Special Years

"Fuck! I'm going to fall to the ground!"

Just after running to the bottom of the airspace near the power delta wing, there was a startled roar from Su Huikai from behind Zhuang Yan.

Raising his head solemnly, he saw that hundreds of meters away, Zhang Neng's powered delta wings were already less than 100 meters away from the ground!

There are no words to describe the solemn state of mind at this moment.

He felt that he was hit by a huge horror, and then every pore stood upright, there was a feeling of instantaneous ischemia in his head, and his eyes darkened.

The power delta wing struggled for a while, and it seemed to suddenly become a normal posture less than 30 meters from the ground!

Zhuang Yan ran to Xu Yan who was standing beside the car. He didn't have time to ask, and he didn't dare to ask. To ask Xu Yan at this time would be to scold him!

"Corrected! Corrected!"

The Chang family, who was originally frowning, suddenly cheered excitedly as if they had won the Mark Six Lottery.

"The posture is correct!"

In the sight, Zhang Neng's delta wing has just been corrected and turned into a normal flying posture. The huge falling force makes the delta wing sway a little, just like a person is drunk.

Obviously, Zhang Neng is trying his best to control his delta wings.

However, the height is too low.

Only less than two seconds after the Chang family cheered, the delta wing swept over a forest in the distance at an extremely fast speed and disappeared behind the dense canopy.

The motorcade and people parked in the clearing became excited again.

Everyone had the last shred of hope that the power delta would recover at the last moment.

This is nothing short of a miracle!

However, everyone understands.

It's too late for this correction...

Something grabbed the solemn heart fiercely.

There were footsteps everywhere in the woods.

In addition to the members of the hunter team, there are also Xu Yan and Chang Jiageng, the medical staff of the airport station troops and the air crew...

"Director Zhang!"

"Director Zhang! Please answer when you hear me!"

Xu Yan kept calling Zhang Neng with her walkie-talkie.

The rustling sound of electricity inside sounded so worrying at the moment.

In the woods, except for the shouts and footsteps, there was no exclamation that anyone found Zhang Neng.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "chi--" on Xu Yan's radio.

This is someone hitting the call button.

"He's alive!"

Xu Yan cheered and announced her discovery to the surroundings, but she didn't care that there were already tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Someone on the walkie-talkie is moving the talk button, he's alive!"

Everyone went crazy when they heard that Zhang Neng was still alive.

Zhuang Yan and the members of the hunter team could not wait to dig three feet into the ground, and immediately turned over the woods to find Zhang Neng.

live...

He is still alive!

There is an indescribable joy in solemnity.

All is well alive.

When the old confused sacrifice, Zhuang Yan was unable to return to the sky, he sat in the carriage, watched the old confused vomit blood on his thigh, and then closed his eyes a little bit.

This is a solemn inner demon.

He felt that he really couldn't bear the pain of leaving his comrades, and he felt that would drive him crazy.

When Zhuang Yan was in junior high school, he asked his father Zhuang Zhenguo a question at the dinner table, saying, Dad, are you afraid that you were on the battlefield at that time?

According to the solemn understanding, even if it is a war movie or TV series on TV, the kind of bullets flying around, splashing mud in the soil, and hitting someone is fatal.

To ask this slightly naive question is that the solemn at the time could not understand life and death, nor could he experience fear.

He was simply afraid of death.

Human beings have an innate fear of death.

Therefore, facing the only father in the family who has been on the battlefield, and the only Zhuang Zhenguo who has experienced the hail of bullets, he couldn't help but ask.

Zhuang Zhenguo has never liked to mention his own affairs on the battlefield. On weekdays, as long as Zhuang Yan said it, Zhuang Zhenguo would tell him to get out with a black face, don't ask!

This time, Zhuang Zhenguo's face had already darkened, but he suddenly looked at his son and felt that Zhuang Yan had grown up a bit.

He suddenly didn't want to use that savage, rude and simple method to deal with the dialogue between father and son, even if he returned to his old ways later, but this time, he answered for the first time.

"When you see your comrades fall one by one, your eyes will be red, and then you won't know what to call fear."

This is the old soldier Zhuang Zhenguo's answer to the new recruit solemnly.

Kill red eye.

Simplest reason.

The solemnity of being a soldier for two years suddenly understood what the phrase "killing red eyes" meant.

In fact, let alone on the battlefield, even in peaceful times, when your comrades are sacrificed in front of you, you will have a feeling of "red eyes".

There will be a huge grief and anger in your heart. You want to scold God and ask him why good people don’t live long?

You also want to scold Ye Wangye, such a young life, why do you accept that you are sick?

