"Hunter, please report the damage to the plane, and I will come over immediately." Zhou Dapeng was not as optimistic as those comrades who had not seen the situation, and his face was still very serious.

"Eagle One, the glass of the cockpit was broken and the tail was completely lost. I felt dizzy and could hardly see anything." Chen Buping's weak voice sounded again.

Chen Buping did not report, and there was a piece of glass that was much larger than an adult's palm in front of his chest.

It’s not that he is timid and dares to hit the enemy plane, but even if he hits it, the likely result is that three aircraft collided. Using the tail wing as a knife to lead the enemy plane to a deviation is the wisest choice.

But no matter how high the flight skills are, he cannot guarantee that his cockpit can still be one meter away from the enemy aircraft at that moment of interlacing. In order to improve the success rate, he could only pass by the enemy aircraft at a high speed at the closest distance. Because of the violent collision, the broken glass of the cockpit was like a bullet at a high speed, breaking through the thick flight suit and inserting it into his chest.

Blood was losing a lot and breathing became difficult. Although he tried hard to open his eyes and pulled down his windshield, he still couldn't see clearly ahead.

There was silence in the phone.

It is not a big deal to break the cockpit glass, but the lack of the tail wing is a very fatal thing for the aircraft. The dynamism and pitch of the aircraft rely on the tail rudder on the tail wing.

"Hunter, I order you to jump. You are now above our position. Repeat the order and you can jump." Zhou Dapeng's voice suddenly raised octaves.

"No, Eagle 1, I want to drive the plane back. This is my landline." Chen Buping's pleading sounded in the phone.

"Listen to me, hunter, the tail rudder is missing, it is difficult for you to control the plane, and you can't even pull up. In another ten seconds, you will drop from your current altitude to 400 meters. At that time, there will be no chance to jump. I promise that when I return to the Qiu Tongzhou base, I will get you the latest plane." Zhou Dapeng patiently advised.

"Eagle 1, I know I will have new aircraft, but our kingdom does not have one, and our planes can only be imported. If they are gone, they will be gone forever. Haicheng, we have lost more than 300 aircraft, and the Kingdom Air Force is almost gone. Please, let me try again."

There was silence in the phone.

In the flying cockpit that people can't see, under the windscreen, there is a bright spot.

As pilots, they understand that fighter jets are the second life of pilots. Without fighter jets, they will use whatever they can soar in the blue sky and protect the blue sky. The mission taught to them by the White Eagle Kingdom is that pilots are always more important than aircraft, and they would rather not fighter jets than ensure the safety of pilots.

However, in the kingdom, pilots often have to sacrifice their lives for the sake of planes. Is it because the pilots don’t know their importance? Do they not cherish their lives? No, not. Without planes, there will be no planes again.

In the present kingdom, except for a group of aircraft assisted by the polar bears through XJ waiting for transshipment in the distant northwest, there is no other access. But the blue sky of the kingdom needs the guards of the Kingdom Air Force.

Only risk your life to defend the plane.

Liu Lang didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

The soldiers of this era, both the army and the air force, are worthy of this tragic but magnificent era. They are far stronger than he imagined.

"Hunter, I saw you, I saw you, your nose is too low, pull the plane up and lift it to 800 meters. If the pull rod is not good, put the flap, slow down, and reduce the speed to 280 yards." Zhou Dapeng's voice sounded in the phone again.

"Okay, I'll pull it up and slow down." Chen Buping operated the plane with some difficulty under Zhou Dapeng's command.

"Very good, try not to use the tail rudder and flaps to control the steering of the aircraft?"

"It should be possible! I'll give it a try."

"Okay, brother, I'm here, I will accompany you to drive the plane back. But you promised me that after hearing my order to parachutize again, you must obey the order." Zhou Dapeng, who had already flew to the 119 fighter plane, held back the tears in his eyes and gestured to Chen Buping. "Brothers, you go back first, I will accompany the hunter back to the airport, and see you at the airport."

"See you at the airport, Hunter."

"Eagle 1, be sure to bring the hunter back."

Chen Buping smiled hard and made an OK gesture.

No one could see the blood on his chest, blew by the cold wind in the sky, flowing faster and faster.

"Eagle 1, hunters, and all the air warriors who can hear my voice, please accept the most noble salute from all the commanders and fighters of the 86th Brigade of the 18th Army and the 22nd Army Independent Regiment." Brigade Commander Wang pressed the telephone switch at the prompt from Liu Lang and said solemnly.

"Salute!" Liu Lang's voice also sounded.

With Liu Lang's roar, all the guards in front of the command department and around him placed their guns on their chests, looked up at the sky, and saluted solemnly.

