Chapter 733 Showdown? (For His Majesty Orange 7/10)
"What the hell~ my old waist, my ripples, my fan bones~"
In the narrow cabin of a Y-5 transport plane, Hu Biao started to complain like this in his mouth while moving his body laboriously.
As for Lao Yang and others in the cabin, although they didn't say anything, the expressions on their faces also showed that they were not feeling good at all.
What! That airport on Yangshan Island is somewhere in the Qamdo area, this time’s destination.
It's almost two thousand kilometers in a straight line, which is such a long distance; if you include the actual flight distance, it might even exceed 2,500 kilometers.
Regardless of the modern dimension, large passenger aircraft such as 737 and Airbus can fly such a distance in up to 4 hours.
During the entire flight, there was not even enough time to get a good sleep after getting on the plane.
However, after changing the flying vehicle to an old antique transport aircraft such as the Y-5, the process can only be said to be a huge disaster.
Because the cruising speed of Yun 5 is only 160 kilometers per hour.
In addition, the nickname of this thing, "Aerial Tractor", is not just called casually. During the flight, whenever it encounters a slightly larger airflow, this thing will become very bumpy.
In addition, the maximum range of this thing is only a mere 800 kilometers.
This means that when flying a distance of a little more than 700 kilometers, you need to find a place to land and refill the tank.
No one dares to fly until there is not much fuel left and then think of a way to land.
If there is no suitable place to land by then, wouldn’t it be the end of the world?
The only thing that made Hu Biao and the others feel lucky was that the first half of the flight route had been flown several times by the air force during training before, so the route was not too unfamiliar.
For the second half of the journey, they moved along the more obvious Chengdu-Na Expressway, so they didn't have to worry about getting lost.
But even so, Hu Biao and others have been struggling on the plane for more than twelve hours, and they really can't stand it any longer.
After doing some activities, I felt more or less comfortable.
Hu Biao began to make a suggestion:
"Brothers, it seems that we are going to introduce some better aircraft. The Y-5 transport aircraft will be used in the surrounding area of a thousand kilometers.
If the journey is a little further, this thing won’t be enough.”
The voice just fell, and the warehouse manager became excited, shouting: "Come on Toucan, even though that thing is a propeller, even Uncle Sam is using it."
"Go away, that Toucan is a fighter jet, and the passenger you mentioned is a transport plane; besides, that thing should be a medium-value material, and you can't bring it over at all."
After objecting like this in Bianrou's mouth.
Then, he put forward his own suggestions:
"How about using the Y-8 transport plane? With our current relationship with Guo Jia, it won't be a problem to get a few. That thing can carry 22 tons and fly very fast.
If you can bring those old models from the early 1970s, I heard that they can take off and land on dirt roads, so they should be more practical.
The only problem is that maintenance and posture are too troublesome; but there is no way around it,"
"Okay! Go back and check the information. If there is no better choice, I will go with this thing. By the way! You can also get some beginner's five for training and combat use."
After thinking for a while, Hu Biao finally made such a decision.
This can be regarded as setting such a tone for the accelerated development of air power among the Central Continent tribes...
I don’t know how much time passed, but a word came to the drowsy Hu Biao’s ear: “Old Hu, we should be at the right place, but there is something going on down there.”
Upon hearing this, Hu Biao immediately became energetic.
After getting up, he arrived at the same narrow cab in a few steps.
After looking outside through the glass cover, I can immediately see that the time outside is almost noon.
Under a round of light that seemed to be particularly strong, Hu Biao could find that a battle was going on on a hilltop with a line of black smoke rising as agreed by both parties.
Specifically, dozens of infected people were rushing up the mountain, and the people on the mountain were firing continuously, killing them halfway.
There is no doubt that this was discovered by some infected people while Li Qun and others were waiting for them.
Seeing this, Hu Biao quickly shouted: "Quick, quick, quick, land immediately~"
******
Thanks to the timely arrival of Hu Biao and others, the infected were killed one by one by Hu Biao and others before they could successfully rush forward.
But after a hard battle, Li Qun now looks a little exhausted.
Facing Hu Biao and others, he said urgently with a tearful voice:
"Chief Hu Biao, please go and save Xu Feng and the others; please, if anything happens to Xu Feng, I don't want to live alone~"
Although half an hour ago, they still passed the 'Puppet Staff' prop in the system and knew that Xu Feng and the translator were still alive, a group of bastards were still a little bit amused after hearing this.
Good guy! After flying thousands of miles here, I only had a mouthful of dog food when I arrived...
The military base that Xu Feng and the others discovered was about fifty miles northwest of Qamdo City.
The place cannot be said to be very hidden, but there are thousands of infected people just outside, and the number of mutants among them is at least more than 30.
In addition, the number of infected people in Qamdo City has exceeded hundreds of thousands, and it is impossible for the indigenous people to carry out larger activities here.
This is also the reason why so far, this place has not been visited by the indigenous people.
By the way! After Hu Biao and others were prepared, the threat of a thousand infected people was nothing at all.
They did not use the method used by Xu Feng, the translator and others, first smearing some of the infected person's excrement on the clothes, and then reducing the infected person's sense of smell, and sneaked in secretly.
After quietly setting up a position outside the base entrance, it took an hour to attract the infected three times and kill them one by one with fierce firepower.
You know! When we came here this time, the space equipment of Hu Biao and others were full of various weapons and ammunition.
After three battles, basically all the infected people outside the base had been killed.
Then, after everyone formed a battle formation, they walked inside and completely eliminated the remaining infected people.
But in this case, when they passed a downward intersection and came outside a thick lead door, they were in trouble.
I don’t know how Xufeng and the translator got behind the door.
After spending 100 System Department points, according to the display of the 'Puppet Staff', the two people were in the direction behind the door, but after their search, there was no other way in.
After some inspections yielded no results, Hu Biao asked Python to install a 10-kilogram explosive bag on the door.
However, after the explosion, the thick door did not even open a crack.
Instead, behind the gate, some shrill alarms could be heard faintly. It was unclear what kind of trouble had been caused, and what happened to Xu Feng and the others among them.
In anger, Hu Biao shouted:
"What the hell! Take out all the explosives. I don't believe we can't blow open this turtle's shell."
The voice fell, and a naysaying voice emerged:
"It cannot be blown open. This door, which can prevent nuclear bombs from exploding at close range, has an astonishing thickness of 1.5 meters. Therefore, such violent methods are useless, and may instead trigger the defense mechanism inside."
Everyone turned around and found that the voice was actually spoken by Lao Zheng, the old popsicle who had lost his memory.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lao Zheng straightened his clothes, but no longer looked as timid as before.
Instead, he started to speak to everyone in a calm tone:
"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zheng Zhengguo. I am a party member. In 1955, I was instructed by my superiors to officially join the "Suiren Plan" and enter cryogenics. No.: 02832.
The purpose is to start rebuilding our home and Guo Jia after the freezing period is reached and automatically thawed, or after being thawed by comrades.
But when I wake up decades later, everything has changed."
In this statement, Hu Biao and others heard the desolate flavor that contained many emotions and endless lamentation...
PS: So what, this post-apocalyptic world plot will be finished tomorrow.