Xiang Xiaoqiang has never flown in a small plane. Neither has Zhu Yourong.
The Osprey dive bomber has three seats. The first two are facing forward, one is the driver and the other is the bombardier; the third seat is facing rearward and is the machine gunner. The machine gunner has the best view and can see at the same time.
To the left, right and back. And because the machine guns and ammunition are to be placed, the space is relatively loose. So the best position was given to Zhu Yourong.
It's just that when the machine gunner shoots, he has to push open the canopy and stand up, then take out the machine gun and put it on a rack outside the cabin, and shoot backward while standing. Of course, this time there is no need to bring the machine gun and ammunition. There is no need to push open the canopy.
Enduring the cold wind, even the space where the machine gun was originally placed was freed up, giving Zhu Yourong room for his legs.
Both Zhu Yourong and Xiang Xiaoqiang put on thick flight suits, flight hats with oxygen masks and goggles, and parachute bags on their backs. Under the gaze of two rows of officers, they stepped on the ladder and climbed into the cockpit of the aircraft.
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Xiang Xiaoqiang turned around in the small cockpit and gave it a try. Fortunately, although it was small, it was not difficult to move around. Zhu Yourong climbed into the back row. Although he was very nervous, he still did not forget to stand in the cockpit.
Smiling and waving down.
The ace pilot in the front row was already sitting there, checking the dials for the last time. After greeting Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zhu Yourong, he checked the intercom system, which was the microphone in the mask.
"Can you hear me?"
Amidst the roar and vibration of the propeller, Xiang Xiaoqiang covered his mask and asked.
Both the pilot and Zhu Yourong replied, "I heard it."
Then Xiang Xiaoqiang quietly unplugged the phone plug, plugged it into another jack, and asked:
"Can you hear me?"
This time only Zhu Yourong answered "I can hear it".
Xiang Xiaoqiang was still uneasy and exclaimed:
"It's broken, my button fell into the cockpit!"
Zhu Yourong turned his head from behind and looked at him in confusion:
"What? Buttons?"
But the pilot in the front row still didn't react at all and was still checking the cockpit instrument panel.
Only then did Xiang Xiaoqiang truly believe that the "private channel" behind was okay. He turned around, smiled and shook his hand with Zhu Yourong, and plugged the plug back into the "public channel".
Down below, several pilots had already demonstrated to them how to use a parachute. Now the pilot inside the plane told them how to operate a parachute again.
A signal had been sent out from the terminal, and the twelve Kingfisher fighter jets on both sides of the runway began to launch one after another, roaring and climbing onto the runway, one after another, rushing into the distance, flying off the ground, and rising into the sky.
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After the last Kingfisher flew into the sky, the pilot of the Osprey stretched out his arm and made a thumbs-up gesture to the ground crew. This was a signal to prepare for takeoff.
Two ground crew members squatted down and pulled off the wooden blocks in front of the wheels under the strong wind. The Queen's plane began to stumble forward and climbed onto the runway.
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked up at the escort fighter jets circling in the sky, then looked at the empty and endless runway in front of him, and his heart beat nervously.
Although he has flown on a plane, it was a large plane with more than a dozen seats, and his eyes were all in the cabin. The same tension was definitely different when driving on the highway, sitting on a bus, and sitting on a motorcycle.
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Below the outside, there is a concrete runway that is passing by quickly. Outside the glass, the hangars and lawns on both sides are receding faster and faster. After a few seconds, it seems that the hills in the distance are also receding. At the same time, the vibration under the buttocks is getting faster and faster.
It became more and more intense, and I felt a huge force pushing my body against the backrest.
Ahead is the sky approaching.
Before he even flew into the sky, Xiang Xiaoqiang was extremely nervous.
However, at this time, an idea rushed into his mind... This was a good opportunity to hold hands with Zhu Yourong.
Xiang Xiaoqiang wanted to reach behind his hands, but hesitated. Is this too bold?
He closed his eyes and said to himself: If I am scared at this time, Zhu Yourong will be scared too, and since she is a girl, she will be even more scared... But she is the queen, and this status requires her to pretend not to be scared. She is so pitiful.
Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't hesitate anymore and stretched his right hand behind him to find Zhu Yourong's hand.
