The Three Hundred Army recruited 40,000 recruits at one time, which was not a small number. The 40,000 recruits, the two newly added divisions, and numerous auxiliary troops made the newly established Three Hundred Army like a clockwork machine.
It moved like a toy...
Big beads of sweat flowed down Feng Xiaoming's forehead and seeped into his left eye, making him feel uncomfortable. The scenery in front of him seemed to be blurry, but he did not dare to reach out to wipe it because he knew that if
If he dared to move even a little, the major behind him would definitely break his hand.
Although it was still winter, Feng Xiaoming still felt that his whole body was extremely hot. He was with more than two hundred recruits, with his head held high and his abdomen straight, his eyes leveled, and he stood upright.
This is the most basic basic training for them to transform from ordinary civilians to soldiers, standing in a military posture.
This major was a rough guy, and his kung fu on his hands and feet was even more impressive. He didn’t know how many people were taught a lesson by him. Feng Xiaoming once saw with his own eyes that a recruit was kicked by him with his leather boot, and he was so painful that he was half paralyzed on the ground.
He didn't get up until he was an hour old.
Here, no matter who they are, no matter how hard the background is, they are all like little rabbits in front of the major. They are as good as they are. Many soldiers fainted because they could not hold up after standing in a military posture for a day.
, but the major turned a blind eye and actually stepped on their buttocks. If anyone couldn't bear it and dared to do something small, the whip in the major's hand would definitely tear out bloody marks on his body while beating him.
He cursed until the military doctor arrived.
When it was getting dark, they were conducting the last half hour of military posture training, but the major turned his attention to Feng Xiaoming.
"It's going to be bad." Feng Xiaoming's heart skipped a beat. It was not a good sign that he was not feeling well. Then he remembered that he had unbuttoned the military uniform around his neck when he was taking a break, but he had forgotten to fasten it when he came to gather.
"Feng Xiaoming, are you afraid of the heat?" the major's voice roared.
"No, sir!" Feng Xiaoming replied loudly and stood at attention.
"You're not afraid of the heat, but what's wrong with the buttons on your collar? You're not dressed properly. Do you think my words are farts? Run around the airport five times for me immediately! Get out!"
The major's spit almost hit Feng Xiaoming's face.
Feng Xiaoming trembled and hurriedly ran, but he was still a step too slow. He knew that this guy was definitely not suitable for a guy who only talked but did not use his hands. Sure enough, when he ran, a foot kicked him in the butt.
superior……
The sky gradually darkened, and the major stood in front of the recruits with a ferocious smile on his face. Every recruit felt cold in his heart. What happened yesterday and today has made everyone fully realize that if this devil is angered,
Sir, it's difficult to do this without peeling off the skin.
"Hello everyone! After a day of training, I think you all know me. Let me introduce myself first, so that when you scold me in private, you can only use titles like "that perverted commander". My last name is
Zhang, Commander Zhang, is a B-level pilot and is also the leader of the second squadron of the 3rd Flying Regiment. You can call me Captain Zhang in person. You can teach me how you want after I’m kidnapped. If you can’t meet my requirements, I don’t care how you got there.
No matter who is behind it, or even how much money has been spent, I will tell you all to get lost."
"Now, as a welcome to you," Zhang Jia said after a pause, "I will choose one lucky person among you and take him to the sky for free to enjoy the scenery of our beautiful motherland.
"
After finishing speaking, Zhang Jia pointed to a modified Su-made Bo-2 two-seater trainer aircraft next to him.
After a period of silence, Feng Xiaoming was the first to stand up.
"Your name is Feng Xiaoming, right? I think I know you." Zhang Jia said lightly: "Since you are so enthusiastic, it should be you!"
A strong wind blew by, blinding the recruits.
"I see that your figure is about the same as mine, so I will lend you my flight suit first. This is the control stick, this is the instrument panel, this is the communication system, and this is the oxygen mask."
Zhang Jia introduced various precautions to Feng Xiaoming. This two-seater trainer designed by Lao Maozi is designed as a biplane with an open double cockpit. The body is made of pine wood frame, linen skin, and steel wires between the upper and lower wings.
The power plant uses an M-11 air-cooled piston radial 5-cylinder engine, driving a two-blade wooden propeller with a power of 100 horsepower.
It is famous for its simple structure, low cost, easy production and maintenance, especially excellent operating performance and outstanding take-off and landing performance. It is an excellent junior training aircraft.
After saying a lot of things to note, Feng Xiaoming felt a little confused. Now he could only nod his head, even though he couldn't understand many things. In the end, Feng Xiaoming only understood one thing. In this "tourism"
"During the process, it's best for him to stay still and just look at the scenery honestly.
"Take it!" Zhang Jia finished his introduction and handed something to Feng Xiaoming, which was a plastic bag.
Feng Xiaoming asked in confusion: "Sir, what is this and what is it used for?"
