Before everyone could wait long, two shabby Watts vans drove over from the direction of the tube building at the other end of the runway with two dim lights.

As the car door opened with a click, a middle-aged man with a full beard walked out carrying a leg of lamb in one hand and a bottle of Huaxia brand liquor in the other.

"Buy sheep, mines or guns?" The bearded man opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of meat. He chewed it and asked slowly in Mongolian that only Siqin could understand.

Shi Quan smiled, silently took out two half-cards from his pocket and handed them to the other party.

"It turns out he is the boss." The bearded man's attitude immediately became much more enthusiastic, and he also changed his Mongolian to Russian.

"Where is it?" Shi Quan asked curiously.

"Come with me." The bearded man put away the playing cards, greeted everyone to get on the bus, and then turned around and returned along the dilapidated runway.

Amid everyone's expectations, the two vans drove all the way to the end of the runway, bypassed two tube buildings, and finally stopped at the door of a dilapidated factory building less than three meters high.

The area of ​​this factory is quite large, and the roof is filled with solar power generation devices one after another. There is even a huge Russian sign hanging on the wall facing everyone.

"Ruslan Smelter? Is this a smelter?" Shi Quan asked jokingly, "You won't melt that plane into molten iron, will you?"

"How can such a short man put down a Tu95?" Elena's doubts were more straightforward.

"You'll find out when you get in."

The bearded man led everyone to the edge of the factory, stepping on the sheep dung and gravel on the ground. He took out the key and opened a shabby iron door.

Contrary to the dilapidated appearance, there were actually two glass doors inside the iron door. After they passed through the glass doors, they discovered that this entrance was actually connected to the waistline corridor of the entire factory building.

And under their feet, in the center of the half-sunken factory building, stood a robust Tu-95 bomber!

"This was built urgently after the collapse of the Soviet Union."

The bearded man pointed at the bomber illuminated by the surrounding spotlights and explained, "Basically every year, we perform basic maintenance on the Tu95-MS."

"Xiong H?" Shi Quan turned around, "When was it produced?"

"1986"

The bearded man said with familiarity, "Since it was deployed to Kazakhstan, apart from flying here, it has only flown less than 20 hours of missions."

"So few?" Shi Quan asked in surprise.

"It originally carried a missile with a nuclear warhead."

The bearded man threw the leg of lamb and the wine bottle in his hand into the trash can and explained matter-of-factly, "This kind of murderous weapon will not take off easily, otherwise the neighbors will be nervous."

"So it can still fly now?" Shi Quan asked dubiously.

"Maybe"

Big Beard said irresponsibly, "We have been performing routine maintenance on it over the years, but it has never really been started, so no one knows whether it can fly."

"Let's go down and have a look." Before Shi Quan finished speaking, he was already walking down the stairs to the ground.

It can be seen that Andre takes special care of this large aircraft. Not only the handrails of the stairs, but also the ground and walls cannot be touched. At the same time, the exhaust fan that has been rotating on the side window above the head also makes the humidity that can be seen everywhere

The statistics have remained at single-digit levels.

But when they actually walked directly under this bomber, Shi Quan and others realized how shocking this thing was. Of course, in terms of size alone, it might not be as good as a commercial Boeing 747. But this old guy using a propeller engine

Definitely the best representative work of Soviet violent aesthetics!

After stroking the huge propeller obsessively, Shi Quan, at the invitation of the bearded man, followed the small ladder directly under the nose landing gear and entered the interior of Figure 95.

Whether it was the driver's or passenger's seat or the engineer's seat, the densely packed switches were strangely simple in their complexity. Especially the fire ax fixed on one side of the warehouse wall made him a little stunned. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not figure out the fire axe.

Under what circumstances is an ax used?

Following the ladder back to the ground to make room for Elena and Sophia to visit, Shi Quan entered the weapons bay under the leadership of Big Beard. There was nothing interesting in it. It was a typical Soviet-style rough style, or a simple let-down room.

People couldn't help but frown.

After everyone present had visited it, Shi Quan kicked the thick tire and asked the bearded man, "Does anyone dare to fly?"

"Of course," the bearded man said confidently, "Just tell me the destination."

Shi Quan took out an aerial map and handed it to the other party, "It's not too far away from you. It's within China, but there are two troubles."

"Trouble can be solved with money." Like all Russians who ask for bribes, this bearded man is too lazy to cover up.

"A trouble that can be solved with money is not a trouble." Shi Quan smiled, "The first trouble is that the straight-line distance is less than 700 kilometers, and the flight must be kept at a low altitude, and at night."

"This trouble is worth a million dollars," the bearded man said, holding up his finger.