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However, what he never expected was that instead of finding his hand, he touched Zhu Yourong's thigh...and he felt it firmly.
Although he was separated by thick leather gloves and thick leather pants, Xiang Xiaoqiang could still feel that this was Zhu Yourong's thigh.
Not only did he feel that it was Zhu Yourong's thigh, but he also felt that her thigh was very tight and strong at this moment.
Except for this thought, Xiang Xiaoqiang's mind went blank. He didn't even know whether he should take his hand away.
I don't know how long it took - the plane had already left the ground anyway - Xiang Xiaoqiang felt Zhu Yourong's hand pick up his hand from his thigh, and then he didn't shake it away, but held it gently.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's mind gradually recovered, and he realized that he had broken out in a cold sweat. I don't know how much of the sweat was caused by flying on the plane, and how much was caused by Zhu Yourong.
...I finally held hands with Zhu Yourong! Although this hand-holding was separated by two layers of thick leather gloves...
Xiang Xiaoqiang changed the headphone plug to the "private channel", then calmed his mind and said:
"I...I didn't mean it just now..."
Zhu Yourong didn't say anything, and just said "hmm" softly.
Xiang Xiaoqiang said again:
"The pilot can't hear this line."
Zhu Yourong said "hmm" again and said nothing.
Xiang Xiaoqiang held hands with Zhu Yourong without letting go. After a while, both of them turned their heads and looked at the scene outside the cockpit.
Outside there were clouds and mist passing by from time to time, and fighter jets were flying far and near above, to the left, and to the right.
Below, there is a broad, mirror-like lake, reflecting the white clouds in the sky and the sunlight like golden scales.
This feeling is very comfortable and relaxing, which is very different from the nervousness and uneasiness I felt when taxiing for takeoff just now.
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The pilot in the front row turned around and waved, pointing downward.
Xiang Xiaoqiang quickly plugged the plug into the public channel and heard the pilot say:
"Your Majesty, Your Excellency, we have already flown over the battlefield. Those tanks and cars below are the Second Blue Division. The large group of people running in front are the Fourth Red Division."
Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zhu Yourong both stretched their heads and looked down greedily.
Sure enough, the ground below was like a military sandbox. On the farmland of different colors, many gray tanks and armored vehicles were moving "slowly" like a group of small beetles. There were also lights coming out one after another.
And white smoke. That's when they are firing.
But Xiang Xiaoqiang knows that while at high altitude it feels like they are "moving slowly", in fact the actual speed of the tanks on the ground will reach more than 20 kilometers, which is equivalent to the speed of a person running at full speed.
There were many planes below, lined up in battle formations of three, three, and four, constantly flipping and rushing down, and planes kept climbing up. There were also about a dozen large twin-engine planes, which seemed to be Swan bombers, lined up.
, flying smoothly below. Probably throwing bombs.
It feels like the sky is a cocktail, with different fleets on different levels.
Fighters and dive bombers were at the bottom. They kept rushing down, pulling up, getting close to the enemy to drop bombs or strafing. When they were at their lowest, they were almost touching the treetops.
The next level up are horizontal bombers. They don't move that much, and they don't dive. They are really like a group of steady geese or swans, just flying over the target. From high altitude, you can only see their flat and wide aircraft.
Wing, and the logo on the wing.
The highest level in the sky is the fleet of Queen's planes. In order not to disrupt the aviation system below, the fleet flies very high, much higher than the fleets on the two levels below. This also makes it easier to observe a large area of the battlefield.
Moreover, in the entire sky, only the Queen's aircraft fleet is equipped with real guns and live ammunition.
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Xiang Xiaoqiang still held hands with Zhu Yourong with one hand, and quietly unplugged the plug with the other hand and inserted it into the private channel.
"you……"
He plucked up the courage to say. He originally wanted to pluck up the courage to confess his love to Zhu Yourong, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into:
"Do you want to unify China?...Do you want to complete the unfinished business of your ancestors for three hundred years?"
Through two layers of leather gloves, Xiang Xiaoqiang immediately felt the tremor coming from Zhu Yourong's body.
"Really...ok?"
She was asking Xiang Xiaoqiang as well as herself.
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at the war scene below, held her hand firmly, and said lightly:
"You have seen it yourself... As long as you want, you can."