This was the first time that all the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment salute during the war, which violated the military orders formulated by Liu Lang. But Liu Lang felt that they were qualified in the sky.

Although the record of 0 to 24 is not as good as the future, it is definitely unprecedented, even in the battlefield in Xizhou.

Their slaps not only made the black hawk army of the Northern Expeditionary Army, but also slapped the 40th Infantry Brigade into hell.

If the Black Hawk Army wants to send another plane to help, it will definitely not be solved in a few hours.

However, nothing is perfect.

In everyone's eyes, the already broken Kingdom fighter jet belonging to the hunter who was turning to the east in the air again lost control. The re-pulled nose climbed for less than two hundred meters and entered a dive again.

Zhou Dapeng was suddenly shocked and looked at Chen Buping, who was only more than 30 meters beside him, and saw his head gradually hanging down.

"Hunter, hunter, call hunter, the plane is diving, pulling up, pulling up."

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"Hunter, hunter, the plane has lost control. I order you to parachute and jump immediately." Zhou Dapeng also pressed down the nose of the aircraft and entered a dive state with Chen Buping.

The two planes kept lowering their altitude like sharp arrows.

The heart-wrenching scene made the soldiers of the Kingdom who were participating in the war on the ground seem to have forgotten that they were in the battlefield of gunfire. Many people even looked up at the sky, and even their commanders forgot to rebuke because they were watching.

Even the Black Hawk Empires were watching.

The kingdom pilot first saved his comrades with unparalleled courage, and then rescued his plane with greater courage. Putting aside the hatred between the two sides, even the Black Hawk Army admired the courage alone.

The battlefield that had just rekindled the war was silent again because of the safety of an airplane, besides the sporadic gunfire, which was a miracle of war.

"I'm sorry, No. 1, I'm afraid I can't go home with you, cough cough!" Chen Buping raised his head slightly and said in a difficult manner.

"Bastard, I order you to jump off immediately. I will pick you up home." Zhou Dapeng's tears could no longer be controlled and he flowed down hard.

The distance of more than 30 meters allowed him to clearly see the blood spurted out of Chen Buping's mouth.

It turns out that his injury is so severe.

He regretted not ordering himself, the brave wingman pilot, to jump at the first time. If he jumped a minute ago, the plane would be gone, but he might be able to survive.

But now, can he still have the strength to stand up and climb out of the cockpit? Zhou Dapeng has no confidence at all.

"I'm sorry, captain, I lied to you, I have no strength anymore. My real name is Chen Bopu. Please tell my parents and sister that I love them, and please tell my fiancée to choose someone else and not to think of me. Chen Bopu died as his own, and I will not regret it in this life!"

In the phone, Chen Buping's voice became weaker and weaker.

In Zhou Dapeng's vision, his head lower and lower.

In the broken cockpit that no one can see, the young pilot's hand gently stroked a black and white photo in his chest pocket where his eyebrows were stained red by blood and couldn't see clearly, and murmured: "Meiyu, I love you!"

The sound is light and cannot be heard.

The pale fingers stopped on the beautiful and young face in the old black and white photo never moved again.

The plane that lost all control was like a running wild horse, rushing towards the ground.

"Bastard, I won't tell you, I won't tell you, you can tell them yourself! You bastard! You bastard..." Zhou Dapeng's voice was heart-wrenching, like a trapped beast.

Tears were everywhere on the young face of the windscreen.

The eyes of the Major General of the Army and the Colonel of the Army were also full of water.

As army commanders with a mind far beyond ordinary people, they could not hide their sadness. No one expected that this salute would be a farewell.

Can that young and brave pilot never return the gift?

A loud "boom!" sound.

The tragedy ends.

"Brother Liu, please restrain the remains of the hunter for me. I will definitely take him home, and I will definitely!" Zhou Dapeng's extremely desolate voice rang in the phone.

The Kingdom fighter jet number 001 roared past 50 meters above the wreckage of the crashed 119 fighter jet, jumped to the sky, and left like an arrow.

Never look back.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to pay tribute to his comrades, but the spirit of the Heaven who has already lost his comrades will be angry because of his stupid behavior. He would rather die than save the fighter plane, and he must not waste more fuel just because of nostalgia.

The best commemoration of the comrades is to drive the fighter jet back to the airport and constantly apply red stars on the fuselage.

From then on, Zhou Dapeng's persistence had another persistence. The living lived for the dead until the end of his life. It seemed ordinary, but it was a promise of life and death.

At the same time, the streets of Dawubin City were somewhat bleak because of the war.
Chapter completed!