If I gave you an automatic rifle at that time, and gave you a road to the Temple of Hell, how dare a soldier take a gun all the way to the Temple of Hell, and send all his mother's ox head and horse to his own frying pan , and bring his comrades back to the world.

"There! I see it! The delta wing is there!"

I don't know if Su Hui is big, tall or some other reason.

Among all the members of the hunter team, Su Huikai was the first to see Delta Wing.

Zhuang Yan followed Su Huikai's fingers and took a breath.

The wings of the delta wing have been tattered, pierced by the tree branches, and torn a few large holes, which is completely destroyed.

The manned cabin has been completely deformed, and the rear propellers and power systems are scattered and scattered, and the side hits the trunk of the big tree, forming a V shape.

Zhuang Yan ran with his legs and rushed over.

Under the tree, look everywhere.

Zhang Neng was not seen under the tree.

"What about people!?"

At this moment, Zhuang Yan broke out in a cold sweat.

The light of hope that had just risen was once again lost in darkness.

As a special soldier who has been parachute trained, Zhuang Yan knows that people must be thrown out by huge inertia.

Just, where did it go?

At this speed, like being thrown out of a high-speed car, the human body must withstand a great impact.

In case of any obstacle in the middle, like the tree here or something...

Zhuang Yan shuddered, fear instantly touched the top of his head like a tidal wave, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Suddenly, he saw some fresh traces on the ground not far away.

The soil layer was scratched by something, and the fresh and moist soil was dug out.

Run solemnly and quickly.

There is a slope, and there is a ditch under the slope, which is already the edge of the forest. I think it is used to irrigate the farmland beside the forest, or to keep the moisture here.

On the edge of the soil slope, solemnly looked down and looked down, and suddenly shouted: "Here! Lao Su! Lao Zhang! Serious! Hurry up and call the doctor! Hurry up!"

Without saying a word, he slid down the **** and arrived at Zhang Neng to defend himself.

The corners of Zhang Neng's mouth were seeping blood, and there were several large holes in his clothes, and at a glance, he could see that his feet were broken.

The other internal injuries were solemnly invisible, but he did not dare to check and flip them easily.

This is not something that a soldier like him who has only learned simple field dressing can handle it, it must be done by a professional doctor.

But there is common sense and solemnity. The injury caused by such a violent impact must not rashly move up and hurt, otherwise it may cause secondary damage and lead to death.

He could only squat on the ground, bent down and approached Zhang Neng's face, shouting loudly, "Old Zhang! Old Zhang!"

For a long time, Zhang Neng's originally closed eyes moved slightly, cracking a slit, but they quickly closed weakly, but the eyeballs could be seen rolling under the lids.

He is alive!

Zhuang Yan was overjoyed, raised his head and shouted: "Paralysis! The doctor! Can you hurry up! He is still alive! Hurry up! You bastards! Save people! Save people!"

The sound spread throughout the woods, far away.

After the incident, the aunt who lived at the head of the village said that there was a soldier screaming in the woods at the head of the village that day, so scared that my hens didn't lay eggs all day. Those soldiers! Louder than a donkey!

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When writing this chapter, I had two choices - either let Zhang Neng sacrifice, and then create an incentive for the solemn; or let Zhang Neng live, because as in the previous chapter, a reader left a message saying that he did not want to see the hero in the Die again in the book.

That's right, I can't let the hero die again, even if he's gone in the real world, so please allow me to be a little selfish and let him live in my book~www.novelmt.com~ people, always have a little bit Emotional.

I have an Air Force information book on hand, which is a reportage documenting the story of "test pilots". At the end of the page, there are 29 deaths in the test pilot sequence from 1970 to 2014. This is just The sacrifice figures in the test pilot sequence do not include those flying the Air Force, Army Air Force, and Naval Air Force pilots on the mission.

In the book, Zhang Neng, in addition to a comrade-in-arms who served in Guangte and died in the parachute training provided by the reader, also has a prototype, Jiang Yanzhou, a researcher of a certain research institute of the Airborne Corps, once again. During the test flight of the paramotor, he encountered a right-hand stall. In order to preserve the data and avoid the houses on the ground, he sacrificed his life gloriously.

Remember these people, they are not heroes on the battlefield, but they are still unsung heroes! Anyone who has ever been a soldier knows that when you open the equipment, you will see the number of the arsenal that was manufactured, but no one knows how many military scientific researchers and experimenters behind this equipment have devoted their efforts, sweat, and even their lives.

Here, I close this chapter with a Tagore poem and pay homage to these unsung heroes - there is no trace of wings in the sky, but I have flown!