"You'll know after a while. Believe me, you will need this thing, and it will definitely not be too short." The originally vicious major smiled strangely, and this smile made Feng Xiaoming alert.
Perhaps this sightseeing trip was not as pleasant as he imagined.
"Major Zhang Jia, you can take off now!" the tower dispatcher's voice came from the headset.
"Understood, control tower!"
Feng Xiaoming listened to the sound of the engine getting louder and louder in his ears, and his hands clenched together subconsciously.
As the Bo-2 aircraft accelerated, a huge pressure pressed Feng Xiaoming tightly on the seat, and the scenery around him quickly receded. Before he could react, he felt that his eyesight went dark, and the Bo-2
Like an arrow from a string, it broke away and rushed into the sky.
"Damn, what Lao Maozi created is so strong-tempered and powerful!" Feng Xiaoming sighed while trying his best to suppress his physical discomfort. It took a lot of effort to calm down his stomach, which had already begun to feel uncomfortable.
"How are you? Feng Xiaoming, are you okay?" Zhang Jia's "kind" voice reached Feng Xiaoming's ears.
"Thank you for your concern, sir. I'm fine!" Feng Xiaoming resisted the discomfort in his stomach and pretended to answer calmly. At this time, he had already turned his gaze outside the window. He looked at the continuous mountains and dotted villages outside.
It looked so harmonious and beautiful, and he seemed to be integrated with the entire sky.
"Why didn't I realize that Maoming was so beautiful before?" Feng Xiaoming's murmuring voice reached Zhang Jia's ears through the microphone.
"Feng Xiaoming, is this your first time flying?" Zhang Jia asked again "kindly".
"Yes!" Feng Xiaoming nodded. Although his father was a businessman with some assets, he did not have the ability to buy a plane for his son to play with.
"Hey!" Zhang Jiagu laughed, his expression was so weird: "To commemorate your 'first time', I decided to demonstrate the excellent performance of the Bo-2 trainer aircraft for you now."
"Excellent performance?"
Before Feng Xiaoming could understand, the trainer plane suddenly pulled up sharply. Feng Xiaoming felt that his stomach, heart and other organs were falling sharply, and his chest felt empty for a while, which was indescribably uncomfortable.
Before he could adapt, the trainer plane circled downwards and started a series of rolls. Feng Xiaoming couldn't stand it anymore. He finally knew what the bag Zhang Jia had given him before departure was for. He
He immediately took out the bag as quickly as possible and put it on his mouth, and a stream of acidic food residue spurted out of his mouth.
"Sir...oh...slow down!"
At this time, Feng Xiaoming no longer had time to appreciate the beautiful scenery of his hometown. He was completely splayed on the seat, and he vomited out everything he had eaten, including bile. When he had nothing to vomit, he felt even more uncomfortable and even more deadly.
.
"Hehe... you can't stand it so soon?"
At this time, Zhang Jia had stopped demonstrating the performance of the fighter jet for Feng Xiaoming and was flying along the normal route.
But once the airsickness and vomiting started, it would be difficult for a person to stop. Even if the current trainer aircraft was very stable, Feng Xiaoming felt that the acid in his stomach started to push into his throat again when he smelled the peculiar smell in the cockpit.
"Sir, let's get to the airport as soon as possible?" Feng Xiaoming shouted feebly.
"How can this be done? I was only halfway through demonstrating the excellent performance of the Wave-2 when you interrupted me. I still have many classic moves that I haven't done yet," Zhang Jia said seriously. In fact, seeing Feng Xiaoming's miserable condition, he
I feel very proud that this rookie who used to be known as the Phoenix in the flying brigade has now grown into an excellent pilot.
"Feng Xiaoming, hold on a little longer. In half an hour, we can return to the airport. Look at how charming the scenery here is. Don't miss this opportunity."
"half an hour?!"
It seemed like a long time passed, and Feng Xiaoming didn't know how he insisted on returning to the airport. He didn't even know that when he left the cabin and staggered onto the runway, his face was already pale, his lips were purple, and he looked much worse.
It's as embarrassing as it is embarrassing.
"Brother, are you okay? You look so ugly!" The recruits on the side rushed over.
"I...it's okay!" Feng Xiaoming waved his hands in three steps: "Don't mention it...I...wow..." Vomited again!
Of course, the physical resilience of young people like Feng Xiaoming is amazing. They are full of impulse and curiosity, especially when they see something that interests them and attracts them. They will soon put it aside
The unhappiness of the past was left behind, and so was Feng Xiaoming.
When he fully recovered the next day, he quickly forgot about the miserable situation on the trainer plane in darkness yesterday. What kept flashing in his mind was the scenery of Chuangwan's magnificent hometown and the excitement of sitting on the plane.
Yes, is there anything more exciting than sitting on a Chinese fighter plane? (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)