Nine hundred and thirty-sixth chapter - Teacher's mourning
"I have a dream"
Lin Mo quietly chewed on the passionate fighting spirit that burst out from the teacher's murmur.
Unknowingly, we arrived at the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, with a sweeping view of the vast mountains.
A transparent light shield slowly opened and enveloped Lin Mo and Professor Yan. The harsh mountain wind around them suddenly weakened.
Since it is only used to block the wind, the intensity of this light shield is extremely low, so it does not require much light element energy to maintain this second-level defense spell that has been weakened by more than half.
"No, teacher, this is not a dream!"
Lin Mo suddenly felt that he should do something for this old man who dedicated his life to the country's aviation industry, and quietly used a light microscope.
"Yes, it's not a dream. The future belongs to young people like you. It's a pity that I can't see it anymore."
Professor Yan stopped talking to himself, shrank into the blanket, and smiled at Lin Mo with eyes full of expectation, clearly showing deep care and encouragement.
Among all the disciples, only this close disciple is the one who truly inherits his legacy, and he is also the one he is most satisfied with.
"No! Teacher!"
Lin Mo walked to the front of the wheelchair, glanced around the valley around the cliff, turned his head and said loudly: "You must be able to see, not the future, but now!"
"You're trying to make me happy again! Uh, what are you doing?"
Professor Yan's eyes were deep and distant, as if he had seen through everything. The next second, he was surprised to see Lin Mo take off the watch on his left hand and throw it away from a distance.
Could it be that you are too sad and have lost your mind?
"I said you can see it, you can definitely see it, teacher, I will never let you down!"
Lin Mo smiled at the teacher with great confidence.
Please! Gold coins!
Five minutes and seven seconds!
Five minutes and six seconds!
Five minutes and five seconds!
A behemoth suddenly and silently rushed up from the bottom of the cliff. Its streamlined body was even longer than an elongated bus. It had double forward swept wings, double engines and double vertical tails. Its five top corners presented a standard diamond pentagonal cross-section.
, like an eagle showing off its fierce and fierce appearance.
"That, that is"
Professor Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body was trembling as he stared at the giant thing that was quietly suspended on the cliff and slowly rotating.
He could clearly see that this was a huge forward-swept wing fighter.
"'evildoer'!"
Professor Yan finally recognized this body shape, but how could it appear here?
Such a flying posture is completely inconsistent with common sense and very strange.
"Teacher! Please continue reading!"
Lin Mo nodded to Professor Yan.
Four minutes and thirty-five seconds!
The pair of main wings of "Monster" began to undergo wonderful changes, and began to deflect rapidly. Under the action of the extremely exquisitely designed deformation mechanism, they turned into swept wings, and an earth-shaking aerodynamic change occurred.
"Variable sweep wing, this is a deformed wing, it is really a 'monster'!" Professor Yan firmly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair. This is the masterpiece of his former disciple.
It unexpectedly gathered the collective wisdom of domestic aviation design experts. Many people thought it was just a toy that existed forever on the drawings, but no one ever thought it could become real.
The release of the finished product of the "Monster" deformable wing fighter immediately caused a sensation among the top executives of the domestic aviation industry. Some old colleagues even called personally to congratulate Professor Yan.
"Haha! Okay! Okay!"
Professor Yan did not go into detail about how this fighter jet appeared. What he cared more about was that his disciple could achieve something, which would be worth the effort he put into Lin Mo.
The performance and results of this late disciple have greatly exceeded his expectations for Lin Mo.
The "Monster" deformed wing fighter began to fall backwards and down the cliff. No, it should have entered some kind of dive and glide state. The aerodynamic shape once again changed strangely, but it still did not make any sound.
"This, this, 'Blood Butterfly'? How is it possible? It's really it!"
Professor Yan gently covered his mouth with his hand in disbelief, and once again stared with wide eyes at the fighter jet doing various flying postures in the valley below the cliff. Its aerodynamic shape has never been seen before in the world.
appeared.
That was one of the evil designs that only existed in the notebooks and CDs that Professor Yan passed down to Lin Mo. It was once regarded as heresy. Professor Yan could be sure that Lin Mo had never come into contact with these before, and even if he had, it would be impossible.
Finished products are produced in a short time.
The design that was once suspended for research was permanently sealed. Only a few researchers such as Professor Yan secretly preserved it and passed it on to their most proud disciples as a reference to avoid making the mistakes of the older generation.
The appearance of the "Blood Butterfly" fighter changed again during the flight, transforming into a new aircraft. The valley below the cliff became a grand stage for the fighter's transformation show.
Fighters that should only exist on the drawings all appeared vividly in Professor Yan's sight, following their unique aerodynamic rules and showing distinctive maneuverability, fully confirming what Professor Yan gave Lin Mo.
Computer formulas in notebook.
