nantouqing frowned and opened the paper. I curiously stepped forward to look at it and found that there was only a short line of words on it.

"Look for the sunken location of the aircraft codenamed K-8, stick to salvage and wait for instructions."

It is followed by a string of latitude and longitude numbers.

Nantouqing handed back the piece of paper and asked casually: "I probably guessed this is the order. When the flight battle with you begins, aren't we looking for things every day? The day before yesterday, we also rescued a submarine whose sonar cabin caught fire.

"

But the old smoker shook his head: "Do you think this first-class private is a promotion for your accumulated military merit? Hehe, I think this is not an ordinary search and salvage. I didn't remember it when I took the mission, but I suddenly remembered it after setting off.

Well, the veteran told me the story of the K-type aircraft..."

Nantouqing asked doubtfully: "What story?"

Seeing the young man's interest, the old smoker got a little excited. He blew out a puff of cigar smoke and choked the young man who had forgotten to be on guard when he approached. Then he burst out laughing quite viciously.

"Hahaha... When I was as old as you, I followed the veterans on the route. They were all soldiers who had been rotated from the front line, and most of them had some nagging war syndrome, and they didn't know what to say.

of."

"One time during a casual chat, a veteran told me that fighter planes should never get close to storm clouds - no matter how far above the troposphere, they should never get close to it."

Nantouqing said disdainfully: "These people probably haven't studied. As long as they enter the stratosphere, the storm will not affect the fighter planes at all. Is it possible that they will modify the flight route without authorization because the storm blocks the road?"

The old smoker lowered his head to look at the instrument panel and said while operating: "Then I don't know. But you have to know that an old pilot like me has seen some things that are difficult to explain. For example, being too close to a storm

Have you ever heard of encountering a swarm of flying sharks? A pilot once encountered one over the southern sea. According to his description, there were at least hundreds of sharks flying in the sky at that time, which was very dangerous..."

Nantouqing looked at him with disgust: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

The old smoker said sternly: "I'm not lying to you. These sharks were not swept up by the wind, but a group of sharks kept swimming in one direction together, forming a whirlpool, and then the various conditions in extreme weather were superimposed to form sharks.

Tornadoes, this is a real phenomenon!”

Now not only was Nantouqing's attitude shaken, but I was also looking at him in bewilderment.

Damn it, why does this statement sound reasonable...could it be true?

Nantouqing asked for me: "...Is this really happening?"

The old smoker nodded heavily and said: "It's absolutely true! As for how this pilot escaped from the sharks, I don't know, because when he was about to say it, I woke up from my dream... Hahaha

, you won’t believe it! No, no, no!”

...Is this man related to Father Carter by blood? If I knew how to do the Arhat Boxing, I would throw this guy out of the plane now.

After he breathlessly laughed at the young man for a long time, the old smoker finally regained his breath and said to the angry young man: "I won't tease you anymore... Hahaha, what the veteran told me at the beginning was,

If you get too close to the eye of the storm in the open sea, it is easy to encounter mysterious aircraft. They will follow the aircraft like ghosts, and they will not be able to get rid of them no matter how high the speed is, until they crash..."

Nantouqing didn't believe it at all this time, so he walked out of the cab, arranged his clothes in the cabin, and admired his military uniform.

The old smoker raised his voice a bit, trying to persuade him to stay: "Don't go, listen to me...I really didn't lie to you this time! This is based on real evidence! The veteran said that the Morden rebels wanted to stop the government.

During the military offensive, a combat deployment called 'Plan Dome' was formulated in an attempt to create a large number of unmanned aerial vehicles to monopolize the air. This plan was captured by the combat troops during the attack on the base camp and cannot be faked!"

Nantouqing thought for a while, "I know this plan, but the 'Dome Project' lacked material supplies and collapsed under the siege of the federal army. How could the rebel factory still persist until now."

The old smoker said dissatisfied: "Those are all appearances! The veteran told me that in addition to the plan written by Morden, they also hid another plan, which was executed by the mysterious Ptolemaic troops in the rebel army! The purpose of this plan

The purpose is to create a large unmanned bomber group numbered with the letter K, carrying a hydrogen bomb with a large yield to form a flying circle, and pursue the enemy! Once the government forces dare to get close, they will detonate the hydrogen bomb to cause a range of damage, and everyone will be destroyed!"

In order to frighten the young man with the sensational story, he quickly reacted: "Your story is wonderful, but I found a flaw! If there really is such a bombing formation, how did we win the war completely?

"

The old smoker also said hesitantly: "There were too many miracles in the war years, such as the PF team, right? According to the veterans, before these K-shaped aircraft were loaded and took off, the R&D base was involved in an unprecedented storm.

Here, the Ptolemaic troops disappeared..."

"No one knows whether the hydrogen bombs were equipped there as planned, and how many aircraft were actually loaded and ready for flight. Veterans just said that in the following decades, old guys often claimed to have seen these legendary K

The word unmanned bomber. Decades later, those weird-looking aircraft will still emerge from the eye of the storm, chasing their prey like strange eagles. And at the moment of flying side by side, you can still see disturbing lights flashing in the cabin.

Dark red light..."

The sky in the distance is gradually getting darker, and it is already dusk on one side. The darkness in the empty cabin gradually spreads, with an expressive silence, covering a layer of veil. The red indicator light used to illuminate the cabin, at this moment

They all look a bit ferocious...

After the old smoker said this, he stopped with some lingering fear, as if he had returned to his youth again, being frightened by the strange stories of the veterans in the cabin and unable to sleep all night long.

He took two puffs, but found that the cigar he was holding had been extinguished, so he had to free his hand to stroke the lighter, and took out a new cigar from his pocket, ready to cut it elegantly with cigar scissors.

Nantouqing also returned to his seat absentmindedly, and the two of them fell into a subtle calm at the moment.

He took off his hat for the first time and placed it squarely on his knees. Only then did I notice that a thin line of sweat broke out on his forehead in the chilly air.

Nantouqing sat down in the passenger seat, glanced at the dusk outside the window, and then glanced at the dashboard, a look of astonishment suddenly flashed on his face.

He rubbed his eyes, seemed to confirm repeatedly in disbelief, and finally pushed the old smoker tremblingly, ignoring the other's anger that almost dropped the cigar, and looked at the radar screen with a tone of horror!

"Old...old smoker! At six o'clock...there is something approaching us quickly! Climb quickly! It's about to hit!!!"

Before I finished speaking, I was in the cabin and saw a huge shadow shrouding the cab through the window on the side of the cab.
Chapter completed!