The convoy drove for a full day, and finally entered a camp with a military restricted zone sign at dusk.

When passing through the gate post, solemn first saw a vast open space in the distance, above the open space, there are all kinds of planes parked there, different from civil aircraft, at first glance it is a military aircraft.

"I see the plane!"

As a soldier who stayed on the side of the tailgate and could see the situation outside the car for the first time, he solemnly did a live broadcast for the comrades inside.

"It seems like there are a lot of planes! I saw helicopters, and cargo planes! ”

At that time, when the 1st Division was teaching the brigade to use maps in the field and survival training, a comrade-in-arms of the 1st Squadron had an accident, and it was the solemn squad that carried him to the landing site by the river valley.

"That's not a cargo plane, that's a transport plane." Luo Ping'an corrected the solemnity and said: "There is Zhi-8, there is Yun-8, and there is Yier 76......"

"Wow! What are we doing here? Zhang Qiyi asked.

"Silly! When you come to the airport, of course, you are here to learn how to skydive! Su Huikai couldn't help but despise Zhang Yuanyi: "Did you come here to learn to jerk off!?" ”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Looking at those planes solemnly, they are completely different from civil aircraft, although they are not as beautiful as the patterns on the fuselage of civil aircraft, they are all painted with yellowish colors, and some are still propeller aircraft, which seems to be a little backward in design.

The thought of being able to jump off such a big plane makes me feel a burst of pride.

"It's exciting!" Solemnly intoxicated, he said: "Take a big plane for free, it's fun to think about it." ”

Luo Ping'an poured cold water on him and said, "Solemn, what do you want?" ”

He searched for a moment, gesturing to a line of planes in the corner of the airport in the distance.

"You're going to jump, jump from those planes first."

solemnly looked in the direction where his squad leader's finger was pointing, and sure enough, he saw a row of green-painted planes.

However, when he saw it clearly, he couldn't help but use the sentence "I rely on" to express his huge psychological gap.

That can also be called an airplane!?

That's right, if anything with wings is called an airplane, then it's actually a thing.

When you look at the style and appearance of that row of planes, even if you are blind to an aircraft like Majestic, you can feel the backwardness in your face.

Two-row aircraft ......

Solemnly felt that this thing was like the old-fashioned World War II plane I saw in a war movie when I was a child.

Yes, that's right.

It's so similar!

"Squad leader, can that thing still fly?" Solemnly raised serious doubts.

Luo Ping'an said: "Why can't you fly?" This aircraft is called Y-5, durable and fuel-efficient, grass and sand take off and land at will, simple maintenance and runway saving, more than 100 meters can fly, down 100 meters can brake the car, you say, there is a better plane than it? Don't look like this, hard-working and not picky eaters, I think back then, your squad leader and my first jump in the blue sky were also dedicated to it. ”

No matter how Luo Ping'an bragged about this ugly plane, Zhuang Zhuang felt that this thing was still a bit unreliable.

So he asked: "Squad leader, when did you say this plane was designed and manufactured?" I look at that feeling, why do you want to enter a museum? ”

Luo Ping'an said: "The Y-5 transport aircraft is our country's first self-manufactured transport aircraft, which is in charge of the Nanchang Aircraft Manufacturing Company, and its prototype is the An-2 transport aircraft designed in the Soviet Union in the 40s, which was finalized in December 1957 and approved for mass production in 1958, but later there were many modifications, and we are now using it for training is its improved model." ”

The convoy continued to move forward, solemnly watching the row of Y-5s gradually move away.

The aircraft designed and finalized in 1957, my ancestors! That's all going to be my father!

Zhuang Zhuang thought in his heart, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

The Y-5 looks shabby and thin, making people feel less secure.

The thought that he would be sitting in this kind of plane and rising into the blue sky, solemn couldn't help but panic a little.

If you go to the sky, what should you do if you fall apart?

But don't be afraid to think about it, isn't there a parachute?

When the day of heaven, I should be able to skydive, just jump, anyway, I can only skydive successfully, and I can't die.

With solemn thoughts, the convoy finally stopped at a camp not far from the airport.

"Get out of the car!"

Han Zixuan had already gotten out of the car, standing under the car and shouting.

Everyone immediately jumped out of the car and gathered in front of Han Zixuan.

"Briefly." Han Zixuan pointed to the building behind him and said, "In the next three months, we will all stay here and participate in umbrella training." Our training task is very tight, and there are still about four and a half months before the competition, so during these three months, we will not only conduct parachute training, but also conduct shooting training on various firearms. ”

After a pause, he said: "Now the first task is to settle down, the row room is temporarily borrowed from the Air Force brothers, and the conference room on the third floor is for us, don't make a mistake." ”

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and continued: "There is still an hour before dinner time, and you must move your weapons and equipment into the row room on the fourth floor within an hour, which has a small single room that can be used as a storage room for equipment and weapons. Okay, no nonsense, an hour, don't sleep tonight if you exceed the time, give me a twenty-kilometer armed off-road run! ”

After speaking, he waved his hand.

"Disband! Move things! ”

As Han Zixuan spoke, he solemnly noticed that in the building behind him, many soldiers wearing regular air force uniforms were sticking out their heads upstairs and pointing curiously at the group of people wearing Penny hats, quick-draw holsters tied to their legs, and custom-made tactical vests.

Yan Yan couldn't help but straighten his chest.

Now, he is finally the kind of soldier who is admired.

Back then, he also looked at the veterans of the "Red Arrow" brigade in this way.

However, the only drawback is that he has not yet obtained the Lightning Blade armband, otherwise it will be even more imposing.

I had been locked up in the camp before, and I had been with the brigade for more than a month, and now I finally saw other troops.

When he was carrying things, he was carrying the wind under his feet, and he walked lightly, and in the eyes of those air force soldiers, he felt that his bones were lighter.

This is the station of the ground service company of the Air Force, and every year the "Red Arrow" brigade comes here for parachute training, but it has never borrowed a platoon room here, because the training of the hunter detachment is separate, and it is completely controlled by Han Zixuan, although it also belongs to the "Red Arrow" brigade, but it does not train with the battalion company.

There are only 25 people in total, and it is more than enough to borrow a conference room from others to settle down.

For skydiving, solemnity has no concept at all.

In the past, the impression of skydiving was completely from the TV, isn't it just carrying an umbrella bag, jumping out of the plane door, the parachute brushes open in the air, and then waits for the landing?

This idea of a complete layman quickly made reality slap his face swollen.

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Fortunately, I was able to order the first two updates before 12 o'clock, which is also in line with the lowest update bottom line, everyone, please support me, after all, I am serious about writing a book. That day, I was told in the comment area that my profile was too simple, which shows that writing a book is definitely not serious, which is really sad.