Professor Yan was completely attracted by the strange scene in front of him, with strange flames burning in his eyes, and he entered a state of selflessness, even death was forgotten.
At this moment, it seemed that even the God of Death had to be kept away.
"'Sea Dragon' carrier-based aircraft, 'Poison Dove' interceptor, 'Overlord' attack aircraft, this is the 'Butcher's Knife'? Xiao Mo, am I dreaming? Or is it a hallucination? Or am I already in heaven?"
Seeing the fighter jet design that only existed in imagination and drawings appear in front of him, Professor Yan suddenly felt an unreal and inexplicable illusion in his heart. He even thought that he was in heaven now, but when he turned his head, he saw
His close disciple is right next to him.
The figure of the closed disciple suddenly became extremely mysterious in Professor Yan's heart, and his whole body seemed to be full of secrets.
This, this doesn't feel like a dream.
Lin Mo said in a deep voice: "This is true, teacher! You are not dreaming."
Two minutes and twelve seconds!
"It's not a dream! It's not a dream!"
Professor Yan murmured in confusion. The visual impact this time brought him unprecedented shock.
A gust of breeze blew and hit the transparent light shield not far from the wheelchair, sliding over it smoothly.
Two minutes and one second!
The huge fighter jet approached the top of the cliff at some point, and Professor Yan couldn't help but stretch out his skinny hand.
No one can touch the gold dragon alive, except Lin Mo, but Lin Mo did not stop Professor Yan's actions.
It seems that this rule has no intention of breaking.
The giant gold dragon reluctantly allowed the dying old man to touch himself for the sake of the dragon knight.
Heck, have the proud dragons become toys?
The cold and hard real touch reminded Professor Yan that this was not a dream. He even tapped it lightly, and a clanging sound came from the machine. The real texture was definitely not an illusion.
"Xiao Mo, you seem to have a big secret! The teacher is not someone who likes to get to the bottom of things, so you can rest assured."
With unprecedented satisfaction, Professor Yan withdrew his hand, looked at his favorite disciple, and said kindly: "Promise me! Will you protect this country? Protect it forever!" His voice suddenly became hoarse at some point.
When I got up, my breathing became a little short.
Tears flowed uncontrollably across his face. The Dragon Knight, who was accustomed to life and death and bloody killings, finally couldn't help but choked up. He nodded vigorously and said, "I will! Teacher! I will protect it with my life! I swear, even if
The moment your heart stops beating!"
"Good boy! What a good boy!"
Professor Yan smiled happily and wanted to touch his disciple's face, but unfortunately he was sitting on a wheel.
Lin Mo quickly knelt down and let the teacher touch his face and gently wipe away the tears.
One minute and twenty-nine seconds!
"Thank you, Xiao Mo, not everyone can see such a miracle before they die! I have no regrets! Finally, sing a song for me!"
Professor Yan withdrew his hand and sat safely in the wheelchair, not caring that death was approaching step by step.
The intravenous drip bottle hanging on the wheelchair has bottomed out, and only the little bit in the transparent infusion tube is constantly falling.
How dare Lin Mo refuse to agree to the teacher's last wish.
I wiped away my tears, still maintaining a half-kneeling position, and began to sing in a low voice the first military song I learned in this world.
"What's so different about us soldiers?"
The sonorous and high-spirited singing sounded far away from the top of the mountain.
Twenty-seven seconds!
The old man closed his sleepy eyes, his breathing was still steady, but he gradually became uncontrollably weak.
Holding the teacher's hand tightly, the light healing technique was released without stopping, but it still could not stop the natural law of the end of life.
There was a peaceful and contented smile on Professor Yan's face, as if he had entered a sweet dream. Little by little, the warmth slowly dissipated from his dry and thin body, even if the energy of light elements was continuously poured into it, it would not help.
It seemed that he already knew that the teacher had gone to the west, but Lin Mo's singing still did not stop, echoing over and over again for a long time.
More than an hour later, the dragon knight pushed his wheelchair back along the stone path at the top of the mountain.
Professor Yan's apprentice, son and other family members immediately burst into tears.
"Shh! The teacher is asleep"
Lin Mo glanced at everyone, put his finger to his mouth, and then gently gathered the blanket for the teacher.
The dragon knight's words seemed to have magical power, and the sad voices were immediately suppressed, leaving only the suppressed sobs, and everyone's eyes were red.
The nurses and experts on the medical team also felt sad. They had tried their best, but they could not prevent death from taking this old man's life.
Everyone watched as Lin Mo sent the teacher back to the bedroom in the villa without saying a word, as if he had fallen asleep. He gently placed him on the bed and covered him with the quilt himself.
Professor Yan "slept" and seemed to never wake up again, but Lin Mo acted on his own without anyone stopping him, and even completely understood his behavior——
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