"It seems the first problem has been solved"

Shi Quan smiled and continued, "The second trouble is that the landing location is also a simple airport, not much better than the one you have here."

"This problem can be solved with only 200,000 US dollars," Big Beard was still extremely confident. "We can fly it from such an airport and land it from the same airport."

"Dead people can't get money," Shi Quan finally reminded.

"Of course, it's useless for a dead person to get money." The bearded man tugged at his beard and asked, "When is the departure time?"

"After Dark"

"Looks like we're running out of time."

The bearded man looked up at the bomber and looked at it for a long time. Finally he sighed and left the hangar alone without greeting Shi Quan and others. As he left, the early morning sunlight also filtered through the factory building.

The narrow glass gave the Tu-95, which had been hidden for more than thirty years, a hazy golden color.

During the whole day of waiting, the bearded man never showed up again except for arranging a yurt for everyone to rest in far away. Even lunch was bought by Siqin from nearby herdsmen while waving banknotes.

of.

But Sophia was particularly happy. Although the temperature here was slightly lower, she had cute little sheep and ponies to play with, and she didn't have to do calculations. This was a joy she had never enjoyed before.

Waiting until the sun went down, a tattered truck drove out of a nearby hangar. After the pneumatic horn sounded, the surrounding herdsmen immediately rushed over on motorcycles and climbed up under the command of the bearded man.

truck.

It wasn't until the truck full of people disappeared that the half-buried hangar opened its door, allowing a trailer to pull the long-dusted Tu95 along the gentle slope covered with grass.

On the runway.

Amid the sharp hum of the starter, the roar of the propeller gradually filled everyone's ears. In the cab of Figure 95, the bearded man who had received Shi Quan had already put on a Soviet Union suit that had been put away for many years.

Wearing an Air Force flight suit, he maneuvered the aircraft extremely skillfully and began to taxi along the runway that had only been briefly cleaned.

As for such operations, since the collapse of the Soviet Union, he and his friends could only simulate operations on unpowered equipment in the semi-underground hangar.

Amidst the "rumbling" noise, the Tu95 bomber with all its navigation lights turned off flew into the night sky from above the heads of Shi Quan and others, and followed the instructions on the note to fly to its destination, which was only less than an hour's flight away.

It wasn't until the thunderous noise completely disappeared that Shi Quan dialed Mr. Hu's phone number.

"Taking off"

"Okay" Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Shi Quan shook his head helplessly, and then dialed another phone number.

Soon after, the Mi-8 helicopter that had sent them landed on the runway. After everyone got into the cabin, they immediately followed the trajectory of the bomber overhead and flew over.

It goes without saying who has more eyes on Mongolia's border or the sieve, but only he knows about Andre's efforts in order to get rid of this hot potato and gain some benefits for himself.

In short, by the time the Mi-8, which had no intention of flying back, landed at an airstrip in the Nemengu Prairie, the engine of the Tu-95 had already become cold.

"Brother Hu, how is this big guy?" Shi Quan just got out of the helicopter and saw the new version of Mr. Hu wrapped in a military coat standing on the edge of the runway blowing air.

"Listen to the truth?"

"How about you say something nice?" Shi Quan said as he handed a check to the bearded man who came after him to demand credit and bribes.

"I'd better tell the truth"

When Mr. Hu saw Sophia coming from a distance with a little lamb in her arms, he immediately took off his military coat and surrounded the little girl and the lamb. Then he complained and said, "That engine is interesting, but not very interesting."

Da.Baixia, I stood here all night, and I thought you could fly back like a white swan."

"White swan?" Shi Quan sneered, "How dare you think, I'm not a toad, where can I steal the white swan for you? Although I also thought that Andre might have hidden a white swan..."

"If you don't have it, then you don't have it. This is not bad. At least it has some reference value."

Mr. Hu stood up and said, "Let's go back with me. I won't let your work go in vain."

"Are there any benefits?" Shi Quan asked in surprise.

"When have you ever suffered a loss?"

Mr. Hu casually pointed at the big guy behind him who was being covered with nylon cloth, "Just leave that thing here. Let's go back to your maritime museum first."

"Can we not tell the truth?" Shi Quan didn't notice the Ka-32 helicopter parked on the other side of the bomber until this moment, "Why did you drive my helicopter over?"

"Director Zhao said that this Ka-32 was permanently requisitioned by the Maritime Museum, and I borrowed it from him." Mr. Hu hugged Sophia while speaking, and the latter seemed to be very familiar with him, and immediately

You and I started chatting in English.

Shi Quan helped Sophia pick up the little lamb that was almost roasted and eaten not long ago, and led Elena and others to follow step by step. However, until the helicopter took off, Mr. Hu, who was busy chatting with Sophia, did not show up.
Chapter completed!